#i'll try hiding it but no promisses

[starzknight]

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[imagine--if]

Can I ask for a Dano Riddler imagine? where him and Yn grew up together (she was in the girls wing of the orphanage and they talked through the walls, like him and the joker on the film) and she goes to see him in Arkham, and she's really sad that he's there, because they promissed each other that they'd never leave one another, and it's tearful and all, but he promisses her that he'll leave soon and never be apart ever again😭❤

A/N: I've just gotten round to reading the fourth issue of Riddler Year One so yessss I've totally got plenty of inspo for this imagine 😁 enjoy!!

Wordcount: 2.2K

"She doesn't say much. And when she does, it's hard to make it out. Shy little thing. Still, she'll get used to it. She'll have to."

You were only four or five when you were dumped in Gotham's orphanage, clutching onto your soft toy as an only source of comfort and some kind of stability in a terrifying world, and an even worse city. You were quiet, barely spoke, and when you did, it was in whispers, all wide, innocent eyes and secretive, the hood up on your little hoodie as you tried your best to hide yourself from everything and everyone. Just a toddler, with a sweet life twisted by death and misfortune that you barely understood as a toddler. You had shuffled meekly behind a carer who led you into the orphanage, a cold and cruel building that they expected you to call home.

The other kids there seemed so much bigger, loud and dominating and aggressive, half of them on drops, only around twelve years old. Others were plain bullies with filthy mouths and hateful glares, children's eyes glancing at you, assessing your small, shy form, before they carried on with what they were doing in disinterest.

You had buried your face in your toy and pulled the fabric of your hood up past your hair and head, over your forehead, shadowing your face, trying to disappear in it. You pulled your legs up to your chest and watched everything happen behind your toy, its fur pressed up against your face. A group of kids watched TV and fought over the remote, others played nearby outside, but from your spot hunched in a corner, opposite you, sat a boy almost as quiet as you. You gazed at him in silence for a few long minutes, absorbed in his puzzle book, and only when he looked up to get a fresh pencil did he notice your young, curious eyes fixed on him.

He was a few years older than you, with glasses pushed up his nose, making his murky green eyes twinkle as they looked back at you nervously. He gave you a small smile, the first genuine smile you'd received in maybe your whole life, awkward and hesitant. You blinked back at him timidly, hugging your toy closer with little hands, returning his smile bashfully. The boy seemed taken aback by the action, and beamed at you, a beat of hesitance passing before he offered you a pen. You stared at it, then at him, and wandered over, sitting beside him and accepting his offer. You barely knew how to read or write, and so you watched him instead, the quiet boy with a nice smile and lots of books, day after day.

And as the days went by, both of you becoming closer and more comfortable together, Edward would start talking to you in his small, sweet voice, writing answers to riddles with a hand over yours, pulling your littler form into his lap after a couple of weeks and reading to you, then helping you read, helping you speak up a little. He'd even speak for you with others, managing to push past his own shyness every so often to help you, to repeat your whispered, lispy voice to those who couldn't catch it. You'd trail after him throughout the day when you could, before you were taken back to the girls' dorm, and you'd linger in the separating corridor, afraid of the idea of you two parting and him never coming back out of his long, shared boys' room.

"I'll see you in the morning," He'd always say soothingly, giving you a warm hug, bending down slightly so you could return it properly. "I'll never leave you. You know that."

And you'd nod, because you knew Edward was telling the truth by the way he said it and looked at you with earnest, young eyes, letting you borrow a book to amuse yourself with if the nights got too long,

But then foster families and adoptees started popping up. And you, being a young, sweet-looking child, albeit a little shy, are swept up into the grips of a random 'family,' and the quickness of how your name's signed away to people you don't even know and have no say over makes your head spin. The orphanage was overcrowded anyway, and one less mouth to feed in exchange for money made all the difference.

Edward, on the other hand, was beside himself.

Newspapers and library books on adoption and rules and any ways to prevent what was happening piled up beside his bed, to the dorm he'd been disciplined to stay in for his shocking outbursts of frustration and hatred and upset. Thomas Wayne's renewal plan could help him, he thought. He'd already assured him that he could get to a special school to study and learn and have a brighter future.

So on the last night you could spend together, sneaking out of the corridor of a room you slept in with the other girls, Edward filled out the form in his shaky, uneven writing, stating on one line that he wanted to go to the school he'd talked about, and on the other, 'I want to stay with my best friend and stop them from being taken away by bad people.'

