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[unluckiestmember]

Arcane x Ransom! Reader

Summary: How would the Arcane characters react if the reader was held for ransom?

Characters: Jinx/Powder, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Sevika, Silco and Licker (mention).

Warning: Slight cursing and suggestive themes/implied sexual themes.

A/N: I literally got the idea for this request from Helluva Boss, particular episode 6 of season 2. I hope you all enjoy this though, I know I did!

Powder/Jinx

“You have who?! Where are they?!… You want me to pay you for them? Oh I’ll pay you alright!”

Jinx doesn’t take the idea of you getting hurt lightly. She already is super overprotective of her little trinket, so when she heard that you were being held for a price, she wasted no time grabbing Pow-Pow, Zapper and a bunch of chompers to aid her in her “heroic rescue” for her princess/prince. As soon as she is where you are held, you don’t have to see her to know she’s there for you. Don’t expect any talking, just laughter and hollers followed by gunfire, screams for mercy and explosions.

Before you know it, the Loose Cannon is standing in front of you, pulling you into the tightest hug ever and dressing your face with kisses. She will ask you countless questions while freaking out, beating herself up over you being in such a position. But when she feels you touch her and assure her you’re okay, she’s on cloud nine. As soon as she laces the area with bombs to blow it to kingdom come, she’s back at her hideout, being super affectionate and touchy the entire night. Don’t expect anyone to be touching you for months unless they want their head blown off.

Violet “Vi”

“… What?… You… You just pissed off the wrong woman.”

First word that you were kidnapped, Vi wasted no time hunting your captors down and beating them to a bloody pulp. The woman is like a bull seeing red knowing you were somewhere cold and scared away from home and her arms. So until you were back to her, anyone was able to get a personal greeting from the pink haired fighter. Vi is pretty merciful, but in situations like this, she isn’t afraid to push the envelope by giving life threatening injuries to the bastards that hurt you.

When she found you, she didn’t bother asking any questions or giving any money to your kidnappers, unless they counted a mouthful of fists and kicks as payment enough. When she’s done with her punishment, she’ll immediately scoop you into her arms and take the both of you back home, where she checks you for injuries and asks if you are okay. Please comfort her. She may act all tough and cool, but the situation scared her due to thinking she lost you just like everyone else. As soon as she knows you are alright, she’ll promise no one will ever do that to you again.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“You kidnapped Y/N? Why would- Who do you think you are? You better let them go right now!”

Caitlyn was used to people being kidnapped on the job, having to save them or negotiate with criminals for their safety. But she would have never imagined such a thing happening to you of all people. When she was told you were being held for ransom, she understandably panicked before taking deep breaths and thinking of how to get you back to her. The enforcer can easily scrounge up the money for you to be freed, because you were more important than any coin that reaches her pockets.

So when she arranges a meeting with your kidnappers and finds you so scared, she finds it hard to stop herself from grabbing you and making a run for it. If the kidnappers pull a fast one on her though, all bets are off and bullets are flying. When she has you back, she will watch you like a hawk and be on the defensive for a while. But if you assure her enough that you are okay, she will lighten up. On the bright side, after the incident she’s more romantic and spends more time with you in and out of work.

Viktor

“Look, I’m sure we can talk about this. I’ll get you the money, just. Please don’t hurt them…”

Viktor beat himself up when he heard you were taken away from him for monetary purposes. He just doesn’t understand how he would let this happen- How he would let someone easily take you under his nose and put you in harm’s way?! He could’ve waddled in his sorrows, but he couldn’t. He had to save you and he had to act fast! It would hurt him, but he would ask for assistance from Jayce and the council if he can. And if they can’t help him? Well. Maybe it was time to break out those so-called dangerous machines Heimerdinger warned him against using.

When he finds you, he’s wasting no time trying to negotiate a way around matters so you could be freed. And if those negotiations don’t go according to plan, then he’ll use his machinery and his brain to outsmart the criminals into freeing you. When you are back together, he’ll just. Hold you. Like you are a precious gemstone. He’ll promise you this will never happen again. No one will ever lay their hands on you again…

Jayce Talis

“Is this supposed to scare me? If anything, you should be the one scared- Do you know who I am?!”

Jayce does not take threats lightly, especially when it comes to his family, friends and his loved ones. As soon as he was told you were held for Ransom, he let his anger and determination to get you back fuel him to do anything to send a message and bring you back to safety. You will immediately know your boyfriend got the message because in a matter of hours, enforcers are barging into the area you were held like they were entering a war, shooting, punching and slamming anyone who got in their way from their goal; You.

And Jayce is in the middle of it all, swinging his hammer without remorse before running to your rescue as your knight in shining armor. As soon as you grab his hand, he’s walking you back to his place casually through the enforcers destroying everything in their sights and leaving a message for the assholes that took you; Never. Ever. Touch the councilman’s lover. Don’t expect to go anywhere without guards following you if Jayce isn’t, whether you want to or not. Jayce just can’t take the chance for you to be taken again. Is it extreme? Yes. But it was worth it.

Sevika

“Ransom? Seriously? Please, that’s nothing. And I’m about to show you why.”

When it comes to ransom, Sevika wasn’t new to having her friends or past lovers be kidnapped for money. So when she heard you were being held hostage, she casually grabbed her poncho, fixed her arm for a brawl and headed outside to round her co-workers up. When she found you and the ones that took you, she wasted no time kicking in the doors and sicking her co-workers on everyone before she made her way towards you after knocking some skulls in. She’ll ask if you are okay and especially check you for any injuries before grabbing you and joking how you found yourself in this predicament.

The fight rages on as soon as she places you outside for safety. Saving you wasn’t enough. No, she needed everyone to know that when someone messes with you, they have to deal with her and the rest of Zaun. When everything is over and done, Sevika will take you both back home and treat any injuries you want before kissing your cheek and simply talking as if you weren’t kidnapped to begin with. If you think she doesn’t care, then hoo boy. The way she’ll treat you that night in bed will make you think otherwise.

Silco

“Hmm… If I were you, I’d beg for mercy when I get there…”

Silco is never one to be threatened because he’s always the one making the threats. Hearing about you being held for Ransom made him immediately go on the move to round up Sevika to follow him in bringing you back to him. If he gets there and doesn’t find you anywhere, he will deliver a silent signal to bring the house down. But if you are present, then he won’t need violence to be delivered by his Right Hand. He’ll just need to put the fear of gods into your kidnapper.

He’ll paint them a picture of how he’ll find their families and let them listen to the melody of their bones breaking. How he’ll have Licker carve paintings into their bodies and let them choke on their own blood as they beg for mercy. What do they think of that? They wouldn’t like that at all. As a matter of fact, they would hate it so much that they would release you and fade from existence right there. As soon as you are back to Silco, he’s going to take you back home as if this was only a minor inconvenience. But as soon as you two are behind closed doors, he can’t help from keeping his hands to himself and make promises against your skin.

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[yarnabee]

THE DOCTOR HEADCANNON — BEING HIS PLAYTHING.

harley sawyer ( the doctor ) x reader

tags/warnings: sfw (15+), light gore, torture/impact, power imbalance, degradation, abusive behaviour, posessive behaviour, kidnapping i suppose

sawyer is a HUGE jerk to everyone, including to his own little precious plaything, you. of course, such a cold, dense body made out of metal wouldn't make sense if it had a heart, wouldn't it?

besides.. your timid reactions to his sick, little experiments were what piqued his interest in the first place. what a lovely sight it is to see a flesh roaming around his prison like a helpess, pathetic rat who lost its way home. whether you writhe, yelp, whine, sob, or scream.. it's all melody to his ears.

he loves purposefully letting you escape from his lair, making you think that there's still hope to escape his hellish prison. just as you thought you were free of his grasp, he'll pin you, his beloved trophy, down—his mechanical figure hovering over you, eyes daunting as it pierces towards your cowardly ones, squeezing your neck tightly with his iron first, making sure that you knew there's no use fighting someone much stronger than you are. oh, how he loves watching the glint of hope fading from your pupils—dulling them with fear instead. he'd purposefully taunt you, mocking you with his laugh as it echoes through the hallways, "you really thought you could escape me, hmm? what an interesting thing you are, little rat."

oh, how he loves turning every single thing into a game that he knew you'd lose from the very beginning. it's amusing to see how you'd react time to time, whether you try to fight back or whimper out of fear, he feasts on it nonetheless. he'll purposefully make you play hide and seek with him, taunt you with his creaking footsteps, then having his way with you once he got his fingers wrapped tightly around you—dragging you into his lair once again as your fights and cries means nothing to him. "don't try to fight, little rat. i know you're at least smart enough to understand why."

don't get him wrong, though. just because he's able to leave cuts and bruises all over your delicate skin doesn't mean any of those filthy creatures roaming outside has the right to leave a scratch on you, not even a single one. oh, how sawyer wouldn't even think twice to rip appart the limbs off those past experiments who still roams in the area, who dares to touch you without any permission. you're his plaything, and only his. no one else.

the doctor wants you to DEPEND on him, just like how yarnaby depends on him and obeys him like a God. he wants your pathetic self to see him as YOUR lifeline, as he purposefully brings the necessities you need such as food and medicines, his mechanical joints placing them gently next to you without saying anything. afterall, he needs his little lab rat on good condition to play with, no?

at times where he's not running any 'experiments' and 'games' on you, he always kept you inside of his lab—no contact is allowed without his permission. he'd occassionally let yarnaby roam around and get used up to your presence, but he won't let you or it get too attached to each other.

he barely speaks to you, his answers are either mockery or straight degradation. you never really ask him anything about his motives too, he never liked it when you were curious. "say, little rat, i'd be amused if you hadn't learn what happens to curious little rats who gets too nosy."

a little fun fact; the doctor can easily destroy you if he wanted to. he always lets you know through his grips—how he's controlling it steadilly, letting you know that if he puts just the littlest more effort into squeezing you, you'd have your bones crushed within seconds—and he makes sure that you always remember that at all times.

"now, little rat, go on and amuse me. let's see what else i can get out off you."

[dinogoofymutated]

Hi there! I'm currently watching the original X men series to catch up to 97, and I'm in love with Gambit.

Would it be possible to ask for Remy and reader to be on a secret mission, and the Ole "make out so they don't suspect us" trope comes in, and gambit kinda (obviously) has feelings...?

It could be sfw or nsfw, either is perfect! Thank you for all that you do, I've been trying to find fics for the xmen for a while 🙏🙏

Kinda spicy! Gambit/GN!reader

YESS!! YESSSS!!! I legit had a dream about this situation with remy the day before you sent me this ask and I was cackling in joy when I saw this! I basically hyperfixated on it because I love this trope.

TWS: sexual themes n shit, no explicit smut. As always, reader written while picturing fem! but no specific pronouns mentioned. Semi-public making out and touching. Nipples be touched but size and type of breast not mentioned.

-Ps- reader can see heat signatures for plot purposes. I usually try to keep powers ambiguous but it was a NEED!

"In here, quick!" Remy's thick draw catches your attention, just before he yanks you into an alley. The two of you were in New Orleans, looking for a specific mutant Xavier wanted to talk to. The only downside was that Remy still had a warrant out for his arrest, and wanted posters plastered all over the city from bourbon Street to the garden district.

"Don't worry Cher. You said. NOPD 'dumber than a sack of rocks, you said!" You gripe at him. Remy laughs, tugging you around the corner. The alleyways on Burbon street are mostly private areas, owned and sealed off by the bars that line the storefronts- but Remy knew this city like the back of his hand. However, things had changed since he was here last. That became apperent when the two of you reach the end of the alleyway and there's a brand new brick wall, a dead end.

Remy curses and skids to a stop, causing you to slam into his back. You send him a dirty look as you whip around, eyes adjusting to the brick surroundings. It's hard to make out the figures of the cops through the walls of the busy bar in in front of you, too many people crowding the street for drinks even this late at night. You strain your eyes a bit, but are able to make out the stiff-shouldered men, heat signature slightly elevated from booking it after the two of you. Unfortunately, they're headed towards the mouth of the alleyway.

"Damnit." You mutter, turning back to Remy. He understands what you mean just by looking at your face. He hums, thinking for a moment before he begins to take out a playing card. You grab his arm to stop him, trying to ignore how warm his skin is against your own.

