#The kidnapper

[absentia-if]

Isn’t it sort of gaslighty to have the kidnapper be an RO without telling us? I feel like there should be some warning if that’s the case.

Potentially, I guess? Absentia is a murder-mystery— wherein the identity of the Kidnapper is one of the greatest mysteries there is throughout. If I were to say X-Character is the Kidnapper so you better watch out, it’d completely destroy the mystery portion of Absentia; it’d also ruin the later reveal and the clues that are strewn throughout the story.

I completely understand not enjoying the concept of romancing a serial killer, and the person that kidnapped the MC, but it’s also the type of person the Kidnapper is— if they’re an RO— to draw you in, make you feel safe, make you fall in love with their mask, and then rip all of that away from you. I suggest waiting for Absentia to be further along, or completed, until going down a romance route if this is an issue you’re fighting with.

Again, I’m not going to just reveal who the Kidnapper is. I wouldn’t of made the KN, and their identity, such a central part to Absentia if I would. Hopefully, that’s okay with you all.

#absentia #anonymous #asks #ask #the kidnapper

[artvitorianoir]

The breather and the kidnapper sure very cool I never draw you good too @the-breather-stuff

#digital fanart #wttg2 #welcome to the game 2 #wttg #welcome to the game #my art #the breather #the kidnapper #art #digital art #scrutinized dimitri

[scoutstrider007]

blurry as all hell but i'm not going to bother fixing that.

#wttg #welcome to the game #The breather #The kidnapper

[simplegenius042]

Please, I'm very curious about No One's Safe At Home and What Happened To Vault 76? 😃

Ah yes, I'm glad those two have caught your attention.

What Happened To Vault 76? is a Fallout 76 fic that is the fifth installment of the A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series, but technically the prequel which predates the other five fics.

Essentially, a Resident of Vault 76, Vega, sleeps in and misses out on everyone entering the world after the bombs dropped 25 years beforehand. After Vega leaves the vault, Vega learns that she was left behind on purpose, because for a lack of better words, she's the worst. Vega takes offense to this "treachery" and decides to go out and hunt down her fellow residents as well as Vault 76's Overseer (who she develops a rather cringe unhealthy obsession over). The Scorched and the raiders hardly phase Vega, nor do the super mutants. However, she does bump into two odd strangers; Matthias "Mason" Talos and his brother, Arcane Urias. They're odd because the Scorch doesn't seem to affect them like it does everyone else, and there's also the fact of their inhuman strength and off human appearance. But Vega takes the opportunity to gaslight, gatekeep and manipulate these guys into helping her kill the rest of her former compatriots. On the trio's journey, Mason gets more skeptical of Vega's word, but Urias takes an awful lot of interest in the Scorched and its origin. That's all I got for now.

However, No One's Safe At Home is a Welcome To The Game franchise fic apart of The Silver Chronicles. It's essentially the origin story for an OC of mine, a key character in La Última En Pie and Old Dusk (two Silva Omar centered fics), named Gavin Turquoise.

In the Silva centered fics, Gavin is a lawyer with connections to the criminal underworld, but not because he works for them, merely because he monitors who he wants to put away for good. Anyway, in No One's Safe At Home, it reveals that before Gavin was a lawyer, he was a former benefactor of shady organizations turned vigilante who got sick of the injustice that the worst people alive kept getting away with, especially after his little nephew (who Gavin had personally became a male role model to) was taken by said people, and started hunting them down. He found two connections between all of them; The Dark Web, and an organization called "the Ministry". So Gavin made it his life long mission to wipe these people off the face of the Earth. Not only to avenge his nephew, but also so Gavin can rig the "Game" in his favor, take the benefits of the power and rebuild this empire into something more honorable (as it has deviated so, so far from what it used to be).

In essence, this is like a revenge story where one of the benefactor's of the Dark Web is personally punched in the gut by the organization he helped rise up, taking away and likely killing his nephew (or worse) and now Gavin wants to get rid of the source of the stains that corrupt the vision he had for this empire and rebuild from the bloody foundations he'll leave behind. The story is also about Gavin choosing to get his revenge but not perpetuating the cycle by rebuilding an organization that's very nature is to cause misery to others, no matter how honorable he tries to make it.

