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auncyen · 8 months

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You thought you were great at thinking things through. Before Changing into Isabeau, you were great at overthinking them, even! But once Siffrin shows up at the Clocktower, everything seems to happen too quickly for your brain to catch up.

One moment, Odile is suggesting you all go to the house without Sif, and you get why she's thinking about it, but you can't. But you look at Mira and realize how badly Sif hurt her this afternoon, and. If half the team can't trust Siffrin. Odile's right, isn't she? It's not going to work. Unless you figure out what's wrong with Siffrin and help them fix it so they can apologize--

(Maybe you should still be mad at Siffrin too. They didn't say anything that wasn't true, though, and in a weird way it was …kind of flattering how well Sif had you pegged? Like, Siffrin obviously paid you a lot of attention. Maybe, if they weren't having the wildest post-nap crabs ever, there would have been some nice things said too.)

Then Siffrin shows up, and he's still acting weird, with that miserable fake smile. Then he's mad because he overheard you all talking about leaving him behind, saying you're all going to get yourselves killed. Then he starts talking about time loops, and your brain catches on the realization that oh, no wonder he could nap even the day before you're going to fight the King, he's sick. He's got to be. It's the worst possible timing and they should have told someone before it got this bad, but it's not like they could help the timing and, well, for as easygoing as Siffrin is (most of the time), they have the most stubborn independent streak of anyone you've seen, self-reliant to the occasional fault. You think it's usually a positive. He bounced back from losing an eye better than anyone else expected. But he's hidden being sick once before, because he was the last to get it and Mira was anxious to resume traveling when everyone else had gotten better, of course he'd hide it when tomorrow is the big day. Oh Change if it's contagious, because this time he seems to be the first one sick. You're all fighting the King tomorrow and one of your group is ranting about time loops. Also that you all hate him, which, no??? Where did he get that?

But then you try to catch Odile's eye and pause. You expected pure exasperation, and it's definitely scrawled across her face, but she's also peering at Siffrin in consideration, and you remember what she said about a book Siffrin shouldn't have known about.

And then Siffrin slips off the counter and you stand because the way you see it there are two options: either they're extremely ill, or time loops are actually a thing and that's kind of something everyone needs to know about. Either way, they shouldn't just be running out on you!

"Sif. You need to sit down, and explain EVERYTHING about what you just said." You have to be firm so Sif understands how serious this is. Whatever's going on, he needs to explain so everyone else can help.

But maybe you should have thought more about using that tone, because Sif's breath hitches and his face, already so pale with that dark bag under his eye, seems to lose shade entirely. Then there's barely-chewed samosa on both your shoes, which convinces you. He's sick. Change, if it's contagious, please let everyone get sick the day after tomorrow. You can be as miserable as you want then. Tomorrow, you need everyone.

"Okay, okay, uh," you blurt. Your brain is still trying to figure out what to actually say. It's also fighting both your hands and the urge to check how high a fever Sif's running right now, because you've just realized they're shaking. "Sif, can you just--sit down, I'll clean this, you need to rest--SIF--"

He dodges to your left, ducking around you. You whirl around and grab him, vainly reach for an arm and grasping only cloak fabric, because he needs to stop and calm down--

Normally, you know better than to grab anyone. Especially Sif.

They whirl on their feet with their face twisted in a snarl, one gloved hand reaching up to shove you away with a flat palm--

The scent of stationery reaches your nose, and Paper Craft pushes you off-balance, stumbling back until you hit the counter even as Siffrin snatches his hand back, his good eye wide with horror. You can hear chairs sliding back as both Mirabelle and Odile recognize the Craft sign as well, though Bonnie only sounds confused. Of course they're confused. Siffrin didn't even touch you, and he doesn't know Paper Craft.

Even if they did, they wouldn't use it on you. It didn't hit hard, you think, but maybe you're just too shocked to feel it yet. You stand there, dazed and dumb, until you feel healing Craft being used on you.

It's not Mirabelle healing you.

It's Siffrin, his head lowered but his voice just loud enough for you to make out the words before he sits down, right there in the middle of the kitchen floor. Not moving. Breathing too loud, but so are you.

