#slight kidnap fam

[writerthatcannotwrite]

Modern AU Silm fic idea

So you know how if something is frozen, it's kinda preserved? And you know the elves who died in the Helcaraxë were... well... frozen?

So imagine, if you will, in modern times of Middle Earth, when the dwarves are no longer prevalent (maybe they live in the Middle Earth equivalent of El Dorado?) and the hobbits have gone elsewhere to do who knows what (they become forest cryptids in the Ered Luin AKA, the Middle Earth Appalachia), and humans have created modern technology.

As in RADAR, SONAR, all that jazz. And humans, who we all know are very curious by nature, go exploring the ocean.

Human scientists explore the northern oceans, where the Helcaraxë is/has been, and they find bodies in the ice; nonhuman, but bipedal and human ENOUGH bodies. Sure, their ears are pointed, their teeth are strange, and they have a different bone structure, but the likeness is uncanny.

After a while of simply observing, the scientists get the go-ahead from their respective governments (Gondor, if it's still there, maybe Rohan; all of those civilizations have forgotten the might of the Eldar, though) and they manage to carve one of the bodies out of the ice.

After bringing the body back to land and in a laboratory, they discover some things.

1. The body is female.

2. She has different DNA and tissues than the average human.

3. She is still living.

(They find this out when someone is trying to get a tissue sample but almost gets strangled in the process.)

She speaks an archaic language, one that no linguist can decipher. However, when she tries to communicate via writing, she writes in an ancient script similar to the letters and words found in some of Gondor's ancient artifacts---swords of olden kings, the runes on a stone crypt with a king and two (supposed) children beside him.

All the while, the news coverage is all over, and some people are panicking. Who is this woman who was found ALIVE in the ice? Why are her ears naturally pointed? How old is she? More importantly, what is she saying?

We, the readers, will know that this woman is one of the Eldar, and who is the last elf left in Middle Earth? After the sons of Elrond have sailed, after Legolas and Gimli headed West, and after Celeborn finally saw the shores of Alqualondë? Who is left?

Maglor.

Maglor sees these shocking images of a golden haired woman, obviously of the Vanyar, and recognizes her. That is Elenwë, the wife of Turgon and mother of Idril.

That is Maglor's kin.

And Maglor, who now works the most boring 9-to-5 teaching job in all of Eä, longs desperately for any kind of relative, whether they hate him or not.

So Maglor goes to the scientists, the elf that had evaded all suspicion of him being anything other than human, and wants to see his cousin. Of course, they ignore him; that is, until he shows them his ears and sings a haunting verse of the Noldolantë.

They let him inside and Elenwë sees him, speaking ancient Quenya.

"Where is my daughter, Makalaurë?" She demands. "Where is my husband?"

Maglor knows where Turgon and Idril are; they are in the Undying Lands, far, far away.

Maglor tells her, and Elenwë screams. Maglor, who has had hundreds of centuries to process his grief, tries to comfort her, but is dragged away by security. The scientists question him, and Maglor, who has not spoken of his family history in centuries, finally tells the story of burning ships, shining jewels, kidnapped twins, and the war that was supposed to end all wars.

Maglor, who is technically a citizen of whatever country this is, willingly allows himself to stay in the laboratory. He goes to Elenwë again, and after much screaming and weeping, tells her the story of a hidden city and a tortured son of Aredhel and all that followed.

Elenwë is distraught. Obviously. After, she knows that she needs to sail back to Valinor, Doomed or not. She WILL find her daughter and husband again, even if it means she has to cross the sea to do it.

After a few years, Elenwë is released to Maglor's care. She speaks the common tongue well, knows her history and geography, and, well, they can't keep a sentient being in a laboratory forever, now can they (A few want to. Maglor threads his voice with Song and they never speak of that idea again)?

Maglor returns to his job teaching at a university (he teaches linguistics and music theory) and helps Elenwë learn her way around the modern world.

"Yes, that picture is moving," Maglor explains. "No, it is not a palantír."

"I'm not stupid, Makalaurë," Elenwë hisses. She still has a shred of animosity in her heart for all the harm Maglor and his brothers had caused her family.

"And we don't list our genealogies when meeting new people," Maglor told her when Elenwë introduced herself to a bank teller and told them her lineage.

"I could tell by the look on his face, Makalaurë," Elenwë replied bitterly.

Elenwë always had the heater on, and Maglor could not blame her; millenia stuck in ice would make a person long for warmth.

One day, Elenwë points to the drawing on Maglor's mantle and asks, "Who is that?"

The ellon had lines on his forehead, just like her dear Turukano; she always said they were from dealing with Findekáno's oddity.

Maglor was hesitant. "That Itarillë's grandson, your great-grandson."

Elenwë is delighted to hear that her daughter found love in Beleriand, but there was something that Maglor did not tell her.

So he told her, of course; Elenwë always knew if he was lying. He told her about the fire-haired twins' death, the burning camp of refugees, and her grandson's children left at the hands of two kinslayers.

"And love grew between them," Maglor told her. "They were Elrond and Elros, and... I see them as my sons."

Elenwë wanted to be angry. Scream at her cousin for causing so much grief for her daughter's family, but she couldn't. Makalaurë was oathbound to find that silmaril, but he still sought to do good.

"He sailed with Galadriel, Artanis as you know her, a few Ages ago," Maglor said. "He was as kind as summer."

After a while, Elenwë got her own job, an apartment nearby. She gets a degree and finds a stable job. She lives by the coast, like Maglor, and feels the sea tug on her heart every time she hears the rushing waves.

Then, Elenwë buys a boat.

Elenwë buts a boat and asks Maglor to go with her.

"It has been millenia, Makalaurë," she says. "Will you not go to Valinor? Will you leave your family thinking you are dead?"

Maglor refuses. He thinks that he cannot leave Middle Earth. "I am Doomed, Elenwë, but do not let my choices prevent you from going. See your husband, your daughter, your grandchildren and so on. Do not dwell on the past as I have, Elenwë."

"You hypocrite of hypocrites!" Elenwë cries. "You tell me to go and see my child when you will not go and see yours?"

Maglor goes with her.

He takes his favorite pillow, his silver harp made by his father, Maedhros's copper circlet, Elros's wooden toy horse, and leaves behind a copy of the Noldolantë.

Elenwë and Maglor sail.

They think that they will aimlessly wander the Sundering Seas, but they are wrong. Eru smiles at them, and they see the banks of Tol Eressëa. The dock is long gone, but homes dot the sandy shores, still littered with pearls and white gems.

Maglor and Elenwë sail, and they are welcomed.

Maglor is welcomed by six brothers, all released from Námo's halls. He is welcomed by a guilty father, who begs for his son's forgiveness on his knees. He is welcomed by a grieving mother, who had never thought she would see her son again.

He is welcomed by a son that was not his, and a daughter-in-law that looks suspiciously like Galadriel.

Elenwë is welcomed by a husband who has grieved for millenia, who is guilty for not saving her. She is welcomed by her daughter, now grown, and a human man she calls her husband. She is welcomed by a woman with bird-like features, who is her granddaughter-in-law. She is welcomed by her great-grandson, whose picture sat on Makalaurë's mantle for all the time she'd been in Middle Earth.

Maglor returns to his family. He is not exiled, or Doomed to the Everlasting Darkness. He is called home for tea and to play games with his brothers. He is not a ghost story to tell children on rainy nights. He is not a warning to those provoked to anger. He is an elf; an elf who wanted to go home.

Elenwë returns to her family. She is not a casualty listed among the fallen of Helcaraxë. She is not a wife who was not named. Elenwë lives.

Elenwë lives, and she was not forgotten.

[isilwhore]

Do not wander off too far my heart cannot bear it

Mags worrying about his kids again as usual

[omgfangirlland]

Hiya,

I was re-reading all of the series cause for some reason half my teachers decided to just not do anything today at class

It got me wondering.... That all of my asks are about everyone else in the series but Batsis really, soooooo let's give her more attention

I was wondering if Batsis herself will be clingy and protective of her loveds one, especially meaning the Grayson's family, the ones that adopt her with less steps (kidnapped her, at this point it's the same really) is she gonna cling to Debbie and Mark when the Batfam goes a bit out of their place?

Also IMAGINE THIS

Debbi vs Bruce confrontation?!

She gonna tell him all his truth's, she not gonna let all those years they neglected her baby slide.

-Nameless

Hiii 💚

This wasn't supposed to be this long but I just kept writing as the scenarios came in mind :))) I had fun with this, sorry for any spelling errors, didn't really check it through.

Yes she will! I do believe I hinted at that in the earlier chapter(or I wanted to hint at it and just forgot 🫠) EITHER WAY- yesss she will be clingy and protective.

She may be emotionally mature and chill, going with the flow in most situations, but even when she left she couldn't help but stay in contact with the Gotham rogues. She knows the risk of Batman finding out, of the possibility of him using her attachments against her- but she isn't willing to let go of the few people who, quite literally, raised her better than Bruce ever did.

Her vendetta against Joker wasn't because the clown did anything to her personally, but he had hurt enough people in her life for her to want him dead, and for her to be willing to do so herself. From Jason to Harley to even Barbara. Now- does batsis believe in rehabilitation? Yes, but some people can't be and don't want to be helped, and Joker was a long lost cause.

You know Cecil's whole "You can be the good guy, or you can save the world" spiel? Well Batsis would let the world burn if it meant keeping her loved ones safe and alive. Someone makes her choose between her fam and some stranger she's already out the door with Mark, Debbie whoever under her arm. She is a good person because she wants to be, not because she has to. And once she doesn't want to be anymore because of whatever reason- well, better to ask for forgiveness later than permission.

AZJHSD IMAGE THO

Like Debbie has been in the same room as the man before, she just glared. But once he tries to step on her toes? Once he tries to take her child, her baby girl, the same baby he carelessly buried in the back of his head? 1. Someone better call an ambulance, but not for her. 2. Get the cameras ready cuz the celebrity news reporters would have a month's worth of content.

She not only will eat him out, but beat his ass too if he says something wrong. And what's Brucie supposed to do? Bruce crafted his daytime persona to be a himbo- he can only cry and take it but if he does cry at least two reporters will say "Bruce Wayne tried to play the victim after being accused of child neglect" and mind you- the reporters already have slight proof of it- there are articles over articles of baby batsis being alone at competitions, so the media isn't on his side, not when they can milk it even more for the sweet, sweet clicks.

And if anyone comes to Batsis? Well, she'd prefer it be Lois, but beggars can't be choosers. Batsis is pulling out proof after proof after proof, the poor reporter is going to need another month to check the sources, they'll need another month to even begin to process everything and to put it into coherent sentences. Batsis isn't looking for trouble, but if trouble comes to her, well- she can't just ignore it :))

But if it is Lois- Batsis would help at every step, she needs security footage from years ago? No problem, here you go Miss Lane, Bruce keeps them on this private server, here is how you personally can get in without being noticed. She needs an article that's only in Gotham's archive about xyz? No biggie, here's the original, and ten copies.

Light work, batsis already helps her with stuff like this, she'd be cackling behind Lois as she writes, kicking her feet like a chaos-hungry gremlin. If Dami has a better relationship at the time with batsis rather than the fam? He'll jump the wagon too, hell he'll probably do it anyway. "If I had a nickel for every time I had to find out about an older blood sibling from another source but my father, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice." Twitter goes wild, this produces another week worth of content, batsis liking the post and retweeting "At least he raised you, I had better parental figures in Killer Croc and Harley Quinn." another week of articles.