In other words, Gavin kills the most disgusting and worst people to exist and it is so satisfying.

I've put together a bit of the beginning of the fic down below:

Vigorously tapping on the keyboard, he shifted his attention to the time and date at the bottom right corner.

3:17 AM... 23rd of October... only seven more days left.

While the contents of the Red Room held no value to him, tracking the livestream would allow the location to be given away. Give him an ample opportunity take another sick fuck off the list.

He just had to go deeper.

Moving to browse on another degenerate site, Gavin paused. He glanced to the bottom right corner once more, attention caught by the white arrow next to the wifi indicator.

A GPS tracker, he recognized, How long had THAT been there?

Without wasting any more time, Gavin pushed himself out of the chair and reached to turn the computer's power off. But he stopped, thinking it over.

On second thought... I do have an opportunity here.

Gavin moved away from the computer, and walked over to the light switch, flicking it off. Darkness embraced the room, with the only light bathing inside this void coming from his computer screen.

Gavin brought out a hiking pack, placing it on the chair, and moved to the other side of the room, hand reaching for his most effective tool, eyes on the window.

He waited in bated breath, back against the wall as he waited for the window to inevitably open. He listened out of the cues he had honed himself to recognize for the past twenty-three days; the soft knocks, the footsteps on gravel, and even tugging up the windows.

Gavin's adversary did not know his identity yet; if he had, Gavin was sure he'd stop being lured out to the same neighborhood for the past twenty-three days.

From what Gavin overheard between Miss Lydia and Mr. Adam's call, Gavin's tracker didn't have a known name. Simply referred to as "the Kidnapper". Though creativity was lacking, the crimes were quite horrific. A masked man from Russia with ties to a sex trafficking ring, kidnapping women to subject them to horrors hidden from the law's eye.

He hears low grumbling. Gavin watches as the silhouette of the monster himself shadowed the moonlight, the dreadful figure of a beast shaped as a human. Gloved hands as black as the empty caverns that should house his soul, hands that have ripped innocent women in the wake of night away from their lives, gripping the window and dragging it up, up, up.

Gavin wasn't idealistic; he knew if he killed this man, it wouldn't hinder the trafficking ring in the slightest. But Gavin was sure of two things; one less woman will be awake and afraid at night, and one less monster would be walking amongst society. And Gavin was going to take so much satisfaction from this.

#series: a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #fallout #fallout 76 #wip: what happened to vault 76? #the resident #oc: vega #oc: arcane urias #oc: matthias “mason” talos #the scorched #the overseer #the silver chronicles #welcome to the game #wip: no one's safe at home #oc: gavin turquoise #lydia the nympho #wttg adam #the kidnapper

[flamingpudding]

The Stand-in Job

Danny loved his job. It was an easy on call job he got rather on accident. But it paid well and gave him enough time to deal with ghost matters outside of scheduled work hours.

Though now he got stuck in a situation his Boss had not provided him with a script and or explanation how to behave for.

Danny was a simple Stand-in. Sort of like a Stuntman kind of job. His boss was paying him to simple take his place during public appearances, or meetings with no big decision he has to sit through just to listen. Or on the easiest of days, to just sit in his boss office so it appears that someone is there while his boss was doing who knows what. Danny doesn't question, that's why his boss liked him.

But again, no where in his contract was described how he was supposed to handle this situation. So now he was stuck having beat up a couple of wannabe kidnappers and some vigilantes talking to him all casually going on and on how 'Tim', his boss, wasn't supposed to do that to not risk his public image. Should he record this as evidence for his Boss? It sounded like these vigilantes were spilling some of his boss' secrets that shouldn't be known to the public.