REJECTED.

The word stamped in bold, horrid red print was the response he got, the word that bled into his mind as you were made to pack a bag and wave goodbye and go, handing your young life over to strangers, and Edward couldn't do a thing about it. You were carted off out of Gotham to go to school and expected to become a whole new person.

But you couldn't.

The years went by agonisingly slowly, and with every one that passed, you thought about him, your friend, Edward. Did he get adopted too? Did he manage to find some source of happiness and hope afterwards? Would he even remember you if you went back?

Eventually, you save up enough money and have enough time to go back to where it all started, in the unfeeling streets of Gotham City. You had no idea where to look, and after hearing from someone that the orphanage had been burned down ages ago, your last resort was to ask at the GCPD.

"Sorry to bother you," you say with an awkward smile, as a detective greets you and asks if he can be any help; 'Lieutenant James Gordon,' his name tag reads, "I'm looking for someone who I think still lives here? We were friends a while ago, and... I'm sorry, you look busy."

"We are quite busy, Miss," Gordon tells you, looking a little overwhelmed. "We've just managed to catch some crazy psycho who's been letting hell loose recently."

Your eyes widen in confusion and interest. "Wow... that's... yeah, I'm sorry, it's okay."

"No, go on," Gordon nods, letting you into his office, "have you got a name, address or anything?"

"I don't know his address," you say in uncertainty. "We were friends as kids. His name's Edward. Edward Nashton?"

Jams Gordon stops abruptly, whirling around to face you with demanding, bewildered eyes.

"Excuse me?"

You frown. "What?"

"Are you trying to be funny?" Gordon says in shock. "Edward Nashton? That's who you're looking for?"

You nod slowly, and Gordon sighs, taking off his glasses and hiding his face in a hand.

"Look, Miss, I don't know how new you are to Gotham, but Edward Nashton has just been arrested and sent to Arkham Asylum for the crimes committed under the name of The Riddler. He was only just apprehended a few hours ago."

Your breath catches in your throat in disbelief, as Gordon's eyes narrow suspiciously, looking you up and down.

"And you really knew nothing about this? You aren't an accessory?"

"I- no," you shake your head, "I only just made it to Gotham this evening."

Gordon nods slowly, though he still doesn't seem convinced. He suddenly grabs his jacket and opens the office door, glancing back at you.

"Come with me."

You follow him meekly, as he leads you out of the building and into a police car. Are you going to be arrested? Could your Eddie really have done this? Why?

Gordon stops outside Arkham, opening the car door for you to step out, and leads you inside, showing his badge to the guards, who let you proceed. The walls are strong and metallic and thick, and the cells are sealed with heavy iron doors with a small, barred rectangular window at their tops. You try not to let your attention wander, sticking close to Gordon, until he reaches an interrogation room. A mad dressed in a jet-black bat suit already stands there with a frustrated look in his dark eyes, and Gordon signals for you to wait as he goes over to the Batman and whispers something you can't quite make out in his ear. The Batman looks over at you quickly, his expression unreadable, and then he approaches you.

"You know Nashton?" his deep, whispery voice states more than asks, and you nod.

Batman stares at you for another moment before marching back into the interrogation room, nodding at you impatiently to come in. You do, blinking at the hard lights and the security cameras glaring at you from the corners of the room. And, behind the strong, glass partition and metal desk, a young man sits staring at you in disbelief.

Clear, dorky glasses. Murky green eyes. Soft, sandy brown hair. It's definitely him.

"Edward?" you say breathlessly, going to step closer, but the Batman gives you a wary look. "Ed, is that really you?"

He nods wordlessly, his eyes wide and stunned. But beneath that familiar, comforting look he's always had, there's a layer you can only just make out, like a hidden spark of insanity, one that's made the whole city go into a frenzy and even The Batman apprehensive. Edward whispers your name like a prayer, his hands pressed up against the protective glass.

"You came back," he says in wonder, as Gordon and Batman glance between the two of you in uncertainty, but you're not focused on them at all, like the whole world is disappearing around you. "I- I knew you would..."

"What happened?" you say, overwhelmed by the whole scenario, staring in wonder at the now grown-up orphan labelled a criminal in front of you. "What did you do?"

"What I had to do," he smiles brightly, adoringly at you, that glimmer of insanity coming to the surface. "What they made me do. And I did it for you, too."

"Me?"