Bruce Wayne's PR team wants to quit.

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Together Bound In Madness - Part 4

Summary: So close, yet so far…

A/N: This particular piece of work wasn’t meant to see the light of day and live its life in my WIP folder…it was supposed to….

Then I mentioned to @ken-dom that I might share and well…here we are…what can I say y'all? She’s mad encouraging and I love her dearly for it. Without her none of these would exist.

As always, this NSFW 18+ and has a few extra warnings attached; a kidnapping trigger warning being the biggest one, this part also includes a physical assault trigger,

The title comes from the Marianas Trench song The Killing Kind

Y'all should know by now I rarely post one shots…..so yeah, this will be multiple parts….I’m just not sure on the final tally yet. You can find previous parts here.

I'm off on vacation with the chosen fam jam starting tomorrow for a whole week, but wanted to post an update before I go

Enjoy my loves! <3 

Why? Why would you try to leave? This had perplexed him, but even more than that, it had stirred something in the pit of his stomach that he hadn’t expected. Watching you tiptoe around the apartment, trying not to wake him, watching you slip out into the hallway, knowing you’d had nowhere to go. As soon as you had closed the apartment door, he was up on his feet, making his way to the hallway. Pulling the door open as slowly as you had, he watched as you stood on your tiptoes feeling around for the spare key that was currently in his pocket. Again, you had been so distracted, you hadn’t even noticed him come up behind you until you had turned around; by then his curiosity had turned to anger, why couldn’t you understand, this was for your own good? 

You whined a pathetic ‘No’ before he watched you fill your lungs and quickly clamped a hand over your mouth. He had expected pushback from you, what he hadn’t expected was the feeling of his cock twitch in his jeans as he dragged you back to safety. You fought him the whole way, kicking and screaming; literally. 

Once you were back in the apartment, he let you go, he struck you hard across the cheek, hoping it would help quell the ache between his legs from getting stronger; this wasn’t what this was supposed to be; you had been saying something, but his mind was focused on his painfully throbbing cock under the confines of his jeans. Feeling you struggle against his chest, your fingernails biting into his forearm in an attempt to get him to let go….Fuck if he could just….He found himself reaching to brush a piece of hair back off your face before you slapped his hand away. 

No. This wasn’t about that. 

He did have to make sure you wouldn’t try again, he couldn’t risk someone hurting you…or worse. He had really hoped not to have to use the rope, but you hadn’t given him much of a choice in the matter. He pulled you toward the bed where you'd be more comfortable.

He breathed heavy through his nose as you struggled against him; he bit down on his lip, trying to focus on his task at hand, as his cock twitched again, begging for attention. You were thrashing and twisting on the bed enough that it was difficult for him to get your hands where he needed. He straddled your hips, using his own weight to keep you pinned to the mattress, immediately regretting his decision, your movement was causing a delicious friction. 

He leaned over you, getting a sudden waft of your scent, and before he could think clearly, he bent his head, and licked a slow hot stripe up the length of your neck. 

He secured the rope around the headboard, quickly climbing back off before he did something he’d regret. 

He watched as you pulled hard on the binds and they didn’t budge; God if only you knew what you were doing to him, maybe you’d stop…or maybe….

He turned on his heel, his back to you as you said something else he didn’t hear as he closed the bathroom door, barely hearing the click of the latch as his fingers pulled at the button of his jeans, his cock springing free almost instantly as he gasped with the slight relief, his knuckles white peeking through the holes in the backs of his gloves as he gripped the sink hard. His release spilled in the sink, coating the sleek white porcelain. He let out an almost inaudible whine, turning on the water before he pulled his gloves off, tucking them in his back pocket to clean up the sink and tuck himself back in his pants. 

He glanced at his watch; he had somewhere to be, he could leave you for an hour or so; you couldn’t manage to get yourself into trouble in that amount of time…he hoped. 

***

You swallowed hard, trying to see from your angle on the bed if there was a way for you to reach the knots to untie yourself. There wasn’t. You had your one and only shot and had absolutely blown it; you were going to end up in this guy’s freezer for sure now.

You had seen an episode of Criminal Minds once, years ago; you had watched that show religiously in your teens, and for the life of you couldn’t remember anything helpful, what you did remember was one episode in particular, some girl had been kidnapped and they had mentioned how she’d seen his face, he hadn’t worn a mask. He hadn’t needed to, because he was going to kill her. 

Although, and you'd never admit this to anyone, feeling his warm, wet tongue glide up the length of your neck just now, made you want to  beg for more. 

He reappeared from the bathroom and you glared, noting he was a little flushed. You watched him move closer, his cheeks a light pink. It made your stomach flip; you pushed the thought from your brain, you wouldn’t even consider it; not now, not after this. He stood at the foot of the bed, fishing something from his pocket before putting it on the small table. You frowned, not really sure what it had been, and you were certain he wasn’t about to tell you. 

You watched from your place on the bed as he reached in his back pocket, pulling his gloves on before grabbing a set of keys off the counter. He was leaving.

“You can’t just leave me here like this!” You yelled and he hadn’t even flinched; you weren’t convinced he’d even heard you. The only indication that he may have, his blue eyes  fixed on yours before he turned around and disappeared out into the hallway; the lock clicking into place on the door. 

You had no fucking clue where he was going or how long he had planned to be gone. You wasted no time, pulling with all your strength on the rope tied around your wrists. Almost immediately you realized he had tied it strategically below your gauze bandages so that every time you would pull on the rope, it would bite into the raw skin underneath and it hurt significantly more than the fabric from before. 

You screamed until you were hoarse, you couldn’t figure out why no one could hear. You had twisted and pulled on the rope around your wrists so hard that it had torn the gauze and caused them to bleed. You lied there, crying both out of frustration and pain; your arms were sore and tired; you didn’t have the energy to keep trying. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you heard the keys at the door, it was dark out the window and you were starving, your stomach growling painfully. 

The door opened and you let out a gasp seeing the state of him; he was covered from head to toe in blood. A lot of blood. 

You closed your eyes, leaning back against the pillow as your body shook, tears streaming down your cheeks, you were shocked you even had any left to cry. They weren’t out of fear anymore, but you weren’t sure where you could place them. 

He made his way over to the bed, immediately noticing the tacky drying blood around your wrists and down your arms. He clicked his tongue in disapproval and you scoffed; this caught his attention. 

You dropped your gaze as soon as his eyes locked on yours; again, that feeling stirring in the pit of your stomach, this time it was harder to ignore. Damn it, why were you like this? This shouldn’t be something that turned you on.

So why did it?

He was a fucking psychopath, clearly. But…if he had wanted to hurt you, he would have by now…right? 

You hissed sucking air through clenched teeth as he pressed a thumb against your wrist. Then you watched as he did something you didn’t expect. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your bruised and bleeding wrists. Even more so, you didn’t expect the jolt of arousal that shot straight to your core. Your hands immediately clenched into fists as you let out a small whimper.

He stepped back, noticing he had accidentally gotten blood on your pajamas.

You watched as his eyes raked over your form, your heart slammed in your chest but this time it wasn't out of fear, it was out of anticipation. Not knowing where he had been, what he was doing, why he had come back covered in blood that very obviously wasn't his; what his plan was….he hadn't said a word in days. 

You bit your lip, watching him, he seemed lost in his own little world. As he stood at the edge of the bed, his fingers dragging slowly over the cotton of your t-shirt, you bit down harder on your lip, wishing you could feel his fingertips. 

His fingers curled under the hem of your t-shirt, the cool leather of his gloves against your warm skin making you gasp softly with a flinch. 

This caught his attention and his eyes flickered to you briefly before he pulled his hand away. 

You didn't speak, just watched as he pulled both gloves off, tucking them in his back pocket. 

You swallowed hard, watching him reach to pull your shirt up, this time his bare fingers warm against your torso. 

He frowned when he realized he wasn't going to be able to get it over your head like he initially planned. 

He bunched the soft fabric in both hands, and pulled; it split with ease, halfway up your torso, you felt your stomach clench at suddenly being exposed; knowing he probably wasn’t about to stop there. 

The tear of fabric was the only noise in the room as he tore the sleeves free, before ripping the shirt up the centre the rest of the way, leaving your entire top half exposed. Your breathing was quiet, his was seemingly non existent. The chill in the room prickled your bare skin with goosebumps as the blush from your cheeks seemed to colour your entire body. He moved slowly, so slowly that you almost begged him to go faster. The wait was agonizing. 

His eyes fell on your belly, just above where the waistband of the pyjama pants you’d had on was resting. You chewed on the inside of your bottom lip…waiting. 

It was then that you had noticed; you didn’t know how you hadn’t before. Your eyes fell to the front of his blood soaked jeans; he was either struggling or not trying at all to conceal the bulge straining against denim. That sent a surge of arousal through your core; it shouldn’t have, you knew it shouldn’t have, but for months you had fantasized about your sexy quiet neighbour; joked with your girlfriends that being so quiet, it only made sense that he’d let loose once in a while. 

This hadn’t been exactly what you had in mind, but it was a hell of a way to die since you had convinced yourself he was likely also a serial killer. 

His fingers curled around the waistband of your pants, sliding them over your hips and down your legs before dropping them at his feet. Leaving you lying on the bed in nothing but a pair of panties.

[chiroptaro]

Hey! Who are your top 3 action webtoon characters (doesn't have to include main character) and why?

gives u a big hug when i saw this ask i yelled out loud ty SM for asking . i had to think long and hard about this one bc honestly there are SO many amazing characters to choose from augh!!! okok im gonna put it under a read more bc i went a little overboard my bad 🤧

slight spoilers(?) for viral hit, teenage mercenary

3. kayden from eleceed!!!! okay first of all shoutout to casein nitrate for being the funniest fuckin concept ive ever read in a webtoon oh my GOD. when he was in human form for the first time in front of the gang and ilhyuk and was like "why arent they giving me treats.." I WAS ROLLING OH MY GODDD. THE WAY HE INTERACTS W PEOPLE IN HIS CAT FORM IS HYSTERICAL. anyways as a character i rlly rlly like him because of how much he. cares about jiwoo like that's LITERALLY his son that's his little boy the found families in eleceed have me sobbing all day theyre so important to me. i also like him because of HOW STRONG HE IS?? LIKE HE'S SO YOUNG BUT HE'S RESPECTED BY EVERY AWAKENED BC OF HIS STRENGTH LIKE OMG. also he is so so gender im so jealous of him and kartein UGH. speaking of kartein him and kartein's relationship is great to me bc they bring out dif sides of each other that r super cool to see !! also theyre hilarious together . kayden's funny and he looks cool AND he kicks ass AND HE'S A GRUMPY DAD FIGURE like it does not get any better than this.