Tim just needed someone to sit in his place to make it appear like he was there when he had cases to work through. Danny was the perfect hire for it and Tim liked very much that Danny doesn't ask questions, like he understood. Yet when Danny sent him a text questioning how he should behave as Stand-in in front of Gotham's vigilantes.... Tim wasn't sure if he should feel offended or highly amused about his siblings not realizing that the one kidnapped in public hadn't been Tim but his Stand-in Danny.

#danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #crossover #dcxdp #tim drake #Danny is Tim's Stand-in #they look a lot alike thats why it works #for danny its an easy job #for tim itvgives him the time he needs extra to work on cases #his siblings appear to not realize that at forst #and end up lecturing Danny 'Tim' about not waiting for them to rescue him #danny just saw wannabe kidnappers and with his history beat them up good #random late night thoughts #random early morning thoughts #random idea #sleep avoids me these days...

[konigsblog]

sigh, being forced to become farmer-könig's little housewife after being captured by him. :( 🌾🫐

he adores a domestic life with you. despite the collar around your neck, you're supposed to act normal and do housework whilst he's on the field, as if there's nothing bothering you — nothing nagging you inside your head. your head is spinning from horror and fear, constantly trying to make an escape, your attempts fruitless as he drags you back by your leather collar, forced to act like a mutt instead.

he tries to be sweet and gentle with you, and appreciates when you obey and listen — but, occasionally you have outbursts where you're inconsolable, hyperventilating and pleading to be freed. könig will drag you down into the basement, with a leash attached to your collar, forced to act like a dog and drink from a water bowl for days ‘til you're ready to behave yourself...

#orla speaks #farmer au #kidnapper-farmer-könig #konig x you #konig x reader #konig x y/n #könig x you #könig x reader #konig call of duty #konig cod #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig smut

[frownyalfred]

Batman secret identity reveal but it’s just someone coming across Bruce after a rough patrol and they put the bruises + the armor together and reassure him that “You don’t have to do this, Mr. Wayne, I’m sure Batman has Gotham handled.”

Like even faced with outright evidence that Bruce is Batman they’re just like “Don’t worry buddy! Batman definitely appreciates the help. Let’s get some ice on that cut. Did you run into a wall or something?”

#thoughts #bruce wayne #batman #dc #dc comics #Gotham #this is how I imagine the kidnappers in my fic learn about batman #in that they refuse to accept that Bruce is batman outright

[satoshy12]

Damian Fenton

It started when Damian had a fight with his family; for once, it wasn't even his fault!

He had nothing to do with that! But no one seems to believe him! That was why he ran away from home as he was said to not be Robin and similiar.

It was just an accident that he was found by Jasmine Fenton, who saw the poor boy and just took him with her to Amity Park. Teacher: "Jazz, just because you missed Danny while on a class trip, that doesn't mean you should take a new child with you back to Amity Park. Okay, leaving a homeless child alone in Gotham would end badly; he can come with us." + Once back in Amity Park, Damian quickly became part of the family of Fenton's as was now legally somehow Damian Fenton. Vlad helped and did it just to show of to Bruce Wayne, he hates him.

Damian wasn't sure what to think of the Fenton's just accepting the child that their daughter brought back with her. But he liked it.

+

At Gotham, the Bat's found out it really wasn't Damian's fault and weren't able to even find him. And had no idea what they were doing wrong!! +

Damian was actually doing pretty well in Amity Park, and his new brother's friend Tucker covered up that he was in Amity Park or that he was ever in Gotham.

He was going to Casper High, and the whole city just accepted he was always a Fenton child, other that Wes boy.

#Don't kidnapp a child just because you are missing Daniel #Jasmine!! #dc #dcau #dc comics #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #dp #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp + dc #good parents jack and maddie #Jazz Fenton #Damian Wayne #Damian Fenton #Jack Fenton #Tucker Foley #Maddie Fenton #Batfamily #Vlad Master #good Vlad #Casper High #Wes Weston #amity park is weird

[rachidlotf]

The Kidnapper Course/Print/Commission: https://rachidlotf.com/store

#RachidLotf #Artwork #ConceptArt #Rachid Lotf #Concept Art #The Kidnapper

[absentia-if]

Last Words

Got this idea because of @heleneplays reblog for this post and I couldn’t not do it. I know some of you have been wanting some Kidnapper content and I thought I’d oblige by doing this.

