#fic: kidnapping with care

[buzzcat]

New Fic - kidnapping with care

Fandom: Megamind (2010) Wordcount: 1,270 Tags: menstrual cramps, megamind gets the birds and the bees talk off-camera and is vaguely horrified, Fluff, Menstruation Summary: Roxanne didn’t want to do this today. She really didn’t want to do this today. It had been a fourteen-hour day already, woken up at five by her producer to say that Noelle, who was supposed to cover the 16th Annual Metro City 5k Charity Walk, had called out sick and no one else was available. So Roxanne had shown up, camera-ready, but only because it was the kind of human interest piece she could do in her sleep and in college, quite nearly had. By the time that had wrapped, she’d been back to the studio to start her actual day, which involved Googling and fact-checking and making nice with the mayor’s secretary as a favor to her future self. Evening broadcast had been fine, but she’d felt her cramps starting up just as the camera turned off. It wasn’t Hal on the camera tonight, some new girl with blue hair and about six facial piercings, but she didn’t try to make Roxanne do small talk, so she was perfectly okay with the new girl filling in whenever she wanted. She was less okay with the new girl when she flipped a dial on her watch, turned into Minion, and pulled out the knockout spray.

i should just start a collection for all the stories i write that amount to "periods are bullshit and sometimes it's nice to get treated nicely when your day is already kind of crap"

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick (Nightwing) and Jason (Robin) stare at Bruce. One sports pleading eyes, the other a shit eating grin. There’s a child between them with black hair and blue eyes.

Bruce, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t like it: No.

Dick, grinning: He’s our younger brother now.

Jason, nodding seriously: You’re not gonna take him from us.

Tim, got kidnapped while taking photos of patrol, just happy to be there: Where’s the Batcave?

Bruce: what.

Dick, grinning wider: He’s ours now.

[hannahbarberra162]

Civic Duty (Breeding Hours with Sabo)

TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NON CON, BREEDING KINK, MDNI

Um. Well. As the title says. Sabo is OOC but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Royalty AU, Sabo x Reader, WC ~3k, I didn't edit this I needed to exorcise it from my body.

The soft sound chimes reverberated throughout the cold castle walls. Before, you would have found the sound soothing and pleasant, if you noticed it at all. Now, the first note of the tune had you on your feet, the book you were reading already forgotten and dropped on the floor. Before the song ended you were already gone from the library, scurrying to find the closest hiding place you could.The castle was enormous, filled with dozens of unused rooms and hallways you tried to hide in. Ultimately it didn’t matter because no matter where you hid, the Prince always found you. There was no escaping the fate he had planned but some part of you couldn’t submit without at least trying to defy his will. 

You ran as fast as your bare feet would take you, the skirt of your dress flying behind you. If you had a choice you’d be wearing pants but the Prince gave you what he wanted you to wear. He always chose fluttery dresses, the kind that trailed behind you as you ran. You suspected he got a sick thrill out of the chase which is why he hadn’t locked you in a cell. There were guards and advisors in the castle but they paid you no mind. The guards wouldn’t hinder you but they prevented you from leaving the grounds. 

Your heart was pounding as you found an old weapons room, completely empty save for a wooden chest. You climbed inside after heaving open the heavy lid, trying to close it as softly as you could. Trying to stifle the noise of your heavy breathing, you put your hand over your mouth. The darkness seemed to fall in on you, trapping you in the small space. Even so, you’d take being stuck in a chest over the Prince. Sweat pooled under your breasts as you waited, closing your eyes to focus on what you could hear. All too soon you heard the clacking of shoes on the tile floors as Prince Sabo walked at a leisurely pace towards you.

“Now where would a little rabbit hide?” Prince Sabo mused aloud, his voice becoming louder now that he’d entered the room. You knew he was talking about you but you tried to be as silent as possible in the hopes that he’d move on. His shoes clacked ever closer and your heart beat ever faster.

“She wouldn’t be so foolish as to ensnare herself in a trap, would she? Or perhaps she wanted to make herself a gift to her Prince?” His footsteps neared the chest, circling around it slowly. Your heart sank as you knew he’d found your hiding space. Hunching your shoulders, you curled into a ball for the inevitable. The lid of the chest opened all at once, Prince Sabo lifting the lid with ease. You cowered before him as he flipped it all the way open before considering you with mock sympathy. The Prince’s hair glowed golden against the light coming in from the opposite end of the room. Prince Sabo was known for his intelligence, his fighting ability and his good looks. But you knew him only as your tormentor.

