captivity

"Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf." An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

Dean Winchester plans on proposing to his summer fling, Lisa Braeden. He buys a ring, against the advice of best friend Charlie Bradbury, and books a table at an expensive restaurant. Before he can propose however, Lisa breaks up with him. His pride wounded, Dean drives out to the coast, gets liquored up and throws the engagement ring into the ocean. When he goes in to retrieve it, he heads too deep and that should be the end of the story. He shouldn’t end up back on the shore, coughing up seawater with a beautiful young man tending to him. Dean doesn’t know where this man came from or who he is but he gives him the engagement ring as a thank you for saving his life. He never expects to see the guy again, but two days later he gets a call from the local Sheriff about a strange man she's picked up wondering naked in town with Dean's wallet and ring on him. The guy’s name is Castiel and, much to Dean’s surprise, he’s a mermaid.

When Daemon Targaryen found himself crowned King, his first real decision was to make sure his niece was safe. If it meant putting her in a tower - then so be it. Little did he know back then how much he would enjoy keeping their life a secret - even when it no longer involved just her.

"Under the terms of surrender, you are obligated to keep me alive," Alfonse warns. "Of course I will keep you alive, little prince," Veronica says. "After all, you wouldn't be much fun to me dead. Oh yes, you should know that I keep all of my playthings in fair condition—barring a little bit of—” She pauses here, pretending to think up an appropriate term. "Rough play." ——— Princess Veronica knows her father wanted her to unite the world of Zenith under the Emblian flag, but he never saw that pretty little prince from Askr. Conquering a kingdom is tedious work, though, and she's been awfully lonely lately... ——— Chapter 21: He shudders and pulls his arms around himself. He hadn’t known, back then, just what his imprisonment would entail. How could he have? He couldn’t even conceive of such brutality as to what has since been inflicted upon him. He had been naïve, innocent, and so foolishly, stupidly optimistic. That had been his mistake. He won’t make it again.

"It’s normal. Spending every waking second watching Hale is normal. In many ways, Hale is his whole universe: tracking his movements, waiting for what he does next, wondering what he’s thinking. The only outside stimulation he gets otherwise is the shower visits, and even then it’s only when Chris is the one taking him that he gets any engagement. Stiles knows Hale like he knows the water pipe. The sixty two bars that line the side of their cage. Like the minute of cold water that hits Stiles’ skin before the heat finally comes in the shower block. " Held in an Argent facility, never knowing who he can trust, Stiles pays for his survival with the only currency he has.

“His name was Tim.” Dick said. “And when he was your age, he looked just like you. You know, my buddy Tim was teaching himself ASL because sometimes he found it hard to talk. Is he the one who taught you to use it?” There was no reaction at all this time, the boy once again completely silent. Even his breaths were unnaturally quiet, as if he had been trained not to ever make a sound. “I haven’t seen Tim for a long time.” Dick said. “Years, to be honest. I saw him at Gala’s mostly, and I remember we hid beneath the punch table, gorging ourselves on sweets. Do you like candy, Bud?” Dick wasn’t sure if the kid had ever had candy in his whole life, his muscles were nearly non existent and he weighed enough to be blown away from the wind. Given how his arm was still bleeding, Dick was honestly getting a little worried that his body wouldn’t be able to tolerate it for much longer.---After being missing for seven years, Tim Drake is found to have been held captive within his own house the entire time. Dick convinces Bruce to take him in, remembering the child that he had once seen at banquets, the child who had become his friend, the friend who now needs love and support to heal and feel safe.

Gordon handed him a case file; he opened it. Underneath the beige cover was a face more than familiar to him. He kept his poker face, lips still. “Bruce Wayne. I take it you know who he is?” “From the papers, yes.” Feigning ignorance, even though he knew the answer by heart. “He’s missing. ” The Batcave had its own little prison Dick had built for his mentor: bulletproof glass from all sides, all digitally locked chains on Bruce’s limbs. It wasn’t the easiest task to take over Bruce’s life. To navigate the mystery that Bruce had made of the man he’d been, Dick had to give up his life as Nightwing permanently, even convincing his friends and former teammates of his fabricated death story. It was worth it, for this.