“Oh, little dove,” they sigh, an almost gentle touch threading through the grime-encrusted strands of your hair— blood and mud dulling the usually vibrant colors that lay beneath. “I did warn you how this would end, didn’t I?”

The gloved hand, warm against cooling flesh, shifts to your cheek, long fingers turning your gaze to their unmasked one. A dangerous beauty lurked within the darkness of their eyes— unhindered by a dark cowl, by the shadows they usually stand within, you could see the monster that had finally stepped out.

You hated how much you found them breathtaking. That the danger, the darkness, they offered still enticed you so because they didn’t pretend to be anything otherwise— they may put on a mask, to appease the general public, but they never denied the demon that lurked just beneath the surface of the angelic facade.

Forcing your lips to work, trying to ignore the growing numbness spreading through your limbs like molasses, you speak. “W-Why?”

They don’t say anything in response to your question, an almost stony look flickering across the expanse of their face before the calm neutrality— with just a hint of arrogance— returns.

“Because it’s who I am.”

The response, and the meaning of the words, so much deeper than what they appeared to be at surface level, causes your breath to stutter; darkness begins to leech out from your peripheral vision.

Because it’s who I am.

They were words you had gotten used to. Words, within an elegant scrawl, that were etched across your right side; ever since the day you had been born into this world. The last words your soulmate would ever speak to you.

You couldn’t find it within yourself to open your mouth and say anything else— to find the strength that had left you so long ago while you lay on the grimy floor of a long abandoned warehouse. Nothing else mattered as the world around you began to fade, your heartbeat growing slower and slower as each moment passed, and the only thing that remained was the gentle touch once more at your head.

Even as you slipped away into nothingness.

———————

Why?

Such a simple question. One that every child got the grasp of rather quickly. Why do we have to go? Why do those people not like ice cream? Why can’t I go play outside?

Why?

Those three letters, that simple question, had become something so much more during their life. Becoming the most complex equation that would follow them as they grew, and they became what they are now.

As the red on their hands grew to such a dark crimson it almost matched the blackness of the gloves that usually adorned them.

Why?

Because it’s who they are. They’re a monster, a beast that had been let loose from hell to rain agony on the purgatory of life. Their purpose, their only purpose, was to hunt from the shadows to snuff out the light, which means they never gave the tattoo situated on the left side of their chest any thought. Didn’t think about the being that lived out there— unaware of the monster that forever stained its darkness onto them.

Ignored the possibility of their happy ending. Monsters didn’t get one— evil didn’t know how to love. All it knew how to do was consume and conquer, it didn’t know the softness of a lover's hand or the gentleness of its warmth.

“It’s who I am,” they murmur, hand finally stalling its repeated motion within the dirty strands of hair. The vibrancy of the strands was lost when the figure was too. “It’s who I am.”

Even if sometimes I wish it wasn’t…

Evil didn’t know how to love, but they might have made the exception this one time to learn.

#absentia #the kidnapper #heleneplays #red flags galore #but have this snippet #snippet

[artvitorianoir]

Haha haha sorry I’m draw done @the-breather-stuff

#wttg2 #welcome to the game 2 #welcome to the game #wttg #the breather #digital fanart #the kidnapper #art #the executioner #the waiting room

[carnivorousyandeere]

A Darling who loses all self-preservation when sleepy. Who would accept being kidnapped by a yandere as long as they one, went to the effort of acquiring their favorite pillows and blankets from their house; and two, are up for cuddles immediately. Probably a yandere’s fluffiest daydream

#are you ever so sleepy you would just crawl into the back of a kidnapper’s car just for a cozy little nap #because like. I think that’s the tone for November rn LMAO #thinking of Brucie on this cold rainy November night #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

[yxami]

I’m behind I know, I’m rushing 😓😓

desc: yandere victim x kidnapper reader, more of him kidnapping you at this point, and happy nut November 2, nsfw, all consensual, mentions of obsession, overstimulation, edging, etc

Recently, you’ve allowed Lawrence to roam around in your home, he has yet to run out the door and claim freedom. Honestly, you’re not even bothering to put any of the keys in a remote place like you used to when you had no trust in this… relationship?