Since when do they know healing Craft, either?

"Isabeau," Odile says, her voice tightly controlled. "Take Boniface and get the cleaning supplies from the closet, please."

Right. Right, smart, something is very wrong and you need to keep Bonbon safe until you've got a handle on this, so you gesture for Bonnie to come with you and tell them not now when they protest because they're just as confused as you feel, ushering them out of the makeshift kitchen area, and it's not until you're at the supply closet and Bonnie asks if you're okay that you realize Odile wasn't sending only Bonnie out of the room.

Deep breaths, Isabeau. Like Siffrin does!

Change, what is even going on?

"...Did Frin hurt you?" Bonnie asks, looking uneasy. "Nille would have totally flipped you if you grabbed her like that. But they used Craft, didn't they?"

"…They got me, a little, but not too bad," you say slowly, trying to think it through without keeping Bonnie waiting too long. "And obviously they didn't mean to, since they healed me right away!"

And you realize, as you say it, that you really do believe that. The smell of Paper Craft was too strong compared to what actually hit you. You saw Siffrin pull his hand back right before the hit instead of doing a proper follow-through. You tried to grab him without thinking. He reacted without thinking and tried to stop as soon as his brain caught up.

And that's terrifying, because that means they used Craft that's not even their natural type on reflex, because their hand was already moving into a close enough shape. You've known for a while they hate being touched. It wasn't anywhere near that bad before.

What

in the world

is happening?

#in stars and time #act 5 spoilers #act 5 au #see if I still like this in the morning #IT'S LATE I NEED THE SLEEPS

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beetroots-and-murder · 7 days

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SFTH Tag Game!

List your top 5 favourite improvised plays and your favourite short hand game and tag anyone you want! /nf

Mine:

Beetroots and Murder

All Eyes On Nigel

The Milkman

BUS

Oh My God, Is This A Joke?

Favourite game: Party Quirks or Genre

Tags! /nf

@i-may-be-an-emu @rubber-glovs @letsbesharkfriends @leftenmost-window

And open tags!

#shoot from the hip #tag game #sfth luke #sfth tom #sfth aj #sfth sam #shootimpro

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undeserved-halo · 5 months

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grill cheese (the g stands for glove)

wu-wuoaHhh!!! gg g rilll cheeb?? h . hey whAs th- A FUKIMG .GLOV E???!?11!??

#fan mail #mutuals <3 #pizza

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crowleysgirl67 · 10 months

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Touches

Author: @crowleysgirl67

Word Count: 2256

Parings/Characters: Bucky x Reader (Eventual), Avengers team, Nat x Steve,

Warnings: AU ish i guess, show warnings, idk

A/N: Thanks for reading!

Steve had brought Bucky to the tower. It was awkward as you all stood there as he introduced him and Bucky kept avoiding looking anyone in the eye. You were tired of the awkwardness so you stepped forward.

“I’m (Y/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you Sargent Barnes. I hope we can all make you feel welcome and comfortable here.” you extended your hand to him as you emphasized the all as you gave Tony a look. He wasn’t sure about him and was still pissed about the Winter Soldier killing his parents.

He grumbled under his breath but stayed silent.

“(Y/N) your glov…” Nat started but it was too late as Bucky took your hand in a firm shake as he introduced himself. You sucked in a deep breath as his memories filled your head and you dropped to your knees. You’d seen some horrible shit in people's memories before but none had made you drop to your knees in agony the way Bucky's memories were.

“What’s happening? What’d I do?” Bucky asked, concerned he’d done something wrong.

“She has powers, she can know everything about a person just by skin to skin contact. There’s more but no one knows the extent of them.” Steve replied grimly. He’d known whatever happened to his best friend had been bad but he was unaware of just how bad it was. He’d seen you work before, brought in when the bad guys weren’t giving up information, or they were withholding more than what little they were giving up. Some made you grimace but nothing had you on the floor like you were now.

Bucky looked taken aback and horrified. Steve pulled him back away from you as Nat barked orders for everyone to give you breathing room. It was several minutes before you were able to regain composure.

