#tw-torture

[toranoya]

Bakugo captured!

Shinso watched Bakugo suffer for a bit before letting it go. “So nice seeing strong Bakugo on his hands and knees like this.” Shinso said as he hooked his arms under Bakugo’s armpits and lifted him back into a chair and began restraining him. 

It wasn’t really necessary of course, they had enough villains watching to make sure Bakugo wouldn’t get far, especially not without his Quirk. “You still with us Bakugo?” Shinso asked, lightly slapping Bakugo’s cheeks. “That’s it, take in that nice oxygen…”

@kingexplosionmurderbakugo Bakugo was limp in his arms as he was moved into a chair and restrained, not fighting him in the slightest. He was still fading in and out like his body hadn’t caught up yet that he had been released, deep abrasions and bruising was starting to appear on his neck. His face was flushed a bit and his head was dropping forward, he groaned a bit as his face was slapped and he was finally getting air back into his lungs. If he was forced to look at Shinsou, he would looked a bit dazed and barely hanging onto consciousness. = Shinso smiled as he grinned and slapped Bakugo some more before grinning as he brought his shoe up and put it between Bakugo’s legs, stepping on a sensitive part of Bakugo’s anatomy. “Come on Bakugo, you’ve been worse than choked, wake up…”

[myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19]

Part four of my fic about a whumpee with amnesia

Part Three Part Five

He didn't know what time it was but it felt like afternoon. Since he woke up he had been sleeping a lot and got tired quickly and easily, Theo said it was just part of recovery.

He had been staying with Theo for a handful of days now. He needed Theo's assistance often. Kind of made him feel useless and guilty. But he got used to Theo being around. He felt much better than when he woke but he had nightmares that he hasn't told Theo about. When he wakes up though and looks over to see Theo on the make shift bed it calmed him down like Theo was an anchor.

This day was different though when he woke up Theo wasn't there. He couldn't hear him outside the room or the bath. He got out of bed careful not too move too quickly his leg hasn't healed fully yet and he wasn't very strong. So he moved as best he could like the first time. He leaned on what he could to help him move on. Finally he got out of the bedroom and out into the living room. Now that he got a look at it, it wasn't that big but still it was okay. The kitchen and living room weren't far apart the were actually in one room .

His attention shifted to the sound of rattling at the door. Someone was trying to get in.

His heart became restless and sunk somehow with that happening he couldn't breath, his legs where close to giving out. He didn't know what to do.

The door opened, he moved back a bit but then breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Theo walk in.

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"hey. You're awake." Theo said stepping into the house. He breathed a sigh of relief. Theo was holding bags and they really had his hands full.

He walked in with the bags and shut the door with his leg. When he got in he just placed them on the floor.

"What are doing, you shouldn't be out of bed." He said looking sternly at his friend he looked like a nurse catching their patient out of bed.

"Sorry when I woke up you weren't there."

"Oh we were running out of stuff so I went to the store wanted to tell you but you were sleeping and I thought we would be back before you woke up." Theo explained.

He began walking to his friend. He reached his hand out to help him then his friend moved back slightly looking a little terrified.

"Sorry." Theo said stepping back a bit.

"No.........it's......it's okay." He reached his hand out to Theo then Theo helped him to the couch.

"If you keep moving your leg won't heal and last time this happened I had to treat your wounds again." He said setting him down on the couch.

"Sorry."

"Seat there. I'm going to put things away." Theo walked away from him and moved the bags to the kitchen and other rooms.

"So we have been thinking it's kinda weird for you to not have a name." Theo said from another room.

"Whose we?" He asked.

"Oh Yes me and our friend."

"Our?" That really didn't answer anything but he guessed it must of been someone he knew.

"Yes we wanted to think of a name for you. If that's okay."

"Uhm ok I trust you" He felt he could trust Theo probably because he was trustworthy before.

Theo looked down as if in shame with that statement. He was in the other room so he didn't get to show it. Theo heard the door open she must be here.