Kidnappship? Whatever it was, it was odd but it somehow worked.

Ren would cook all the meals you’d have throughout the day, acting as a house husband rather than a past victim of kidnapping, if anything you were the hostage. He was able to snitch you out at any time if he ever got bored of the routine he established.

Your coworkers truly believed you managed to tie someone down, judging from all the sticky notes that were with a series of packed lunches, something you have never brought before. Usually it was just a sandwich from whatever place was close by.

“Good luck at work honey, I miss you already! Heart heart?” Your coworker read out loud, grin growing as they continue to poke fun with how you’ve been bringing packed lunches with notes, and the words never repeated, each day it was a new confession.

“Shut up” You’d roll your eyes, always denying any sort of suggestion that you were with someone, even though Lawrence was always ready to act like the two of you were dating.

“Whaddya’ mean I can’t pack notes anymore? You don’t like them?” He immediately feels his heart crumble against this small rejection, he holds his chest as if you’ve stabbed him.

“It’s just.. my coworkers think I have a partner and I don’t need them snooping in my personal life” You groan, already knowing he was going to be either mad or throwing a crying fit over this.

Your mind bounced on whether you should read his diary tonight to see if he was going to hold a grudge.

“They shouldn’t be interested in your personal life anyways! I want them to know that you’re taken by me” He pushes his pink lips into a slight frown, reminding you how pretty he looks even when he’s upset with you.

“Ren you know I’m not in love with you right?” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, hoping you wouldn’t have to dive into another conversation about how this was just about ransom and not something like his delusions.

But you already know he’s accepted that you love him even if you deny deny deny, so you’ve recently given up on those talks.

“I know you are, stop trying to make me upset, you know I don’t like it when you lie” He crosses his arms, tempted to jump into yours like he always does, even when you’re the reason he’s upset, but he’s convinced himself that he can last longer.

“Fine, I do, but can you just stop with the notes?” You curl your arm behind the small of his back, leaning against him as he presses himself against the kitchen counter.

“Hmm” He hums, enjoying your loving touch, hugging your lower back as he rests his chin on the top of your head. “Okay, but it’s not fair if I don’t get something in return” He backs up his upper body a bit to let you see his pitiful puppy pout in order to get you to agree.

He’s found that this tactic works well, and he’s managed to use it about 5 times instead of verbally begging like he usually does, he’s been keeping track.

“Alright, what do you want? More cooking supplies? Cuddles?”

He shakes his head.

“Free access to my phone for an hour?” You tilt your head, assuming that would work since he loves to check on whatever you do, of course with your permission, most of the times anyways..

He hums disapprovingly, which has you guessing of what he could possibly want since those were his favorite things in the entire world, all of them placing 2nd while you were his 1st.

“I want to.. be closer with you” He mumbles hesitantly, looking more red than his usual tint of blush when he’s teased or flustered.

“What did you want to start sleeping in the same bed?” You say casually, even though you should probably establish boundaries with someone you claim to not be your partner and just a temporary roommate.

But it’s a little too late for that, you’ve gotten attached to having him around, cooking you your food and such, but you wouldn’t accept that until later.

“No I mean like being together.. the way couples do” He squirms around, fiddling with his hands in his lap, something he always does when he’s upset. There’s a whiny tone in his voice, a bit exasperated from anxiety at having to explain further.

“Are you trying to say fuck?” You state without any nervousness that Ren would insist you need.

He nods quickly.

You’re asking yourself how you got into this situation but you could’ve said no at any time, you could even kick him out and tell him that you need space so there wasn’t a chance for him to get mad if you had a reason.

And you knew he wasn’t the type to go and tattle on you to his parents, if you had to guess then he’d likely just beg to come back rather than throw an angry fit and get you locked up, that would be out of character for him if he did.