“(Y/N) are you alright?” Nat asked, kneeling besides you.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m ok.” you rasp as you make your way to standing up.

Nat took hold of your elbow and helped you up. You shot her a grateful smile as you felt drained and not as steady on your feet.

“What the hell was that?” Tony demands “That’s never happened before.”

“I don’t have enough energy to deal with this right now. We can discuss it later.” you brushed his question off.

Tony looked like he wanted to argue but he knew better. “Fine. But you’re going to the med bay to get checked out.” The two of you stared at each other.

“Ugh, fine but only because I’m too tired for this shit.” you relented.

***

Steve showed Bucky around the compound and the room he’d be staying in.

“I’ll let you get settled. My room is down the next hall if you need me.” Steve pats him on the back.

“Thanks,” he replied, stepping into the room. It was a room, a bed with a bathroom attached and some closet space. A tv hung on the wall across from the bed. He left the door open as he pushed further into the room. He flicked the bathroom light on and looked around. It was a nice bathroom with a shower and a separate freestanding tub. He turned the light out and went back into the main part of the room, footsteps from the hall catching his attention.

Thinking it was Steve again he stepped out of the room and just about into you.

“Sorry.” he said, taking a step back.

“Not your fault.” you replied. “I should watch where I’m going. I’m not used to people in this hall.”

He looked you over before replying. You seemed better than you had been earlier. “What do you mean?”

“My rooms the next one over. Nobody else is in this hall. Well I guess now you are.”

He gives you a puzzled look, “Why hasn’t anyone else been here?”

“Mostly cuz Tony is worried my powers could do something. While I mostly have control they can still be unpredictable even to me. He doesn’t say anything to me but I can feel his hesitation and see his thoughts.” you head toward your room as Bucky follows.

“What is it that you can do exactly? If you don’t mind me asking. Steve said you get people's memories by skin contact.” He was curious, naturally. All the shit he’d been through, things he’d never wish on another person had been thrown onto you.

You beckoned him in as he hesitated in your doorway. He was still hesitant but stepped further into the room as you sat on the bench at the foot of your bed to take off your shoes.

“Have a seat.” you gestured to the chair in the corner. “What do you want to know?”

He took a seat, “The memories, do you get all of them?”

“Yes, any memories a person has I get with a touch. Their thoughts, feelings, things like that. In rare cases if the emotions are intense enough I will in essence experience what they went through.”

“Did you… Were mine one of those times?” he licked his lips.

“Yes.” you weren’t going to lie to him. “But don’t feel bad. You didn’t know what was going to happen. I should have been more careful about having my gloves on with someone new around.”

“I’m sorry.” He felt guilty in a way, like sure it wasn’t his fault but it was still the fucked up shit in his head.

“It isn’t your fault James.” you say softly.

He swallowed and ignored the rush of feeling that came with the sound of his name from your lips, “Is it contact via your hands only or does any skin contact trigger you?”

“Any. It's why I don't wear clothing that reveals skin. Long sleeves only if I'm out in public.”

“What makes here so different?” he asked, noting you in a tank top and leggings.

“Prolonged contact with everyone. Once I've touched a person I already have everything about them. If I touch them again even accidentally the only new information I receive is their memories, thoughts, feelings etc.. from between the last time I touched them and the new touch. Enough exposure and I don’t need touch to be in tune with them. I sense their feelings and can, if I focus, see their thoughts without touching them.”

“So downstairs earlier, staring with Stark. You were assessing him?” Bucky took an educated guess based on what you’ve told him so far.

You let out a surprised laugh, “Yeah, yeah I guess I was.”

***

Over the next few months you formed a close relationship with Bucky. He trusted you because you knew the truth about what happened to him, albeit in an unexpected manner. You hadn’t had skin contact again since the first time, so his rising crush on you had seemed to escape your freaky sense gaze.

“Barnes.” Tony greeted as he walked into the common area. “Have you seen (Y/N)?”

“Stark.” he returned the greeting. “No I haven’t she said something about helping Nat with some project, I don’t know.”