“Poor little rabbit. But you know as well as I what we need to do. Come along,” the Prince said, picking you up under the arms like a child. Throwing you over his shoulder, the Prince carried you off to the Breeding Room like you weighed nothing. You squirmed and thrashed but the arm around your waist was like a band of iron. 

“It’s challenging for us both, you know. You’re tired after this morning, I can see it in your eyes. Afterwards you can rest in my bed with me,” Prince Sabo with a wave of his hand, like he was granting you a boon. You redoubled your efforts to get away - “resting” after was rarely refreshing for you.

You’d been taken by the Prince earlier in the year from your humble village. The Prince had gone from village to village with his Elite Palace Guard. All the women in the villages were lined up and the Prince looked through the assembled women for a suitable choice. Most dressed up for the event, putting makeup and their best dresses on. After all, the chosen woman would be the future mother of the heir, if not the Queen proper. They said that the Prince was just and kind, a powerful ruler who would only grow in influence in the greater East Blue continent. He’d become the ruler after a massive fire had claimed the lives of the King and Queen, leaving only Prince Sabo behind. He still bore the facial scar that showed his valiant effort to save his family. There were whispers that he set the fire himself using his immense magical powers but no one knew the truth.

You did not want to be selected, you liked your life in the peaceful countryside. So you hid in the farming fields when the Prince and his retinue rolled around, thinking he’d be none the wiser. But someone had ratted you out and he chased you down on his steed as you fled on foot through the fields. Knowing the lay of the land hadn’t helped you as he scooped you up and planted you in front of him on the saddle, holding your hair in one hand and the horse’s reins in the other. You felt his large erection rubbing against your backside as you rode but still prayed that he’d find you unfavorable.

He hadn’t.

Since then you’d lived in the castle, bred by the Prince at whatever intervals were deemed most fortuitous for conception. A chime would ring in the castle to signify that you needed to be bred by the Prince post haste, the Prince relieved from his duties until the act was complete. The times for breeding weren’t regular and didn’t come at the same time every day. Sometimes you’d be bred on the hour for an entire afternoon and others you’d have five hours to yourself to read in the library. It was maddening not to know when you’d be chased down by the Prince and bred.

Sometimes the Prince took you where he found you, no matter who was around. If he was in a meeting or granting an audience, he’d bashfully request time with his beloved, saying that it was for the future of the nation. The nobles would always say how he was so responsible to think of the nation, that they understood, that they would be back later - all as Prince Sabo gripped your arm in his bone crushing grasp. You quickly learned not to act out at that point - losing face in front of others was a sure way to be denied clothing the following day.

Once alone, he’d bend you over the nearest surface, flipping your skirt over your back and admire your exposed flesh. You weren’t allowed underwear, he said they hindered his ability to love you. You weren’t allowed to come unless on his cock or fingers but he continuously teased you, leaving you wet and wanting until it was breeding time. Even though your heart and mind revolted, the sound of the chimes had your cunt leaking before he’d even touched you. 

Most often he took you by force to the Breeding Room. No matter where you hid in the castle, you never willingly went into the same wing as the Breeding Room. As far as you were concerned it was a torture chamber. It was a room near his own, filled with various apparatuses to restrain or play with you. When you’d first come to the castle, you hadn’t known what any of them were or their purposes. He had made you pick the stand you’d be positioned on time after time until you finally understood what they did. Now he placed you how he wanted you and bred you like a bitch in heat.

And the worst part of it all was the inevitable climb and submission to pleasure he forced on you every time. Prince Sabo never hurt you or did anything more extreme than spanking. Even then, it wasn’t extended and you were fine by the next day. No, Prince Sabo liked to bring you close to climax only to let it slip through your fingers. He’d talk you through it like he was sympathetic to your plight, that everyone had to follow the rules - as if he wasn’t the one who made them. 

Hip checking the door open, Prince Sabo cooed at you like a lover would.

“Hmm, you seem to be agitated, more so than this morning. I think we’d have the best results with something relaxing for you, yes? Maybe on the couch?” He framed it as a question but it was an order. You’d never been able to sway him from his choice once he’d declared it. 

The couch was one of your most hated pieces in the room. You’d be restrained against the soft, cushy surface of the couch, your wrists and ankles bound to the sides of the plush furniture. Prince Sabo would put a wedge under your hips to keep them elevated so his come remained inside you after he was finally done. It was one of the physically comfiest pieces in the room, much better than the stocks or the cage. But with so much of you available to the Prince, it made him behave more like a lover than a stud. The Prince would trail his fingers over your now soft skin, whispered into your ear as he fucked you, giving you love bites and marks all over your body.