But you make excuses, plenty of them to ignore the feelings you’ve been hiding for awhile now.

“Please don’t go so fast” He looks up with tears threatening to spill, holding onto your skin so tightly you think it could bruise. You run your hands down his sides, calming him down from his high, just to have him drunk on the unexplainable feeling once again.

“M’ goin at a normal pace, you’re just so sensitive” You hum, pumping his cock with your hand, slowly teasing at the veins by tracing them softly with your fingers. He lets out a throaty whine, knowing you were right but being too distracted to agree.

He bucks his hips into your palm, trying to satisfy his own greedy need for your touch even when he’s so overstimulated. “When.. when can I be inside of you?” He whispers, rubbing his tears away that finally ran down his face.

“I thought this was already too much for you to handle?” You tease at how just a few minutes ago he was pleading that your hand on his cock was too much for his perverted mind.

“Not anymore.. please?” He begs, sitting up to kiss at your jaw and lips, biting your bottom lip as he pleads with a few more whispers.

“If you say so” You giggle, already knowing he was going to be telling you to slow down soon enough. He helps you by lining his sensitive head right at your hole, easily slipping in as you lower yourself onto him. He could feel your slick insides welcome him with ease and he couldn’t help himself but thrust up.

You bite down on your shirt that you have yet to remove, not allowing a surprised whimper or sound to be let out. Lawrence notices it quickly and pouts, moving his hands to clasp around your hips as he helps you bounce on his cock.

“You’re really warm” He comments, feeling his face heat up as his mind finally picks up on the fact that the two of you are fucking. Something he’s dreamed about since day one of being here, and it’s nothing like he’s imagined.

You’re softer, and tighter, and there’s a little whimper you let out whenever his cock bottoms out right where the head of his cock can push against a sensitive spot deep inside you.

Everything’s different than he imagined, and he loves everything about it.

Once you gained your composure you pick up the pace, moving your hips to tease and thrust his cock inside, and the flustered expression left on his face from how good you felt had you more motivated to ruin him.

“I’m all yours, you’re so nice to me, I love you” He continued to prattle, insistent on making sure you know exactly how he feels right now. He needs to let you know, he’s fumbling over his words even more when you run your hands down his chest.

You weren’t sure whether it was his cock or him as person making you whisper reciprocating confessions against his neck as you kiss his skin. “I love you too..” You mumble, feeling embarrassed at the vulnerable moment. Lawrence perks up and pounds into you faster than he’s ever done in the last few minutes.

“S—say that again? Please? Cmon, what did you say?” He pants, desperate to hear your sweet words, he could’ve sworn he heard you say I love you, something he’s wanted to hear for so long.

“I didn’t say anything..!” You look away, cursing at yourself internally for giving this idiot the satisfaction of finally having his love reciprocated after so much of you being in denial.

“I heard you say it, please” He complains, needing to heard those three words leave your lips, and he’s certain he’ll heard them again soon enough.

Even if it takes multiple rounds

#yxami’s yam #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #pls request #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere obsession #yandere boy #desperate yandere #yandere victim #yandere kidnapee #yandere x kidnapper reader #kidnapped yandere #crazy yandere #obsessive yandere #yandere nsft headcannons #yandere nsft #no nut november #lawrencemyoc

[egophiliac]

Do yoy like their silly little dance

the inside of my brain at any given moment:

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #stage in playful land #stage in playfulland #gif warning #gifs that bop along to your music warning #gidel is SO little #look at him compared to everyone else! #three apples tall! #i could put him in my pocket and still have space to pack him a lunch #this rhythmic is so silly. i love when we get a cutesy upbeat rhythmic right before everything goes straight to shit. #fellow and gidel: (dance around all cutely and throw confetti) #fellow and gidel: anyway now it's time to sell you #just the most adorable little kidnappers 🩷 #so glad they made an official gidel chibi because otherwise i would have tried to and it would not have ended well #i'm trying to do a meleanor right now and she is giving me enough trouble. she doesn't even have any STRIPES. #do you think the riggers got handed the designs for this event with all the stripes and swirlies and patches and patterns #and just had to go stare at a wall for an hour or two #'okay look people are going to see this on a small screen with a rhythm game going on in the foreground' #'nobody is going to take a high-res screen recording and then go through it frame-by-frame to scrutinize our rigging breakdowns' #'what kind of HUGE NERD do you think plays this stupid game' #(shifty eyes)

[starwrighter]

I lied about only making one ship post :/

Thank you @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 your prompts fueled this one. Specifically this one.