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"Okay then how about Haku?" A voice said from behind him. In the doorway was a woman also holding plastic bags. She was a tall, beautiful yellow brown skinned young woman with beautiful black hair in a afro but her most defining feature was the purple eye patch she wore. He felt happy seeing her relieved even, which was confusing.

He didn't say anything he just stared at her visibly confused.

"Hey buddy." She said walking in. She had a big smile on her face she looked happy to see him.

"Finally found a good place to park?" Theo walked over to her and took the bags she was holding.

'That's who he was talking about ' he thought.

"Yeah that wasn't easy though."she handed the bags to Theo after she walked over to the couch.

"I'm going to have to introduce myself. Hun? She said as she sat down next to him.

"I'm Choolwe." She introduced herself.

He felt somewhat guilty for not remembering her.

"I'm sorry I don't remember." He said nervously.

"That's fine. I'm just happy to see you're okay." She smiled softly. Her smile was so warm. It felt nostalgic.

"Why Haku?" Theo asked walking into the room. He sat down on the couch right across there's.

"It's the name of your favorite character in Spirited Away. You said you had a crush on him when you were a kid. I swear you watched that movie so much you knew each second of it and every word spoken." She said turning to him.

"You even tried to emulate Haku." She talked like she was speaking about a time back when. He wondered how long he knew her.

He still looked puzzled.

"Why not call me what you called me before."he asked.

"Well Theo..............." she turned to Theo a weird look on her face.

Theo chocked a bit when he heard what she said. He coughed a lot. Theo thought back to the bickering the mainly did which never resulted in them using names. Plus names were secret for security one name getting leaked is what lead to Choolwe getting an eye patch.

"Those were code names that really couldn't be used as normal names you know like eagle sparrow dance flamingo and shit." He finally said when his coughing finally left him.

"Oh we get the picture." She said as if she knew a secret. Then she turned back to him.

"Anyway, what do you think of the name?" She asked an expectant smile on her face.

"It's okay." Haku answered.

She looked happy that he took the name.

"Can we.............talk about what happened?" Haku asked looking at Choolwe obviously the eye patch was the elephant in the room well so was his memory loss and wounds.

"The wounds are still fresh let's wait a bit." Choolwe turned from him holding her eye. She still felt pain sometimes even though she shouldn't. She wasn't ready to relieve what happened neither was Theo.

There was a silence, kind of got awkward.

"I'll make us something to eat." Theo said trying to change the subject.

"Oh." Theo proclaimed stoping on his way to the kitchen "We got crutches. So you can move around. Not too much though. I still don't want you standing for too long." He opened the door again and leaned over to bring in a pair of crutches.

That would at least give him some agency to do things on his own. He thanked him with a slight nod and smile.

He looked over at Choolwe she didn't look as good as before.

He touched her shoulder. She looked at him. What happened was very bad. He just smiled and asked. "Could we watch the movie?" He was trying to do his his part to change the mood.

She smiled and nodded. She turned the TV on and checked for it on a streaming service.

The movie was good and even now he saw Haku's appeal. He was an amazing character. Haku too didn't know who he really was having part of his name stolen gave him something in common with him.

Theo brought in the food. She stayed pretty long. They talked about how he was before it felt like she was talking about another person it was a weird feeling.

After a while Haku started feeling tired. Choolwe noticed and promptly announced her time to leave so he wouldn't feel bad about being tired.

Theo helped him to the room, had him take his medicine and let him rest. He didn't like having such low energy.

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He didn't understand what was going on. He was too tired to try.

First he was moving fast. Then there was nothing again. When he woke up again, he was slung across someone's shoulder they were still moving him, kind of made him feel nauseous. Then he drifted off again.

They placed him on a chair his head falling forward as his hands were cuffed behind his back. He had been out for hours and the man that brought him was getting restless.

The he groaned and his eyes opened slightly, opening them was difficult.

