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Do you think Bruce Wayne would flirt with Benoit Blanc?

I think if Bruce ever found himself in a situation to meet Benoit Blanc, to his great chagrin, it’d be as Brucie Wayne. He’d be on some rich fuck’s island under cover when a murder happens and it’d be killing him that he can’t break cover to get a closer look at the body. And then along comes Benoit Blanc and Bruce decides, well he’s Brucie right now, it’d be weird if he didn’t flirt a little.

And hey, who knows, if Blanc likes him maybe he’ll let Bruce tag along and get into places Brucie wouldn’t normally be if he wasn’t trying to seduce this weirdly accented, tall glass of deductive skills. (And maybe he’s enjoying it a little more than he should, but technically he’s on vacation so…)

Blanc, of course, catches on and thinks Bruce has something to hide and is keeping him close because he thinks he’s either the killer or in on it.

Except that’s not what the evidence or instincts are actually telling him. Not really.

But he also can’t ignore the fact that Bruce managed to trip and fall directly into the filing cabinet in the office, causing the drawer to fly open and reveal the evidence Blanc’s looking for. Or that the billionaire has a slightly delayed reaction to seeing blood. Not much, but enough for Blanc to notice.

There’s also the way he keeps making suggestions that on the surface seem benign, but are nevertheless intended to lead Blanc toward where his own instincts are telling him to look. So either Brucie is one of those killers who likes to be involved in the investigation because they want to make sure you’re noticing their ‘genius’ or because they think they can control the narrative by being helpful, or…

“Y’know something, Mister Wayne…”

“Benoit, please,” Bruce says with a slow, seductive smile that unfurls like silk over rich velvet. “How many times do I have to ask? Call me Bruce.”

“… Bruce. You’ve been so remarkably helpful.”

“Oh, you know me. I always aim to please.”

Bruce’s smile takes on an electric edge that makes Benoit’s thumb slide to the gold wedding band on his ring finger. He’s a married man, he’s a married man…

“I can’t help but wonder, though,” Benoit says, matching Bruce’s smile for a knowing one of his own. “Don’t you get tired?”

His tone is off, he knows it is because Bruce’s expression doesn’t flicker, not even a jot. It’s just unnatural enough to be telling.

“Tired of what?” the younger man asks, just the right amount of cheerful confusion in his voice and an adorable title of his head like a puppy to make you miss the sharpness behind his eyes. The way his body is coiling tight. Ready for a fight.

“Of pretending,” Benoit says, lifting a cigar to his mouth, making a show of patting down his pockets for the lighter. “I know I surely do. It grates on a man, always being underestimated. Everyone thinking you’re not as sharp as you are. Not as clever, not as quick. It must be a relief, I think, to finally be seen…”

The hand that had been rummaging in his pocket shoots out, aiming for Bruce’s perfect face. Bruce deflects it, twisting Benoit’s hand in a viper-like move Benoit hasn’t seen since…

“Ra’s doesn’t train just anyone,” he says, acutely aware of how much Bruce’s expression has changed without so much of a flicker of muscle. How sharp and hard the angles of his face have become. How deadly. “I confess, I didn’t see it at first. You’re very good, Bruce. I never would have put two and two together if you hadn’t twisted Haggart’s elbow the way you did when he tried to grab Maxine.” He smiles self-deprecatingly. “Take that as a compliment from one detective to another… Batman.”

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I don’t know why but whump jaskier fics are scratching an itch rn

Please send me your faves?

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I don’t know why but whump jaskier fics are scratching an itch rn

Please send me your faves?

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«Okey... this looks bad»

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Hi! So nice you are doing the touching thing again! 17 for geralt/jaskier if you feel like it!

Touch Prompts - 17. Holding the other's chin up

Thank you for dropping in a request<33

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HELLO? HELLO??

Not seen this on here yet so I've come to yell about it. EXCITEMENT ABOUNDS!