“N-no, please, not the couch. I’ll um, take the horse, please, not the couch!” you begged, continuing to struggle against Prince Sabo’s hold. He tutted at you while continuing on to the couch.

“You know as well as I that we must do this for the sake of the Kingdom. Be a good little Rabbit for just a little longer,” the Prince cooed at you as he deposited you on the couch. You were naked in seconds as he stripped you with precision, leaving you shivering in the cold air of the Breeding Room. Your nipples tightened with the expectation of his mouth and teeth on them while your cunt was eagerly awaiting his attention. The Prince was quite fond of sucking on your nipples, he said in preparation for when they would fill to feed his heir. The Prince, of course, did not disrobe.

You let your arms fall to the sides as you laid on your stomach on the sofa. The Prince clasped the restraints around your wrists, kissing each one before he did so.

“We must hurry, the optimal time to breed you is upon us,” the Prince said with sincerity. You didn’t think that was true since he spent so much time making you come repeatedly but you didn’t want the gag in your mouth again. Standing up to look you over, he ran a gloved hand over your back. You pulled slightly against the wrist restraints but as always, he’d locked them tight. He brought out the cushioned wedge and placed it in position under your hips, with the slimmest part of the wedge under your stomach. It effectively raised your ass in the air and kept it there for him to use as he saw fit.

“Hm, let’s determine where you are,” the Prince said, getting to his knees behind you. You squirmed as his gloved hands pulled the globes of your ass apart to inspect your cunt. You already knew what he would find, you felt your slick dripping from you already. Trailing his finger down your slit, Prince Sabo collected some of your own juices as well as his cum from the morning’s session. 

“You are wet but I don’t believe you’re ready to receive me,” Prince Sabo determined, continuing to run his fingers through your folds. “I will grace you with my mouth this session,” he said from behind. You’d heard that phrase enough times to know he was smiling, the mask of amiability slipping away. You whined as Prince Sabo restrained your ankles to the sides of the couch. You tried to close your legs but felt his strong hands on your inner thighs, wrenching them further apart. Prince Sabo tsked at you and you immediately opened your legs as wide as they would go. 

“We don’t need the spreader bar, do we, Rabbit? I think we’ve come farther than that,” Sabo said, kneading the tender flesh at the tops of your inner thighs. Leaning in closer, he licked a long stripe with the flat of his tongue up your entire slit, ending at your weeping hole.

“Delicious as always,” he sighed into your cunt. The Prince loved licking, biting, and eating you until you were a sobbing mess, begging him to breed you. He relished in your forced submission, bringing you to orgasm until he was satisfied. 

With a soft hum, the Prince set himself behind you and began his task. He was as cruel as ever, lapping at you sloppily, teasing your clit as he desired. He spent most of his time dancing around your clit but never quite reaching it. He didn’t tongue fuck your hole as he sometimes did since he’d already come in you that day, but he did push his thick middle finger into you, the loud squelching noise betraying your arousal. You couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping your lips as the Prince was between yours.

“Ah, little Rabbit, you make such lovely sounds. I know you’re eager, shhh, I know, but just a little more. We need you prepared to fulfill your civic duty,” Sabo said solemnly, his thumb tracing your ready hole. With that, he resumed eating you like he hadn’t in months, this time his tongue rolling against your clit with precision. You tried to muffle your cries but the Prince had always been able to draw lewd noises out of you. You knew you were going to come on his cock, it was inevitable. That was the worst part of it all - no matter where you hid, no matter what you told yourself or how hard you steeled your will against him, you’d be coming around the cock of the Prince as your cunt sucked him in. He sucked your clit gently into his mouth as he added a second finger to join the first. Curling his fingers, he found the spot you wished didn’t exist, the spot that made everything feel so much more.

“N-no - n-not there, Pr-ince,” you cried, your voice breaking as he rubbed the spot while kissing your clit.

“Mmh, who are you to defy the will of the Prince?” Sabo said lightly while pushing harder on the spot. Resuming his leisurely meal, your toes curled as the precipice grew closer, the coil within you tightening ever further…until he stopped. You wanted to scream and thrash against him, you couldn’t take much more today. 

“Shhh, shhh,” the Prince said, rubbing your lower back with his hand. “I know, I know. We’ll get you there. You know I don’t like doing this either, but your orgasm exponentially increases your fertility. We have to do things in a certain way, hm? I’ll attend to you, little Rabbit, don’t fear. It’s time,” he said, false sympathy coating his tone. You heard him unfastening his pants and felt the tip of his fat cock prodding your wet hole.