It was hard for him to wake up his eyes were heavy and his mind hazy.

Then all of a sudden he was drenched in water, cold water.

He gasped at the sudden splash. That woke him up.

"Wakie wakie eggs and bakie." A voice said popping up in his face. The water made it hard to see but he knew who it was.

Oh yeah now he remembers.

"Shit who says that anymore." He said shaking the water out of his hair, he tried to move his hands then realized he was cuffed.

"I do." The man said a proud grin on his face.

"Don't ruin breakfast for me." He moaned

"Well you ruined my life so I'll ruin as much as I can to return the favor." He placed the bucket on the floor. Then moved away to a table.

"That's a little petty Grey." He retorted.

"Ahh who cares?well you do but that's not important" Grey rolled the table over to him.

"Look what I got." Gray said sounding excited. Gray motioned at the table a huge smile on his face.

This did not look good. On the table were a bunch of things that did not look pleasant at least for him. He recognized a taser, some chains and a whip.

"Don't worry there clean." Gray announced with a grin.

@luna-rein @irathgo

[loneheirscott-blog]

Taken-Selfpara

The hard part of waking up wasn’t necessarily the attempt at focusing again so much as it was the confusion and the sharp pain in her head still. The room was relatively normal all things considered, but she was aware there were more than the two people she saw in the room. It wasn’t about some wallet stolen anymore, but it was something bigger than that and Bellamy was pissed at her own self for not being able to do more. She was tied to the chair without anyway of doing more than waiting to see what happened next.

The guy who had been the main target in all of this was the one who approached her with what seemed like annoyance. Whoever they were after and trying to get out of the bar encounters obviously hadn’t been her. A threat was on her tongue but she bit her back as he approached her. One of the restraints on her arm was undone and the young hunter took the chance to try and hit the guy. It wasn’t much and if anything it fueled his annoyance. He grabbed her wrist while his other hand was positioned above her elbow. For a moment he didn’t do anything but stare her down with a sinister look in his eyes. Bellamy was about to snap at him when he made the next move.

Without flinching he broke her arm. The snap of her own bones seemed to register before the pain and she screamed as the white hot pain tore its way up her arm. It was only the start of what they were up to though as the torment didn’t end. Her arm was no use so no one bothered to tie that back to the chair. By the end of it she hadn’t had the strength to stay awake as the blood on her shirt and the blood on the floor was evidence enough that she was in real trouble this time.

[yinyangswings]

The Auror’s Daughter-Percival Graves Imagine

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Characters: Percival Graves

Pairing: None

Notes/Warnings: There is a torture scene between Grindelwald and Graves. This one I did mostly in Percival’s POV, but if anyone wants I could do it via the reader

Word count: 3556

Imagine: Requested by Anon ‘Can u do a Perceval Graves single father imagine? Please’. Hope this is okay!!

Tags: @aislinsekhem

Imagine that his wife, of only a few years, one that birthed him a healthy child died due to Dragon Pox. By some miracle, the pox missed you, but his wife, your mother couldn’t stand up to it…and died, begging Percival to raise their daughter. And he does…but he’s unsure that he can. Everything’s changing.

He stared at the four small girl curled up in her bed, a small lamp glowing dimly, swallowing roughly.

Today had been his wife’s funeral.

It had been a small ceremony, but he had had to hold back tears when (Y/N) had asked him repeatedly why Mama wasn’t waking up and she wouldn’t like being under the ground. She was too young to understand…and Merlin…he hated this. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to raise her, it was just he was unsure if he could. He was an auror, and would soon be taking over as Director of Magical Security. How could he of all people be there for her and raise her by himself when he was working in the MAC? How could he be a good father when he couldn’t stop her mother’s death? How…

He looked up when he heard a knock on the door. He looked back frantically as he watched (Y/N) shift tiredly and he briskly walked over to the door, a hand on his wand. Whoever he was expecting when he opened the door, his elderly mother, Elaine Graves was the farthest from his mind.