"Don't. The explosion will just lead them to us." You say. Remy nodds, glancing at the corner before suddenly caging you against the wall of the alleyway. You try not to blush as he does so. Remy smirks at you, and you think your heart might just explode. You remind yourself that this is standard Remy behavior, but it doesn't stop your face from heating up. You can only hope it's too dark for him to see you properly.

"Well, there is another way we could fool those pigs." Remy says, quieter than before. You cock an eyebrow at him before looking back over in the direction of the alleyways opening, able to spot the cops as they begin to enter. In your peripheral, you see Remy running his fingers through his hair to flatten it. You open your mouth to ask him what he has in mind, but the sound of footsteps cut you off.

"-Well, if you're going to do something, you better do it quick!" You whisper back at him. Remy pushes you further against the cold brick, his hands drifting down to your waist as he leans over to wisper in your ear.

"Trust me, Cher. I'll take care of you." His words cause goosebumps to rise at the back of your neck, and you hardly have time to react before he's kissing you. Your eyes are blown wide, heart thumping wildly as you start to slowly relax into the kiss.

Unsurprisingly, Remy is a really, really good kisser. It's hard to focus while he's touching you like this, kissing you deeply like he loves you. He nips at your lip, and you gasp, having forgotten about everything else already. His tongue darts into you mouth, caressing the skin he finds there. You let out a small moan as one of his hands drifts lower, caressing your thigh and hiking your leg up just a bit. Your own hands slowly slide up his chest, drifting to his neck.

The heat in your chest is unbearable when Gambit separates from the kiss, a string of spit connecting your mouths before he wipes it away, nothing but affection on his eyes. You're panting for breath while he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then lower. Remy places wet kisses on your neck, sucking and biting as he tries to swallow you whole. You thread your hands through his soft hair as his does so, fully encouraging him to ravage you in whatever way he would like. One of his hands begins to slide under your shirt when a cough startles you out of your heated state.

Your first instinct is to turn towards the noise, but Gambit is quick to cup your cheek and pull you into another heated kiss before your head could move a centimeter. He keeps you occupied as his other hand fully caresses the skin beneath your shirt, squeezing and caressing your chest. You hear another exhausted sigh from the cops. You crack and eye open slightly, knowing they cant see you do so in the dark. One of them begins to raise his voice, but the other smacks him on the shoulder.

"Just another pair of drunks. We've got bigger things to worry about right now." The cop says. You could practically hear the other roll his eyes before they turn to and walk away. Gambit brings your attention back to him and only him when you feel a finger brush lightly against your nipple. You gasp, and Remy chuckles, playfully biting your lip as he pulls away. He's smirking as he looks at you, and you can only imagine what you look like right now.

"Looks like you enjoyed that." He teases, voice low and husky. You can't seem to pull your thought together properly when he's looking at you like that. You nervously look away, hands playing with his collar.

"And if I did?" You ask, glancing back at him to gage his reaction. He looks surprised at first, face morphing into a lovestruck smile before he tries to cover it up with a smirk. Didn't stop you from being able to see the heat rise to his cheeks, however.

"Then gambit thinks we should do this more often."

[kissandtellus]

Warning, Bite Risk: Ch. 4

ೃ⁀➷ Synopsis: MC takes Caleb to a Hybrid Specialist that she has a certain…past with. Caleb shows just how far he’s willing to go to protect the one he cares for. But Dr. Zayne isn’t going to let her go that easy.

ೃ⁀➷ Warning: Angst, Possessive behavior, Zayne is introduced and his personality is more like ‘Dawnbreaker’, talks of PTSD, talks of experimentation.

Tags: @mcdepressed290 , @seventeen-x , @rorel1a , @skylarkse, @blorbohunter , @teacupwaifu

Days had passed since that night. MC researched every possible local Hybrid professional in the area. But deep down she knew exactly who might be able to help her.

Her childhood friend, and ex, Dr. Zayne.

Zayne, a young, dark-haired man with a sharp and calculating gaze that seems to stare right through you, opens the door of his clinic. He's wearing a lab coat over a white shirt and tie, and a name tag that has his title.

He's holding a clipboard, probably getting ready for the next patient, and he's looking over a file as he talks, but the moment she says her name his eyes snap up to her.

"MC?" He asks, surprised.

"It's... been a while." He says carefully, and his eyes are sharp and focused. He doesn't need to say "you didn't call" for MC to know he's thinking it.

It's true, they used to be best friends, but then things had changed... and then MC had left. Zayne was always trying to fix things, she'd been trying to run from her past. Now she's here, asking for help.

"What can I do for you?" He asks with a hint of coldness.

Zayne’s cold blue eyes looks to the massive Malinois Hybrid standing beside her. He’s wearing baggy clothes but he dwarfs most of all the Hybrids that come through his clinic.

MC has him on a short leash, his face covered with a muzzle. “You are the only one I could think of that might help…”

Zayne hesitates. It's not that he doesn't want to help, or that he even feels he has any reason to deny her. He just genuinely doesn't know if his clinic and medical skills can really help the Hybrid in front of him, who is obviously mentally broken.

Still, she is his old friend, and someone he used to wake up to every morning and he can't just turn her away.

He motions to the hallway behind him. "Bring him in."

The room they enter looks like a small vet's office, with a metal table, a few tools, and the normal medical equipment.

Zayne closes the door, and then takes the leash from MC and leads Caleb over to one side of the table.

"Sit." He commands harshly. His voice is firm, and Caleb immediately obeys. It's clear he understands that he's not in charge here. He's a patient. But his ears still flatten against his skull, teeth bare at the doctor.

HIS precious MC was around another male that wasn’t him. again.

Zayne seems unimpressed at the growling, and walks over to a cabinet and takes out a syringe.

"Now. You need to stay calm. Otherwise, she can't stay in here," he says firmly to Caleb, who seems to understand. His gaze flits to MC, and he lets out a small whine, as if that will change Zayne's mind.

The doctor scowls, and puts the syringe in Caleb's neck. It's fast, and he pulls it out before Caleb can even react. The Hybrid slumps, sedated.

"What, uh, what did you give him?" MC's voice is tight with worry.

Zayne pulls out another syringe. "A muscle relaxer. I can barely be around him when he's acting like this, it's not safe. For either of you. And for what I need to do. I need to perform a CT scan, for starters."

He gestures to the door with his eyes. "You can be in the waiting room, but first, tell me how you came across a Military-Grade Hybrid."

"He... He escaped the Farspace Fleet." MC says, but she can't help but look a little worried. "The shelter said he had...mental damage. From years of combat. But, he's so docile with me. When it's...when it's just the two of us."

She bites her lip, looking between the unconscious Caleb and Zayne.

"You can't trust a Military Hybrid, MC." Zayne says, looking down at the now sleeping Caleb. "They're a lot like dogs. If they get too used to you...they're protective of what's theirs."

His eyes turn towards her, and she can see the anger and the hurt in them. "You know this. You know they'll bite the hand that feeds them."

He shakes his head, and sighs. He hands her a piece of paper with a list of instructions. "This is what he needs."

MC scans over the list, and her eyes widen.

"Zayne, he has...he has to eat so many calories a day? And he has such a specific meal plan! I can't just-"

He cuts her off with a sharp look. "I know. He looks like he was almost starved." he says, and a hard look in his eyes. "But he's still a hybrid and a member of the Farspace Fleet. He's used to hard work, and he's strong. A few weeks of proper nutrition and training will have him fighting fit again."

“I don’t know what to do with him. Maybe…Maybe I can train him to fight Wanderers with me. But he’s- he’s so territorial over me.” She admits with a soft sigh, looking at Caleb who’s snoozing away.

Zayne looks over the chart he has already, and he nods slowly. "He wasn't designed to be a companion Hybrid." He murmurs, glancing back at MC. "And he certainly wasn't trained to be friendly either. You need to understand that he is not a pet."

He looks down at the hybrid who still has a muzzle on. "They were supposed to send him to the Farspace Fleet for evaluation. They didn't want to waste resources on a Hybrid who is defective."

“He said something about his former Handler. Said he…died. I think they were close but-he won’t tell me anything….” She trails off, pushing a piece of Caleb’s hair out of his face

Zayne frowns, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thinks about it. "That's not good. A bond broken with a deceased Handler could be the cause of some of the behavioral problems you've been seeing."

He bites his cheek, his brow furrowing in thought. "It's possible he's looking for a new one." His eyes flick back up to her. "And it looks like he thinks it should be you."

MC takes a deep breath. “I won’t let the Farspace Fleet take him back.” She looks at Zayne, the man she’d broken off her engagement to almost a year ago to the day.

"You'd be better off without this... complication." Zayne says, his eyes never leaving the hybrid. "They'll find out eventually, and they'll come for you, MC. You can't keep him for long."

"You and I both know that I'm right." He says with a small smile. He seems to have a lot of faith in himself, which isn't exactly unwarranted. His eyes meet hers. "If you get too attached, it's going to hurt when they take him away."

"I won't let them take him." MC repeats, her voice firm.

Why is she fighting this so hard? Isn't Zayne correct?

But she can't deny that there's a part of her that likes the way he clings to her. She can't help but feel that she's important, that she's the only one he needs.

"I can't turn my back on him." She says it for the first time since this started. "He... He needs me."

Zayne gives a cold laugh and drags his glasses down off of his face. “What about when I needed you? Hm?”

At this, MC's heart sinks. Zayne is still not over it?

She had ended things with him because of a lot of reasons, but... she was never truly honest about her biggest reason. She was scared. She wanted to be with him, so badly, but she had to find out what the Protocore in her heart was.

Why she was held in a lab for so long as a child?

But she'd been honest with him, she just hadn't told him everything.

She sighs and speaks softly. "You knew it wasn't going to work out, Zayne. If nothing else, we're just too different."

"I thought we worked well together." Zayne says, his voice softer than she's used to hearing it. Then again, she hasn't spoken to him in...how long had it been? A year? Has it been that long?

"But I can see you have more important things to focus on. Like taking in a Hybrid that you can't take care of." He turns towards her, eyes meeting hers. His expression is one of frustration and hurt. "Go wait outside. I’ll perform the CT scan.”

Thirty minutes later... Caleb is laying on a small hospital bed, a white sheet drawn up to his chest, his expression peaceful, and he looks calm.

His eyes flicker open, and his expression darkens when he sees Zayne. He has a look in his face that can only be described as a deep-seated hatred. His ears fold back, and his lips curl back into a snarl.

"Where is she?" He asks softly. His voice is cold, and he doesn't seem to care for the answer that Zayne is about to give.

Zayne rolls his eyes and scoffs, making a point to avoid the Hybrid’s question. He holds a tablet in his hands, and scrolls through the data he has already taken so far.

“Stay still.” He says coldly, his jaw tightening. His voice is hard, as if he is already anticipating how Caleb is going to react to this next instruction. “Or I’ll muzzle you again. Do you understand?”

Caleb growls and bares his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger. "You've sedated me, you've muzzled me. Now you want to tell me I can't even *move?* Do you know who I am?!"

He snarls at Zayne’s lack of reaction, and his lip curls. "I'm not one of your dogs."

Zayne snorts, looking at him derisively. "A dog, huh?" He asks, his voice sarcastic.

Then he leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he speaks in a cold tone. "If you're not a dog, prove it. Stop acting like a disobedient mutt and do as you're told.”

Caleb’s eyes narrow, his expression unreadable. He seems to take a moment to think, trying to decide whether he should listen or not. Finally he leans back, closing his eyes as if to accept his fate.

He stays still, his muscles tensing slightly, as Zayne goes to work on the device.

He seems to sense that this is a test. And he hates failing tests.

Zayne tightens the restraints on his limbs before moving to the CT machine. “I’m only doing this for her.” He murmurs. Caleb is curious about this “doctor’s” relationship to MC.

Caleb doesn't reply, and he just glares at the other man. His teeth are bared, and a low growl emanates from the back of his throat. "If you so much as scratch me," he mutters, "I will kill you. Understood?"

He says this like it is simply a fact. There is no room for negotiation, or any kind of compromise. It's not a threat. It's a promise.

He's done playing around. If Zayne wants to test him, he's not afraid to show just how deadly his training has made him.