“Aaah just so,” Sabo grunted as he sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. You mewled and the Prince stilled, as he always did, and allowed you time to adjust. A few moments later he began moving, thrusting into your backside and pushing down on your lower back. The effect made his cock hit all the spots that made your vision fade to white. You felt his heavy balls slapping your clit as he pistoned into you at a steady rhythm. 

“Good aah little Rabbit…taking your Prince’s cock so well nngh…such a scared little Rabbit, but it must be done hah. You need to be bred, your body craves being filled to overflowing with my seed. I’ll keep you stuffed full of my cock until you’re carrying my heir. And even then, I’m going to keep breeding you…you’ll be my little Rabbit forever….nngh…filled with my cock and cum….aaah,” the Prince said as he continued to work you closer to orgasm. His fingers snaked down to your clit and began rubbing it in tight circles. You began crying at his words as well as his movements, moans and mewls slipping out of you in equal measure. You couldn’t focus on his words as he played with your body and brought you close to release. The coil in your stomach was wrapping tighter and tighter and you knew the outcome before it happened.

“Are you ready, Rabbit? Ready to hah hah be pumped full again? If you want my seed, then come on my cock,” the Prince groaned, rubbing your clit even harder and faster than before. The tension in you snapped as you came with a cry around him, your cunt fluttering around him as your vision narrowed into black.  Your release triggered the Prince’s as well but he continued fucking you through your orgasm as he reached his own. You felt his hot come shooting inside you as his cock twitched with his release. He kept himself inside for a few more moments in order to ensure all his cum was kept within you. 

After removing himself, Prince Sabo used his fingers to fuck anything that had spilled from you back into your hole. You whined, the sensation bordering on pain. Prince Sabo placed a kiss on the middle of your back.

“For the sake of your kingdom you must endure, Little Rabbit.”

[thesummerestsolstice]

This is for my unwritten fics game, responding to @JaztheBard's ask on "The Love of a Parent."

So, this story is very firmly about Elrond and his weird parents, none of whom are supposed to be in the world any more (M&M are dead, Earendil and Elwing are forbidden from setting foot on Arda). Of course, none of this stops Elrond's parents from wanting to be involved in his life, and making sure nothing bad happens to him.

Gil-Estel always seems to appear on the dark nights when Elrond's grief catches up to him, or when he's struggling to find hope. The birds of Lindon– and later, Rivendell– often give him things, little tokens, some of which are very obviously from Valinor. Elrond doesn't sail often, but when he does, the sea always seems to welcome him, calm and gentle. The strange, unearthly songs that seem to follow him out on the water unnerve most people, but Elrond finds them comforting. He gets caught up in orc attacks a few times, in the Second and Third Ages. Somehow, he never seems to get captured, or even badly injured. Neither he nor the people he's with really understand why. All they can remember is the smell of smoke and a flash of something that could not have been fire.

The actual plot of the story, however, is Elrond deciding to try and convince his parents (or at least, whatever is left of them) to come live with him in Rivendell. This includes, but is not limited to:

Elrond chasing a wraith (spirit? ghost? living flame?) that may or may not once have been the eldest son of Feanor through the woods

Arguments with the Valar about what constitutes fair labor practices for stars

Elrond spending a bunch of time in slightly shady dock towns tracking down rumors of a "wandering spirit" who roams the beaches

More arguments with the Valar, this time about how keeping incarnate beings (especially part-humans) from the world against their will is like, maybe kind of cruel

Several people finally getting to meet their grandchildren

A surprisingly peaceful family lunch in Rivendell's welcoming halls

[youling-the-ghost]

I just thought of a funny All Eyes on Nigel AU: when Nigel asks, "But are they on your side, cadet?" Nigel spirals into a rant about how he knows that Uncle Sam and the other officers only see him as a burden and that his existence only served the purpose as a deadweight to the team, but he's fine with that because that's all he deserves as someone who's completely useless. Nigel somehow becomes a therapist and teaches him ways to see himself as someone worthy of love.

Basically it becomes a slightly fucked up but alsos lightly wholesome stockholme syndrome + lima syndrome situation.