2. ijin from teenage mercenary/mercenary enrollment !!!! this one is my fav webtoon of all time 💓💓 i adore ijin because like...even after all he's been through and how grim and immovable his life has made him, he's still so so gentle with his grandfather and little sister. he loves his family so so much and it makes me ILL. speaking of his family i adore just how many families he HAS like he has the numbers, major kang and all them (his relationship w them has me absolutely dead on the floor the amount of rants ive gone on abt them is frankly worrying), dusik cha n his right hand man, and ofc his grandpa and dayeon!! he's so caring that he creates such strong bonds with so many people and they become irreplaceable in his heart and he would do absolutely anything to protect them. he puts the people he sees as family over EVERYTHING in his life and once a person has become part of his fam he becomes super protective of them <3 an example of that is once he knew that jiyeh was engaged to major kang, who was the first person to really help him understand what family means, he immediately added her to the ppl to be protected and went super far to protect her when she got kidnapped because he knows she's special to major kang!! someone in the comments said "his in-law!!" and that had me sobbing on the floor bc he got so excited and felt like he had to be cool in front of her AUGHH. he's such a sweetheart while also being an incredible and badass fighter and that combo is my fav kind of character 🫶🫶

1. MY ABSOLUTELY FAV IS TAEHUN FROM VIRAL HIT/HOW TO FIGHT. me and my buddy literally rant to each other all the time about him every time he shows up we're kicking our feet twirling our hair giggling.... i haven't finished his backstory arc (im paused at the beginning of it i've had to mentally prepare myself) but i like him bc he's really passionate abt taekwondo and was ready to teach it to hobin even tho he said he would beat the crap out of him the next time he saw him ... imo this was the turning point for them and if hobin hadnt gone to him to learn the back kick taehun wouldnt have become such an integral part of the hobin yu company(lol). i also rlly love that he was determined to start a newtube channel even tho he thought it was embarrassing aughh it was so cute!! also he watches hobin's streams and is visibly super proud of how far he's come and i think thats rlly sweet <33 i also love him bc he's incredibly gender like i wish i was him so so bad the mullet and the style and the LIPGLOSS AND MASCARA AND EYELINER and the snark and the asking for 500 won thing he's so frickin cool im obsessed with him AUGH!!! i just think he's super cool. another reason is bc of how obviously fruity that guy is like oh my god he cannot be normal for 3 seconds every time he's trying to intimidate someone he has to get all up in their personal space like,, be fr. when he first confronted yeonu(?) did u see that pose bruh what was that. every time his fangirls show up in v-hit's chat im like theyre LITERALLY me i could not relate to them more honestly. i made him an entire pinterest board . the entire reason i started reading v-hit was for him bc my friend told me abt how cool he was and i just had to get in on that so,, yaya !!! he exceeded my expectations a thousand times and ilhsm

^ some of my fav taehun scenes altho every single panel he's in has me blushing and giggling 🤭

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

frankenstein from noblesse!! he's so badass and i love his hair and he's so loyal he just. aughh even tho the gang pisses him off sometimes he still cares for them sm

mr na from get schooled/true education!! he cares so so much abt the kids and helping them and he really wants to defend his fiancee and prove that she was right to say all kids can change <3

gerard from weak hero...he is so special to me i love how old man he is. he sleeps in bushes and enjoys slapstick comedy he's just like me fr!!! i just love him soo much smth about these guys who fight w kicks 💓

[tmwcs]

slight delay in posting of chapters for DT and TO….my mom decided to kidnap me for the day and I barely got any writing time in but I promise it’s coming y’all! Especially after this family trip is done whooooo bc I’ve been getting so many ideas whole out and about with the fam. 😏 heheheheheheh

[ao3feed-tolkien]

A pretty lie

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/hAZz76I

by Cor-belle (I_did_not_mean_to)

Bingo Card 14 - Genreswap Prompt: Folklore Comment: Fairies and the "better place" good kids go to

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 19 of Bingo Card 14 - Genreswap

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Elrond Peredhel, Elros Tar-Minyatur, Maglor | Makalaurë

Relationships: Elrond Peredhel & Elros Tar-Minyatur & Maglor | Makalaurë

Additional Tags: B2MEM, Drabbles, Perfect drabbles, Writing, gen - Freeform, kidnap fam, Oh the other twins, slight angst, I Am Sorry

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/hAZz76I

[portellini]

- Adult Trio with a Kurta S/O -

Requests are open - I think I opened them idk how they work :/

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- Hisoka -

- He teases and annoys you just to admire your eyes as they change

- For the most part I don't think Hisoka would treat any different. As long as your strong and entertaining. Bet he's gonna joke about fighting Chrollo, saying "I'll make sure to beat him good just for you~".  Doesn't actually care he just wants to fight Chrollo and it's coincidental that he's someone his S/O probably despises🤡.

- Although, from what we saw with Kurapika the Scarlet Eyes made him a specialist. Sooo, if these eyes make you stronger than usual, Hisoka is gonna try and fight you whenever you get mad just to see how strong you get. That would be a plus since Hisoka would be more interested in you if it meant you were stronger.

- If his S/O still suffers from trauma I doubt he'd be much help, and would accidentally trigger some memories. Although, when his S/O breaks down or starts to cry, there'd be a slight chance he'd walk over and hold them gently while staying silent.

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- Illumi -

- The Scarlet Eyes are one of the most valued treasures, so Illumi would be way more protective over you. This would mean stricter precautions and constant surveillance. Doubt he'd even let you leave the mountain without multiple butlers or himself.

- If his S/O is strong and would freely roam around, Illumi would still keep multiple trackers on his S/O to make sure where they were at all times.

- Illumi might find the Scarlet Eyes useful to have for the Zoldyck bloodline and have a stronger urge for heirs.  :/

- I do think that when his S/O's eyes turn red, he would pause to gaze into them, because 1 the eyes are beautiful and 2nd it's his S/O.

- If the S/O did get snatched and was killed for their eyes... Whoever did it would be hunted and gutted, and Illumi would keep their eyes somewhere in the Zoldyck house where he would mourn them.

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- Chrollo -

- .......... Why? Mans killed your whole fam. You gotta be tripping If you're in love with the man who killed your whole clan in such a brutal way. Anyways, maybe you got kidnapped and he keeps you as his personal treasure, or you were outcasted by the clan and took part of the murder for revenge. 🤷🏻‍♀️

- Every time your eyes turned red Chrollo would no doubt admire them while holding you close in his lap. He sees you as HIS treasure and nothing can change that. — "You're the most beautiful treasure I've ever put my hands on." — Could see him purposefully triggering you just to see your eyes turn red.

- If you're not a part of the Troupe he'd probably keep you secluded in a undisclosed building/ house that he owns.

- If you are a part of the Troupe, he'd probably trust in your abilities and not care that much for your safety. Although, if you got hurt, whoever was responsible would be punished severely.

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[stormxpadme]

for whumptober, "touch starved" for kidnap fam!

Whumptober 2021

No. 6 - touch starved

T.A. 3021/Fo.A.1

"I'm late, ada, forgive me."

A mug of morning tea in his hand, Aragorn joined Elrond on the balcony of his private terrace where a breakfast should have started an hour ago. A few years back, he might have been more embarrassed about the little slight but even someone who's wedding had taken place thousands of years ago hopefully knew quite well that you always had to make the best of a few days off. Especially someone with as many duties as the two of them had. "Arwen and I took the liberty of sleeping in," he added when a critical glance wandered over his half-open, wrinkled tunic, the mess that was his hair. "We don't get a lot of chances for that in the Citadel."

  His stepfather did, understandably, not care much about the reasons why Aragorn's wife and he had got little sleep tonight and spared him a comment. He just put a plate with leftover pieces of fruit between them on the railing, for a quick necessary snack before another day of catching up with old friends in the village would wait. "I assume, my daughter is at least taking the time to change clothes and find a hairbrush then." The fine wrinkles around Elrond's eyes grew deeper with mirth while Aragorn had the decency to blush a little. This was holiday, the last chance to visit most of Arwen's and his family and old friends before they would leave Middle-earth in autumn, and this was their home; there was no need for an overabundance of etiquette here. Not even in the Lord's palace that was growing increasingly silent and deserted these days anyway.

  "Not exactly." Aragorn nodded towards Elrond's garden where there was a very well-known silhouette in white joining a small group of elves sitting around the koi pond. All of them were doing their best to keep the toddlers in their middle from paying the large, white and orange fish a too-close visit. "Just making sure, everyone's safe. I'm a little disappointed, ada. I could have bet, if someone kidnaps my firstborn right from under my nose, you'd be involved. Family tradition and all."

  The little twitch around Elrond's left eye at the rude innuendo was enough payback for his foster father's teasing remarks, as far as Aragorn was concerned. "Your traveling companions have the situation well under control. As long as your son doesn't try to live up to his father's deeds and falls asleep in a hot spring, you have nothing to worry about."

  "You are never letting that go, will you?" A shiver that was very old crept down Aragorn's arms. He took a second to make extra sure, his best elf friend down there had his arm firmly around Eldarion's little body, seeing as how curiously the boy tried to creep closer to the clear surface, reaching out for the curiously approaching animals who looked like they could swallow him whole. He had been older back then, and Eldarion would have little chances to escape his family's watchful eyes between the secure walls of the King's house in Minas Tirith, but if his son had half the adventurous explorer spirit of even one of his parents, they would indeed need to keep a good eye on him once he could walk. One family member almost drowning before they'd even been three years old was enough for a millennium. "Mother often told me, she was surprised when it was you, bringing me home that night. Lord Glorfindel, Elladan and Elrohir had combed the whole valley three times already."

  "I knew where to look." First, it didn't sound like Elrond wanted to say anything else about it. There was a tight expression about his thin lips that Aragorn couldn't quite place, regarding a story that had happened so long ago and actually ended harmlessly enough. "Your mother wasn't faring well when you came here. Though the prophecy had warned her about your father's possible death, it hit her very hard. We hardly could get her to leave bed for a while. She loved you dearly but she had hardly strength to take care of you in the first few months. You reminded her of him too much. You were very little," he added with a lenient nod, seeing Aragorn's confused frown. "Mannish minds are fragile at that age. You wouldn't know. And after that incident in the hot spring, it quickly became better. But what you were seeking that day in the baths wasn't the water or the fish, Estel. It was warmth. Without the comfort of closeness, a soul can freeze to death in the middle of August."

  "People were talking about you." A slightly fresher but still very vague memory flashed in Aragorn's mind, of a certain Chief Advisor clearing his throat in annoyance, of amused chuckles from a group of soldiers when Aragorn had entered the Hall of Fire in the middle of a strategic meeting, just to show his foster father an eagle he'd carved from a piece of wood with his teacher. Elrond had rewarded him with a big hug and not let go of him for the rest of that conversation with his warriors. "When I grew older, they told me, most elves don't require or seek a lot of physical contact except with closest family members."

  "You were my family. You still are," Elrond said shortly, and that much was still true in spite of all grief and all regret parting them due to Arwen's decision of choosing Aragorn's folk over her own. "And you might remember I'm only Half-elven myself. Things in my family were never quite traditional as long as I can remember. My brother and I learned very early that a touch of love is sometimes the only thing to mend the pieces of a broken soul." Now it was impossible to ignore, this old grief weighing down on his foster father's slender shoulders, the slight tremble in his hands before he quickly folded them on the sun-heated marble of the railing. A glance of thankfulness met Aragorn's when he reached for those slightly too-cold hands and squeezed them gently. It wasn't always that his foster father was in the mood to talk about things so long in the past, but Aragorn felt, this was a story he wanted to share. Being around his daughter's offspring at least for a little while before they would go their separate ways, parted until the world might end one day, had clearly brought up a lot of memories of when Elrond himself had barely been able to talk and walk. And not all of them were evil.

  "Tell me."

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F.A. 538

"You are not leaving. Not without one of us."