Zayne chuckles under his breath. “You are just a stray she took in because she has a kind heart.” Zayne leans over Caleb. “But if you hurt her…” a flash of bright blue in circles Zayne’s pupil, the fluorescent lights on the ceiling flicker. “I’ll kill YOU instead.”

Caleb’s lip curls in a sneer, as he’s been told that before. “She’s mine,” he says softly, his voice filled with possessiveness. “I would die for her.”

He says it like it’s the only correct choice. Like there is no way he would let anything happen to her. Even Zayne.

Caleb narrows his eyes, looking at the other man. "She chose me." He reminds him that she went out of her way to find him.

Zayne fires up the CT machine. “Is that so? Do you know how she sounds when a scene in a scary movie frightens her? How she only likes green grapes and not red?” He runs his fingers over the scar in Caleb’s face. “The way she tastes on your tongue, like I do?”

Caleb’s eyes narrow at the last question, and he tenses like he’s about to bite Zayne, but his body is still weak from the sedative, so he can’t follow through with his threat.

His lip twitches. “I…I don’t know,” He admits, his words sounding more like a question than an answer. “But I… I could keep her safe. You couldn’t.” He looks up at Zayne, his voice suddenly more vulnerable than aggressive. “I could give her everything.”

"You could.” Zayne agrees. "But the problem is, Caleb. You're not exactly stable right now, are you? And she deserves more than a rabid Hybrid who’s still recovering from a life in battle." Zayne murmurs, stroking the scar on Caleb’s face. Caleb doesn't say anything, but his body tenses, his breath hitching.

Zayne stands back to his full height and turns the machine on so Caleb can slide inside for his CT scan. He dims the light and steps behind the door to watch him from the one-way glass.

The door closes behind Caleb, and when it does he lets out the breath he'd been holding.

He lays there like that for a few seconds before the sound of the machine starts up, and then he starts to panic.

His mind is racing, and it's like he's back on the ship in that tiny cell. The machine buzzes loudly in his ears, and he tenses involuntarily. This feels wrong, like he shouldn't be in here.

He grits his teeth as the scanner makes its way closer, the whirring growing louder.

He starts to panic, he tries to squeeze his eyes shut, trying to block out the sound.

His heart rate goes up, and he starts to sweat, despite how cold it is. His breathing quickens, and he feels his skin start to itch.

He's trapped. He's trapped, and he has to get out.

A panic attack.

He starts to struggle, thrashing around in his restraints. He has to get out of here.

His chest heaves as his breathing grows quick and shallow. Every part of his body shakes with the need to escape. Every instinct he has is yelling to either run, or to fight.

He keeps his eyes shut tight, not even opening them to see what's going on in this dark, cold room. He doesn't want to see. He wants to forget. Forget everything.

He wants to be with... her.

MC.

"Please, please, please," he starts to mumble under his breath. His eyes squeeze shut even harder as if he could will himself into a different room, a different place.

He tries to concentrate on something, anything but the sound of the machine. His thoughts go to her. The thought of her arms that are always there for him, holding him when he gets scared, and the way she whispers softly in his ear when he needs to hear her, and the way she cuts his steak up knowing he can devour it whole.

He manages to focus on her, and she's comforting. The sound of her voice, her smile...

His breathing starts to slow down, and his muscles start to relax.

He starts to calm down, the panic attack coming to an end. He doesn't need to hear her voice or see her face to know that she's there for him, and that she's not going to let anything happen to him.

Caleb starts to relax, and then the machine moves to another section of his head for the second scan.

His eyes fly open in fear at the sound of a second buzz. The machine is right by his head, and the feeling of the device being so close is almost unbearable.

He jerks his head to the side, trying to avoid the machine as it gets closer. With each beep, his heart races faster.

"No, no, no," he starts to mumble again. He clenches his eyes shut and tries to ignore the machine, but it's so close. So close to a horrible memory that haunts him.

Zayne’s voice comes from over the intercom. “Stay still, or we will have to repeat the entire scan.”

Caleb’s body freezes at the sound of Zayne’s voice. His muscles lock up in that one spot, and his breathing hitches.

He grits his teeth and tries to follow the instructions. The fear that comes with not listening to the harsh and commanding tone is almost palpable.

His voice shakes when he speaks. “I…I can’t,” He whispers, his voice soft and scared. “I can’t look, I can’t-”

I can’t remember. I can’t remember what happened.

Caleb hears a commotion, yelling. And then the door to the lab is pushed open and with a small whiff, Caleb can immediately tell it’s her.

Caleb’s heart leaps in his chest. "M-MC?" He asks hesitantly, unsure if he's hearing her right.

His muscles relax, and he breathes in deeply. It doesn't matter how scared he is of this machine. She's here. She's here.

"Are... are you there?" He asks again, his voice suddenly weak. He wants to turn his head, but he keeps it still, afraid to break whatever this is.

MC wrenches the tray from under the machine, trying to pull him out. “Hey, Hey it’s okay I’m going to-“

Zayne’s cold words stop her. “MC, you asked me to perform the CT scan. It’s almost done.”

Caleb's eyes snap open when he hears the sound of the machine being moved. He's breathing heavily, and his eyes are wide.

"No, MC don't!" He snaps, trying to catch her hand with his free one. He's trembling. "Don't do anything!" He says frantically. His voice is choked, and he's close to crying.

"Just... just let it finish." He whispers softly. He's never been so confused in his life. He doesn't understand what's happening. "Please."

Just let it end.

MC is stunned into silence and she tries to reach for it again, but Zayne grabs her wrist. “Let go of me, Zayne.”

And something in Caleb snaps. The leather restraints break like toothpicks under his strength.

Caleb is up in an instant, stepping in front of MC and putting himself between her and Zayne.

He bares his teeth, his eyes wild and fierce. He's growling, and his hackles are raised as he stares Zayne down.

"S-she said let go." He growls, and his voice is shaking with a mix of anger and fear. "Don't-don't touch her. Or I will make you regret it."

He doesn't know what he's doing. His instincts are taking over, and this is what they tell him to do.

Caleb can feel his animal instincts taking over, pushing him into a frenzied state of mind. He can barely control what he's doing, but he knows that he needs to protect his woman, whatever the cost.

He's trembling, and his muscles are tense, ready to spring at any moment.

He glances at MC, his eyes worried. "You... you're safe with me." He whispers, but MC looks terrified.

As if she’s finally able to see the beast he truly is.

It takes a moment for him to realize that she's not saying anything. To realize that instead of being reassured by him, MC is afraid.

"MC...?" He asks, his voice shaking with barely repressed emotion. He tries to take another step towards her, but Zayne steps forward and grabs his arm.

Caleb flinches backward, and he whimpers, looking at her, waiting for her response.

Caleb keeps looking at her, and his heart starts to flutter. MC is still looking at him like a stranger, and... that thought scares him more than anything else.

His breathing quickens, and he seems to shrink back from Zayne. He doesn't want to see it. He already knows what's on the screen. What had been hidden in the deepest corners of his mind.

He closes his eyes, and he seems to steel himself. He knows what she's about to ask, and he knows he can't avoid it.

"I... I don't know, MC." He stammers, unable to hide the fear that's filling him when he says it.

He looks at Zayne with wide eyes, as if he expects the other man to hurt him. "I- It hurts to remember. I-I just...don't remember." He says, and it sounds less like a lie and more like pleading.

Zayne prints out the scans and hooks them on the display. It is unfinished, but the results are clear as day.

Caleb can't look at it. He doesn't want to look at it. He already knows what it shows. The reason he's like this. The reason he's so different.

MC’s going to leave him for good. When she knows, she won't want to be with him. He's a freak. She's just been too kind to tell him. And he's been too in love with her to notice.

MC takes a step forward, walking around Caleb. “What does it show, Zayne?”

Zayne doesn't speak, but his eyes narrow dangerously. His voice is filled with barely contained rage when he speaks next.

"You see this? It should be black. If he were a normal Hybrid, with a regular brain in his skull, it would be black. But no. He's an experiment." He hisses the word, like every syllable disgusts him. "Look."

The image shows a brain scan, but not the brain that you'd expect to see.

Instead, there are two sides of a brain linked together in one skull.

The left side of his brain is completely black, indicating a lack of brain activity.

The left hemisphere doesn't even show up. It's missing entirely.

On the right, there is activity, but instead of the grey matter that makes up one's brain, it's been replaced by wires, and circuitry, and parts that are distinctly not human.

Caleb's heart skips a beat, and he suddenly can't breathe.

He turns away from the image, trying to avoid looking at it. He can't look at it. He doesn't want to see it, and he wants to forget.

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think of something else.

Something that doesn't make him feel like a freak.

He's shaking now, and his breathing is labored as he tries to get his thoughts under control.

Please don't look at it. Please.

Zayne's eyes flick over the image. He's not surprised by what he sees, but he seems to be surprised about the lack of knowledge. "I always suspected he was an experiment. But to see this... the Farspace Fleet had no idea what they were doing. It's barbaric."

He points at the wires and circuitry in Caleb's brain. "Look. There's no way he was made this way naturally. He's a product of genetic engineering."

Caleb keeps his eyes closed tightly, and he doesn't seem to notice the conversation. He isn't even trying to listen.

He looks like he's trying to shut the world out, to block everything around him.

He doesn't want to be here, and he wants to go home. To his safe space.

But that safe space is MC. And she's not looking at him.

Why won’t she look at him?

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[rafecameronssl4t]

How would Sarah and Wheezie react to baby Leo

Cameron’s meet Leo || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: before I wrote this. I realised that Sarah is older than reader, even though it's just a year older 🤯

Warnings: allusion to ppd, slight angst

Word count: 618

MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

You were no stranger to the scrutiny that came with your public life, but today felt different. Strolling through the bustling café with Leo in his pram, you felt a new layer of attention. The quiet coos and whispers that followed you as you approached your table were unmistakable. “Mrs. Cameron, this way, please,” the waitress said with a warm smile, leading you to where Wheezie and Sarah were waiting.

As you neared the table, Wheezie's eyes widened, her excitement palpable. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, her gaze fixed on Leo, who blinked up at her with wide, curious eyes. Sarah, catching Wheezie’s reaction, turned with a grin. “Wheezie, calm down. Let her sit,” Sarah said, her tone both amused and gently reprimanding. She rose to greet you, enveloping you in a hug and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Congratulations,” she beamed, her hands resting lightly on your shoulders. “Thank you, Sarah,” you replied, smiling as you removed your sunglasses and rested them on top of your head. You rocked Leo's pram with soft pushes, glancing at his tiny face that was a spiting image of Rafe. As you settled into your seat, you noticed a pair of young women walking by, their heads turned as they whispered to each other.

Their stares were unmistakable, their curiosity veiled but obvious. Sarah’s gaze followed yours, her concern evident. “We could move to a more private area if you’d prefer,” she suggested, her voice laced with empathy. You offered a polite smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “No, it’s fine, really,” you said, your voice steady despite the unease stirring within. You cleared your throat, trying to push aside the discomfort.

You focused on Leo, seeking solace in the serene, innocent presence of your son as the chatter around you continued. "So, how's being a mother treating you?" Sarah innocently says with a smile as her and Wheezie focus on you. You take a moment to answer, your eyes flickering to Leo. "Uh- It's been okay. I've been getting help, especially since you know, Rafe has been travelling lately."

You honestly answer as Sarah nods. "When does he get back, do you know?" "This Friday. He was supposed to get back today actually from London, but a last minute meeting stopped him." You answer as Sarah hums in understanding. "You know you can always call us if you need help right?" Sarah says and you smile, grateful for her offer. Breakfast arrived and you all chatted away until Wheezie speaks up.

“Isn’t it kinda crazy that you’re older than Y/n—” Wheezie glanced at Sarah, who was about to interject, “—only by a year—” Sarah began to protest, but Wheezie pressed on, “—and Y/n already has a baby?” You felt a slight jolt at Wheezie’s observation, taking a sip of your water to mask your reaction. Her question, though innocent, stung more than you expected. You knew there was no malice behind it, but it highlighted a disparity that you weren’t entirely comfortable with.