Dead serious soulmate au but in separate universes.

In the DP universe soulmates are widespread with pretty much everyone having one. In the past soulmates were only seen as purely romantic and it was abhorrent if you didn't have one, rejected/cut off your soulmate or they died before you.

Soulmates still heavily impact DP universes present society but not in the same ways as before. Current day Soulmates can be platonic or romantic and while it wasn't as demonized as it was in the past cutting off a soulmate is still an incredibly taboo.There are different types of soulmates (ie the red string, skin writing, telepathy, shared sensation,..)

Danny shares pain with his soulmate. While he can't exactly communicate directly with his soulmate he has the ability to heal them a little through the bond. Danny's soulmate was always getting hurt somehow or another to the point he had an unnaturally high pain tolerance by the time he turned 14.

His soulmate hasn't ever healed him back and sometimes Danny forgot he existed at all. As a half ghost it was so much easier to heal his soulmate; with just a surge of energy he could completely heal any injuries his soulmate acquired and go back to whatever it was he was doing before his soulmate got hurt.

Danny was fine with forgetting his soulmate existed. Whoever was on the other end clearly didn't want anything to do with him considering they couldn't even pitch in to heal a papercut. He would still heal his soulmate when he needed it but he just gave up hoping for any kind of relationship with him.

On the DC side of things Soulmates are extremely rare and little to nothing is know about them. Damian of course is one of the very few people who had a soulmate; the small blue soulmark on his chest was proof of that. Damian's soulmark was ignored treated like it didn't exist at all until the day it started healing him.

Then his soulmate was his everything. His soulmate was someone he needed to protect with every fiber of his being and someone he desperately needed to find. Damian kept these beliefs even after he left the league and especially when his soulmates healing powers got stronger.

After years of searching the last place he expected to meet his soulmate was some dingy alleyway...

He could finally start courting him.

#I don't usually ship anything but #Them boys got my brain in a chokehold #dp x dc #dpxdc #deadserious #damian wayne x danny fenton #Clockwork dropped Danny into Dc. Danny proceeded to immediately get mugged #kinda yandere Damian #the batfam would prevent him from doing anything too drastic #Danny getting kidnapped and leaving with a ridiculous amount of money from his kidnapper's apologetic father: ?? #call that reverse ransom

[diejager]

Okay so I have kinda a prompt...and I was wondering if you could work your magic and like make it a story.. please :)

Okay so like, *reader* was at a restaurant waiting for ghost, the first date had gone so well, you were thinking of dating him seriously. However, 20 minutes had gone by and he hadn't shown up, nor was he replying to your texts. You glanced down at your phone trying to call him once more when suddenly a familiar skull mask was placed on the table. So you look up with a smile, expecting it to be ghost but it turns out to be könig, and he sits beside you and places a hand on your thigh before whispering, "I think you should be seeing someone else" or something...

Cw: DARKFIC, stalking, implied murder, implied death, obsession, possessive behaviour, tell me if I missed any.

You’d been doing so well, leaving behind the man who’d broken you, who took and took until all that was left was a dried carcass of what you used to be, a fragile version of who you once were. You cut ties with him, left him in the rubble of a shattered relationship and picked up whatever was left of your as you moved away, another city, another province and another country, as far away as you could from the monster. 

And here, you met a gentle man, as scarred and broken as you, only his were physically present, people would gawk and stare at him when yours were hidden, buried beneath your skin and sinew, chained in a spiraling mind of terror and nightmares, but you understood him and he understood you. It was a mutual understanding that you built on, stacking every moment of sorrow and agony, tearful calls and sobbing voice, making it into a tower of affection that you worked beautifully on.