  Elrond had not exactly expected to make it out of the door without triggering any kind of alarm but that he didn't even get past their kidnapper's living room before Maglor blocked his way with an exasperated sigh would have been frustrating and irritating every other day. Right now, it was nothing but a life-threatening obstacle. "Get out of my way!" he snapped, out of his mind with worry and self-blame, blind with rage. Rage about this whole helpless situation, on the brothers who had taken them without ever asking them, on his parents who had left them alone without looking back, on his own missing height and lack of strength to just push the Fëanorian aside. Rage on the whole damn world, and on Elros, maybe, the most. "I need to …" That was where he needed to stop because Elros had made him swear not to tell, but Elros was no longer here, Elros was somewhere lying out there in the garden, in the cold, maybe dying, just because Elrond had not stopped him …

  He didn't need to say much, apparently. Maglor's haggard face turned another shade paler when he looked past Elrond, searching for his brother's almost identical shape in the dusty, empty hallway and unable to find it, obviously. "What happened? Where is he, Elrond?"

  Maybe Elrond would have answered now, because the other seemed seriously concerned for a change, and also Elrond had not forgotten that it had been the younger of the brothers who had wrapped his twin brother and him in blankets and given them food and told them, he'd take care of them, in a night when it had seemed like the world would end. They were still prisoners here, of course, not even allowed to pass the main gate without company, but at least they were well-taken-care-of prisoners. Unfortunately, that was the moment when Maglor's brother decided to see what all that screaming was about, and Elrond started to fight Maglor's iron-hard grip on his arm again, trying to duck away between his legs to finally get outside before it would be too late. "As if you care!"

  "You would not be here if I didn't." Maglor's melodic voice trembled with something almost like regret, but he still didn't let go, and to Elrond's horror, Maedhros' far taller and broader shape stormed past them, remaining hand on the handle of his sword, to see what it was outside that had got Elrond so upset.

  "No, don't," he whimpered in fear, and pain, from trying to break free from Maglor's hold once more which only ended with his arm being twisted against the joint accidentally. "Please, Lord Maglor, he meant no harm, I promise. He just … he wanted to get away. To get help for us."

  "There is no help from the darkness out there, little one," Maglor said tiredly but at least finally straightened up and led Elrond to the door, without letting go of him though. "And neither of you would survive being out there alone for even an hour. How did he even make it this far?"

  "He …" Elrond stopped because suddenly this whole thing sounded like the stupidest thing in the whole world. "He wanted me to come, but I was too afraid of the jump …"

  "He did wh… Please tell me, this is a bad prank." Finally understanding the gravitas of the situation, Maglor swept Elrond into his arms without much ado and hurried outside a lot faster, towards the spot between a few withered trees right under the twins' chambers on the first floor. "And did it not occur to you to stop him?"

  "I wanted to." Shivering in his thin nightgown, Elrond hid his face reluctantly against Maglor's neck and found, surprised, that the icy needles pricks from the beginning snow storm were a lot easier to bear like that. He also didn't need to fear anyone seeing his tears when the memory of the last time Elros and him had seen their parents, stabbed into his heart like one of those blades the brothers had used to kill so many of their people. "Elros thought, the Valar could make him a bird, like nana …"

  But whoever of those beings far across the sea were responsible for orphaned Half-elven seemed not to be paying attention today.

  Lord Maedhros was coming to meet them before they could reach that small dent in the fresh snow cover where a small pool of blood had formed, carrying Elros' half-unconscious body on his arms, scarred face unmoving as ever. Only the harsh grimace around those split lips had grown even darker.

  Elrond had no time to fear it because he saw immediately that Elros' left leg stood away from his hip in an unnatural angle, and where his tunic and boot had torn, a terrible, fractured piece of white stuck out from his shin, leaking blood on the rotten wooden planks of their prison when Maedhros put him down on the ground. He did it surprisingly careful, and yet, a faint moan came from Elros' pale lips that tried to break Elrond's heart. "Kano. A healer." It was one of the first times that Elrond actually heard Maglor's brother talk, and it sounded nothing like the demanding aggression that Maedhros had once met his mother with at all. There was tiredness, almost something like sadness in his tone.

  "None left," Maglor reminded him with gritted teeth, still holding Elrond too tightly for him to jump to the ground and try help his brother, though he had no idea how, anyway. "We have to ride to the next settlement."

  "In this storm? Forget it. When the sun comes up. Get me a piece of wood and rope. And alcohol."

  "Come, Elrond, you need to help me. You want to help your brother, right?" Maglor still sounded shaken, and he was still nice enough not to mention the tears of worry running down Elrond's cheeks.

  Also, he was right, so Elrond supposed he could trust him for the moment. Not that he had a choice. Didn't mean he had to trust the red-haired monster that had slain half his village, though. "What is he doing? Will he hurt him?" Before they went around the corner, he could see Maedhros kneel down next to Elros' almost unmoving shape. And he didn't like how the older elf put his hands on his brother's ruined leg. At all.

  "I don't think you want to know," Maglor answered even quieter. "He does what he needs to do. And he's the only one who can right now. Our brothers had broken bones more often than we could count when we grew up. Maedhros was far more often with them – with us – then than our parents. Some things, you learn, with time, I guess."

  "Did your parents leave you too?" Elrond knew he shouldn’t ask. It was none of his business, and he certainly wasn't curious. But in the books that Elrond and he sometimes stole from the small library that their kidnappers kept, it said that you should know your enemy. Maybe that was a good day to start.

  Besides, Maglor suddenly looked truly, deeply saddened. "In a way, yes, though they had as little choice as your mother and father did. Look in that chest over there, Elrond. A vial with clear fluid and as many white sheets as you can carry." Maglor put him down to bend down over the stack of firewood himself, without even checking he wouldn’t run off again, and in some twisted, wrong way, it made Elrond proud.

  And where should he have gone?

  They were only halfway back when a sickening crack tore the silence of the almost-deserted stronghold, and an ear-piercing wail that nearly made Elrond drop everything he was carrying. "Elros!" The panic rising again, he ran off, ignoring Maglor's shout, but froze again as soon as his brother and his companion's brother came within sight again, the helplessness rearising when he saw Elros thrashing uselessly in Maedhros' so much longer arms, writhing in pain on the floor and trying to get away from the elf who tried to help him – at least that, Elrond could believe for the moment, seeing as that ugly fracture wasn't deforming his brother's body that badly anymore.

  The wound was still bleeding though, and though he knew certainly even less about healing than Maglor, Elrond was very aware that they had to do something against that quickly, and if Elros didn't hold still, they couldn't.

  He tried it himself, first, just putting everything down he held and falling to his knees next to his brother, trying to wrap his arms around him, but he wasn't strong enough, and Elros was delirious in the unbearable pain, his skin heated. He didn't even seem to hear his words.

  Maglor pushed him away without even asking, ignoring his protest, and pulled Elros close to his body in a terribly practiced-looking grip, immobilizing his arms with his own, and his good leg with his own crossed over it, ignoring the scratches and bruises that Elros' struggling left on his arms and neck in the process. Then he started to sing.

  More fear took Elrond then because last time he had heard Maglor sing, people had been bleeding from their ears and dying around him, brought to their knees by merely this sound.

  But to his utter surprise, after a few words only, Elros stopped his mad fight against their kidnappers little by little, blinking up at Maglor, dazed and still trembling, big tears running down his cheeks. When Maedhros approached him again, a long piece of wood in his hands, he flinched and screamed out, trying to rob away once more, but then just whimpered when Maglor grabbed both of his hands with his larger one, rubbing them soothingly. A bit from the coldness of the snow and his wet clothes seemed to leave his too-pale skin. Still sniffling and panting, he looked down on that surprisingly gentle hand and turned his head to hide his face in Maglor's tunic, not unlike Elrond had earlier, with a shiver but unmoving this time as Maedhros reached for his wounded leg again.

  Maglor never stopped caressing Elros' small back and singing into his ear while Maedhros put his leg into a splint and then left to get them both something to sleep, he murmured, without anyone having to ask him to do so.

  Only now Elrond dared to scoot closer to the two of them again. He was too tired to fight when Maglor put his arm around him, and too busy, wiping away Elros' tears and calling him stupid and telling him, he would be alright, very soon. Maybe he didn’t even want to fight that still cautious, gentle touch on his tear-crusted cheek and his hair and the warmth that slowly crept back into his own body now that he knew, his brother would be alright. He didn't know why the brothers were doing this – surely, they didn't need them in one piece for whatever they had planned for them –, but since he couldn't change anything about their situation, maybe it was moot to try and find out. "How long will you keep us, Master Maglor?" he asked, because this was as good a time as any, and with his face hidden in that soft, worn-out tunic again, at least he didn't need to see the lie in the Fëanorian's eyes, if there was one.

  "Until you are ready to fly on your own, little bird," Maglor said. It sounded an awful lot like the truth.

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[morganaspendragonss]

i saw you were accepting prompts - could you possibly do one with thirteen and the fam where one of them gets kidnapped and the rest have to get whoever it is back?

holly's august extravaganza day 15: find you here inside the dark

thank you for the prompt!

@badthingshappenbingo prompt: blindfolded

ao3 | 1.5k | kidnapping, psychological torture, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, set vaguely during s12

Yaz has been thinking.

There’s not much else to do, really, wherever she is; the room she’s being kept in is windowless and featureless, and the only interesting parts of her day are when the visor she’s being forced to wear darkens, effectively blindfolding her. She’s not really sure what happens during those times, except that someone—presumably one of her captors—joins her, stays in silence, then, after an unidentified amount of time, leaves.

Though, to be honest, all her time here is unidentified. Yaz has no idea how she’s supposed to track the days; she’s pretty sure she’s not on Earth, so there’s no guarantee that days are days anyway. She tracks the passage of time through the periodic meals she receives, but as those are pretty much all the same, there’s no way to tell what equates to morning, noon, and evening.

She tried, at first, but it became too confusing too quickly. So, instead, she thinks.

First it was about ways of getting out of here. Yaz is nothing if not proactive and, while she trusts the Doctor to save her, she’s always liked figuring things out for herself. Especially when said things are Doctor-related, because it feels like she’s proving herself, or something. Like she’s showing the Doctor that she’s worth it, that she can handle all the running and fighting and general chaos that follows them wherever they go.

Like she is capable of staying by her side forever.

But Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door. There is none, apparently, and Yaz has to concede that their technology is beyond her.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time.

Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

It’s faint and distorted, but unmistakably the Doctor, and Yaz feels hope flash through her. If the Doctor is here, then maybe… Maybe she’s going to get out of here.

It’s not that it’s been bad here, per se, but Yaz hasn’t spoken to another person in so long that she’s starting to go a little out of her mind. Whatever thing has her, it’s not chatty; the only reason Yaz knows there’s actually someone else around somewhere is that she’s heard its heavy breathing whenever it comes into the room.

The Doctor’s voice gets louder and Yaz jumps to her feet, spinning in a circle to try and pinpoint where it’s coming from.

“Doctor!” she cries. “Doctor, it’s me, I’m here!”

The sounds pause for a moment, then suddenly resume at Yaz’s back. She turns and runs to the wall, pressing her ear against it to try and hear something—anything—but just like that, it’s gone.

For the first time since she’s been here, Yaz feels tears building in her eyes. She’s been so certain, for so long, that the Doctor is coming for her, and now she knows; the Doctor was here, feet away, and now she’s—

“Yaz?”

She’s behind her; she has to be. Yaz spins, grinning, arms out to drag the Doctor into a hug—but she’s not there. She frowns, but she doesn’t have time to process it before her name is called from another corner of the room, so clear that it feels like it’s right in the room with her.