“If you see her let her know I need to see her.” he walked away and Bucky shook his head. You had an odd relationship with Stark and he was never sure what to make of it. You didn’t seem to be in a romantic relationship, and if you were it wasn’t obvious. If he was honest he really didn’t want to think about the possibility of you being in a romantic relationship if it wasn’t with him. He knew the rabbit hole he would go in with thoughts like that so he got up to go in search of you. He tried the usual haunts, your bedroom, the gym. The lab was an obvious no since Stark was looking for you and that’s where he usually was.

Taking a chance that maybe Steve would know where you were he went down the hall where his bedroom along with Nats was. Giggling from Natashas room had him skipping Steves and making his way down to hers.

“That’s actually pretty cool. When did these pop up?” It was Nat speaking, the cracked door was enough for him to hear the conversation clearly.

“They’ve been here awhile. I just hadn’t had any real reason to try to strengthen them.” this time it was you who spoke.

“That reason wouldn’t happen to be a tall hunk of a man would it?” Nat teased. Bucky heard a thump and a muffled “Hey” from Natasha.

“Shut up Nat.”

“Fine, but only if you show me more of that. Can you do it for others?”

“I don’t know. I can try. Where’s Steve? I’m sure he’ll let me use him as a guinea pig.”

“Whoa no wait come back!” Nat exclaimed.

The door to the room flung open as your giggling figure ran out and straight into Bucky.

“Oof,” you grunted and wrapped your hands around strong biceps as you caught yourself.

“Shit (Y/N)! Are you alright?” He put his hands on your hips to steady you.

“I’m fine. What are you doing out here?”

“Looking for you. Stark wants to see you.”

“He can wait. Where’s Steve? I wanna show him something cool with Nat.” you grin up at him, excitedly.

“Don’t you dare (Y/N)! I’ll tell him about your crush!” Nat appears in the doorway.

“What crush?” Bucky questions looking down at you.

“Her crush on you.” Nat smirks as you blush, aware of the fact Bucky had yet to release your hips, and you your grip on him.

“Thanks a lot Nat! I’m totally showing Steve now.”

“You have a crush on me?” he was shocked but also excited at the prospect you liked him back.

“Yes.” you bit your lip, a habit he noticed you did when nervous.

“Well then I really think you should use your power on me again Supergirl.” he wet his lips. He was ever so aware that you were about to get every little detail about what he thought of you.

You lowered your hand down to his exposed forearm, gently coming to rest your bare hand against his skin. Your eyes widen as you blush more.

Nat chuckling breaks your spell and the red in your cheeks darkens as you remember you have an audience.

“To be continued.” you whisper up at him.

“Agreed.” a playful smile graced his face. “Now what was it you needed Steve for?”

“Nat and Steve sittin’ in a tree.” you start taunting, giggling. Nat lunged at you and you evaded her by hiding behind Bucky.

“What’s going on?” Steves voice rang through the hall.

An evil grin spread across your face as you dart in his direction.

“Run supergirl I got you covered.” Bucky laughs as he grabs hold of Nat.

“Don’t you dare (Y/N)!” She screeches.

Steve has a perplexed look as he takes in the sight of whatever this was as he approaches.

“I can do a cool new thing. Care to be my test subject?” you bounce on the balls of your feet, excitedly. “It won't hurt, promise. Nat and I tried it earlier.”

“No! We just tried you, showing me your feelings! You haven’t tried transference of someone else's feelings!”

“No better time to try!” you grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him over to Nat and took her hand. Your eyes flashed gold as you focused on Steve first. He liked Nat but let his feelings of not belonging in this time and his intense crush on Peggy get in his way. You took his liking of Nat and brought it forward, focusing you held your breath as you moved it to Nat. Her soft inhale let you know it worked, you let her feel them a few moments before pulling back. You repeated the process of showing Steve her emotions, before releasing their hands and stepping back.

Bucky had released his hold on her and moved to your side, draping his arm around your waist. Nat and Steve stared at each other processing what just happened.

“Let’s give them some space.” he said, pulling you back down the hall. You made your way down to your own hall. “So what was that?”