You called him Simon, and he called you love. 

It was perfect, the first shards of friendship that soon became love, an intimacy you were both afraid to commit, but were willing to try, to dip your toes in shark infested waters and test your luck. It started out with subtle touches, his fingertips brushing against yours in fleeting signs of affection; then the gentle pull of his voice, calling your name whenever you were near; and the small tokens of servitude he gave away to you, spoiling you rotten with the money he has. 

It was perfect, the miracle you had always dreamed of, the beautiful thing that filled our bleak world with vibrant coloursand liveliness. You shared a kiss, your soft ones pressed against his dried ones, feeling the coarseness and curve of his lips when they moved against yours. It was a passionate one, filled with worship and love that you were both tempted with. That led to a date, lost in each other’s eyes while you swooned at him, doe-eyed and hopeful for more than what you were unafraid to give, sipping on tea and coffee for any kind of distraction for falling further into the throes of love and devotion. 

You left feeling happy, a smile shining brightly on your face until you got home and screamed out to your heart’s content, confessing to your plants and the ghosts that lived in your walls. You’d been giddy, excited for the second date, seeing the first one went so well, planning the dates and places the second day,��organised half a month in advance because you were high on the pleasure. You were ecstatic, jumping to and from the walls and ceiling, like a puppy promised treats. 

And when the day arrived, you dressed up, dolled yourself up for a man your heart came to love and got to the restaurant early —too early. Seated at the reserved table and encouraging yourself with a quick monologue, unaware of the time, the ticking minutes passing in a blink until you realised Simon was twenty minutes late. You knew he wouldn’t stand you up, he was too soft with you for that, he emphasised too much with you to let you go so abruptly, but he hadn’t sent anything, no message or call. You were left wondering and worried, lost in your thoughts with no one but the screen that showed Simon’s number. You might have to-

Something was rudely dropped before you, a black fabric placed in the middle of the your table, it was familiar, but many things were black. You turned, frowning and brows pinched, ready to question the person who’d trashed your table. 

“What-” you choked back a whimper, eyes cloudy as you stared up at cold eyes, a chilling blue that would have frozen seas, “You-”

Your throat closed on itself, breath stuck at the back of it as you stammered, unable to utter a single word towards the giant in your nightmares. You could see the glee in his eyes, the squinted lids that screamed of a cruel grin, malicious yet jovial. 

“It’s time to come back home, Spotzi,” his tone was low, a deep monotone that portrayed nothing, not even a single crumb for you to decipher how he truly felt, “You’ve had your fun with him, nh?” [Sparrow]

Him? You didn’t understand what he meant. Had he meant Simon? König couldn’t be serious, you’d finally found someone who felt the same and emphasised with you, and König wanted to take it all away like he did with your life? You stared down, away from his piercing blues, the chill that ripped through you whenever you gaze at it, wandering down to his bloodied palm- They were bloody, bruised and battered. It couldn’t be, no, you couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t dare —he would, he’d always whispered promises about beating other men to a pulp if they got in the way of his affection - obsession - for you.

Your eyes fearfully strayed from his towering form, glancing at the familiar cloth, catching the faded white of a skull dirtied with streaks of red, spotty and ripped. You recognised it, being so, so familiar with the mask as you were with the man who wore it, the soft browns and fluffy blond, the heavy bags and scars. It was Simon’s mask. A tear rolled down your cheek, falling from the fluttering of your lashes, only to be brushed away by the rough thumb of your captor.

“Do not cry, it’d eventually happen,” his attempts of soothing you were flawed, it only made you cry more, lips shaky and breathlessly choking and whimpering, “If not now, then later.”

He crouched to meet your eyes, head tilted up by your chin for König to admire you, roving over your dolled up face and the clothes you decided to wear for a man that was probably dead in an alley. 

“Come, Spotzi. I have your things packed.”

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