[ravensprophet]

the way im like 'damn people need to acknowledge that yassen quite willingly works for a terrorist organisation and isnt actually a good person" but i know for a fact that if i wrote a fic my characterisation of him probably wouldnt be that great 😭😭 i am a HYPOCRITE

also i enjoy fics where we dont look too deeply into his morals - its self indulgent okay

[knittedslug]

i love projecting onto jon like you CANNOT tell me that man knows how to handle affection. there is no way that sopping wet cat wouldnt freak out so badly the moment people start giving him affection. if anybody starts caring about him or looking after him he would break instantly

[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlights prompt enemies to lovers/opposite sides of a conflict? Depending on how serious the conflict is, it can be fluffy or angsty :)

The lights flicker above his head. Danny swallows roughly, trying to quiet his breathing as much as possible. It would be so much easier if he could just stop breathing completely, to use his powers to disappear from sight, slip around the rest of them and take them all out. 

His palms are sweating. Taking another steadying breath, Danny tightens his grip on the gun, shifting just slightly where he’s crouched, hidden out of sight. 

He can’t hear anything beyond his own rapid heartbeat, but that doesn’t mean he’s safe. The Bats thrive in silence and darkness, and this messy warehouse with its stacked shelving units is full of places for them to hide, waiting for him to cross their sights. 

There’s no one left to help him.

Danny’s on his own. 

No powers, he tells himself firmly. He has to do this as a regular human. The Bats will know otherwise, and he can’t risk it. Just remember what Mom taught you.

The lights flicker again, then go out completely. 

Now! 

Danny springs away from his hiding spot, searching the darkness for any movement. The Bats like to go up high, so he follows suit, sticking close to a wall as he scales his way up a shelving unit. Every moment sounds so loud, like a clap of thunder in the dead of night, and the back of his neck prickles with the feeling of being watched. 

He was never going to out run them. He can’t hide from them. The least he can do is take out as many of them as he can before they shoot him down.

His only saving grace is that Black Bat isn’t here. Last he saw, she was heading down a different street, chasing someone else. As long as he makes his move before she returns, there’s still a chance he can get out of the warehouse and try to escape them again. 

The clouds above Gotham drift apart, allowing the pale moonlight to shine down on the city. Moonlight streams in through the large windows and Danny moves to stay in the shadows, as out of sight as he can manage. He keeps moving, refusing to stay still; if they want to get him, then he’s going to do all he can to make it as difficult as possible. 

The top of the shelving unit is steady. Danny keeps one hand out, close to the wall, as he creeps across it, looking out over the entire warehouse. 

He’s close to the entrance now. All he has to do is drop down and run, and then he’s back out in the streets, no longer trapped in an enclosed space with some Bats. 

Danny reaches the edge of the shelving unit and prepares to jump when he sees a movement in the corner of his eye. Reacting instinctively, he throws himself out into the air, twisting to aim his gun at the flash of purple tucked against the side of a shelf. 

He shoots, one shot after the other, until he lands on the ground in a messy roll. 

Spoiler curses as she ducks away, sending a few return shots of her own, but with her hiding behind the shelf, taking cover. “Just give up!” she shouts at him, “We’ll get you sooner or later!”

“You were supposed to be on my side!” he returns, firing another shot before turning on his heel to sprint away.

“Plans change! Now I have a reason to take you down.”

Which means Black Bat got a hold of Spoiler earlier and got her to change allegiances. It must have been right before he reached the warehouse, still believing Spoiler to be on his side and frantically having to dodge her attacks before they lost each other in the labyrinth of the warehouse. 

So, that’s another person after his head. 

The streets are quiet, a rare treat in Gotham. He’s the only one out, running through the streets like his life depends on it. No doubt Spoiler is right behind him, determined to take him down. He hasn’t seen any of the others for a while, but they have to be somewhere in the area. 

Danny ducks into an alley and scrambles up a fire escape. At least out in the open air, he can pass off a few impossible jumps as being really good at free running. 

He runs, crossing a few streets, and throws himself into a roll, hiding behind an AC unit when he hears more gunshots. 

From the cursing accompanying it, Red Hood must be near.

That’s good. That’s someone who is (presumably) still on his side. 

He follows the noise to the top of a bakery, where he catches a glimpse of a disgruntled looking woman scowling from the window. He offers her a sheepish grin as he climbs by the window, her startled jump turning into rolled eyes as she closes the blinds.  

He gets to the top of the bakery just in time to watch Red Hood pick up Robin and throw him at Nightwing, who drops his gun in order to catch the kid. Taking his chance, Danny crouches on the edge of the roof and aims.

Nightwing falls to the side to avoid it, but he doesn’t manage it in time. Robin takes the hit, still held by Nightwing and unintentionally used as a shield.