“I was able to show their feelings for each other to them. So Steve felt that Nat liked him and vice versa.”

“Nat mentioned something about you showing her your feelings?”

You nod, “Do you maybe wanna try that?” you ask shyly.

“Only if you want to, doll.” he squeezed your hand gently.

“Come on.” you pulled him into your room and got comfortable on the bed. You pat the bed beside you and he sat down. Taking his hands in yours you begin the process of showing him your feelings for him. You were so focused that him pulling you in for a kiss surprised you. The connection was lost as you squeaked in surprise.

His lips were warm and slightly chapped as they pressed against yours. Your arms snaked their way around his neck as he deepened the kiss. The kiss lasted for what felt like hours, before he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

“Wow.” you smiled and he chuckled.

“I’d like to take you out on a proper date.”

“I’d like that, and you may. But first I want you to do all those dirty thoughts to me.” you giggle as he groans low in his throat.

“As you wish, my supergirl.” he kisses you again.

#bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel reader insert

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Watching Their S/O Die

Headcanon: Amrod, Argon, Angrod, Rog, Galdor

Warnings: war, death, blood, angst (angsty angsty angsty)

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Amrod

The chaos was a cataclysm, a whirlwind of confusion that swept you aside, leaving you helpless in the maelstrom of clashing steel and blood-soaked streets. Alqualonde, once a haven of serenity, now bore witness to a grim battle. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the city's once-pearly streets were marred by crimson stains and lifeless forms.

Amidst the carnage, a stray arrow found its mark, tearing through your cloak and lodging itself into your chest. The pain came as a shock, a searing burst that stole your breath and froze your limbs. Your body crumbled like a delicate flower, a single wound wreaking havoc on your very being. You felt life's essence drain from you, replaced by a numbing chill as your vision blurred and voices faded into whispers.

In the midst of your fading consciousness, a familiar voice reached your ears. Amrod. His calls were a lifeline, a desperate plea to keep you tethered to the realm of the living. You tried to respond, to reassure him, but your voice betrayed you, replaced by a fit of coughs that painted the cobblestones beneath you in shades of crimson.

Amrod's world shattered as he stumbled upon your weakened form, his sword dropped without hesitation. Kneeling beside you, his arms enveloped you, his touch a mix of urgency and tenderness. His voice, filled with aching desperation, pleaded for you to stay awake, to not slip away from him.

"No, Y/N, don't leave me," his words were a heart-wrenching melody, a lament for a love he couldn't bear to lose. His hand pressed against the wound, a futile attempt to stem the tide of blood. "Look at me. It's me... Please, stay with me."

Amidst his panic, Amrod's thoughts raced, torn between his need to keep you awake and the realization that help was nowhere in sight. His brothers were distant, unaware of the tragedy unfolding. His heart pounded with a mix of despair and determination as he cradled your frail form, the weight of your life in his arms.

With a surge of strength born from desperation, Amrod lifted you into his arms, his steps unsteady as he navigated the dangerous streets. His voice pierced the air, a desperate cry for his brothers' aid. He ran, his breath laboured, his voice hoarse from both shouting and the sobs that escaped his lips.

"Help! Brothers, help us!" His words carried the weight of a thousand sorrows, a plea for salvation that echoed through the devastation. He shouted for you to hold on, his voice cracking as he fought against time itself.

But as he ran, your grasp on consciousness slipped further away, and your final word slipped from your lips like a whispered secret. His name, a bittersweet echo, was your last connection to the world you were leaving behind. Despite his cries, his heartache, he couldn't alter the inevitable. In his arms, your life slipped away, leaving behind a trail of grief that mirrored the city's sorrow.

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Argon

Everything was a haze of cold and white. The blizzard raged on, unyielding and merciless, as you all trudged forward. Shadows of exhaustion and determination mingled in the snow-covered expanse. The blizzard had trapped you all, leaving no refuge for rest, no shelter for solace. Each step felt like an eternity, your footprints fading into the abyss as you pressed on.