"Who else?" Edward giggles, standing up and moving closer to the glass, his hands cuffed and chained. "They tried to break us apart. But you came back. I've been waiting for so long..."

"What does she know about this?" The Batman slices through the moment, and Edward glances at him distractedly. "Have you been doing this together?"

"Of course not," Edward breathes, turning his attention back to you with a sweet smile. "She's too pure for that. Too shy, and lovely... it was me. But you inspired me," he insists, looking straight at you, "to make a clean slate, and clean it all up, so that it'd be perfect for us. And it will be, angel. You coming back was the last piece of the puzzle." Edward suddenly gives you that all-too familiar soft, loving look you'd seen back in the orphanage, and you have to fight to compose yourself, wanting so badly to run to him like you did so many times before. "You look so beautiful. You haven't changed a bit..."

You feel like crying, stunned by the casualness of what he's saying and admitting to. "I... oh Edward..." you shake your head, giving him a desperate look. "You're in Arkham."

"That's right," Batman interjects again, "you can't be together. You're a psychopath, Nashton. You're not getting out. I'm sending her back home."

"No, wait," you cut in desperately, still feeling just as drawn to the genius madman even after the dark truths, "please, I don't want to leave him, I can help..."

A guard interrupts, bursting into the interrogation room, and you all turn to him.

"There's been explosions," the guard announces, "the city walls have collapsed and the main road's flooded."

As he speaks, Edward giggles to himself, giving the masked vigilante a dark, unhinged look that makes your heart jump in your chest.

"She's not going anywhere," he says excitedly, grinning at you. "You're right where you need to be. We can watch the whole thing together."

The Batman dithers between leaving and staying, eventually rushing out of the room, along with Gordon, to deal with the flooding crisis, and a guard hustles you out of the room as Edward's voice calls out your name from behind you.

"You'll never leave me again! We were meant to be! You know it's true, darling! You know!"

You manage to glance back at him as you leave, studying his crazed, ecstatic look, that same softness in his eyes as the day you had to leave, but tainted with madness. But as you look, you can't help but smile back at him slightly, because you know it's true.

As the waters invade the city and the building erupts into panic along with the rest of Gotham, you know it's true. And maybe that'll make this all worth it.

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[firstprince-ao3feed]

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by KriptoMikey During an expedition in Antarctica, Alex is left behind at the American research base and finds himself trapped in the middle of a merciless blizzard. Henry, his boyfriend and teammate, will go to any lengths to save the love of his life. ------------ Days Alone: 42 * REC: "I heard your voice in the corridors today. I ran like crazy through the whole base twice, but you were nowhere to be seen.” Alex cried, hiding his face between his hands. “I think I'm going crazy, Henry. I know I have to be strong, but it's so hard. I can't stand it anymore, no matter where I look, I only see ice and no hope." "The storm is only getting worse, I don't know when it will end. I need to be strong for you my love, I promise I'll try." Words: 6125, Chapters: 3/4, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Nora Holleran, Shaan Srivastava, Simon Eriksson Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Alex Claremont-Diaz Loves Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz, Established Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz Needs a Hug, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Needs a Hug, Gay Disaster Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex is missing, they work on the south pole, henry is a pilot, Alex is in danger, Henry on the rescue, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, THERE'S A HAPPY ENDING I PROMISSE via https://ift.tt/wsFTxzp

[verybearlyawake]

"Just a few stitches and I'll leave you alone." The possessed teddy bear pleads to me. I can see a few seams on his body are torn.

He hasn't actually hurt me but he has been annoying me and scaring the shit out of me for weeks.

I oblige, it seemed like the most resonable thing to do. Maybe he was only trying to get my attention because he needed help. Those paws don't look like they could thread a needle.

I got out me sawing supplies and patched him up. He was very cooperative, very thankfull afterwards. And, as he promissed, he left me alone after that. But that peace and quiet only lasted a few days.

Soon, he was back. He'd apprear in the room when I wasn't looking, the doors and windows would close and open on thier own, the wird noises at night were back.

I walk up to him and pick him up. "What do you want? I fixed you up already."

"Silly me, I might need you to do that again." He gestures to one of the torn seams. A different one this time, but close to the one I fixed a few days ago.

I sigh and get to work. This time I fix him more solidly. I check if any seams are on the verge of falling apart and reinforce those too. It takes a couple of hours in total, but I really wanted this haunted adventure to be over and done with, so I put my all into this.

"Satisfied?" I put him down and watch him move his floppy fuzzy body, testing how much he can pull on his limbs without anything coming loose.