But Yaz is alone, still, except for the voice that bounces from wall to wall, surrounding her and sending her dizzy from trying to follow it. She can’t see for tears as she realises—it’s all a trick. For what purpose, Yaz doesn’t know, but she doesn’t care to figure it out either.

The Doctor isn’t here. She never was.

And then, as if to torture her further, the visor darkens, and Yaz is blind.

*

She lives in darkness from then on. Unlike every other time, it doesn’t clear, not even when she’s brought meals, so Yaz just sits pressed into a corner, entirely alone.

And she thinks.

She knew, back when they started travelling with the Doctor, that there would be danger. That she’d probably fear for her life, maybe even get hurt along the way. They’d all accepted the risk, but Yaz—Yaz hadn’t even had to think about it. Maybe it’s because of her job, but the thought of danger hadn’t phased her for even a second; it had exhilarated her.

All her life, Yaz has wanted to do something. She’s always needed that adrenaline rush, that thrill, and she hadn’t found it sitting in her police car breaking up minor disputes. Then the Doctor appeared and handed it to her on a platter, and who was Yaz to turn that down? Travelling with the Doctor has been everything; there’s nowhere Yaz would rather be than with her.

But Ryan has been saying, lately, that he doesn’t know how much longer he can do this. He wants to leave, Yaz can tell, even if he hasn’t said it directly.

“Where does it end, Yaz?” he’d said to her once. “How many times have we almost died already? We can’t get lucky forever.”

“I trust the Doctor,” Yaz had replied. “She’s always kept us safe, and she always will.”

She doesn’t think Ryan believed her, but Yaz has never been more certain of anything in her life. Except… Except, now, she’s starting to wonder. Yaz doesn’t know how long ago she was taken, but she’s fairly certain it’s been too long. Hours, days, weeks spent holding onto the knowledge that the Doctor would come for her; most people probably would have given up by now, but the thought never even entered Yaz’s head.

The Doctor would come; it was never a question.

Except she hasn’t, and Yaz is alone in the dark, and she’s losing faith.

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Yaz loves the Doctor’s voice. She loves to listen to her talk, loves the way her eyes light up at anything new, loves the sheer emotion she pours into every single word.

Now, though, she’d give anything to get her to stop.

It’s been like this since the first time; Yaz will hear the Doctor’s voice calling for her, promising her that she’s coming, that she’ll be free soon, and it will be so clear that Yaz could swear she’s right in front of her. But she’ll reach out and feel nothing, and no-one, and disappointment will flood her all over again.

She should be used to it by now; she should expect it, even. But every time, there’s hope. And every time, it’s crushed.

So, the next time it starts, Yaz assumes it will be no different.

“Yaz,” the Doctor, or whatever’s mimicking her says. “Yaz, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here; we all are, just hang on.”

It’s the same as always. Yaz presses herself further into her corner and buries her head in her arms—not that it makes any difference. “No,” she whispers. “Stop it.”

“Yaz, it’s me!”

“Yaz!” Ryan—that’s a new one. Yaz doesn’t let it get to her though; this just means they’re getting more creative now. She doesn’t budge, not even at the slight shuffle off feet along the floor. Everything they’ve done to her has felt realistic, so why shouldn’t the same go for this now?

Something steps close to her, fabric rustling gently, and Yaz could swear she feels hot breath on the top of her head. She tenses to keep herself from moving; this means nothing.

Don’t hope don’t hope don’t hope.

“Oh,” she hears, then there’s a high pitched whirring in her ear—a sound so familiar she could cry, but she won’t, she refuses.

“Yaz, you can look now,” the Doctor says gently. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

The hands on her face tell Yaz she has no choice in the matter, and she puts up little resistance as her head is slowly raised. She doesn’t know what’s going on, and she has no time to work it out before she realises she can see, and—

“Oh my god,” Yaz sobs, all but collapsing into the Doctor’s arms. She grips the back of her coat tightly and presses her face into her chest, relishing in her warmth, in the heartbeats echoing rhythmically in Yaz’s ears. “You’re here, you’re actually here.”

The Doctor hugs her tightly, running her hands through Yaz’s hair. “I’m sorry I took so long.”

Yaz pulls back, though only slightly, only enough so she can look the Doctor full in the face. She brings her hands up to her face and strokes her thumbs over her cheekbones, taking her in like she hasn’t been able to do in so long. She’s vaguely aware of Graham and Ryan standing behind the Doctor, but she barely pays them any notice, too focused on the Doctor. “I thought—”

“I know,” the Doctor shushes, smiling sadly. “I know. I swear to you though, Yaz, I’ll always come back for you. I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

And Yaz believes her.

[qingxintea]

➼ chongyun || hiraeth

tw: mention of knives (no violence), kidnapping, explosion _______

you angled your camera to catch your face and upper body correctly and adjusted your blinds for the correct lighting. you put thin pieces of yellow and pink paper over your lamp to give off a sunset lighting sort of aesthetic in your minimalist room. your tiny cacao tree sat in the corner of your room, setting some sort of simple beach vibe.

then, you began to stream.

you watched as majority of your followers came to view as you sat in your rolly gaming chair. the greetings came rushing in and you noticed two of your friends had came along too, xingqiu and chongyun.

"hey gang, it's kingexplosionmurder here with your weekly sunday stream," you smiled and watched as comments came in asking you to notice them. beginning to select randomly, you flicked a short strand of hair behind your ear. "you have been noticed, yourlocalsugardaddy," you blessed them. and you swore you chose randomly.

on the other side of the screen, chongyun's face slightly flushed before eating his popsicle again. yes, that was his username, selected by xingqiu after the guhua heir was somehow able to trick him into selecting so. the situation must've been that he accidentally consumed some jueyun chili's, that was also xingqiu's doing.

he watched you smile as you explained your schedule for this stream, when he noticed you suddenly began laughing. it sounded genuine, he wanted to believe it was genuine, but there was a trace of disappointment in it. he observed your face, noticing you were looking at the chat box. "i agree too, scarymoose."

scarymoose: this streamer's kinda dog shit ngl 😐

by instinct, his fingers grazed over the keyboard as he analyzed the tone. this kid wasn't joking around with himself, he was really out to bring you down. he exhaled, shaking his head, wondering how you would deal in the situation.

yourlocalsugardaddy: miss karen this isn't yelp 🙄

he wasn't content with that yet, things could've gone onto more serious matters, but he knew you liked to keep your chat clean and peaceful. you went to the farther extents to keep that from happening, agreeing with rude comments yourself as a said joke, but actually have it sometimes harming you.

so chongyun tried his best to keep you happy.

redrumreaper: yo moose chill 😳

he recognized his friend xingqiu also trying to calm the situation as you just laughed it off and attempted to continue, sooner enough just beginning to ignore all his comments. some other viewers came up to your defense but in all honesty, you wanted to move on.

"s-so, i found some silk flowers outside of wangshuu inn yesterday, aren't they pretty?" you took a tiny bouquet of the said silk flowers and presented it to your viewers, holding it next to your cheek. the pink tone of the flowers matched the color of your cheeks and made for a nice picture. chongyun would've screenshotted it, but he respected your privacy.

yourlocaldumba$$: yes they're so pretty we love you 😍

13lue13erry: yes ong ong 💕 thiccer than my granny

Straw13erry: don't bring madame ping into this 💀💀

colino: are you sure it's alright to take from someone's legally owned property ?? much less from their garden

Straw13erry: u mean ur neighbors don't harvest ur flowers every day? 🙄 privilege spoke 🤚

yourlocalsugardaddy: vv pretty 😳

redrumreaper: simp 💀

you slightly choked over on your side and xingqiu calling chongyun a simp, for you. quickly clearing your throat, you regained your composure. your viewers could see that your cheeks had been dusted with a darker shade now.

13lue13erry: 👀

Straw13erry: 👀

yourlocaldumba$$: 👀

redrumreaper: 👀

sireluck: 💀

bazinga: 👀

dandelionn: 👀

poetichoe: 👀

"okay- anyways," you pushed that aside, watching the chain of 👀's coming in. you weren't too sure at what they were referring to, but just assumed that they were interested in xingqiu exposing chongyun. but, there was no way chongyun really felt like that, right? it was just a friendly compliment from what you believed. "just a tiny flex but y'all guys, i am so cracked at apex, not gonna lie. for all the new followers out there," you randomly commented. 'and to change the subject.'

"actually, you know what? fuck the schedule, let's go to trolling little eight year old kids posting selfies on instagram. due to certain reasons i'm just not gonna be blurring their usernames out, but please don't spam these people, i don't wanna be cancelled 💗" you sweetly smiled as you pulled up instagram and started streaming on your phone.

of course your sus notifications ruined it 🤡🤡

because xingqiu took advantage of the situation, sending messages to your discord. nothing mentioning your romantic life because he knew better than that, but just trolling. 'HEY GANG. ITS ME, TONY, AND TODAY WE'RE GONNA SEE IF IM FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'TURNS OUT, I AM NOT FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'AN UPDATE, IT HURTS. ALRIGHT. BYE GUYS.' you tried hard to contain your laughter, but certain giggles came out in the end, giggles that made chongyun's heart flutter.

xingqiu just kept spamming without a stop, to the point that you accidentally clicked into the notification instead of someone's username on a selfie post. so now everyone could see your group chat with xingqiu, chongyun, and a few other viewers that were actually your other friends.

13lue13erry: oh no 🤡

Straw13erry: 🗿

yourlocaldumba$$: HAHAHAHA WE'RE EXPOSED 🤡👌

just water support boy 😔: image.png

oh my god he's sending chongyun catboy edits. you made this concerning noise, glad no one really seemed to know who chongyun really was on twitch. you went back to instagram, beginning to dm a random kid, ignoring the situation that had just happened.

chongyun choked, slight heat running to his cheeks. what the fuck was xingqiu doing- how did he even get those pictures? maybe it was that one time xingqiu forced him to go to a furry con, but how did he ever get the time to photograph these? he nervously fidgeted and played with his fingers.

13lue13erry: 🤡

Straw13erry: 🤡

yourlocaldumba$$: 🤡

redrumreaper: 🤡

<— oraoraoraor

kingexplosionmurder: chav check

oraoraoraor: what

kingexplosionmurder: chav: check 😹😹

oraoraoraor: bruh

oraoraoraor: who tf are you

kingexplosionmurder: hope you like baddies cause i'm bad at everything 💗

oraoraoraor: bruh ok i'm blocking

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: 😐

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: wtf

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: wait wait UR that one twitch streamer?

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: ig ur fans gonna be so disappointed in you

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: hahaha wtf i'm gonna post this and tag you

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

afterwards you sent a barrage of really cursed images and left the person on read when they tried to complain and get a reaction out of you. you chuckled, extremely satisfied with yourself. this is what your viewers followed you for. you went on hunting for another user, "GO Y/N GO" filling up your chat.

you were just about to dm this other kid until you heard a ring from your doorbell. "oh what the fuck, i didn't invite anyone. but you know what, i'll pull something up to entertain y'all guys while i'm afk." searching on youtube, you typed in 'banana fish ep. 1' and clicked on the longest video you saw. then you got up from your chair, making your way to the front door.

you didn't mute yourself before because you thought there was really no need to, and you underestimated your mic sensitivity. god did you wish that you could go back and time and do just that.

twisting the doorknob, you opened your door and was met with... a certain, someone.

someone that you recognized and has caused you so much pain, and it was all so fun and games before they had to come along. "bruh. aight what you here for fam?" you played it super chill, though you were really sick and tired of this person's shit.