“Oops,” Nightwing says as Robin scowls and brings out a shuriken, trying to stab Nightwing in retaliation.

“Nice one, kid,” Red Hood says. He offers Danny a high five, which he happily returns.

The moment lasts for only a second before another shot rings out and Red Hood stumbles forward with a curse, a splatter of yellow paint on his back. 

The Signal swings by, scooping Danny up with an arm around his waist. Red Hood moves to follow, but Nightwing is on him again, their fight beginning again as Robin hops off the roof and disappears from sight.

“Let go!” Danny demands, trying to wiggle out of the Signal’s grip.

“No can do. I’m winning this. My share of Alfred’s cake depends on this.”

Unfortunately for the Signal, Danny’s share of Alfred’s cake also depends on his victory. He’s already got a few points by getting shots in on the other team, small splatters of white paint decorating their costumes, but not as much as the others. He’s also got paint all over him, mostly black and blue, but the game doesn’t end until the Point Person (Danny for his team, Damian for the other) is taken to the other team’s base.

Danny’s team set up their base on the thrift store at the end of their designated game area. He has no idea where Duke’s team has their base, and he doesn’t intend to find out any time soon.

“Sorry,” he says, then shoves a foot between Duke’s legs to slam his heel against a pressure point just below the knee. 

The Signal bites back a pained yell and hits the roof hard. They both go rolling across it, carried by the momentum of his swing. To add insult to injury, Danny gets back to his feet and shoots Duke point blank in the chest, then makes another run for it.

“No you don’t!” he hears Signal yell from behind him, followed by the heavy thud of footsteps. 

Danny jumps, making it onto the next roof, adrenaline rushing through him. He tries to find a way back to his team’s base, but the Signal doesn’t let him past, trapping him in. They dodge paint bullets from each other, moving back and forth as if dancing.

And because Danny has abysmal luck, he trips over his own feet when the Signal lunges at him and he tries to spin away from him. 

“Woah!” 

The Signal drops his gun to catch Danny, pulling him close and steadying him. Danny clutches to the Signal’s arms, his own gun pointed off to the side awkwardly. They end up pressed together, barely any space between their faces. 

They’re frozen there for a moment, staring at each other. This close, Danny can see through the visor of the Signal’s helmet, and Duke’s eyes are just as wide as his. 

“Caught you,” Signal breathes, and Danny’s gaze drops down to his lips. 

He’s sure his own feelings are clear and on display in the moment, but he can’t help it. They may be on opposing teams, but a hero is a hero and being saved by the Signal never fails to make danny’s heart skip a beat. 

He really needs to get his head in the game. He needs to push the Signal away and try to get back to his own team. He needs to win so he can steal Duke’s share of Alfred’s cake. 

The Signal tightens his grip on Danny’s waist and leans in just a little, barely noticeable.

But Danny notices.

Fuck it, he thinks. 

Before he can overthink it, before his nerve get the better of him, before anyone swings by and interrupts, Danny closes the distance between them and kisses Duke. 

It’s just a soft, small peck. He pulls back almost immediately, cheeks flushed red, but doesn’t go far before Duke is kissing him again and again and again.

“Now is not the time, lover birds!” Spoiler shouts. They startle apart, giddy grin on their faces. Danny turns to see her land on the roof with her hands on her hips, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, and knows that neither of them are going to live this down any time soon. Nightwing and Red Hood follow soon after, trying to tackle each other, and almost bowl over Spoiler as Red Robin takes the opportunity to pop up out of nowhere, Black Bat on his tail, to shoot at Spoiler.

With all of them distracted, Danny shares a smile with Duke then darts back in for another kiss. 

Then he pulls back, shoots Signal again, and takes off with a laugh.

The game’s not over yet, but that’s not going to stop him from feeling like a winner anyways.

He is going to get that cake, though. Losing is not an option with Alfred’s baking on the line. Crush or not, Duke is going down.

[thankchaosforspellcheck]

Canon compliant rottmnt au where Big Mama still kidnapped Lou Jitsu after he proposed, but unknown to him she took that as an official "deal" and now they're actually married.

She never informs him of this bc she thought it was obvious.

This has nearly effect on canon because Spider Yokai relationships are just Like That except, unknown to everyone in the Hamato Family, she's declared the turtles as her heirs since they are technically her kids by marriage & this is the perfect way to avoid all the messiness that comes with having kids naturally.

[mossy-thing]

Have the one bit of a WIP i actually like. We can act like this is a oneshot, right?