He nods and tries to hug me. I push him away and wish him a good life. Or afterlife. As long as it's far away from me.

He's back in my room two weeks later, waiting for me under the bed. There's new tears in his fabric.

"Just a few stitches and I'll be good to go, honest."

"Why do you keep coming back to me if I'm such a shitty seamstress that you keep falling apart right after I fix you?"

He tilts his head, black doll eyes staring at me. "You're not a bad seamstress."

I notice the scissors laying next to him. He was trying to hide them behind his body.

"What were you doing with those?" I ask, picking them up and putting them away in my desk drawer where they belong.

"Making sure I can always have a reason to come back to you."

Monster Person #600

Monster who just needs a couple of stitches and they'll be good to go, honest

[ultrastarbee]

okay so i saw the tenjiku hcs about their little sister marrying their best friend so can i request their little sister marrying their rivals like them having to pretend being nice to each other just for the sake of their little sister,and also please do not pressure yourself to write some request including mine we can always wait for you( ⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⌢⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀)(~￣³￣)~

Oh honey, thank you! Writing gives me a big serotonin shot everytime I make a post, but sometimes I can get a little carried away thinking I must do every single request as soon as I get them. Anxiety, am I right? So thank you for the lovely words. I'll do my best to keep my mind in the right place! Please tag along often!

Title: His little sister marrying his rival Request: yees Couple: Izana x sister!reader, Kakucho x sister!reader, Ran x sister!reader, Rindou x sister!reader Category: funny Content Warning: Word Count: 293 Summary: your older brother dealing with you marrying his rival A/N: this one was so fun to write. I'm still giggling

MASTERLIST ....... RULES ....... SERIES LIST

Izana

Fuck, Izana would totally kill the bastard. He wouldn't even pretend. How dare this mother fucker even think about touching his little sister? He wouldn't tell you, though. After disappearing with the body Izana will hold your hand while comforting you for your husband vanishing a week before your wedding day. Strangely all the wedding arrangements vanished with you husband.

Kakucho

Kakucho will swallow the sour taste and greet you both. Being his enemy Kakucho knows your soon to be husband can protect you. They will not make amends though and don't even try to hide it from you. "Can you pass me the knife?" and then a knife is seen flying over your kitchen. You really need to keep them apart.

Ran

You had to have a long and serious talk with your oldest brother about it to convince him not to beat the shit out of this man. Ran would straight up threaten him right in front of you. Every time you are around Ran is ignoring your husband, but as soon as the two of them are alone they will curse at each other with low voices. Ran would totally eat anything you try to bake for your husband, sometimes even taking the leftovers with him.

Rindou

Rindou longs for the right time to break one or two of your husband's limbs by accident. When you noticed he was hitting you husband by accident too many times you scolded him. Rindou ends up promissing you he will be good, but if your husband steps out of the line he will break all his joints just for you. He would also lie about the things you like so your husband buys you shitty gifts and you two argue about it.

[compassionatehanyou]

“Sesshomaru-sama trully loves you Towa-chan, and your sister. Onegai, don’t see him as a ill man. He did what he did to protect everyone. I told him to execute me, to save you both but he chose to try to save everyone and that’s why all this happened.” Rin uttered, sitting next to her daugther. Towa sounded so perturbed, so resentful. What could she do to assuage her suffering? “I guess it’s somewhat my responsibility too. Demo, I’m just content you two are alive and that I’m able to hug you.” ( I PROMISSE I'LL STOP LOL)

"... I..."

Towa frowned, looking down as her mother spoke. Towa didn't like upsetting her mother; even though they had only been able to know each other for a short time, she'd taken an immediate attachment to the woman. Someone so kind, gentle, and compassionate...

"You're just like her."

Yes, that's what Kaede had said. But then there was her father, and she didn't understand it...

"I don't know what you see in him."

After hiding it for so long, she finally let it out.

"I'm sorry, okaasan, I'm so sorry," Towa said afterwards, her voice breaking a bit. "I just... I don't understand this man. I don't feel anything in him... I don't want to be ungrateful, I don't want to hurt you too," Towa admitted, looking straight into her mother's eyes.

"I just... I can't accept what he's done... and I... and I... God, I can't even feel comfortable calling him 'otosan.' Some daughter I turned out to be..."

She wondered if the Tree of Ages’ prediction was correct, and one day that she would have to kill her father, and the man that her mother loved.