“Crazy, right?” you said with a chuckle, trying to keep your voice light. Sarah’s eyes softened with sympathy, her gaze lingering on you as she sensed the subtle shift in your mood. You glanced down at the plate of pancakes before you, barely touched and now cold. The sight of the untouched food seemed to amplify the unease simmering beneath the surface.

You forced a smile, determined to stay engaged with the conversation and push aside the disquiet Wheezie’s innocent remark had stirred within you. The effort to remain present felt like a balancing act, your focus shifting between the cheerful chatter around you and the uncomfortable thoughts you tried to suppress.

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - Standing Guard

I came back from the deads for a few days, and I'm sick btw so I might return to the deads soon

Anyway (really) small chapter to get back on track (hopefully)

@ancha-aus cmhere friend

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The night was fresh, but not too cold, which was good as they were all sleeping outside. They arrived late, the sun was soon to set, they wouldn't find anyone willing to let them stay at their house at night. Cross didn't like that they had to sleep under the trees, the forest was dangerous, they were vulnerable in the dark, but the others had to rest, the jump had been tiring.

He looked at them, Horror was sitting against a tree, Dust was next to him, seeking warmth as his clothes didn't look very warm, Killer was a little apart, he had climbed up a small tree to sleep far from the ground, and finally Nightmare was near the river, against a tree as well, seeming still mad as he kept his distance. Cross was standing guard. He couldn't go to sleep, someone had to watch out, and the others were tired, plus it was his job to protect them. He yawned, feeling his own tiredness emerging a little more, and went to walk around the area, trying to stay awake. He listened carefully, stopped to look around, but didn't spot anything.

When he came back to where the group was, Horror was awake. He looked at Cross when he arrived, relieved to see he wasn't far, and got up carefully as to not wake Dust up. Cross was ready to tell him he could go back to sleep, that there wasn't any danger and he just went to check, but Horror was faster.

- Sofa at ótt.

He told him, pointing at where he was previously sitting. Cross looked up at him confused, did he want him to sit ? He couldn't sit, he had to stand guard.

- Eo ne poez.

Cross declined, but Horror shook his head, not taking his refusal for an answer.

- Hvíla. He said to Cross, then pointed at himself. Gæta.

Cross kept staring for a while, not quite understanding what Horror wanted. Was there a problem ? Did he misunderstood ? Was Horror not asking him to sleep but wanted to tell him something else ? What was he trying to say ?

- Warde. Horror finally said, pointing at himself again.

That was French. That was a word in Cross's language. One he had used a few days ago when Dust told him he did a good job and could take a break. One Horror apparently remembered. Warde: guard. Horror wanted to stand guard with him ?

- Sleep. He pointed to Cross.

That was a word in Dust's language, one Dust had used quite often to say "dormir". Horror wanted him to sleep ? He wanted to take turn in standing guard to allow Cross to rest ? The offering was quite tempting, and Cross was tired, but it was his job to protect them ! He couldn't sleep on the job ! But again, if he was tired, he couldn't protect them properly as his attention span would be longer. He would put them in danger if he couldn't react fast enough... so maybe he could sleep a little, let Horror handle it for a while and come back after a quick nap ?

He looked at the place next to Dust. It was... even more tempting, to sit next to him, let him sleep on his shoulder... no time for distractions. He looked up at Horror and handed him his sword. Horror didn't have his axe anymore, he needed a weapon, even though Cross was sure the Viking could take someone in a fight with his bare hands and win, but prevention is better than cure.

Horror looked at the sword before looking up at Cross, confused, but ended up grabbing the sword when seeing his insistant gaze. He pat him on the shoulder, and went to take his place watching over them.

Cross looked at him before turning to Dust, who was still sound asleep against the tree. He felt his cheeks getting hotter the longer he looked at him. He was going to sleep so close to him. Would it be weird ? Would Dust be disappointed to see him instead of Horror when waking up ? Should Cross sleep somewhere else ?

Dust shivered, and Cross didn't think much longer before sitting down next to Dust and putting his cape around him. His clothes were so short, they didn't even cover his arms ! Killer was dressed shortly too, but he seemed to be more resistant than Dust to the cold. He didn't want him to be sick, so he would happily share his warmth.

His magic crackled in his soul when he felt Dust shift to get closer to him and he almost damned his armor for not letting him share more warmth by embracing the small skeleton. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable by pressing the hard metal against him.

He watched him sleep, looking so peaceful, so calm and trusting, so easy to hurt, that Cross only wished to protect that look forever, to make sure that he would never feel like he was in danger, like he could never let his guard down... he wanted him to feel safe with him, to rely on him without any second thought, he wanted to be strong enough to protect him from any kind of danger, from a criminal to a dragon, he would keep Dust safe.

Dust and the others. He shook his head. He wanted to protect the others too, not only Dust, they were all important to him, they were... they were his friends ? They were friends, and Dust was his friend too so it was normal for him to want to protect him. And the others. Him and the others. He tried to focus on the group, but his mind kept coming back to the sleeping skeleton against his shoulder...

He was tired, he should sleep, and maybe the quick nap would help him sort off his thoughts about Dust... Dust and the others...

Dust shifted, opening his eyes after a yawn. He spotted Horror a little farther, and looked up to see who he was laying against. It was Cross, seemed like he took turn with Horror to stand guard. He grabbed the cape to pull it a little higher on his shoulders, and pressed himself against the knight to drift back to sleep. He was so cold, but at least the proximity helped a little with keeping some body warmth.

He missed his jacket.

[misspelledwordswizard]

I would love to see the chain react to reader from the atla universe or just one that uses bending in the same way? Just using bending unconsciously and freaking them all out because of it.

I love Atla, I loved writing this! I didn't know what kind of bending you were expecting, so I did waterbending, I hope you like it.

A notice about orders; I'm doing them in order, so if yours takes a little longer, it's probably because I'm working on others, but they'll all be done! And I'm very happy with them too, don't worry about it, you can send them, I'm loving your ideas.

It was a hot sunny day, so much so that Chain mutually agreed to take a break to go into the nearby river. It was a calm river with a small waterfall that made a pleasant noise in the environment. Wild and Wind were the first to jump in, excited as children, well, at least one of them was one. I couldn’t have been happier. You could say that the water is my territory, so on a day like this, being in cold water was paradise for me. 

Little by little, the others started to enter the river too. It was easy for them, they could just take off their tunics and equipment and get in, while I had to temporarily separate from the group to change and put on a bathing suit, but that was okay, it didn’t take long. Soon I was also entering the river to enjoy the sunny day. 

The cold water touched my body bringing a welcome feeling of relief, cooling my hot and sweaty skin, but this moment of peace was short-lived after I felt a wave of water hit me directly in the face, followed by the sound of childish laughter. That brat.  I imitated his attitude, pushing water with my hands towards him, hitting him with everything and stopping his laughter. The sailor still had the audacity to better himself with indignation, as if he hadn’t been the first to start. I could hear the others laughing in the background too, but they didn’t have the courage to get involved in this. Now it was war. 

Soon the area of the river where we were became a mess of water being splashed in all directions incessantly. Until I could feel a particularly strong attack coming from Wind, and instinctively wanted to retaliate even more. The movements so natural to me happened without me even being able to think about it, soon a small wave, but bigger than any I could generate with my bare hands, appeared next to me and went towards the Sailor, strong enough to make him stay underwater for a few seconds, raising his head in surprise and confusion right after. 

— Aha, I won! – I exclaimed excitedly, but my excitement died when I saw the lack of reaction not only from the sailor, but from all the boys. – What happened? Was I too harsh? 

— How did you do that?! – Wind was the first to speak, coming towards me excitedly. Only then did I understand my mistake. 

— Yeah, was that some kind of magic? – Wars asked, intrigued. 

— I’ve never heard of magic like that. – Hyrule replied, looking curious and suspicious at the same time. 

— Well, that’s because it’s not magic. – I replied, creating even more doubts in everyone, who remained silent waiting for me to continue. – You know, you may not know much about the place I come from, but there’s no magic there. On the other hand, there are people there who can have some control over one of the elements of nature, using specific movements. We’re called benders. 

Even when I tried to explain, they seemed terribly confused and incredulous.  Of course, they already knew I came from a different kind of world, and had somehow ended up here through a strange portal, but I’ve avoided talking about my home to them, precisely because I thought it might be too much for them to take in. Just as it has been for me. 

— So, you can simply control the elements of nature? – The Champion questioned, not very confident about it. 

— Not all of them, and we call it bending. There are four main types of bending, water, fire, earth and air. People who have this ability can only bend one of the four, with the exception of the Avatar. – I can’t tell if throwing all this information out was useful or just made the situation worse. 

— That’s cool! – Wind exclaimed. – Show me more, that’s really cool! 

— Well, that’s definitely interesting, could you demonstrate more of that? – Time asked, and I could tell he wanted to analyze it better. 

— Yeah, what do you normally use it for? – Twilight was the next to ask. 

— Well, waterbending can be used as a medicinal method, and each bending can be used for various everyday things, and for fighting. 

— You mean you could have used it to fight this whole time and you just chose not to?! – Legend seemed indignant at that. 

— Well... I already imagined it would be difficult to explain about this.  – I replied, while using my bending again as they had asked me to, making a large ball of water float over the river. 

— Cool. – Wild said. – Now that we know and you can use it, I’m sure it can be very useful. 

— Yeah, you said it has medicinal properties? That would be really good. – The Traveler questioned, receiving a positive answer from me. 

— Guys, you’re forgetting the main thing! – Wind said, getting everyone’s attention. – Have you thought about the games we can play with this? 

Everyone snorted at the boy’s childish answer, when we expected something a little more important than that. I was afraid to talk about it with them, but they ended up being much more understanding than I imagined. That’s good. 

— But I must admit that I’m very curious about this too. Can you show me other things you can do? You said there are four main bends, does that mean there are other smaller bends? – Sky asked excitedly, and everyone seemed as curious as he was about the subject. 

— Hey, this would be really useful for forging swords, can you help me next time I work on the Champion’s sword? – The blacksmith was the next to ask, which created a gap for a flood of different questions. 

— Can you close wounds? 

— What exactly would an “avatar” be? 

— How does earthbending work? 

— Can I be considered an airbender? 

— How do movements influence this? 

Soon, I was surrounded by curious blondes and being drowned in their curious questions. I think we’re going to spend a good amount of time on this subject. 

[auspicioustidings]

I love your work! May I please request ghost finding a captured civilian in an enemy base and taking her for himself?

Ah little posessive freak Ghost my beloved <3 I didn't know if you were looking for fluff or twisted Simon so I've leant towards the latter!

CW: Attempted rape (non-graphic), kidnapping

They had been warned there were going to be civillians in the building, but it wasn't the first time Ghost had to work around hostages to get the job done. It was an understanding on the team that whereever possible it wasn't going to be the huge fucker in the skull mask who dealt with that side of things. If they knew where hostages were being kept, that's where they sent Gaz or Johnny or even Price to settle them and get them out. Not the Ghost.

And that was working smoothly once again. Gaz had radioed in saying he found where they were being kept, had taken out their guards and would wait for the all clear for an exit route for the handful of doubtless terrified little civilians looking at him like he was the second coming for saving them.

They were all accounted for and that always made Ghost feel some tension bleed away. The last thing he needed to be worrying about was hostage situations.

The rest of the mission was easy enough, taking out any enemies and finding the saferoom to snoop around in for intel. It was laughably easy to get into. Saferooms only really worked if the person who knew the code didn't spill it at the first little twist of an arm, the press of a knife against their throat. They only worked if they were used. But obviously playing at warlord the man was arrogant, thought he could easily take on whoever came at him. Idiot. The moment he had the code, Ghost had no more use for him until he could get him somewhere for a proper interrogation, so he was smacked in the skull with a pistol and out cold. His fingerprints and eye scanner worked just fine even with him unconcious and the code he had given beeped with a green light and the click of a lock.

It was a damn good thing that you assumed it was your captor coming in and so were aiming the cast iron at where his face would be. Instead it smacked into the tactical vest of a much taller man. You hissed and spat and fought like a feral cat when the man immediately reacted by grabbing your wrist and twisting so you cried out and dropped the pan. There went your weapon, there wasn't much else to use in this little safe room but for the small implements in the kitchen and you hadn't felt confident with a knife. A blunt object with a larger surface area had felt like a better bet.