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sad reality of the fanfic-to-published work economy is that the weirdest people are willing to do it. that's why there's now hundreds of shitty no plot cishet hate-to-love enemies-to-lovers books that are ex reylo fanfic. and it's not even good. that's because the people who wrote book-quality steve/bucky and kirk/spock fic are too normal to think to themselves "i should get this porn published". they're too busy working in local government offices

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"They ruined Ciri she was so powerful and could travel between universes why would she be just a witcher"

She's a burnt out child prodigy. She was chosen and her entire life has been about this one thing. She stopped the apocalypse and fulfilled her destiny. Now she's lost because what do you even do after that? Her whole destiny (that she hated, by the way) was taken from her. She didn't want to rule.

So she goes to the one thing that made her happy. Her good memories are from Kaer Morhen and Geralt and Yennefer, her family. She doesn't know what she's supposed to do now that she's not running. But she sees that there is a job to do. Something that she can do. So she does it and goes through the mutations to do it better.

They didn't ruin Ciri. They listened to her and now they're showing us what she does next.

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it's fun seeing people discover the amazing devil through the witcher..... i discovered the band through the spotify algorithm (a MUCH less noble calling) and when i looked up their music videos, a bunch of the comments were like, "haha, like everyone here, i got here from the witcher!! but this is SO GOOD"

and i was like "oh, neat!! they got some of their music on the witcher soundtrack!! that's fun, i bet their vibe is PERFECT for that show"

and it wasn't until DAYS later that i found out.

that the lead singer.

is being railed. in 1000000 ao3 fanfics.

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In the never-ending fight between Geralt's "you CANNOT come on this hunt, it is FAR TOO DANGEROUS" and Jaskier's "but I *NEED* to see you in action! Fighting! Killing things! It is Essential Research for my ballads!"

My proposed compromise?

Geralt: FINE, I will bring you to see the monster and battle site AFTER the monster is dead and the site double-checked for stragglers, but BEFORE I butcher everything for trophies/alchemical ingredients/meat. In return, you WILL NOT try to sneak after me.

Jaskier: But I still want to see you fight!

Geralt: ...we'll hunt down one of my brothers and you can watch us spar, how about that?

Jaskier: Ooh! More witcher friends!

Geralt: ...I'm going to regret this.

@everything-but-the-not-natural @0dde11eth @help-help-i-need-an-adult @thequeeninyellowlace @thedemonofcat

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ladies & gentlemen, you have been the most beautiful audience! remember to toss a coin if you can if anyone needs me, I’ll be at the bar

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A face blind Geralt who has been identifying the important people in his life via smell and voice and signature clothes and stuff.

Jaskier’s usually pretty easy to pick out in a crowd (look for the loud, brightly dressed bard amongst villagers).

Finding him in a crowd during a bardic competition, where everyone wears strong perfumes and bright clothes, is a little tougher.

Today, Geralt had a plan—he had thought everything through perfectly.

"I have something for you," he said, handing Jaskier a small, slightly warped box.

Jaskier, dressed in his usual riot of colors, accepted it with a grin. "Geralt of Rivia, giving me a gift? Careful, or people might start getting ideas. Like the idea that you like me."

"I do like you," Geralt replied simply, watching as Jaskier opened the box. The bard’s scent was warm—happiness, unguarded and bright.

Jaskier lifted the pendant from its resting place. "A medallion?" he asked, turning it over between his fingers. Pure silver, intricately carved with a songbird at its center.

"It’s like mine," Geralt explained, struggling for the right words. "It’ll keep you safe." He hesitated, then added, quieter, "And... it’ll help me find you in a crowd."

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Can confirm. Our minds...

If being friends with a bunch of fic writers has taught me one thing, it’s that not a damn one of you can finish a fic without starting another halfway through. Your minds

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More Dredge fan art 💚 I just really love the whole mood of this game so much.

Ink linework, scanned then coloured with Photoshop