For a fleeting moment, you held Argon's hands, a connection that tethered you to reality. But the chill had wrapped its icy fingers around you, stealing your strength and clouding your senses. Your breath was a ragged rhythm, your body faltering beneath the weight of the storm. The ground seemed to shift beneath your feet, the world around you a blur of white and cold.

Argon's grip, once warm and steady, now felt distant and numb. Your fingers clung to his, but they were unresponsive, a testament to the relentless cold that had crept into your very core. The gloves that encased your hands were futile against the biting cold, their purpose lost as your sense of touch faded away.

His voice was a faint murmur beside you, the words carried away by the wind. And then, as if pulled by some unseen force, your body gave way, sinking into the snow. You were too weak to continue, your body begging for rest, even if it meant succumbing to the frost.

Argon's arms enveloped you, his embrace a desperate attempt to share what little warmth remained. His breath formed clouds in the frigid air as he held you close, his body a shield against the cruel ice. He wouldn't let you go, not here, not now. The promises of a future together echoed in his mind, a reminder of the life you both longed to build.

"Stay with me, Y/N," he pleaded, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and desperation. His eyes, filled with concern, scanned your features, the wind stealing his ability to shed tears for the suffering you both endured.

Your voice, meek and frail, barely reached his ears over the howling wind. You were slipping away, your words lost to the biting cold. He lifted you, his strength waning, and took the first step onto the treacherous ice. His determination was a flame in the midst of a blizzard, his arms cradling you, his heart fighting for both of you.

"We're almost there," he murmured, his voice strained as he pressed forward. Your weight grew heavier, a weight he knew was more than just physical. He sensed your spirit departing, the bond between you growing fainter.

He trudged on, each step an act of defiance against fate. The weight of your absence settled on his shoulders; a burden heavier than any snow. The wind's icy fingers clawed at him, but he forged ahead, a silent prayer on his lips. He carried you, your lifeless form a testament to the cruelty of the storm.

Argon's heart felt as though it would shatter, yet he pushed forward. He didn't cry out, didn't scream to the unforgiving heavens. Instead, he clung to hope, the flicker of a miracle that might wake you in the warmth of the distant lands. With each step, he carried you, his love a lifeline in the heart of the storm.

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Angrod

Angrod was hit hard by the news of your village being raided by orcs. He didn’t know how to process his emotions; all he knew was that he had to get there as soon as possible to protect you from harm. You were his little mortal, a nickname he affectionately gave you due to your lively spirit. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you to the cruelty of the world, especially at the hands of such vile creatures.

However, when he finally arrived at the scene, it was too late. The devastation was overwhelming, with houses reduced to ashes and chaos reigning. His heart sank as he surveyed the destruction, his mind racing to find any sign of you among the chaos. Panic gnawed at him as he realized that he couldn’t sense your presence anywhere, and that sent a chill down his spine.

He cursed his own slowness, regretting not having confessed his love for you sooner. If you were wedded, he could have felt your presence through the bond. If he had been braver, he could have prevented this, he thought bitterly, replaying the nights of shared whispers beneath the starry sky.

But then, he found you. Not too far from where your home once stood, you lay on the ground, wounded and bleeding. Angrod’s heart stopped at the sight of you in such a vulnerable state. He rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he knelt down beside you. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked at your pale face, your strength waning but your eyes still shining through the pain.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice heavy with grief. “I should have come sooner, should have protected you.”

He could feel rain starting to fall, as if the sky was mourning alongside him. He wanted to hold you, to shield you from the pain, but he knew he couldn’t risk making your condition worse.

Weakly, you lifted a hand to his face, your touch feeble but full of love. Blood stained your lips as you struggled to speak. “Don’t...blame yourself,” you managed, each word a battle against the pain that racked your body. “I’m...sorry...couldn’t defend...better.”

Tears streamed down Angrod’s face as he watched you fight through the agony. He cupped your hand against his cheek, holding on as if he could keep you from slipping away. He was overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, a feeling of being unable to save the one he loved most.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice breaking as he held you close. Rain poured down, mingling with his tears, a physical representation of his pain. He wanted to scream, to unleash his anguish, but all he could do was hold you and let his heart shatter. The rain, usually a symbol of renewal, felt like a cruel reminder of his loss, each drop echoing the ache in his heart.