"Don't fucking touch me! I'll claw your fucking eyes out!" you spat out at what you were sure was a bloody monster.

You had been a victim of wrong place wrong time about 12 hours prior. You had broken down on a stretch of road that barely got any use and had fuck all phone signal to get help, so were at the mercy of someone passing by. Just your luck the someone passing by was some slimy asshole with a compound nearby he thought to drag you to. He had found out quickly he wasn't getting his hands on you without a fight. You were a bit of a mess, shirt torn and what you suspected was a cracked orbital bone from where he had punched you after you bit his tongue. You wished you had bit fucking harder.

The only thing that had saved you in the end was the alarm going off. The man had thrown you into the safe room, telling you that once he had dealt with whoever dared break into his base he was going to fuck you bloody. You'd kill him before he got the chance. You'd fucking kill him before all this adrenaline fuelled fight turned into fear and had you accepting your fate.

The monster in the skull mask didn't have the laugh of a monster. It was gruff but there was something very genuine about it. He had his hands on both of your wrists, locking them so you couldn't scratch at him with yout body pulled right into him so you couldn't kick either. Your wrists were pinned at your chin so you couldn't even bite at him. Didn't much stop you from fighting, trying to just drop all of your weight to get him off balance. The added weight did not phase him in the slightest.

"Settle sweetheart, I'm the good guy."

"Do good guys often wear skull masks?!" you hissed back, still struggling to no avail.

He manouvered so that you could see out of the doorway and to the passed out man on the floor.

"They do when they're going after bad guys."

It was like all the adrenaline had finally burned off at right that moment and you felt yourself go boneless in his hold, fight gone. You had a sick moment of being disappointed that you could see that the man was still breathing.

"We sure all the civilians are accounted for?"

You felt a little dazed as you squinted back at him before realising he must have been speaking on the radio. Whatever he heard back must have been interesting because he looked at you, considering, before twisted the little dial to another channel.

"Got a stray, let's keep it out of the reports."

Simon knew that the 141 would back him up. After all, him and the Seargants had always admired the relationship between Price and his wife even if when they first met she kept trying to murder him. She had grown out of it after a few years.

And Simon had never felt like this before. He thought you truly would have killed him if you had been able when he opened the door. It was love at first murder attempt for him.

He cooed at you and comforted you the whole way through exfil. It wasn't until you realised that you couldn't leave that it really started getting fun.

[reallyromealone]

Title: Tokyo revengers omegaverse

Chapter: 8

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: Tokyo revengers ensemble

Fic type: series

Pairings: Toman/ tenjiku x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert omegaverse, angst, slow burn, one sided, au, Omega male reader

Notes: oh look two series chapters finished

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Thankfully wakasa gave him his pipe, the beta taking long drags as he used his magic to keep the fuckers away.

The oils completely masked the scent of the Omega, after a day the alphas slowly calmed down enough to be reasoned with, all sitting on their knees as Emma ripped into them "I leave for two seconds! And you assholes ruin an omegas life! He's probably traumatized!" She seethed as her brothers looked anywhere but the blond Omega who was about to burn this place to the ground in anger.

"We just wanted him as ours!"

"How would you react if some knothead alphas acted like that to me?! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

When (name)s heat finally ended, he was hesitant to leave the room but the pups dragged him out "we will protect you!" Takemichi said all heroic like, the pups not understanding the situation but wanting to support their new friend "we can see if uncle Tai can make us yummy treats!"

The three toddlers chatted away with (name), surprisingly affective at easing his worries as they wandered towards the kitchen area.

"Now when he gets out, I expect grovelling and an apology!" Was what the four heard as they walked past the great Hall and the toddlers perked up at the voice "Aunty!" Little Inupi was the one to chirp out, bouncing on his little feet as he ran to push open the door, the other toddlers following suit.

(Name) looked extremely anxious as the pups wandered off to this person whom he didn't know but promptly reminded himself that these weren't his pups.

These were Shinichiros pups.

The blond Omega smiled down at the pups who stared at her with stars in their eyes.

Then she looked up to lock eyes with the poor Omega her brothers clans had been terrorizing.

Demon or human, omegas had a way of communication to show they weren't a threat.

A soft chirp passed her lips and she watched (name) perk up at the sound and return the gesture and visibly relax....until he saw the alphas who terrorized him.

"Did you assholes not remember what I said?" Emma's voice was cold as she stared down the alphas, the alphas immediately groveling before (name).

This was unheard of, alphas bowing to an Omega...well (name)s never seen this.

"We formally apologize for the awful behavior we presented...we hope this doesn't ruin any chances of you coming with us" both Izana and Mikey said bowing, lest they face their sisters wrath.

Could they take her? Absolutely

Do they wish to have shinichiro mad at them? No because that is worse than anything.

"I just...don't understand" (name) sighed "I-I don't understand how me helping someone lead to me having my whole world torn from me..."

Emma looked at the omega sadly, knowing from one Omega to another how... difficult alphas can be.

"Well you're normal life is off the table sadly, is there anyway for them to provide they are worthy of you"

(Name) liked Emma, she spoke to him like a person not a commodity.

"I don't want to be a breeding tool... I'm a person with wants and goals" (name) said honestly "they see me as this commodity, a prize to lord over the others head"

"You wish to be seen as an equal"

"Yes"

"Will you let them earn the right to be your equal?"

"...I suppose but...just I don't want them to be overbearing"

"That is something I can't promise seeing as my brother's look at you like you hung the moon"

Both clans stared at (name) like he was a god and in a way he was.

Demons held great value and care to male omegas as they could do what many couldn't.

And (name) sadly was surrounded by the most obsessive and possessive alphas.

"So that settles it, prove to him that you are worthy of his love"

♥️

Kisaki was prepping, having gathered supplies to kill (name) and any demons who get in his way.

But...would it be enough?

What Kisaki didn't know was it wasn't just a demon clan... It was nearly four clans I'm one space.

Kisaki blinded by rage didn't understand that this was a death sentence lunar moon or not.

Even if he did realize this... He wouldn't have cared.

He would sacrifice ten people or a thousand if it meant (name) died.

To kill the cursed Omega who took everything from him.

And he knew he had the best weapon of attack.

❤️

(Name) Was happy to have another Omega to talk to, someone who was absolutely not afraid to rip her brother's a new one "at this rate, their clans are better off merging" she mumbled and (name) tilted his head a bit confused "it would ease tensions and stress for you to choose" she continued and (name) nodded.

A part of him wanted to run away and hide but he knew that was impossible especially as they already set their sights on him, he was rarely alone save for using the washroom and even then he had littles following him occasionally.

The pups were cute but had no boundaries just like their uncles.

"(Naaaame)~" speak of the devil.

Literally.

Mikey walked in merrily into the sitting room with a bouquet of flowers "humans like these right?" He asked sweetly, really pushing up the charm to woo the other as Emma rolled her eyes "Mikey those flowers are toxic to human omegas" she said simply and Mikey just set the flowers on fire "what flowers?" He said simply before walking out the room angrily.

"They mean well but they have no idea how humans work" she sighed as they continued their tea.

[sweetsungiie]

Warm Up To You

| mutual friend!Minghao x reader, grumpy! Minghao x sunshine!reader (if you squint) | 

| warnings! none really, some mild swearing and making out teehee, clueless Dino lol, this is very poorly edited (my bad) | 

|wc roughly 6.9k | 

Meeting Lee Chan by clumsily tripping over his leg at a local park was completely by chance, offering to pay from his dry cleaning after spilling your drink all over his pants due to said tripping was by choice. Now choosing to spend the rest of the afternoon together and become friends was fate. 

Your friendship with Lee Chan came out of nowhere and yet just in time during a moment of your life when you needed it most. Freshly twenty three years old and living on your own for the first time in a new city. You were both so upbeat and bubbly that becoming close friends came naturally. Being friends with Lee Chan also came with constantly hearing about the twelve other guys he considered his brothers but it wasn’t until his birthday that you were actually introduced to them. 

You had smoothed your hands over the soft fabric of your dress for what felt like the hundredth time before Chan finally opened the front door. Seeing your dear friend on his special day brought a smile to your face and erased your nerves about meeting all these new people, albeit momentarily. 

“Channie! Happy birthday!” The smile on your face as you hand him his gift is as wide as can be and Lee Chan instantly returns it with a bright smile of his own. He takes the gift from your hands with a grateful bow. 

“Thank you, you know you didn’t have to get me anything. Come in, everyones excited to meet you!” He pulls you inside and closes the door behind you before pulling you into a tight hug. 

Within seconds Chan is pulling you into the living room area where everyone seems to be scattered about. Suddenly all eyes are on you and you are quick to realize whatever you have done to attempt to prepare yourself for meeting all of Chan's friends was not enough. 

“Guys, this is Y/N.” Lee Chan’s introduction only adds to your nerves as you awkwardly smile and wave at everyone in the room. The faces staring back at you seem friendly enough, most had kind smiles of their own, few had blank stares as though unsure how to react, and one had just barely looked up from his phone before glancing back down to the screen in his hands. 

With the descriptions Chan had mentioned to you previously you tried to pick some of the guys apart, you were so busy trying to recognize their faces you almost didn’t notice two of them standing up and coming to greet you with bright grins on their faces. 

“It’s so nice to meet you, Chan has told us a lot about you. I’m Seokmin.” The taller man held his hand out in greeting which you happily took with a smile in return. 

“Likewise, I have heard a lot about you guys too. It’s nice to finally match faces with the names.” 

Seokmin takes a step back to allow the other guy to greet you as well, “I’m Mingyu, it’s nice to meet you.” 

The next few minutes are filled with a few other introductions before Chan announces he was pulling you away to offer you a drink and some air. Once you enter the empty kitchen you feel like you can finally breathe in the comfort of just Chan's presence. 

“Okay, I know that was a lot. I’m sorry, I figured you may need a minute.” He smiled at you apologetically, opening his fridge to show you what beverages he had. You point over to a bottled water which he grabs and hands to you in a moment's notice. 

“It’s fine, I knew I was going to be meeting a lot of people today. They all seem very nice but it is a lot, they’re only meeting one of me, I’m meeting twelve of them.” You let out a nervous laugh as you take a sip of the cold water. Chan shrugs and nods at you in understanding. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. Hopefully the rest of the night goes smoother, I’ll tell the guys to lay off and give you some space to breathe-” 

“Chan! Where’s the second controller?” You hear a voice shout from the living room but you can’t pinpoint who it is exactly. Chan sighs with a shake of his head, “I’ll be back, make yourself at home, okay?” 

You nod up at him, “No worries, go ahead I’ll be fine.” He smiles down at you and softly pats your head without a second thought before turning to his left to exit the enclosed kitchen space. Neither one of you had noticed the third presence lingering by the doorway seemingly analyzing the two of you. 

“Hao, you scared me. Y/N this is Minghao, Minghao this is Y/N, meet me out there when you’re done.” The introduction is rushed, more out of politeness since Minghao was already standing there, you watched Chan leave and turn to smile at the guy standing just a few feet away from you. 

You recall Chan telling you about Minghao, probably the most reserved of the group. Chan described him as an observer, someone who is often more quiet than not. Chan had also warned you that Minghao may come off as a bit cold, however you didn’t expect a full on shiver to crawl up your spine under his cold stare. His gaze was unreadable, almost paradoxing, you caught glimpses of what could have been anger, disgust, or straight up indifference towards you. 

What Chan failed to mention is how utterly gorgeous this man is. Most of the men you were introduced to today were handsome, Lee Chan himself was attractive, but there was something about Minghao that genuinely brought you to a halt. It wasn’t even just his physical attributes that attracted you but the way he carried himself and the way his stare left goosebumps on your skin. 

It is because of that that you decide to pull out your bubbly personality by offering the stoic man the brightest and warmest smile you could muster.

“Hi, I’m Y/N! Lee Chan has told me a lot about you, it’s very nice to meet you.” The sincerity in your voice could not be mistaken, you could tell Minghao seemed like the protective type over his friends and you wanted to show him that he could trust you, or at least that he could trust in that Lee Chan could trust you. 