“Mother??”

“Hello Percival.” The aged matriarch of the Graves family said with a smile.

“What…what are you-”

“Now you don’t expect me to stay out in the countryside when my son and granddaughter are going through the process of grieving, do you?”

“…You hate the city.”

“I think I can put up with it for a little while. You just lost your wife Percy,” she responded setting her bag down, and looking back her son, “and you will need to adjust being a single father and balancing that with work. I’ll be here to at least ease the strain a bit.”

Percival was quiet, swallowing the lump in his throat down the best he could.

“Mother…”

“I won’t take no as an answer. Besides I want to see my granddaughter a few more times than once in awhile when Nora managed to convince you to leave work and come visit.”

He snorted weakly, but the sound broke away and Elaine glanced at him to see he was looking at the ground, his shoulders shaking.

“Oh darling…it will be alright. You’ll see…” She said softly, walking over to him, wrapping her arms around him.

“You’ll see…”

Imagine that both of you are struggling, a key figure in the both of your lives now suddenly gone. How what had once been tasks separated between two parents now rested solely on one.

The phrase ‘It will be alright’ was growing to be a challenge one to believe for Percival who had to get used to the role of both breadwinner and a single parent when he got home. Hey may have been an auror and had participated in the wizarding effort in the First World War, but Nora had been a homemaker of the two, and (Y/N) knew that, so while she was at most patient with him, she did occasionally grow annoyed with his habits, or she would just cry to cry and it would frustrate him. One night Percival returned home early, his mother having to leave as she didn’t feel all that well. Elaine smiled and patted his arm.

“She’s getting ready for bed.” She said and Percival glanced over towards the bathroom and Elaine chuckled, before nudging a book into his hands.

“The Tales of Beedle the Bard?”

“She loves it when you read to her. We were in the middle of The Wizard and the The Hopping Pot.” She said softly, blinking when her son continued to stare at the book. “What?”

“I forgot that…I just thought…I thought she was rebelling about going to sleep.”

“Oh…Percy.”

“I can’t do this.”

“This doesn’t sound like something the new Director of Magical Security would say, hm?”

“Mother, dealing with criminals and raising my daughter are two different things.”

“Yes, they are. But both involve confidence and patience, Percival. She’s just as much in new territory as you are.” Elaine stated softly, patting his arm. “Take things slow. They don’t have to be righted in one night.”

Percival sighed and nodded. She patted his cheek before exiting the home. Percival sighed before walking down the hall, slowing when the bathroom door opened and (Y/N) plodded out, wearing her nightgown, hair damp from her bath. She paused, blinking innocently at Percival who bent down, smiling tiredly.

“Hi Sweetheart.”

“Hi Papa…”

“I…figured out what you were trying to tell me last time…” He said softly, holding the book up and she cocked her head, “and I’m sorry for not remembering, Sweetheart. But…Grandma told me that you would want to finish reading The Wizard and the Hopping Pot. Is that alright?” He asked and his heart ached as her eyes lit up and she nodded rapidly. He picked her up, feeling her curl up against him as he reached her room and only then did she slide out of his grip and snuggled up in her blankets as he sat down on the edge. She shifted around, her tiny head resting on his forearm as he flipped the book open to where the bookmark was and began to read, softly and soothing. He kept going through story after story until he felt her grow limp next to him and looking down, seeing that her large (Y/E/C) had closed, her breathing evening out. Slowly, he closed the book and settled her back, tucking her in and smiled softly, kissing her brow. Yes…it’d be a struggle…but they’d work through it.

They were Graves.

They could do it.

Imagine that you visit him all you can at his work when you’re older. The aurors there are practically family to you. Little do you know that your visits make them want to work towards a better world for you to live in.

Percival sighed as he slumped back in his desk, rubbing his brow. Merlin, he could use a drink. Five cases, a mixture in status, two complete, one still being investigated, and two about ready to be completed. But all had one thing in common.

Death.