"(y/n). we need to talk," her stern voice made you flinch as you just stared straight into her eyes. you simply nodded your head and crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto your right leg. "we're thinking of taking you back home."

your froze, your breath hitching as you just stood there, waiting for her to go on. clenching your fists and looking down, you stayed silent for a little moment and questioned, "...why?"

"well, you have a stable income source, right?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. "you can finally be of use to us," she clasped her hands together, a bright smile on her face. your finger twitched, awaiting an explanation. "you're a streamer, yeah? so you can be a useful asset to our family name."

"...you only want me to come back so i can make you all seem... good?"

and here you thought, just for a second, that you would be accepted back into the place where you really belonged. your shoulders slumped, as small tears began to well up in your eyes. "and for our profitable gain of course, it would be a shame to not acquire that from you."

you composed yourself and looked up. "im afraid my profit can only cover for one person, and it would be myself that i focus to make a suitable and independent living out of. you've kicked me out ever since i've graduated from college and had me fend for myself, now inviting me back once i have a stable job?" you breathed, fiddling with the sleeves of your black hoodie.

"oh, not inviting, dear. taking."

confused by her words, you let your guard down as she suddenly pushed a warm cloth over your mouth as you let out a constrained scream. you tried to break free of her grasp, reaching for the switchblade in your pocket, but the drowsing chemicals from the cloth took control of you and you felt disoriented. "you... bitch..."

your head hit the floor.

》●✿ time ● skip ✿●

silence.

thats all you heard when you awoke.

pure, unfiltered silence that overwhelmed you as you were completely lost. what was happening?

you tried turning to the other side of your childhood bed, the moon casting light shadows into your 'room'. there was a rope around your wrists you noticed, so you brought them up to your lips and starting gnawing on them until it broke apart. (guys we feral its not a furry instinct ok?/ ??  ?)

the material had irritated your skin, but you put that aside for now. escape- thats what you really needed to do. it was fairly dark, but you didn't have a good estimate of time. the analog clock was broken and set to a different time that displayed 11AM. you sat up, your fingers running along the frame of the window next to you.

for a moment, you stopped, thoughts rushing into your head. what if you could start a whole other life here where things could finally be peaceful, what if you didn't have to feel so isolated anymore, what if you could- ...

no. (y/n), get yourself together. what has happened will anyways stay there, and there is no healing scars. ...still, you couldn't shake off the feeling of missing this home so much when you had an amazing childhood, though full of fake actors who had manipulated you.

opening all the cabinets silently, you grabbed things that you assumed would come to your aid. a tiny backpack, which you then stuffed with other things around it. a first aid kit, a spare knife just in case, along with a clean oversized sweater and a couple dollar bills. all that, along with a compass.

you turned towards your window, stepping on your bed.

pushing open the sides of your window, your stepped on, the brown coldness of the frame coming in contact with your feet. you shivered just a little bit before stopping to think. what would you do once you were out of here? you barely knew your way here. and not to mention, your devices were still left at your other house, so there was no way of contact.

...

did your stream ever end? even if it did, had you muted yourself before leaving? no, you didn't, and you could remember in precise detail. someone out there, anyone, would be willing to help, right? you couldn't possibly be here forever, not when you're basically blown up all over your socials?

your friends, yes, your friends! xingqiu and chongyun were watching the stream and had made obvious interaction in doing so, and they'd be willing to protect you. if they just had a lead...

but... what lead was there? all they heard was the woman's voice and, that was probably it, wasn't it? only a voice with no other clear features that could identify her. it looked like you were doing this on your own.

you came in contact with the blades of grass tickling your feet and conveniently found a pair of sneakers outside. it definitely wasn't yours, and it smelled like the scent of your old room. most likely, it belonged to someone from inside your house, lavender and mint, but who inside there was in the age range to wear modern day sneakers..?

brushing that question aside, you unhesitatingly laced them on and they were just a bit too big, but you could manage.

you breathed, inhaling the freedom intertwined air, a much needed factor of bringing you back to your lost sense of happiness. then, the fear struck you once again, because you needed to improvise now. you needed to run, but which direction? you barely knew this place at all.

you dug around your pocket for the compass you had and it was pointing east. you remember that stepping out of your house was facing west, so you were going the right way... but who knows how messy the path was? it couldn't have been an exact pathway, but going directly ahead was your simplest option.

you heard a pair of footsteps coming from inside the house, probably a few seconds away to opening the door. you sucked in your breath and ran, ran as far as your legs could take you. your intimidating speed and played into your advantage, and taking one last look, you saw the lights on, before continuing.

a few minutes into it, you felt some elemental energy. it was a sense you learned to develop since you were young, giving you the upper hand in a variety of situations. you followed the trail of glowing lines, the air starting to get colder and colder. you shuddered, the crisp coldness nipping at your skin.

you sat below a tree, taking your backpack off your shoulder and took out the oversized sweater. you put it on over your black tee and light blue skinny jeans, its nostalgic aroma filling your sense of smell.

it was... warm.

it shouldn't be warm.

the warmth proved as a sign that someone had worn it before, but this size was from what you knew, too small to fit the woman you came across again, and you absolutely did not recall any other beings within the house. it was a small household.

suddenly, you remembered what she said.

we're thinking of taking you back home. you can finally be of use to us.

plural. you should've noticed it before and you shook your head, slightly disappointed in yourself. you didn't remember any other birth siblings. could it be the fact that during the time, they had, in a way, replaced you?

you sat up, then suddenly went drowsy. your eyelids were getting heavy as your back hit the same tree. ah, that clever bitch. you chuckled to yourself, but still unsatisfied how this was gonna end. reaching inside your pocket, you grabbed a bomb that a little kid gave you, and threw it as far as you could. it wasn't as far as you hoped, but it was exceptionally far considered your sleepy state.

in a few couple seconds or so, it was going to explode. you did that to divert the attention of her and slowly ran as far as you could. a few seconds in, you gave in, hoping that your efforts were enough. 》●✿ perspective ● shift ✿●

chongyun heard an explosion.

he raised his head in the direction smoke was coming from, and made a run for it, then stopping to think. no, you're smarter than this. he gathered his shit together and remembered that one day klee gave you a bomb. he deducted that you had used it as a diversion, and began to search around the area.

and finally, he came across your sleeping body. to ensure your living state, he crouched down and let two fingers travel across your neck, searching for a pulse, and was relieved when he found one, pulsing at a normal rate.

he then carried you on his back, picking up the pace since he deducted someone was out for you, would you need a distraction. he remembered some details of the woman, she had ended your stream with your sleeping form in her hands, a dirty smirk coming across her lips. she had dark hair with some natural highlights, but that was all he saw because the rest was concealed by a cloak.

a few minutes, maybe half an hour later, you began to stir. chongyun decided that he ventured far enough to liyue and slowed down for your comfort. he wanted you to get some well deserved rest. but slowly, you woke up, but only the tiniest movement was made. your eyes were still droopy and you wanted to return to sleep.

but the sight of pastel blue hair kept you from doing so.

you felt the familiar silk coming in contact with your arms as he kept on trudging forward at a more consistent and smooth pace. "..chongyun?" you muttered out weakly, earning a small smile from the male. he hummed in response, continuing forward.

your mind was cloudy, unable to interpret the language of the world. but softly, words effortlessly escaped your lips, "... did i do the right... thing?" blinking multiple times, you awaited his answer.

"yes, yes you did," his soft voice reached your ears, making you smile a bit. you nuzzled deeper into his shoulder, clinging onto him tighter, unwilling to let go.

"thank you," you whispered.

he chuckled a bit before responding, "anything for you."

_____

bro ending is a little off because i'm wrote this at 2:53AM and so my brain has went ⬇️⬇️ also i'm just hungry

copy and pasted from my wattpad,, @ppeachtea_

[cinnamonest]

Henlo as i was scrolling through your blog, i read your cute lore with your dad and mum. I'd like to share mine as well cause it made me think a bit.

TW: Protective, probably stalking, infantilisation, slight misogyny, am i doing this right?

Okay so first off, i think my dad has some mild(?) Yan tendencies. It all started when he was courting my mom while they worked in a fast food chain together. My dad had looks and my mom was considered a muse in her college days.

It began like any other and they finished their studies. Mom got a job as a nurse in a nice hospital and surprise surprise, dad found a job in LITERALLY the next building. Dad wasn't mom's type but dad knew where mom lived and he would visit her, talk to her mom, while Mom hides behind a cabinet cause she's avoiding her.

Fast forward to years later, mom got a job abroad and got away from dad for some years. She worked hard there, got lonely for a while, went home and there he was, mah dad. She married him cause he pursued her for 7 years. It's a decent relationship then there came me~

My dad.... yeah my dad is incredibly protective of me. I was a daddy's girl, i admit and i guess that is what fuelled his protectiveness even more. As i grew up, he wouldn't let me go out on my own, insist i bring mom or him. As a kid, i wasn't allowed to hang out with guys and would often be scolded by it. Whenever i say i have a crush, my dad would explain why guys should not be trusted and why i shouldn't go out cause there's a lot of crackheads in the world that probably wanna harm me.

He would say that I'm an airhead incapable of defending myself and guys are really strong and can easily overpower me. Ofc, as a kid, i believed everything, stayed inside, and became afraid of the world outside almost to the point where i would turn down friends if guys were involved.

I read your Protective yandere fics and were like "Wait, aren't those normal??? What????". Dad means the world to me and ngl I'm still treated as a daddy's girl even at 18 and i'm desensitized to it, even enjoys the attention cause i consider myself luckier than those ignored by their dads, and i grew up thinking that's normal. He takes care of le fam all nice and wonderful but still, he got them mild yan protective tendencies.

In conclusion: Real life darlings exist and I'm one of them. Yep.... I'm a stay at home darling that is incredibly soft-spoken, girly, a bit ditzy, and loves baking and little pretty trinkets that's afraid of the world outside. Yanderes in your world would LOVE to kidnap me and ngl I'm lowkey scared now (; v ;)

bruh yall have the wildest character backstories I feel like I’m unlocking my followers friendship levels in a video game or smth I love this

[dodo-begone]

New anon, I feel called out ASDFGHJKL—

A guy in my class confessed to me and I just blinked in confusion, thanked him, and walked away cause I thought he meant it as a friend HAHAHAHAH it took people who saw the whole thing going down explaining it to me THREE TIMES for me to realize it wasn’t a platonic confession. ^^;

Growing up with a parent that has NPD, I don’t have a lot of self confidence and though I have trust issues, I cling onto those who show me affection very easily. I’m also quick to apologize for something, even if I have nothing to do with it, and forgive people even quicker. I hate it, but someone could physically or mentality hurt me and/or my family, and I’d probably forgive them in a matter of hours (days or maybe weeks if it was bad enough) out of habit. I can never make decisions for myself (I was able to redesign, paint, and furnish my room and I told my mom to pick what to do with it for me because I honestly didn’t [and still don’t] care how it turns out. Just like, pick what you want and I’ll roll with it. I stg I thought my mom was gonna strangle me if I didn’t make a decision HAHAHAH—) and I’ll take anything dealt in my direction, positive or negative, without any resistance so long as my friends or family aren’t facing the negative as well. (But even then, I’ll forgive eventually).