Minghao only nods with a slight bow before turning for the fridge. His silence completely catches you off guard, you wanted to think he wasn’t trying to be rude but it was hard not to when the rest of their friends have greeted you so warmly thus far. You can only watch in silence as the quiet man grabs water from the fridge and takes a sip before walking out of the kitchen without muttering a single word. 

It takes another couple seconds for you to digest what just occurred before you decide to also rejoin the party. As expected most of the guys are seated in front of the television with some game playing on the screen. Others are scattered around the living room, some even outside on the patio. Despite the previous awkward encounter with one of the guys, you decide to show the rest of them the kind hearted person you are without all the nerves holding you back. Jun and Hoshi were especially kind towards you which resulted in you spending most of the remainder of the party with them. 

The hours passed quickly and you found yourself actually fitting in quite well with the group, the guys were interested in getting to know you and learning about how you and Chan met. Overall you felt very welcomed by all but one, throughout the entire night you couldn’t help but notice the lack of attention from one particular member. After the encounter in the kitchen and the absolute lack of conversation, let alone eye contact from the man, you have come to the conclusion in just three short hours that Minghao does not like you. 

~~~~

In the weeks following Chan’s birthday, he had decided to integrate you into the group even further, according to the youngest boy the rest of his friends really liked you and they enjoyed hanging out with you. It all happened very quickly as suddenly you were being invited to game nights, then dinners and now you practically were over Chan and Jun’s place every other day. Today was no exception as you find yourself lounging on Chan’s bed whilst he sits at his desk scrolling through something on his computer. 

You were enjoying the silence when someone abruptly knocks on Chan’s bedroom door. The noise startles you into sitting up, rubbing your eyes after staring into your phone screen for the past forty minutes or so. 

“Come down, we’re watching a movie, we got dinner downstairs too.” Jun doesn’t bother waiting for a response before his footsteps echo down the hall. 

“We? Who else is here, I haven’t heard anyone walk in?” You ask Chan with a raised eyebrow. The boy only shrugs as he gets up from his seat, obviously quite excited to hear about dinner and a show. 

“Who knows, at this point I’m surprised when we don’t have random people in our house.” He eyes you pointedly before cracking into laughter and dashing off down the hall. 

“Hey! Lee Chan, don’t forget who invited who over! Hey, come back here!” In an instant you’re running after him down the hall and down the stairs, knowing very well you wouldn’t catch up to him but you had to at least try. You can hear his laughter bouncing off the walls which only causes you to laugh out as well, not caring who else heard you as you reached the bottom of the stairs, finding Chan collapsed on the couch still dying of laughter and three other pairs of eyes watching you quizzically. 

“Saved by your buddies, Channie, lucky man.” You shake your head as you straighten yourself to greet the other guys standing by the dining table. Hoshi immediately lights up as you approach him, he greets you with a hug and pulls out your chair for you. As you thank him and take your seat your eyes meet Minghao sitting across from you. 

Within the past few weeks since meeting Minghao, you have accepted that Minghao simply does not like you, however upsetting that was to originally admit, it has allowed you to develop some kind of routine. Whenever the two of you would happen to make eye contact or see each other for the first time, you would exchange a brief nod and his expression would be as unreadable as ever whilst you force a small tight lipped smile his way. None of the other guys ever mentioned the awkwardness between the two of you and it took a lot of begging from your part for Chan to sheepishly admit that Minghao may just be weary around you since he doesn’t know you. Nevertheless it didn’t change the fact that he clearly wasn’t interested in getting to know you which explains the curt nods and lack of speaking on his part when you happen to be near.

It was a shame really, considering how intriguing you found him to be. If he would only speak to you, you were certain your relationship with him would be a lot different than it is now. Despite how opposite you appear to be, with you being this ray of sunshine and Minghao seemingly the dark sky itself, you were sure you would work so well together. It also doesn’t help that you’ve developed a slight crush on the man. He was just so jaw droppingly handsome it was hard not to fall for him. His aloofness towards you, unfortunately, only made you want him more. 

Chan finally walks up from the couch and takes the seat beside you, not before patting your head as a silent apology for his joke. As you throw him a glare with no real heat behind it, you can feel eyes on you, you can’t help but whip your head in his direction but by the time you do so, Minghao is looking toward the other end of the table where Jun is seated. It was hard to not admire him like this, with his head turned you could really admire his side profile, everything from the slope of his nose to the plump of his lips. You force yourself to look away before being caught, bringing your attention back down to the food in front of you. The rest of the night goes on like this, as does any other night with Minghao in attendance, with you unable to keep your eyes off him and with his literally anywhere else. 

~~~~

“Why do you think Minghao hates me?” You can’t stop the question from pushing past your drunken lips. You had the side of your face resting against the cold surface of the bar, one arm under the weight of your head whilst the other cradles your drink close to your chest. Chan, Hoshi and Mingyu instantly turn to stare at you in shock. 

“Not this again, Hao doesn’t hate you, Y/N.” Chan sighs as he grabs your drink from your hand and helps you in sitting up. The sudden movement makes your head feel fuzzy but you still manage to slur out another sentence. 

“He does though, he barely looks at me. It’s almost like he doesn’t approve of me or something? Did I do something wrong?” You mumble with a pout of your lips as you eye the guys sitting next to you. None of you were sober enough for this conversation which is probably why Mingyu answers with something he probably shouldn’t have said. 

“You didn’t do anything, Hao is just incapable of talking to pretty girls. He’s dumb.” Mingyu’s giggles are cut off with a slap on the chest from Hoshi who seemingly has somehow sobered up for this conversation. Chan tenses from your side as he looks up at his two friends who freeze as if caught doing something they shouldn’t. 

“Minghao thinks I’m pretty?” You hiccup, “I think he is very pretty, if only he would talk to me then I could tell him that!” Your eyes flutter closed as you feel yourself lean onto Chan’s shoulder. 

“Okay, let’s get you home.” Chan’s voice sounds muffled as you already feel the drunken slumber crashing over you. 

You don’t remember getting home last night, you don’t remember leaving the bar at all. As you awake to the faint beams of light peeking in through the dark curtains, your eyes scan the room around you, quickly finding you are not home at all. Chan’s sleeping body on the ground makes your chest ache with guilt, you felt guilty that we were so drunk last night you couldn’t even make it home and poor Chan had to sleep on the floor. You get up and kneel next to him, softly shaking him awake. 

Chan hums with half open eyes, furrowing his eyebrows up at you. “Chan, get into bed, I’m awake, I’m sorry.” The man only shakes his head as he snuggles on the soft carpet and closes his eyes again, the sight almost makes you laugh. With a sigh you decide to freshen up seeing as you were still in your clothes from last night, you grab some of Chan’s sweats and a hoodie before making your way to the bathroom to freshen up, luckily since you were here so often, you had some toiletries in his bathroom but you make a mental note to bring some extra clothes next time too.

After washing up and changing into Chan's clothes, you enter the bedroom again to find that he has somehow migrated over to the bed whilst you were gone. His deep snoring confirms he was still asleep so you decide to make your way downstairs, your mind was set on one thing and one thing only. With the throbbing headache, granted by the lovely hangover you’ve acquired, the only thing you could think of right now was a nice hot cup of coffee. 

Which is why a smile is printed across your lips as you jog down the final steps of the staircase. The closer you get to the kitchen the more you notice the familiar scent of brewing coffee. The smell reaches you and you almost sigh out loud. You fully expect Jun to be hovering near the coffee machine with that signature smile of his so when you spot Minghao leaning against the counter, his right hand bringing a mug to his lips, you almost gasp in surprise. 

“Good morning.” Your greeting is hesitant as your gleeful skipping turns into soft steps toward the kitchen. Minghao softly looks up from his phone and nods towards you, “Good Morning.” His voice was deep and rich, you could tell he just woke up, the sound sends a wave of warmth through your body and suddenly you want to keep talking to him to hear it again. 

“I..uh didn’t know you were here.” Once again your words come out unsure, almost as though saying the wrong thing would shatter whatever plane of ice you and Minghao were skating over right now. 

“I was here last night with Jun when Chan carried you in after your night out.” He says matter of factly but the crispness of his words hold a bite to them that you weren’t expecting. You wonder if he thinks you're a sloppy drunk, one more point to add to the list of things he doesn’t like about you, you guess. 

“Oh.” You whisper with your head turned downwards as you walk up to the coffee machine but before you could serve yourself a cup, Minghao grabs one from his side and offers it to you. He doesn’t say a word as you hesitantly grab it before walking around the kitchen island to take a seat on one of the barstools facing Minghao. You mutter a thank you as you take a sip to find the coffee just to your liking. You can’t help your eyes from looking up only to find Minghao already staring at you. “Good?” He asks, tilting his head toward the mug in your hands and you can only nod wordlessly as you take another sip. Minghao nods and takes a sip from his mug as well. You didn’t want to begin to question how Minghao knew how you like your coffee, that was a question for post hangover you. 

“I thought you didn’t like coffee?” In that moment you decided to throw out the comfortable routine you have placed between you and Minghao, suddenly feeling the need to hear him speak to you. This is the first time since meeting him that the two of you are alone, and those fleeting seconds in which his eyes are on you, his words targeted directly at you and no one else, feel so intoxicating you would do anything to have them return to you even for just another moment. 

His eyes glance back up and you swear you catch a faint smirk on his lips hiding behind the yellow coffee mug in his hand. You’re convinced you feel your heart stop at the sight, was Minghao truly cracking his stoic expression towards you and what did you have to do to make him do it again? 

“I don’t like coffee, this is tea.” His words are straightforward as though it is the most obvious thing in the world. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, it didn’t seem like anyone else was awake this early so he had to have been the one to brew the coffee. 

“If you’re not drinking it, then why did you make the coffee?” You can’t force your eyes to look away from his own. 

“For you.” You don’t even have time to process his words when footsteps sound from the stairs, alerting you that someone new was awake, with your back to the stairs you can’t see who it is until you feel a hand pat down on your head. 

“Good morning, Y/nnie. Ooh, you made coffee!” Chan ruffles your hair at the top of your head, “Hey, when did you steal my clothes?” He notes, eyeing the oversized hoodie on your figure before walking around the island to greet Minghao and serve himself a cup of coffee. 

You don’t respond, you can’t, not when you can only watch as Minghao’s eyes travel down from your own to the hoodie swallowing your small frame. He doesn’t say a word before pushing away from the counter and walking away from the kitchen with his mug in hand and not another word spoken. 

“Channie, you have the worst timing.” You groan as you rest your forehead on the counter. 

“What did I do?” You heard him through a mouthful of cereal that you aren’t sure when he had the time to grab. 

~~~~

It’s another couple days before you see Minghao, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was purposefully avoiding you after that morning. You do know better though, anything you felt that morning between you and Minghao was clearly one sided, just your hopeless romantic side wanting to attain the same affections it was wanting to give out. Of course Minghao didn’t mean anything by making you coffee, you were dumb to think otherwise is what you would tell yourself constantly to get him out of your head. But truthfully it was getting harder and harder to do so the more time passed. 

Minghao could not rationalize what he was feeling right now. Truth be told, the shift in his feelings towards you recently have caught him entirely by surprise. When he first met you, Minghao thought you were gorgeous but inevitably he concluded that you were Lee Chan’s. From that day in the kitchen during his birthday, when he saw how close you and Chan were, the way he patted your head, Minghao understood that you were already spoken for. After the initial encounter, Minghao also came to the realization that you were entirely too sweet for him. You deserve someone equally as bubbly and happy as you, someone like Lee Chan who could match your energy. 

He would avoid you in group settings but his eyes always found you when you weren’t looking, he honestly didn’t mean to be rude, he just didn’t know how to interact with you. He was weary about getting to know you because the little bits and pieces he learned from observing you or from Chan himself were enough to intrigue Minghao further and he knew it was not a good idea to get to know you anymore than that. You were like a temptation, one that was getting increasingly more difficult to refuse. 

Jealousy was not an emotion he was familiar with, but the more he saw you with Chan the more he was getting used to that dreadful pit in his chest. When he saw Chan carry your drunken body through the front door that night, his initial reaction was utter concern, he worried if you had gotten hurt. The speed in which he got up from the couch sprouted a chuckle from Jun. When Chan had explained that you just had too much to drink and he would be putting you to bed, that pit in his chest erupted into something stronger and Minghao had to physically force himself back down on the couch to hold his tongue. 

He’s not sure what caused him to wake up at the crack of dawn in the silence of the living room where he sat for who knows how long until he heard footsteps upstairs. In that moment he remembered you mentioning once how a good cup of coffee could cure any hangover so without thinking much of it, the quiet man found himself in the kitchen brewing you some fresh coffee despite hating the smell himself. 

He internally cursed himself for admiring how beautiful you looked in the morning or how adorable you were when you tried the coffee for the first time as you let out a hum of relief at the taste. It was concerning how he found himself wanting to continue talking to you, he had spent so long avoiding individual conversation with you and now that he had it, however fleeting it may be, he doesn’t want to let go. That is until Chan stumbles down the steps with a lazy smile, the way he ruffles your hair is like a wave of cold water over Minghao, a wake up call and a reminder that he can not have you, not in the way he wants you. When Chan points out his clothes engulfing your frame Minghao swears he feels his fists clench around the mug he was holding. He decides to take his leave at that moment, not before muttering a quiet greeting toward Chan. 

Minghao knows he shouldn’t react like this, he knows it isn’t Chan’s fault or your own but he can’t help but feel upset, upset that he didn’t meet you first, upset that he couldn’t let himself get close to you without feeling like he was betraying his friend. A small part of him realizes he is being ridiculous, Chan has never openly declared having any feeling for you, never once referred to you as anything other than a really good friend but Minghao is convinced there is something more between the two of you because how can someone be so close to you and not fall for you? 