Kidnap family, now with orcs! TW for offscreen violence, very brief mentions of blood and also Elrond and Elros being traumatized. Have fun.

Elros is scared, shutting his eyes tight as he clings to his brother, who is covering his ears against the clang of metal somewhere underneath them. The orcs came without warning, and Maedhros had somehow shoved both of the twins into a tree in one fluid movement before grabbing his sword and joining his brother.

Where he has touched Elrond, his skin burns.

He holds Elros as tightly as he can, wishing for someone, anyone else, to cover his ears as well.

A roar makes both of them flinch violently, but it is cut off abruptly by an impact and a horrible squelching sound. Something gasps blubbery, before fading away.

The Feanorians leave them alone for long enough that Elrond begins to wonder if perhaps they have forgotten about them. Or if they are – he dares not finish the thought.

He hugs his brother, until slow, heavy footsteps nearing make him open his eyes and stare through the leaves.

Maedhros. He seems exhausted, coming to a stop in front of their tree and staring at them with low sunken eyes.

"Get down here." His voice has momentarily lost its edge. Elrond can't help but notice how strangely old he looks, for an elf. He stares at him with wide eyes.

Maedhros raises his hand as if to offer it to them, but stops halfway through, grimacing in pain. There is something black smeared over his knuckles.

"I don't have time for this," he growls, sends them one last glare, turns and leaves. Elrond gapes after him.

He taps Elros' shoulder, and opens his mouth to say something. He closes it again. Opens it. No words come out, his voice is stuck deep in his throat.

Elros finally lifts his head to look at him with wide fearful eyes. He doesn't speak, either. Elrond wonders if he has the same issue. They hold each other tighter.

Suddenly, Maedhros appears again, supporting a stumbling Maglor with his right arm and gripping his sword with his hand. His brother does not look well. He is gripping his side. Blood spills past his fingers.

The sight of the two brothers makes Elrond simultaneously gasp in relief and in resignation. They could not have found their way out the forests without them regardless. If they want to escape, they will have to wait until they meet other elves again.

"Nelyo," Maglor groans as Maedhros carefully sets him down against the tree. "Nelyo, the children –"

"Above you." Maedhros sets down the bag they store their belongings in and grimaces. Turning to them, he says, "Will you come down now?"

Elrond doesn't say anything. Elros hides his face again.

The man stares at them for a long moment before sitting down and rummaging through the bag.

"Suppose we'll just stay here then," he grumbles. "Out in the open, more orcs around, just waiting for us to fall a–"

Maglor touches his arm and shakes his head mutely. Maedhros sighs.

"You're right," he says. "I am sorry."

Elrond watches as Maedhros slowly bandages a bad looking cut on Maglor's side. It seems difficult, with just the one hand, but Maedhros doesn't complain. Elrond can't help but wonder how he lost it. A battle, most likely, and he shudders at the mental image the thought gives him. Maedhros, soaked in blood all over, a terrifying beast who fights on even after his hand is sliced off by a nebulous monster.

He shakes his head. Looking down at Maedhros, bowed over his brother and grumbling softly whenever he gasps in pain, it is difficult to imagine him in that way. This elf does not seem like someone who would enjoy bloodshed. He seems… tired.

Night has fallen upon them when he finally gathers the courage to ask for help. He has been trying to find a safe path down the tree for at least an hour, but he can't. It's too smooth, too high up. They must be at least two meters above the ground.

He grips the acorn tightly and prays this won't anger Maedhros. He can't remember enough about the Valar to figure out which would be responsible for the case of someone throwing an acorn at their kidnapper, hoping to get their attention, so he prays to Yavanna instead. It seems fitting, he thinks. Given all the trees.

Maedhros is not asleep. He sits leaned against the tree trunk, an arm wrapped around his brother's shoulders, holding him tight. He flinches when the acorn hits his head but doesn't seem angry when he looks up.

Elrond's shoulders sag in relief. He taps the tree. Maedhros raises his brows. "Ready?" He asks, his voice softer than Elrond has heard before. Elros presses himself against his side and nods.

Maedhros lets go of his brother, who groans in his sleep, and stands up. He grimaces again, and Elrond wonders once more if he is hurt. He didn't see him bandage himself anywhere.

"Alright," he says, offering them his arms, though he doesn't lift them high, especially not the right one. Elrond hesitantly reaches for him, but the Feanorian shakes his head.

"Feet first. Hold onto the tree, I will help you down."

It takes the children a long time to get down, but Maedhros does not seem upset with them over it. In fact, he seems calmer than usual.