Growing unrest in Europe by the dark wizard, Gellert Grindelwald was beginning to make its way to America and it was causing more and more outbursts by rebellious wizards and witches.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

“Mister Graves, I have a little lady here who says she’s bringing you dinner.” His secretary commented and he looked up to see a now six year old (Y/N) coming in, barely reaching the woman’s hip. She beamed at the sight of him and he held back the chuckle.

“Thank you, Matilda.” He replied kindly and the woman left, leaving (Y/N) there who held up a bag.

“Ms. Trollope said she had extra!” She chirped happily and Percival withheld the sigh. Ms. Trollope, their elderly neighbor who had taken over babysitting when his mother returned to the countryside. Of course. He looked at his pocket watch.

“Am I that late?”

“I dunno.” She replied “Ms. Trollope needed to go shopping, so she said she’d drop me off here.”

“I see,” He replied with a smile, and then tapped a piece of paper that he pulled out, looking at the drawings on them “and this?”

“Another drawing!!” She chirped in response and he smiled.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm!” She remarked, still looking in the bag to see what exactly her nanny had left them, not noticing when Percival slowly opened a drawer filled with her drawings. It was an escape for him. Whenever the missions or the cases became too hard, too violent, when his faith in humanity was at its lowest, those pictures kept him going.

“So…what did you and Ms. Trollope do?”

“Went to the park. Saw some ruffians.”

“Ruffians? Who taught you that word?”

“That’s what Ms. Trollope calls them, mostly when Mr. Simon’s there. Ms. Trollope called him a ruffian too.”

“Well if any ‘ruffians’ try anything with you, Papa will make sure they stop.” He promised. Oh and he would definitely make sure that if any idiot was dumb enough to whistle at his daughter in his presence would learn a lesson with haste.

“Really?”

“Mhm. People who are ‘ruffians’ are bad. You have to look for someone who loves you and you love them.” He commented, taking out a small box with what looked like some bread and taking a bite out of it.

“Well, I do love someone.”

He promptly choked on said piece of bread. Coughing loudly he looked at her in panic.

“A-and that would be who?”

She giggled and skipped over to him and kissed his cheek.

“You, Papa!!”

He chuckled weakly, his heart slowly returning to its regular speed, kissing the girl’s brow.

“Well that’s good to hear. I love you too sweetheart.”

She beamed and giggled and he smiled as he sat her down in a chair, helping her with picking out some of Trollope’s dinner suggestions.

Imagine when a few more years passed, and you’re ten now and it’s 1926. And that year is the year that everything changes once again.

“Papa, is everything ok?”

He looked up and exhaled loudly, stretching as he took a sip from his mug. No, nothing was ok. His contacts from Europe were suggesting that Grindelwald’s followers were infiltrating America and the world was becoming a scarier place to raise a child in.

“There’s a bit of some stressful events going on at work. Nothing to worry about.” He muttered gently, smiling tiredly. But (Y/N) didn’t seem convinced.

“Does it have to do with that Credence boy? The one you’ve met a few times?” She asked, cocking her head to the side.

“He’s a different case.”

“I feel bad for him, Papa.”

Percival sighed, ruffling her hair as she cracked an egg open. She glanced at him, pouting slightly.

“Just be careful…” she muttered softly and he smiled.

“I always am. Be good alright? I’ll probably be home late.” He said and she nodded.

“Okay. Have a good day at work!” She called out and he waved before pulling on his coat and leaving, closing the door with a solid click.

If he had known what that day would bring, he would have stayed at home as he watched Grindelwald change.

“Now, don’t worry Percival. Your daughter will be in excellent hands, so you have nothing to fear.” Grindelwald remarked, finishing with his tie and glancing back at the bound man who was glaring at him, rage in his eyes, watching as Grindelwald’s transformation began to reach completion, horrifying realization weighing heavily on his shoulders and he jerked against his bindings again. “You’re only hurting yourself there, Percival.” Grindelwald commented kindly, walking around Percival.