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Rog

Gondolin was in chaos, flames devouring all he held dear. Amidst the chaos, Rog fought valiantly, his heart ablaze with determination to protect the home and people he loved. His hammer struck with a thunderous force; each blow a testament to his unwavering resolve. But amidst the fury of battle, a chilling sensation pierced his soul. His bond with you turned frigid, a sharp pang of fear and pain that rattled his core.

With a swift turn, he scanned the turmoil, his eyes landing upon a scene that stole the air from his lungs. An orc's foul blade had found its mark, and your figure crumpled against a wall. Rog's world shattered beneath him as if the earth had given way. He stumbled, his strength forsaking him like sand slipping through his fingers.

Rog charged through the chaos, a force of nature tearing through the battlefield. He didn't care about the orcs he cast aside, nor the path of destruction he carved. All that mattered was reaching you, holding you in his arms, and shielding you from the fate that beckoned.

"Y/N!" His voice cracked, a cry that pierced through the bedlam as he knelt by your side. His hammer dropped, forgotten, as his hand pressed against your wound, the pressure a desperate attempt to staunch the bleeding. He knew, deep down, that this wound was a harbinger of darkness, a toll that could not be undone. But he refused to accept it.

His gaze met yours, his eyes a storm of emotions. Weak but resolute, he spoke, his voice a whisper amidst the chaos. "It's going to be alright," he promised, his words carrying a weight beyond their syllables. "I'm here, Y/N. I won't let you go."

Tears blurred his vision, but he forced a smile, the tremor in his lips belying his own fear. "I'll save you, just like I promised. Remember? I'll always protect you, mírë." His voice wavered, the truth of his words echoing through the tumult as if to defy the very fabric of fate.

Your gaze met his, your voice a fragile melody that cut through the cacophony. "R-Rog," you sobbed, your pain etched in every syllable. "I'm scared. I don't want to leave...you."

He held you close, his arms a shelter from the chaos around. "You're not alone," he whispered, his voice a balm against your pain. "I'm here, Y/N. You'll never be alone."

And as the battle raged on, Rog clung to you, his presence a shield against the encroaching darkness. The world around faded, time itself seeming to stand still. In his arms, you found solace, the echo of his promise soothing your fears. You held on, tears mingling with the rain, as you let his song of love carry you to the edge of eternity.

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Galdor

Sirion was engulfed in chaos, the harsh clash of steel against steel echoing through the morning mist, shattering the tranquillity that once graced the city. The dawn’s pale light struggled to pierce the ominous clouds that gathered above, mirroring the sense of impending doom that hung heavy in the air.

Amidst the turmoil, you found yourself torn from Galdor’s side, a cruel fate forcing you apart as he valiantly defended his people against the ruthless Kinslayers. His heart raced, his mind consumed by worry, as he fought desperately to push back the enemy and ensure the safety of his home and loved ones.

But then, a sharp pang of agony sliced through Galdor’s consciousness, a chilling realization that you were in danger. His heart clenched, and his frantic eyes searched the battlefield, his feet carrying him through the chaos. He followed the invisible thread that connected him to you, each step heavier with dread.

Finally, he found you, your body sprawled on the ground, broken and bleeding, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Galdor’s voice caught in his throat, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief as he knelt beside you. Helplessness gripped him, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch your pale, blood-streaked face.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice choked with anguish. “No, please... no.”

Tears blurred his vision as he cradled you gently, his heart aching at the sight of your pain. He held you close, his voice quivering as he sang your favourite song, a melody that had always brought comfort and solace. His voice cracked, raw emotion lacing every note, as he tried to soothe you even as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Your eyes met his, your own gaze filled with love and a quiet acceptance. You couldn’t speak, the pain too great, but your smile spoke volumes. Tears mingled with the blood on your lips as you reached a trembling hand to touch his tear-streaked face.