"There are better ways to get my attention than to throw acorns," he says, almost conversationally, and glances at them as he searches for their blanket. "You could talk, for example."

The twins stare at him mutely, and he sighs.

"Come on." He lifts his left arm. The right one is around Maglor's shoulders again, who leans against his side like he is trying to melt into him. "Time to sleep. It's been a long day."

They settle against him, hesitantly, and he covers them additionally to the thin blanket with a piece of his cloak as they huddle closer. Maedhros feels warmer than any other elf they have ever met, somehow, and he has not lit a fire.

It is quiet for a while, and Elrond has just started to nod off when Maedhros suddenly speaks again.

"You don't even have to say anything." It's little more than a whisper, like he doesn't really want them to hear. "You can shout or hum or whistle. Just give me a sign, show me that we didn't –" There is something unfamiliar in his voice. If Elrond didn't know any better, he would think the older one was scared.

But that does not make sense. Why should this strong ellon, who could push them into a tree without even having to think about it, and who Elrond knows has killed far more than the few orcs today, be scared of two silent children?

He breathes slowly, pretending to be asleep. Elros might be, he thinks. His twin has stopped shaking for the first time in hours.

"I am sorry," Maedhros whispers, and Elrond barely manages to stop himself from starting. "I am so sorry we did this to you."

He pulls them closer, and Elrond can't help but notice the tremble in his scarred hand as Maedhros runs his fingers through Elros' hair.

It seems like an old gesture, somehow. Like he has almost forgotten it, and now it feels strange and familiar all the same. A shudder goes through him as he plays with Elros' hair.

Elrond does not fall asleep for a long time.

[helianthus21]

i know i'm biased af cuz i'm han-seo trash but hear me out. I think Han-seok's plan in ep 20 should've been more about Han-seo. Han-seo's betrayal hit him Way Worse than Vincenzo getting the woman he had a crush on (it didn't even seem that deep), especially considering Han-seo basically replaced Han-seok with his worst enemy. idk i just think they should've gone harder on the whole "you stole my brother" thing. Cha-young could still have taken a bullet for Vin, but not so bad that she couldn't see this plan through at Vin's side (yes I still think Vin should've let her have Choi Myung-hee, that was her archenemy, this revenge should've been hers)

[c-e-d-dreamer]

I know you have so many fics on your plate (and I am eating up every single one!) so no pressure or anything but I was wondering which one you might be updating next?

Hello, lovely Anon! First of all, thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying all the WIPs (how did I end up with so many WIPs? Lol) 🥺

Second of all, the next fic I am planning to update is hockey Cassian aka Top Shelf Love! I am actually planning to share a snippet of it tomorrow for WIP Wednesday 😉

And then after that it will hopefully be the next chapter of When We Howl. Key word being hopefully 😅 I keep getting stuck because I desperately want to just skip ahead to the chapter after... Where a certain favorite Vanserra will be making an appearance and pulling a "where is my wife?!" moment while Cassian just dumbly gapes and is like "we're allowed to care about our wives? I didn't know that was an option"

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

got some writing done for nova au and I love it btw. she talks like a jrpg villain for no reason so from sonics pov he rescued like a twelve year old kid and she immediately started accusing him of seeing her as a helpless child going on weird monologues and repeatedly calling him “hedgehog” instead of his actual name. he just had someone kill themselves in front of him changing the trajectory of his life forever and that was probably a less weird day.

[iron-sides]

ENOUGH of tim drake has poor self esteem fic!!! give me tim drake has totally overestimated his own importance fic!!! no more "i cant tell anyone theres something wrong because they wont care" only "i cant tell anyone anythings wrong because batman will start killing people".

its about equally wrong imo in terms of characterization but its way funner and hilarious To Me. and more accurate in terms of he does actually have a very firm understanding that he cannot under any circumstances die or be maimed because batman would NOT react well its just that that moreso shows itself as extreme caution rather than hiding injuries

[goatsghost]

i feel like it’s really interesting to see when fandom includes duke and cass in the batfamily and when they don’t. like. maybe i’ll understand not including them if you’ve only read a couple comics and aren’t really up to date on what the batfamily as a whole is up to. bc that was where i started before i actually started diving into comics, barely a year or two ago. but when you read wayne family adventures????

there’s absolutely no excuse for duke and cass to not be present in wayne family edits or headcanons or whatever. i’ve seen a good number of tiktoks that exclude duke as a “batboy” but the photos are literally all from bwfa. it’s made so obvious that duke is their brother and cass is their sister; at that point, it’s intentional