“If you touch her, I swear, I’ll-”

“I’m afraid I’ll be taking your threat with a grain of salt, Percival.” Grindelwald said tying the gag around his mouth. “After all there isn’t much you can do at this point.”

All Percival could feel as he sat in the cell Grindelwald had left him in, bound and gagged, was panic chilling the blood in his veins, causing him to return to his struggles against his bindings in a desperate way only a father could. A madman was now in the same home as his child, and he didn’t know what Grindelwald would do to her.

His baby girl was now in the same home as a murderer…

And he couldn’t do anything about it.

Grindelwald made it a habit to tell Percival updates of what his daughter was doing when he came for more samples for polyjuice. One time, when he came in…he was annoyed.

“You’re daughter is rather impudent, I’ll have you know.” A voice echoed down the hall and Percival looked up blearily, his gaze darkening as Grindelwald came into his cell. His gaze never left the other man, watching as his face slowly distorted and melted away, blond hair replacing dark, dark eyes changing to heterochromic. He was exhausted and unsure how long he had been there, his head dropped back down, staring at his knees. Grindelwald glanced at the beaten man as though he had spoken.

“I suppose her rude nature comes from her mother, along with that ugly glaring.” He commented and Percival swallowed, pushing down the anger. “At the rate she’s going have that look stuck on her face…”

While a part of him was proud, because he realized that his daughter could sense something is vastly different about him at the moment, otherwise she wouldn’t be as rebellious around him, another part was terrified. It was clear, Grindelwald was growing either annoyed with her behavior, or suspicious.

And if he grew too suspicious, Percival feared what Grindelwald would do.

“Still…there’s a part of her I rather like. Stubborn,” Grindelwald commented easily, and Percival felt his stomach roll, “powerful too. Only ten years old, and I can sense it. Your bloodline runs strongly in her, no doubt about that. Not that I personally would have any use for her…but who knows, give it a few years…and I’m sure one of my followers could find some use of her.”

Rage sang in Percival’s blood and Grindelwald watched in amusement as the man’s head snapped back up and he strained against his bindings, blood dripping to the floor, his face red in his fury.

“No? Come now, Percival…she’ll have to marry eventually.” He teased. Percival struggled, letting out a muffled grunt, and he could feel his bindings seeming to snap from behind him. He took the chance and rushed to the surprised dark wizard and tackled Grindelwald, the dark wizard grunting in pain.

“You or your followers touch my daughter, I swear I-”

Grindelwald’s hand slammed into his chest, and a shrieking blast sent Percival flying backwards. He landed on his side, rolling a bit as he gasped for air, his chest burning as though someone had dug a white-hot spear into his side. He choked out a groan as Grindelwald walked over and pressed a foot into Percival’s wrist, aiming his wand down.

“Diffindo!”

Screams echoed in the room as a light green glow illuminated the room, sending ghostly shadows through the room.

“I can warn you now Graves.” Grindelwald said, wiping the blood that dripped from his chin when he was finally done as he stared at the wheezing man, finally removing his foot from Percival’s wrist, the latter’s body shaking from the pain he clutched over the bleeding side of his face. “If I’m discovered, I won’t go down without taking someone with me. And I think your daughter will be the perfect one to go with me, don’t you think?”

“D…don’t you…”

“You see Graves, that’s not something for you to order around now, is it?” Grindelwald said and Percival swallowed as a red glow began to grow at the tip.

“I have my own mission here, Percival. And I will not let you or that daughter of yours stand in my way.”

He didn’t know how long he had been down there now. Grindelwald had been strangely absent for awhile, making him wonder if he had completed his mission and was leaving him there to starve to death.

He thought he could hear voices. He was imagining it…he had to be.

“-aves!! Director Graves!!”

He forced his eyes open and looked up, the chains holding him down rattling loudly.

“We found him!! Over here!”

Percival flinched as bright lights lit up his cell and he covered his face, trying to see.