It’s ironic because I don’t let my friends take any shit and always tell them to stand up for themselves—or I’ll do it for them—and then I’m quiet as a mouse with any major or minor inconvenience that comes my way. I don’t even think there’s anyone I hate, and I’ve dealt with shit from people. I just, idk, take it, forgive them, and move on I guess. Someone could stab me and I’d apologize for being in the way and offer to clean the knife and hide my own body before I die OOPS—

I put others, even those that are openly rude or cruel to me before myself and it’s just ksksksksk. Honestly, just give me physical touch and generally tell me that I’m a decent human being and I’ll do anything for you LOL.

My friends are already worried about how easily I let things slide and how little I care about my own well being, so having a yandere that’s worried enough to take me away wouldn’t even be surprising WHOOPS

Dream SMP yanderes would have a field day omg—

(Similarly to Loyal, I only know the DSMP OOOOP)

Yandere: so I may have killed your family and now you’re staying with me for the rest of your life

Me: Take me wherever, idc. No need to knock me out or anything, I’ve got legs and I know how to walk. Just lead the way.

Me: also, fuck you, my family was pretty pog >:( *still willingly goes*

We all getting called out by the new anon aren’t we? Pog-

Okay that guy confessing to you??? I’ve done that quite a bit. I guess?? Idk I just see them all as jokes bc they come from ppl in my classes.

Yo I, I know this won’t do anything, but I’m so sorry for that crap you had to deal with. But I can feel you on the indecisive stuff. I have such a hard time choosing and if there is even slight pushback I’m like “I can’t. Take the reigns since you’re apparently better” but that’s,,, only to my fam tbh.

(Yo it’s k. Idk much about Hermitcraft. I’m slowly learning though so don’t feel bad. That shit been going on for ages)

Haha I hope a yandere doesn’t kidnap us. Would be such a tragedy

[flashfuture]

The flash fam are some of the weirdest timeline family relationships, like you have Bart and Wally which I will die on the hill that they have a sibling dynamic and don’t actually “hate each other,” like Wally, Jesse, and Bart are BIG oldest, middle, youngest siblings energy, like I don’t know if don and dawn have any characterized dynamic but I do think he has a slight rivalry but mostly I do imagine him and linda pre testing their own parenting skills with Don and Dawn as babies.

Sorry this is all over the place

The Flashfam is all over the place.

So Iris ‘dies’ right. But she’s actually kidnapped and taken to the future where she’s apparently originally from but she was sent back to the past

Then few years later Barry killed Zoom. Then realizes Iris is alive in the future joins her for a couple months gets sucked back into time and dies in crisis

Because right then the tornado twins Dawn and Don are born in the late 30th century. Which means Iris named them that all in her own (we can retroactively say they were named for the two Doves)

Dawn married a man named Jeven Ognats and they had a daughter named Jenni hey there XS. And Dawn was the headstrong headlong girl according to Iris. Don was much more reserved and shy a little more like Barry. Don married Meloni Thawne the daughter of the Uber evil president lol. They had Bart right before the Dominator invasion. Dawn and Don died in that invasion

Jeven and Jenni escaped and Jenni would later join the Legionnaires but she does travel back in time to chill with Bart and she does meet Barry once and he immediately loves her cause that’s his granddaughter you know.

Bart is kidnapped by the government as a baby and Iris breaks in and kidnaps him back to the past

So Wally has to help cure Bart cause hyper aging. They don’t hate each other the actual problem is that Wally and Bart are waaaay too similar lol. So they but heads a lot but they’re family.

Also I love Jesse Quick and I’d die for her thank you that’s been a psa

Also also Jai and Irey were like immaculate conception lol. Like in seconds Linda went from not pregnant to in labor lol. Big surprise.

But also also also lol Wally had this conception that Barry would have loved Don and Dawn more cause they were his blood. The twins thought Wally was the favorite son and were jealous of the time their bro got with Barry. It was a silly bout of jealousy because obviously unlike some DC parents Bruce Barry wouldn’t play favorites. He loves all his kids and grandkids equally.

But DC are cowards for not giving Barry and Iris the chance to raise the Tornado Twins together. With Wally as their much older brother. And Bart being there just awkwardly babysitting his dad and aunt lol.

[emmies-archives]

Full Fics:

Class 1A:

1. Shoto Todoroki:

Sweaters: Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Mineta steals your clothes at the forest training camp, Todoroki comes to the rescue.

Burning Out: Warnings: Death, mentions of depression

Summary: You look back on your past with Shoto, and the future that he built for you. 

Arrangements: Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping

Summary: Shoto finds out what Endeavor has been plotting against him.

My Only: Warnings: Swearing, Endeavor being a dick

Summary: Endeavor holds a charity ball. Shoto invites you as his date as your relationship has grown stronger. Endeavor tries to break the two of you up a few times, Shoto stands up for you twice, you stand up for Shoto once when Endeavor works behind his back.

First Kisses Series: Warnings: Swearing

Summary: In a game of truth or dare, Hagakure dares you to go into a closet with a boy of her choice for ten minutes. She picks Shoto, which leads to a confession and kisses.

Under the Roses: Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Class 1a celebrates Valentines day for the whole weekend. The girls had an idea to hang roses up like mistletoe. You spend the whole weekend watching Todoroki under the roses with every other girl except you, but you didn’t realize he meant for you to be there instead.

2. Eijirou Kirishima:

 Control: Warnings: None

Summary: You and Kirishima come to a very stupid misunderstanding

Dismissed: Warnings: None

Summary: You get hit with a quirk from a villain, Kirishima starts acting differently towards you. You’re convinced he’s going to reject you, he proves you wrong.

Sleepyhead: Warnings: None

Summary:  You wake up in the common area to your classmates teasing you about Kirishima, who happens to be asleep on top of you.

Misadventures of Secret Santa: Warnings: None

Summary: You get Kirishima in class 1a’s secret Santa. But at the party you mix up the two gifts you got for him, giving him the gag gift instead of the one you planned for the party, which happens to be an inside joke between the two of you. 

Always There: Warnings: Y/N becomes very sad at a few points, and thinks down on herself a lot, missed birthday.

Summary: You’re in Class 2A and the second years are in charge of planning the winter ball. This year, it happens to fall on your birthday. Almost everyone forgets that it does, which makes you incredibly upset. Kirishima finds you alone in the common room in the dorms during the ball and cheers you up.   

Roadtrip Series: Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

Summary:  You and Kirishima go on a spur of the moment road trip. Almost everything goes wrong and you end up losing the address for the hotel planned for the night. You end up having to stay in a tiny motel with just a twin bed with a really creepy motel owner.

First Kisses Series: Warnings: Kiri gets mad at one point, swearing, annoying girls

Summary: You and Kirishima are shopping with the bakusquad when you wander off together in search of coffee. A group of Red Riot fans come up and start insulting you, Kirishima defends you. Ends up in going on a date.

3. Katsuki Bakugo:

A Place to Call Home: Warnings: Disapproving Parents, cursing

Summary: You realize the dream your parents tried to force onto you isn't what you want. They kick you out so you go to Bakugo and your friends for help.

Tease Part 1: The Girl with The Skull Panties: Warnings: Slight Adult Themes, cursing

Summary: Your laundry gets mixed up with Bakugo’s and you find yourself with one of his skull tees. During a fire alarm evacuation of 1A’s dorm, he finds out and decided to tease you.

Tease Part 2: A Little Brat: Warnings:  smut, fingering, handjob, teasing, public, dom!Katsuki, cursing.

Summary: Part 2 of The Girl with the Skull Panties. You decide to get Bakugo back for the night of the fire alarm. You tease him with his rivals, it really pisses him off. He shows you just how annoying you’ve been.

Hangover Series: Warnings: Heavy drinking, very slight nsfw themes, cursing

Summary: A dinner out with friends from class 1a turns into a drinking night. After playing a drinking game on how many times Bakugo would insult or threaten Midoriya you get very drunk. So does Bakugo, so you stay to help him get home. He ends up staying at your apartment for the night. 

Roadtrip Series: Warnings: Swearing, mentions of nudity

Summary:  Bakugo planned a road trip for the two of you. Everything goes according to plan except for a flat tire, which leads to the car running out of gas. Both of you accidentally send away the only chance of filling up the car for the night.

First Kisses Series: Warnings: Swearing, Denki being dumb

Summary: Kaminari and Mina plan to get you to finally make a move on Bakugo. You should’ve known though that they didn’t think it all the way through. It works out in the end though, with you staying the night in Bakugo’s room.

4. Denki Kaminari

Heart Cookies: Warnings: None

Summary: You teach Kaminari how to bake cookies for Valentine’s day, he ends up surprising you with them.

Heros and Others:

Shinso Hitoshi:

The Quiet Help: Warnings: Mentions of death

Summary: Your new apartment comes with a free roommate, who happens to be a ghost, and really good looking.

Headcanons and Thirsts:

Headcanons:

Morning Oral: |Bakugo, Todoroki| Wake up to their Fem!S/O giving them head. 

Warnings: oral(male receiving, mentions of fem receiving), nsfw, smut, 

Only One Bed: |Bakugo and Kirishima| sharing a bed with Fem!reader

Thirsts:

Request: |Shoto|  “Could you do Shoto giving fem y/n oral while they’re on a family dinner with his parents? ‟

Warnings: Nsfw, fem reader, oral(fem receiving), hair pulling, praise kink, very slight degradation, shoto’s fam in the other room

[bigskydreaming]

The Ric Grayson AND Talon storylines both end at the same time, and in the same way:

Great Grandpa Creeper Cobb successfully manipulates Ric into position to be brainwashed and become the Talon that Willie the Weenie has always wanted him to be.....this happens for like, two issues.

Then Grandpa Get Ye To A Graveyard Already fucks up....he accidentally brings Talon Ric within sighting distance of the Court’s latest crop of prospective Talon recruits, including a wee baby ten year old orphan being trained to be a future Talon.

And the essential corn kernel of Dick Grayson’s essence, deep down in his psyche, just fucking POPS like its Orville Redenbacher and someone just nuked it in the microwave.

And the real Dick Grayson comes SHRIEKING to the forefront of Talon!Ric’s brain, nothing subtle about it, and the next thing his Rancid Relative knows, he’s being fucking impaled by his great grandson’s blades as said great grandson, who is SUPPOSED to be docilely brainwashed, wtf, is already halfway across the room, diving into the mass of other Talons like they’re a collection of bowling pins and he’s a wrecking ball straight out of a Miley Cyrus music video, but instead of the caterwauling lyrics “I never hit so haaaaaaaard in love,” Dick’s accompanied by a soundtrack of him screaming:

“I WILL PROTECT YOU SMOL CHILD!!!”

As said smol child is just standing there, staring, like....dude, wut?

And then Dick finishes absolutely DESTROYING everything undead and nefarious in sight like he’s the Tasmanian Devil on meth, and he turns to said smol child and begins the process of Smothering, as his hands flutter all up and down checking for injuries but not touching, like: 

“Did they hurt you are you alright you’re safe now cough once for I’m all good or punch me in the no-no’s if I’m making you feel unsafe, I will make sure you are totally safe from here on out, you are my baby now, I have decided, but like, only if you want to be.”

And smol child is decidedly overwhelmed but Man-Who-Speaks-Like-He-Has-Pixie-Sticks-In-Place-Of-Blood-Vessels seems harmless, if weird, and is definitely preferable to the weird Bird Men who kidnapped him off the streets and tried to teach him how to kill people and make death threats out of nursery rhymes. And he doesn’t have a lot of experience in OTHER subterranean lairs to compare this one too, but he’s decidedly not a fan, so when Dick asks if he would like him to take him to see Batman and Batgirl and Robin and other superheroes who can also reassure him there will be no more homework on How To Torture People Good, he’s like....”yeah I guess. If you want.”