Galdor’s heart shattered as he watched the light in your eyes dim, the life slowly slipping away from your fragile form. His voice faltered, his song becoming a mournful melody, a desperate plea for time to stop. He clung to you, his cries of anguish mingling with the battle’s aftermath, as he whispered his love for you over and over.

In your final moments, you held his gaze, your smile a bittersweet farewell. And as your hand fell from his cheek, Galdor’s voice broke, a heart-rending sob escaping his lips as he cradled your lifeless body. The world around him faded into a blur, leaving him alone with the weight of a love lost and a promise unfulfilled.

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Dad Hood - part 4

Jason is gearing up for patrol. He’d prefer not to leave Danny alone, but he needs to meet with his men to make sure that things run smoothly if he takes a break while he figures this whole situation out. Danny tugs on his jacket.

‘Where are you going?’ asks Danny. Jason doesn’t want the kid to know what he does, so he skims over it.

‘I’m just going to work, kiddo. Can you promise me you’ll stay in here? If you’re a good boy and stay in the appartement, I’ll bring home some Bat-burgers, ok?’

Danny says he wants Nasty burgers. Confused why a kid would want gross food, Jason ruffles Danny’s hair.

‘Ok, now go to bed, kiddo. It’s already late.’

Danny crawls into the bed that’s way too large for him. Jason thinks he really needs to get him his own room. Jason grapples out the window and activates the alarm. Time to get to work. He jumps and lands on a roof, dropping into a roll to cushion the landing. Making his way towards the warehouse where the meeting was taking place, Jason was certain that Danny would just sleep through the night. He’d have nothing to worry about.

Danny tries to sleep, but he just can’t. He gets up, bored. He tries to watch some tv, but all the channels are weird this time of night, so he turns it off. He plays a bit with Mr. Bun-Bun, but soon grows bored. He grabs some juice from the fridge, but the cold gives him an idea. He knows what to play!

Jason had a productive night. He told Bill to take charge of the more illegal side of Red Hood’s business. Sandy would take care of the charity stuff, she was good at that and always eager to help. Together, Jason knew he had nothing to worry about while he tried to sort out Danny’s case. After that he dealt with some thieves, got some kids back home, made sure his girls were ok, and then it was time to head back. After picking up burgers he was heading back home. On the way he checked in on comms. He did it once a night, otherwise his brothers would come and check in on him. Speaking of, it seems he was correct. Sounds like Dick still couldn’t believe how Damian managed to smuggle a whole penguin into the Manor. He’d almost gotten away with it if Alfred hadn’t decided to clean that particular bathroom. Damian still insisted that Sgt. Byrd would have been perfectly happy living in the Manor. As Jason climbed into his window he said that penguins can’t live in bathrooms.

‘They need lots of room and-‘ crunch. ‘Snow?’

Jason hung up. He looked down and saw that he had stepped in snow. In his living room. As Jason gets in completely he looks around, confused. How did all this snow get in here? He goes to the bedroom and sees the bed is empty. Worried, he calls out for Danny. Did Mr. Freeze kidnap him? Then Danny answers back:

‘I’m in here!’

Following the sound, Jason goes to the kitchen. There he finds Danny, happily making a snowman.

‘Jason, look! I made a snowman!’

Realizing there is no danger, Jason kneels down to Danny’s level.

‘I see that buddy. He’s got nice glov- are those my oven mitts?’

Danny says they are. ‘I couldn’t find any snowgloves!’

Jason smiles, it’s kinda cute. ‘Danny, where did you get the snow from?’ Danny says it came from his hands. Jason is confused.

‘Your hands?’

Danny gets exited: ‘I can make SNOW!’ He raises is hands and suddenly it is snowing in his kitchen. Jason takes out his black notebook, and writes down:

Accelerated healing

Invisibility

Cryokinesis

He puts the book back in his pocket and holds Danny’s hands to calm him down.

‘Hey Danny. I love the snowman, I really do. But can you promise me that, if you want to make a snowman to do that in the bathroom? It’s a lot easier to clean things up in there.’

Danny says he’s sorry, but Jason ruffles his head.

‘It’s ok kiddo. Now, who wants some Bat burgers?’

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