~~~~

It was game night at Jun and Chan’s place, your first time being in the same room as Minghao since that morning a couple days ago and you could tell things were seemingly back to normal with him avoiding your gaze and staying on the opposite end of the room. The guys were currently playing Mario Kart with Mingyu constantly reaching over to cover his opponents eyes in an attempt to win. The sight brought you damn near to tears as you laughed at his futile attempt to get past eighth place. Jun was yelling at him for cheating and Chan was too busy laughing to realize that his rank was dropping in the race. In the midst of your laughter your eyes found Minghao who was lounging on one of the love seats, his eyes were directly on you and there was a soft smile on his lips, an actual smile. The sight alone was enough to knock the wind out of you, your laughter died down but your smile was as bright as ever. Minghao seemingly caught himself staring and stood up whilst clearing his throat, claiming he needed some air as he walked to the sliding back door and stepped out into the night. 

It all happened so quickly, you’d think you hallucinated it if it weren’t for the soft shove on your shoulder from a smiley blonde boy. Hoshi grinned up at you before nudging his head over to the sliding door Minghao had just walked out of. You instantly shake your head but feel Hoshi begin to softly push you up off the couch. 

“Go, he’s too stubborn to make the first move.” Hoshi almost grumbles out as you stand on your own two feet, your eyes widened at his words but as you turn to question him, he only shakes his head and smiles. “Go.” 

You can feel their eyes on you as you walk toward the sliding door but you don’t dare turn around to face them. Stepping out into the cool night air you allow yourself to take in a deep breath, Minghao is standing off to the side with his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t turn his head to face you which only confirms he is aware of who followed him outside. 

Without hesitating, you take a step closer to him while still keeping a good distance anyway. You decided to stand there in the silence as you rub your hands together and look up at the moon. Normally you hated the silence but being out here with Minghao was peaceful, you didn’t mind the silence as much as you admired the stars in the sky. After a few moments you feel eyes on you which causes you to break away from the moon and the stars only to find Minghao gazing at you with that once again unreadable expression on his face. 

“Hi.” Your voice is just above a whisper as if speaking any louder would disrupt the calm that surrounds you. The corner of his lips lift upward in a gorgeous crooked smile. 

“Hi.” He whispers back without bothering to look away from you. His eyes on you raise goosebumps on your skin, he had never looked at you for this long without looking away and you didn’t want to do anything to disturb it. A smile graces your own lips as you admire him in return. He looked beautiful with the moonlight reflecting in his eyes with a sparkle that you could admire for hours if he let you. 

You didn’t want to disturb the peace between the two of you but you had to know, you had to get it out. You were never one to hold your emotions in for long, if something was on your mind you usually spoke it aloud. 

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” You flinch at your own words, worried that the side of Minghao he has decided to share with you right now would slip away and that stoic expression would return. To your surprise, Minghao just sighs and shakes his head. 

“No, you don’t make me uncomfortable, Y/N.” His response along with the use of your name made your head spin, you don’t think you’ve ever actually heard Minghao use your first name, at least not directed at you. It sounded so nice coming from his lips, you didn’t realize your name could sound so pretty. 

“Did I do something wrong then? Did I offend you somehow?” At this point you were searching for any kind of explanation for the way he treats you, at least if you knew what you did wrong you could apologize and give him his space. 

He shakes his head again, this time a soft chuckle slips past his lips. 

“Then why…why do you avoid me as much as you do, why do you hate me?” 

Minghao couldn’t help the way his eyes widened in surprise at your blunt question. How could he not realize he was treating you so badly to the point you believed he genuinely hated you? 

“Oh, angel. I don’t hate you, I’m sorry for making you think I do. I just…” He grows silent then, not knowing how to voice his emotions. He was never too good at doing so with words, he often found himself expressing his feelings through actions instead. 

You don’t say anything, not wanting to discourage him from sharing how he really feels about you if it isn’t hatred. 

“I’m not used to this…you make me feel different, I thought I could ignore it.” He pauses again, turning to look up at the moon as he sighed. “I don’t hate you, I never did. I - I think I have stronger feelings for you that I was prepared to have and…it doesn’t help to see you with Chan, I guess I felt…jealous and guilty for having these emotions when you two are…” He trails off and shakes his head again. 

“Whatever you two are is none of my business. I was only trying to keep my distance, I’m sorry for making you feel this way…that wasn’t my intention.” Minghao continues to face the sky, not daring to look you in the eye after his confession. 

His words take a moment to fully sink into your skin, you don't know whether to smile, laugh, or cry. All this time, Minghao was brushing you off because he liked you and here you were accusing him of hating you. He just didn’t know how to express his feelings for you because of Chan - you blink a couple times, realizing the last point of his confession. 

“Wait, you think there’s something going on between Chan and me?” You point to yourself and then towards the house again, a look of disbelief on your face as Minghao only shrugs before turning his head to face you again. With his hands still in his pocket and that unreadable expression still painted across his features he looks so incredibly nonchalant, you almost want to kick him for looking so casual while you were trying your very best to not freak out in front of him. 

“Isn’t there?” His tone is once again extremely calm as if the concept of you and Chan being romantically involved was obvious to everyone. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at his response. 

“No! Absolutely not, why would you think that?” Minghao’s eyebrows twitch up and you find yourself wondering if his reaction is that of surprise with a mix of relief. 

“I..I guess I just assumed since you guys are so close and-” 

“Wait, has Chan said something? Because we are not together, do the others think so? No, no I think you’re the only one that thinks Chan and I are anything more than friends.” You shake your head at the thought, the others knew you well enough now to know that Chan and yourself treat each other like siblings, there were no questions about it. 

“Okay, maybe I am the only one that thought that, I don’t know…I’m sorry.” His apology is sincere if the downturn of the corner of his lips was anything to go by. 

“So, you were jealous? Because you thought I was with Chan?” You turn your body to fully face him now and you allow yourself to take a step toward him, still keeping a distance between your bodies.

Minghao hesitates for a moment as he looks back up at the stars littering the night sky. With him looking away, you find yourself admiring him once again but really when aren’t you admiring this man? 

“It didn’t start off as jealousy, at first I just didn’t know you and I’m not very comfortable around people when I first meet them. Then you started hanging out with us more and I found myself enjoying your presence. I thought you and Chan were together, or at least that you liked each other so I felt guilty because I couldn’t help myself from looking at you or listening intently to your every word even when you thought I wasn’t paying attention. I felt like I was betraying a friend, I hated myself for thinking of you that way because I was so convinced you were Chan’s. It made me feel even more uncomfortable, every time I saw you I just wanted to talk to you, touch you, I wanted your attention. But lately it’s been getting harder to push you away.” 

Your heart was beating so rapidly against your ribcage you were sure it would burst through the constraints and land on the ground in front of you. Part of you wanted nothing more than to embrace the quiet man before you, you wanted to call him an idiot for not talking to you sooner, you wanted to reassure him how he should have never felt guilty for feeling the way he felt, and most importantly you wanted to kiss him until your lips bruised.

“I don’t like Lee Chan, he’s my best friend and there is nothing going on between us at all. If you would have tried to have even just one conversation with me, you probably would have noticed that I don’t like Chan because…I like you, Minghao.” Unsure of his reaction, you can’t help but hold your breath as you watch him. His head slowly turns to face you and his eyes display a kind of emotion you have never seen on him before. 

“Really?” His tone is full of disbelief, he wasn’t expecting the conversation to turn this way but he couldn’t be happier. Minghao felt his breath get caught in his throat awaiting your response, suddenly nothing else mattered, not even breathing.

You nod enthusiastically up at him, taking another step towards him without being able to stop yourself. Minghao feels his own body turn to fully face you now and his hands come out from his pockets to rub at the sides of his cargo pants. 

“I like you, Minghao.” You whisper as you look up at him with big eyes that nearly melt him right then and there. He’s never heard you say his name before and now he’s addicted to the sound. Minghao doesn’t even realize he has taken the necessary steps toward you to completely close the gap between the two of you, his hands instinctively reach out to softly cup your jaw and tilt your head up to meet your eyes. 

“Say it again, please.” His voice is quiet and almost pleading. The sound alone makes your knees weak, there is just something about hearing his voice sound so nervous when he is normally so calm and collected that you can’t resist. You don’t hesitate to repeat yourself whilst gazing up at him in admiration. 

“I have feelings for you, Minghao. Only you.” You whisper again with a smile as Minghao caresses your cheeks with his thumbs, his hands still holding your jaw. Your own hands come up to hold onto his wrists, tilting your face to press a kiss to his fingertips. The way he looks down at you can only be described as mesmerized the way his eyes study your face as though you would fade into the night at any moment. 

“You sound so pretty saying my name, angel.” Your heart swells in your chest and your cheeks grow warm at his words. How can he say he’s not good with words and then say something like that? 

“Minghao..” The tone in which your voice morphs sounds more like a whimper than anything else which causes an amused smirk to grow on his lips. “Hmm?” He hums in response at you, still caressing your face in his hands. 

“Kiss me?” You practically beg him, pouting your lips for good measure. The taller man grins down at you before leaning in to finally press his lips into yours. You melt into the kiss instantly feeling a warmth overtake your entire body. If it weren't for Minghao’s hands still holding your jaw you were sure you’d collapse from how weak your knees felt. Your grip on his wrists only tightened as he deepened the kiss with his tongue licking at your bottom lip. 

Parting your lips for him, you finally feel his tongue swipe against your own and the kiss only deepens from there. Suddenly you both forget you are right outside the house, with your friends waiting just inside and any one of them could step out and catch the two of you in your current state but this doesn’t seem to stop Minghao from trailing his left hand down to your waist, the other slightly lowering to the side of your soft neck. His left hand squeezes at the skin on your side, groaning into the kiss as he feels you arch your back for him. Your hands find his hair and instantly tug at the dark tresses by the nape of his neck. You would do anything to stay in this moment forever but eventually the two of you have to pull away for air. Minghao doesn’t hesitate in trailing kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck making you smile and sigh. 

It was so peaceful being with him like this, his presence made you feel comfortable and safe. The way he looked down at you now with affection completely countered the looks he used to throw at you, you wondered how you could have ever considered that he hated you. 

“How mad do you think Chan will get with me for stealing you away from him?” He asked with a bright grin on his face, you decide at that moment you don’t ever want to go another day without seeing that wide smile. 

“About as mad as Jun will be with me for stealing you away from him.” You joke back with him, giggling as he pulls you in for a tight hug, as his larger hand holds the back of your head, pulling you as close to him as possible. 

“Thank you.” You feel him whisper into your hair. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion at his words. “For what?” 

He shrugs, “For following me out here.” You smile into his chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly. 