And so Dick scoops him up with glee and takes off through the tunnels, yelling back over his shoulder: “Bye Greatly-Gross-Grandpa, hate you lots, don’t call, don’t write, you’re officially off my Christmas card list, hasta la neeeeeeeeeever.”

Thereupon swiftly grappling across the Bludhaven rooftops, yelling PARKOUR! just because he can and its fun, and its weirdly relaxing for his wee passenger, because look, this dude may be weird as fuck, but he’s clearly got the moves to protect him from the Undead Legions of Ornithologists and he seems too....fun to be evil, like not in the Joker kinda way like he’s seen on TV in previous foster homes where its like, jeez dude, try hard much, but more like an adult who just quit a soul-crushing cubicle-dwelling corporate-craphole job and has suddenly been reminded that the sky is blue, flowers smell good, and there IS a Santa Claus, Virginia.

Thus by the time they arrive at Wayne Manor, with no attempt made to hide where they’re going from his wee passenger’s eyes - Dick has already decided he’s keeping the kid, pending said kid’s approval but look, kids like him and he’s determined to bring his A game to the pitch meeting, so he likes his chances - said wee passenger disembarks in the Batcave but stays close by, clinging to Dick’s side in an ever so slight way that allows for plausible deniability later, once he gets his bearings and also his bravado back.

“Dick?!” Comes the chorus of voices from the rest of the family, who are all there already, by great coincidence and in great defiance of the crapfests in their own individual titles, but also who the fuck cares. And Dick puffs out his chest, cuz he’s putting on a good show for his new kiddo, first impressions are important...

“Tis I, fam! The one true Dick Grayson has returned! Huzzah!”

Look, being completely oblivious to his Greatest Dork Energy coinciding with his Times He Most Attempts To Be Impressive, is like, Peak Dick Grayson characterization, you can trust me, I’m a doctor. 

And Tim’s like, “Why are you dressed like a Talon?”

And Dick’s like, “Isn’t the better question why AREN’T you dressed like a Talon?”

Which makes no sense but shhh, I’m running out of steam here, don’t question the atmosphere, just let it be.

And Bruce is like, “Who’s your friend?”

With like...designs and agendas already in mind, because said wee Talon-to-be is cute and adorable and bravely trying to act like he is not at all intimidated by his surroundings and is in total control of what’s going on like, he meant to be here, this is all according to plan, yes, excellent, everything is progressing nicely....

Which as everyone knows, are the three key essential traits Bruce looks for in prospective adoptees....

So Dick snarls and later blames it on residual Talon-ness, they’re very territorial bird...assassin....people....anyway, the adrenaline is still high and also he has swiftly become attached because whether kiddo knows it or not, Dick 100% credits him with the brainwash-breaking and thus when factored in with the cuteness quotient, what we have here is an instant recipe for Protectiveness slash Possessiveness that would be creepy and inappropriate if this wasn’t pure crack. 

But crack it is, and thus Dick curls a protective arm around the kiddo like the lap-bar on a particularly turbulent roller coaster and applies G-Force sufficient to keep even Superman from prying him out of his hands - but in a gentle, non- ’crushing kinda way that might hurt the kiddo,’ even though physics doesn’t work like that, except look, these are CRACK PHYSICS, they can and they do work like that. 

And he’s all, “I already adopted him, so back off, Bruce, I’ll cut you. But also hi dad, I missed you. In spirit I mean, like I had amnesia and then I was brainwashed so technically its probably a reach to say I missed anyone but just roll with it. Also I can haz hugs now, please?”

And then Damian apparates in front of Dick amid a cloud of Disapproval that’s really just a cover for OMG-I-Was-Without-You-And-It-Was-Terrible-And-I’m-So-Glad-You’re-Back-But-Also-Who-Is-This-Interloper-And-Why-Is-He-Stealing-My-Hug.

“Tt. Grayson. Your absence was...less than desirable. See to it that this doesn’t happen again. Also what is that and why is it here.”

“Aww, Dami, I’m sorry. I promise to install a “please have the nearest available psychic reboot my brain in case of future brain damage slash amnesia” clause in my living will, and soon as I get a free second, I’ll break the fourth wall and blackmail the DC editorial staff into declaring me off-limits for all death, brainwashing and/or kidnapping plots for at least the next four major crossover events. I have naughty pictures. They’ll cave.”

“Hmph,” Dami says. He resumes staring pointedly at the kiddo, who juts his chin defiantly and stares back while clinging more tightly to Dick, because he may have very little clue what’s going on, but he’s a quick one and has at least picked up on the fact that Dick wants him and this other kid wants Dick. Which combined with the rescuing and the kicking of bad guy ass means Dick is probably Quality and In Demand and Of Value, and thus he might as well stake a claim now and worry about whether or not to act on that or skedaddle later, once he’s got more intel. He’s a natural Bat, this one, but then, that’s probably why he was in Toddler Talon Boot Camp, he scored high on whatever weird aptitude tests they used to scope out talent, and by talent we mean murder-skills.

“Dami,” Dick admonishes then, “This isn’t an it, he’s a person, and he was recently traumatized so promise me you’ll be on your best behavior or at least your ‘engaging in shenanigans with Jon’ behavior. And he’s not competition, you’re my Dames and my little bro, and he’s potentially your nephew, which is a whole separate category and no threat to you and your baby bro status at all, so retract the claws. If anything, the real danger is Pops adopting him and thus supplanting you as the official Baby Bird of our generation, so make like an ally and help me get that dangerous “I’m gonna adopt this kid so hard” gleam out of Bruce’s eye before it gets any gleamier. We’re still only halfway through my tearful reunion and having to cut Dad before we even get to cake would be a major mood-killer, but I’ll do it, I swear. Also, get your Baby Bird behind over here and hug me already, I have two arms.”

Damian rolled his eyes but obediently disappeared and reappeared nestled against Dick’s other side in the blink of an eye. The proper application of ninja skills has always been the pursuance of hugs and cuddles. Thus sayeth the crack.

“Hey, I do get cake, right?” Dick asked suddenly, looking around dangerously. “I was amnesiac and also brainwashed, I deserve cake, TELL me there’s gonna be cake.”

“Well that answers whether or not we should be worried about this being an attempted infiltration or not,” Jason says, strolling over casually. “No impostor or brainwashing script-writer could ever duplicate the Essence de Dick so perfectly. Hey squirt. Welcome to the madhouse. I’m Jason, what’s your name?”

“Oh right,” Dick realized, cocking his head. “Hey, what is your name?”

“Really, Dick?” Tim sighed, fondly exasperated. “I realize you like to jump from A straight to Z whenever possible, but steps B through Y aren’t usually just mere suggestions.”

“It hadn’t come up yet,” Dick defended himself.

“Yes, why would it have,” Duke mused from where he was leaning over and snapping his fingers in front of Bruce’s eyes, in a futile attempt at tearing his gaze away from the viable adoption candidate within 20 meters from him. It was probably best that they get this adoption thing inked out and signed off on as soon as possible - it was the only thing that was definitively going to get that “Argh, I’ve spotted treasure ahoy” look out of Bruce’s eyes. And Alfred had been very clear :Bruce was forbidden to adopt any more kids himself until he got a better handle on juggling the six he already had. Which. The past year had...probably not met Alfred’s standards on, so it didn’t seem likely he’d be waiving that requirement any time soon. 

(And nobody wanted to get in between the Unstoppable Force that was Bruce’s ‘must adopt all the orphans’ and the Immovable Object that was Alfred’s ‘must maintain at least a reasonable fascimile of order in this household, even if it is a total sham, appearances matter.’)

“Hey!” Dick protested. “I’ve been busy, okay? There was fighting and then there was parkouring and now we’re reunifying, and it wasn’t like I was just calling him ‘that kid’ in my head, I was calling him ‘my kiddo’ which is a perfectly reasonable identifier and thus more specific detail just....hadn’t been relevant yet!”

“So uh, bee tee dubs, what is your name, buddy?” Dick asked, looking down. His kiddo looked back up at him for a long, measuring moment, and then he shrugged.

“I’ll tell you in exchange for some cake. You said something about there being cake, but I don’t see any.”

Dick got misty-eyed at that. ���See? He already prioritizes like me. This was destiny! Also, you heard my kiddo, do we not deserve cake? It has been a very long day, there was murder and mayhem and more. Also, my creeper great grandpa was there being icksome, and you know how much that weirds me out.”

“Come along, Master Dick,” Alfred said then, appearing out of nowhere thanks to his Bat-Butler Magic. “And your young charge as well. I already have your favorite baking in the oven and it should be done shortly. Lemon meringue with raspberry layers.”

“That’s disgusting and I will not participate in any ceremony that treats that as part of a celebration instead of just a weird kind of laxative,” Jason said loftily, though it escaped no one’s notice that he was the first to the stairs.

“Shut your facehole, its delicious and amazing and you will like it or I will kick your ass,” Dick said, equally loftily.

“Boys,” Bruce said with a long-suffering sigh, as the threat of brotherly bloodshed was enough to finally shake him out of his orphan-induced stupor.

“At MARIO KART. I will kick his ass at MARIO KART, ugh, jeez, B, why do you always assume the worst of us?”

“Precedent,” Tim said dryly.

“Who the hell asked the Oompa Loompa Brigade to weigh in with all ninety of his pounds?” Jason called back from the top of the stairs. 

Cass came up on Dick’s left, where the kiddo was one half of the sandwich made by him and Damian on Dick’s other side. She smiled down at him when he directed his still very wide-eyed gaze at her, landing on her after his latest sweep of the cavern and all its contained chaos, as if trying to take it all in - most likely in the hopes that if he could manage that, somehow the last 72 hours of his life might suddenly make sense. He really was adorable.

“Don’t worry,” she beamed at him, reaching out to pat him comfortingly on his shoulder, right above where Dick’s arm was still curled around it like a warm blanket - albeit one with the tensile hold of a python. “They’re all crazy, but only in the good ways.”

Duke scoffed as he slipped ahead of them and started taking the stairs two at a time. “It’s funny how you say that like you’re some kind of exception to the rule.”

“Bold words, little brother,” Cass called after him. He only shouted back from the top in a booming voice, his words echoing down the narrow stone stairway dramatically.

“Am I not Batclan?”

“Oooh, is that a new thing we’re doing?” Dick asked excitedly. “Somebody catch me up, I demand context. I smell a story there.”

“It was Jason’s fault,” Tim said automatically. Dick nodded.

“Sure, that tracks. Continue.”

Bruce trailed after his brood of batlings and birdlets, sidling over to where Barbara was waiting for the elevator. The latter having hung back to watch the commotion with the air of one taking notes for repurposing in the form of future blackmail material. Her ever extending network of spies and informants made so much more sense, suddenly.

He cleared his throat while they listened to the hum of the elevator’s machinery as it descended to their level.

“I wasn’t really thinking of adopting the boy,” he said. Not at all sullenly, nor with a trace of defensiveness to be found.

“Of course you weren’t, Bruce,” Barbara said. She patted his arm fondly, with all the conviction of a kindergarten teacher whose student was attempting to claim innocence on the matter of a paint disaster perfectly matching the paint stains on his hands.

“I wasn’t,” Bruce muttered as she preceded him into the elevator. 

Why did nobody ever believe him?