“Mr. Graves…”

And he almost wept at the familiar, friendly voice.

“Tina…” He rasped out and then his mind reconnected, almost as though a veil had been pulled away. “Tina, Grindelwald, he-”

“We know, we’ve already caught him,” Tina soothed, resting a hand gently on his arm, “everything will be alright, Mr. Graves, ssshhh…”

“Where’s my daughter?!”

“She’s safe, I promise.” Tina soothed, but Percival seemed to not hear her shaking his head, his shoulders heaving, Grindelwald’s threat ringing through his head and she finally took note of his injuries. “Merlin’s breath…what has he done to you…you must be freezing.”

Freezing? He was burning, everything was hot. But that didn’t matter.

He needed to know if (Y/N) was safe.

“No…you don’t understand, Grindelwald said-”

“(Y/N) is safe, I promise. She’s been staying with my sister and me.”

He heard the words, but they refused to attach to his mind, as his vision began to wane. He could hear them talking around him, but the world finally grew dark.

“I passed out because I was exhausted. I’m fine now.”

“Starved, beaten, fever, a destroyed eye, thank Merlin the monster didn’t take both, missing fingers…” the nurse listed to Seraphina Picquery as though Percival hadn’t even spoken, “but that’s not even mentioning the torture he’s probably gone through, and-”

“I’m not deaf!” He snapped. Stalling…they were obviously stalling. For what, he didn’t want to think about, Grindelwald’s threat echoing in his head. Tina could have easily just told him that (Y/N) had been staying with them to keep him calm.

The thought of having to bury his baby girl next to her mother was becoming a real possibility and-

A knock sounded on the door.

“Come in.” Picquery called out smoothly, cutting the healer off. The blonde woman that Percival recognized as Tina’s younger sister Queenie poked her head in.

“I brought…ah…hello, Madam President. Is it alright for…”

The healer seemed annoyed, and interrupted the young woman, “I don’t think-”

“I’ll allow it.”

“President Picquery, I must insist-”

“It’s probably the only thing that will calm Mister Graves down.”

“Stop acting like I’m deaf, Seraphina!” Percival snapped, not caring who he was addressing to at that moment, though she didn’t seem all that surprised, “Of all the things that I went through, I wasn’t deafened by Grindel-”

His rant cut off as the door swung further open and there stood his daughter, clutching Queenie’s sleeve, her eyes widening at the sight of him. It was like the world had just stopped for him and everyone in the room just vanished as he stared at her, his eyes darting to every visible piece of her, cataloging everything into memory, checking to see if there was any wound that Grindelwald had inflicted onto her. When he noticed how pale she was, something in him snapped and he struggled to get out of bed.

“Mister Graves, I implore you to stay in your bed, you can’t just-” Her warning was cut off as he had barely gotten his feet on the ground before the (Y/N) practically tackled him, clinging to him and sobbing.

Real. She was real.

Not dead, not hurt.

He clutched her tightly, pulling her close, ignoring his injuries, more concerned in seeing if his daughter was unharmed. Seraphina looked at the other two women. Unspoken was the command, but the others left with her, the door closing softly.

“Are you alright?” He rasped and she could only nod, clinging to him, “…did he hurt you?” He managed to ask, pulling away to make sure she didn’t lie to him, but her response was she a hard shake of her head and the tension in his shoulders vanished, replaced by relief.

“Oh thank Merlin…I’m sorry…I’m sorry that he was even near you. I’m so sorry.”

“No…I-I’m sorry…”

“What are you apologizing for?” He whispered, brushing his thumbs against her cheeks. She sniffled as she looked at the bandage on his face.

“I-I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know what…and I didn’t tell anyone. I’m so sorry, Papa. I should have-”

“Ssshhh…you did nothing wrong,” he promised, “alright? I don’t know what he would have done if you said anything…it’s better you didn’t say anything about your suspicions.”

And Merlin, he didn’t want to imagine what Grindelwald would have done.

