I take requests if you want to give em Been debating if I wanted to make a blog for this ship or not, at least gonna make it to upload art in case anybody other than me and my friend wants it
Well, I thought I was done with this ship and then saw smth @heavyhandelves drew and got an idea so I guess here we are LOL
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So maybe this isn’t the most traditional setting to have your first dance; swaying in a small circle in a dingy hotel room three hours from your nearest relative is definitely not commonplace.
But, his partner wasn’t exactly traditional either. Heavy arms are wound around his slim waist, big hands holding him tight to a wide chest. He hums softly, nuzzling his nose against his brothers warm neck, eyes fluttering shut as he melts into his arms, his own draped lazily over the larger elves shoulders.
“This is nice.” He murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, and Barley mumbles in agreement, squeezing him just a little bit tighter.
“I love you.” Barley’s voice is soft, an apologetic undertone to it, and Ian knows he’s blaming himself for their current situation.
Ian holds him tighter, turning so he can press a soft kiss to the exposed skin of Barley’s shoulder.
“I love you, too.” He promises. “This isn’t your fault, Bar.”
“I know.”
It doesn’t sound like he knows at all.
Ian leans back slightly, brown locking with hazel, and he smiles slightly. Barley can’t help but smile back.
“Seriously, babe.” Ian scolds lightly, and Barley’s cheeks flush a gentle purple. “Stop blaming yourself.”
“It’s hard.”
“I know. But we’ve got each other, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Barley’s eyes soften and he leans down so their foreheads bump together.
“Good.” He murmurs.
Ian tilts his head then, pushing up into his toes to lightly connect their lips. Barley’s hands lightly cup his cheeks as he leans into it, and his brother hums happily.
When they pull back Ian sags back against Barley’s chest, arms once more winding their way up to lazily drape over Barley’s shoulders. Barley’s arms surround him once more, his chin lightly meeting the top of Ian’s head.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ll always have me.” Ian promises, and Barley chuckles softly.
“Yeah. I know.” He presses a kiss to the top of his brothers head, and Ian smiles wider and allows his eyes to slip shut once more as his brother gently guides him back into their slow spin, content to lose himself in this moment for as long as possible.
Wilden had psychic powers but no one knew about this. His powers are handed down to Ian, whose powers starts manifesting after he turns 16. Ian has telepathy and the first thing he hears is his brother saying how beautiful Ian is in his thoughts.
I’ve seen a few people reblog art from my blog who claim to be against Barlian and I feel I should state this a little more clearly in case it’s not obvious by the tags, the fact that I really try to avoid the main movie tag (I’m sorry if I still somehow ended up in there), or by my blog description:
This is a Barlian blog. I’m pretty sure I’ve only posted one picture of them not being together and it was just a pic of one of them, if you don’t like the ship then please ignore my blog, I don’t want you getting upset when you later realize I’m not a wholesome creator. I’m sorry if this comes off as rude, it’s not meant to, I just want y’all to know before you get disappointed
I tried to finish something I started sometime last week I think? Before I went to bed but uh,,,, it’s 6:25 in the morning and I can hear my dad getting up for the day, so Im going to bed I’m sorry :’)
Barley and Ian are at the dinner table after their quest and Barley starts tapping on Ian's foot under the table. He thinks Barley's just tapping like their dad until his foot starts traveling a bit further up.
Barley takes to pretending that he doesn't know spells Ian brings up to him. All so he can see how ecstatic Ian becomes over explaining something they've both come to love.
Ian is so oblivious to anyone liking him that whenever Barley takes him out on dates (without saying they are, but it’s implied) he has no clue whatsoever.
He doesn’t know what it meant when Barley held his hand, when Barley kissed him, when Barley cuddled with him, and he doesn’t know what it meant when Barley looked at him with "those eyes."
He brushes it off as Barley being himself, until Barley finally says, “I love you.”