“…Are you alright?” She finally asked, her tears slowly stopping, her eyes glistening. He sighed, debating on lying to her…but it would be cruel to her since he wouldn’t be able to sleep for a long while.

“No. I’m not. I don’t think I’ll be…fine…for awhile, Sweetheart. But that’s not your fault.” He added quickly as she sniffled, “Okay? That’s not your fault in the slightest.”

“But if I-”

“No. Sweetheart, keeping you safe was the most important thing to me.” He interrupted, and she sniffled again. "I'll be alright. I promise. I promise."

“…it will be alright. You’ll see…” He said softly, repeating what his mother had told him years ago.

“You’ll see…”

It’s not a completely happy ending. While physically Percival Graves is discharged after a few weeks later with a clean bill of health, mentally and emotionally he still needs to heal, his mind ever fragile. You’re right by his side to help along the way, ever the loyal daughter. You knew things would never be FINE, at least fine the way you had grown used to. But there would be a different fine, eventually…

You were Graves.

You knew both of you could do it.

It was in your blood.

[toranoya]

Kiko

@xxheroes-in-trainingxx​

It wasn’t long before the cell door opened and a bound and bloodied Hawks was tossed in to the floor. He was dressed only in his boxers, cuts and bruises showing on his pale skin.

The guard pointed at Kiko. “You, do what you can for him. You got a few hours before they torture him again. For his sake, I hope you do good work.” The man said as he slammed the door shut again, leaving them alone...

[toranoya]

Transformation into the Parademons on the Apocalypse | Justice League: War

(Oh my crumbles, looks unpleasant.)

[loneheirscott-blog]

Where: Somewhere in Mystic Falls When: Afternoon of February 13th Mentions: Sofia, Levi, Shawn

Bellamy knew about the carnival but she wasn’t up for it. She was still nursing her wounded pride from her encounter with Shawn and had instead opted for a day in with some take out food and movies. Why not? On her way back to her home, however, someone else had other plans...

Bellamy felt something collide with the back of her head but everything was black after that. When she came to she was somewhere else entirely. The room held a moldy stench to it that made her stomach turn. Her wrists were bound and hung above her head from one of the beams connecting on the ceiling. Her head was throbbing, but that was just the beginning of it all unbeknownst to her.

A scream tore from her throat as a older man took the tip of the hot fire poker to her stomach. 

“Good. You’re up. You think it was funny what you did?” he asked, tossing the poker down and seeming to contemplate what else he may want to do. “It’s disgusting.” “Gonna have to elaborate on that one,” Bellamy snapped. “Turning on a fellow hunter, bitch. How can you call yourself one now?”

That was what this was about? She was angry to say the least. Sofia had to have said something if the mention of it had spread. She wasn’t sure of whom the guy  was but he was going to be dead soon if he didn’t change his plans.

“What? Nothing else to say?” he challenged.

She didn’t. She wasn’t about to defend her actions to a stranger. So what if no one else understood? She didn’t care. What she was doing though was planning an out with every move the guy made. Evan through hours of torture that left her bruised and battered did she not say anything to him. She waited until he finally misstepped. 

He turned his back on her to clean the blood off a knife and she was finally able to use her arms to pull herself up and kick him in the back. He stumbled right into his little table with tools; knocking several things off in the process. She had been twisting and working on the ropes over the last couple of hours and had finally had it enough to tug hard and get herself out. 

“Who said I was even a hunter anymore?” Bellamy snapped as she went and smashed the guy’s face into the table.

Once, and then twice to knock him unconscious. Was everyone really going to try and change her mind? Try and tell her she was wrong for her decision? It built up with the anger and frustration at everyone else and she couldn’t handle it anymore. She wanted to smash the guys face in but she only resisted because a darker thought crossed her mind. 

Finding her phone among other belongings on a chair in the room she sent Levi a text. Maybe they called him a psycho and they were right but Bellamy? They hadn’t seen anything just yet...