“Would it be entirely too cringey to say I’d follow you anywhere?” Your words are broken up with giggles inbetween causing you to lightly shake in his hold. You can feel Minghao groan from deep within his chest and his head shake from above you. 

“Entirely.” He chuckles as he shuts his eyes but only pulls you impossibly closer. 

“Okay.” You smile into his chest as your fits of giggles die down and you return to that comfortable silence you can only fully experience with him. 

| ahh! my first fic after so long! thank you for reading, it was really fun to get back into this writing style. it was only fitting my first fic on here be about minghao himself lol |

[bones4thecats]

Can I please ask for a malleus and Floyd and riddle with kianna komori

But how are they react to walking in on her having a mental breakdown

By the way I did some adjustments to her character so I would appreciate it if you read it I hope any info that's on my page will be useful to you

When Their S/O Has A Mental Breakdown

Type of Writing: Request Name: When Their S/O Has a Mental Breakdown Characters: Malleus Draconia, Floyd Leech, and Riddle Rosehearts Requester: @nunezs-stuff

A/N: I've been asked who this 'Kianna' is, if you want to gain more info on her, go to the requester's account. There you can read many bits of information on this OC. But, for now, the reason behind the mental breakdown in ambiguous. By the way, the reader is in the character's year and is a separate person from Yuu.

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🐉 He never tried prying into your past, he and you had established that when you first met; neither of you would pry into each other's history

🐉 Malleus never had an issue with this agreement until today

🐉 While waiting for you so you guys could walk to class today, and when you never showed a sign of showing up, he had gone to your dorm-head, Vil Schoenheit

🐉 Vil only shrugged his shoulders and said that he and Rook had been trying to coax you out of your room for hours, only to be given the cold shoulder, or in other words, no answer

🐉 This only worried your boyfriend farther, and he had decided to try getting an answer out of you when he tried knocking on the door

" Dearest, are you alright in there? "

🐉 Malleus only gained silence pouring through his ears, alarming him. You had always answered him when he arrived at your door

🐉 Looking back at the Housewarden and Vice-Housewarden of Pomefiore, they could see how much confusion and fear was filling the Prince's eyes, sending alarms through their bodies

" Roi des Dragons, maybe they just need some time to their-self. They did seem tired last night. " " Rook is right. Y/N had come to dinner fairly pale and they were nearly asleep at the table, but it seemed something was keeping their eyes pried open. In the past three years of being alongside them, I have never seen them so tired and scared before... it was fairly alarming... "

🐉 Malleus sighed and waved for the two to leave the area, knowing the must have some kind of work to attend too. And once they left his ear-shot, he gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists

🐉 He could feel his nails digging into his palm, causing small crescents of red to build underneath, but that was not what was hurting him at the moment; you ignoring him hurt far more

" Y/N, I am coming inside. "

🐉 Opening the door, Malleus was caught off guard to see you sitting on the ground wrapped in a blanket, swaying back and forth while staring at a photograph that laid on the ground

🐉 Your boyfriend looked at the photo and back at you, making the connection quite fast. These must be people who had hurt you in the past... how dare they...

🐉 Hearing your shaky breaths, he focused his attention back to you, you were his main priority at the moment, not those balls of scum

" My love, I am right here. Don't worry. Are you alright? "

🐉 Once his arms made their way around you, you had dug yourself into his body, tears meeting his neck as your burrowed your face into the softer flesh

" Malleus- I- oh Great Seven... "

🐉 He shushed you as you wept. He may not be super good at this, but he did help raise Silver with Lilia, he understands how to comfort someone to a decent level

🐉 While he does want to know what those people had done, for now he can leave it behind in favor of comforting you

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🎭 Floyd is not the best when it comes to handling other people's emotions, and both of you understood that. He is aware of his mood swings to an extent, and you weren't very expressive most of the time, so it was a decent turnout

🎭 Your boyfriend and you landed on a middle-ground of sorts, you wouldn't pry into his emotions if he didn't pry in on yours

🎭 And for quite a while, you guys stayed on that piece of land very strongly, though, everything is bound to have a pitfall of sorts. Whether the fallen come back up and continue their path is unknown

🎭 And this was quite the pitfall

🎭 Floyd and you were just messing around together on the grounds, screwing with other people's minds by using his creepy smile and your stone-cold glare, but, when you didn't come back from your 'bathroom break', he got worried

🎭 Walking throughout the school, every student in his way stood off to the side, as they didn't want to be beaten by an angry eel

🎭 As he walked around, he called your name over and over. And, unlike many, you had no nickname related to sea-creatures, he had respect for you as his S/O, so no nickname was used after he and you sealed the deal

🎭 Now, back to the point;

🎭 Once Floyd came upon his brother and childhood friend, he had asked them where you were, only to be met by their fingers pointing to the door in front of them; your room

" Y/N-dear, please let us in... we just want to know what is the matter. " " P-please go, Azul. " " Y/N! Please let me in! Come on, it's Floydie, your eel boyfriend! Come on! "

🎭 Azul and Jade looked at one another and nodded before leaving you and Floyd alone, they knew you needed space, but they weren't gonna try angering Floyd in the progress

🎭 As time passed, Floyd gained impatient, why were you not opening the door for him?!

🎭 Eventually, your boyfriend announced he was coming in whether you liked it or not, and he began to break through the lock (willing to bet he knows some skill like that)

🎭 Once his mismatched eyes landed on your shaking form, Floyd's mood dampened. He then walked up to you and hugged you, he understood that you were having a mental breakdown, Azul had quite a few of these growing up

" Y/N... Honey... Hey, hey, I'm right here with ya', take some long breaths okay? Here, I'll do them with you! Breath in- breath out, yeah- just like that! "

🎭 Floyd continued to hold you after you calmed down, wondering what could have set you off like that. Whatever or whoever did better look out, they now have a psychotic mer-eel after them, and he doesn't give up easily

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❤️ Did someone ask for the mental-breakdown expert?

❤️ Riddle and you, much like in the previous sets, have boundaries. He is very private when it comes to his home-life, with the rare few knowing about his mother

❤️ And while you and him have spoken about both your pasts once or twice, he finds himself drawing a blank when discussing himself and you, it just feels weird sharing his emotions with another being that wasn't someone he's known ever since childhood

❤️ Though, that doesn't make your relationship rocky, just somewhat rough around the edges, like Leona!

❤️ Ever since the fourth attempt to talk about your home-lives, Riddle had been busy with Housewarden duties, from getting the rose fully painted to having Un-Birthday Parties to celebrate, his schedule has been jammed-packed

❤️ But, once he reached some free-time, he had immediately messaged you, asking if you yourself was free, as he knew how ruthless Vil could be with his 'schedules' himself

❤️ As he waited seconds, minutes, and eventually a half-hour, Riddle began to wonder why you hadn't answered. He knew for a fact that Vil wouldn't have such a good member of his dorm like you busy for that long

❤️ So, after asking Cater and Trey to watch the dorm like hawks as he took care of an errand, he set his sights on the Mirror Chamber, and eventually Pomefiore's mirror

❤️ Walking through the halls, he found Vil and asked where you had been, only to receive the answer that you had requested to go to bed early, much to your superior's confusion

❤️ Riddle thanked his upper-classman before he left and went to your room. And once he reached the door, he sighed and straightened his clothing, one must not have such a messy outfit

" My Rose, are you alright in there? Vil said that you had gone to bed early, is that true? "

❤️ Hearing no reply, Riddle gained more nervousness than before

" Ah, Roi des Roses! Are you having a hard time getting into your dearest's room? Here, a key! Have a nice chat! "

❤️ Looking down at the key that Rook left in his gloved hand, Riddle groaned, that hunter really knew how to scare someone at their most oblivious, huh?

❤️ Unlocking the door and announcing his entrance, Riddle walked inside, pocketing the small apple-shaped key as he looked around for you, only to see a small form curled into a rose-pattered blanket

" Rose...? Oh sweet mercy... are you alright, dearest? " " Riddle- I- ... oh lord... "

❤️ He flinched slightly as you clung to his jacket, tears cascading out of your eyes as you cried, holding one of the few people you cared for tightly, your grip tightening with every second

❤️ Hushing you and helping you take deep breaths, Riddle pulled out his phone and messaged his Vice-Housewarden, claiming he would not be returning for the night, saying that you needed someone with you at the moment

❤️ Powering off the device and setting it aside, your boyfriend hugged you just as tight, he knew if he was in your situation he would want to be aware that he was cared for... and by the Queen of Hearts, if he could, he would take this pain away

❤️ But, for now, he's content with holding you to his chest as you slept off this pain... if you woke happily in his arms, it would all be worth it

[hey-sunshines]

So I’m Canadian. And I recently saw a tiktok of a guy who recently moved to Canada freaking out about the concept of second winter/snow in the spring. Like he was recording it snowing outside his apartment in the middle of April.

And it got me thinking about how the TF141 guys would react to their Canadian partners weird concept of weather and temperature. Because I don’t think people truly understand how weird our weather can be sometimes, both as an insider (who thinks this is totally normal) and as an outsider.

Like in my area the average temperature fluctuations in a calendar year is -30 degrees Celsius to +30 degrees Celsius. And that’s just the average and does not include wind chill or humidity. I would say most people in Canada don’t find something really cold until you get to that point -28 point. And similarly, they don’t find something hot until it gets to that point+28 point.

Where as in the UK it looks like the average temperatures are between 3 degrees Celsius and 24 degrees Celsius according to Google (and I’d say it sounds accurate based on the few times that I’ve been to the UK and what family in the UK has told me). Now allowing for some wiggle room, let’s say -5 to 27. That’s not a lot of fluctuation. I also read an article years ago about how people were passing out from heat stroke during a marathon in the UK when the temperatures had reached the “unbelievable temperature” of 25. So not only does it back up the very little fluctuations idea but also confirms that the average UK citizen does not to well in any temperature outside of like 5 to 20 degrees.

Now the guys in the TF141 probably are more used to extreme temperatures compared to the average British person due to being deployed to a wide variety of places. But ultimately the UK is their base line. And they are used to how British people react to weather.

But then they suddenly get a Canadian partner (maybe they’re there for work or whatever). And they are wearing shorts and a t shirt or a dress most of the year, even well into January. They go out is sweatshirts at most on a “cold” day. When there’s a day in March when it’s 12 or 15 degrees, their partner is telling them to come sit in the garden with a pint because it’s prime patio season.

Their first winter together, maybe they turn down the thermostat a little or opened a window when going to bed, hoping their partner would cuddle up close for warmth. Because they don’t want to ask to cuddle, especially Price and Ghost. They want you to ask/seek them out because you NEED them. Instead they are hit with a “OH THANK GOD ITS SLIGHTLY COOLER IN HERE. I’ve been DYING of heat the last few nights. Why is it so hot in Britain during the winter?”

But they are flabbergasted when, in July, you decide to go for a run together and you’re wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, while they’re wearing shorts and a t shirt. And they’re like, “Love, it’s 22 degrees outside. Aren’t you going to overheat in that?” “But baby there’s a breeze coming off the Thames and I find it cold.” Like what?!

And don’t get me started on their fighting over their national sports.

[sugar-coated-prat-dragon]

Title: The knights were NOT anti-magic extremists

I’m really tired of the fandom acting like the knights of the round table were sadistic murders, when it came to magic and sorcerers. 😬 🚫

So I’m going to write out all the times (that I can remember off the top of my head), where they went up against magic users and how they reacted.

Most of the knights of the round table, never showed any malice towards magic users who weren't dangerous and they certainly didn't go out of their way to harm any of them.

In fact, the only real time the knights ever go after a magic user in such a way is when they go after Dragoon, (who they plan to arrest) and even then, only because the kingdom believes him to have been responsible for killing Uther.

- Gwaine initially raised his sword to Grettir, but only when he thought he wasn't going to allow them to cross the bridge and showed no further anger towards him, once he was told his sword would be returned to him.

- Leon is awed by the Druids for having saved him when he was on the verge of death. He shows no malice towards them.

- Gwaine kills Orn (Alator’s bodyguard/minion). Which he does because they have kidnapped Gaius, held him prisoner and tortured him.

- Elyan hugged the spirit of a little boy because he thought he might be cold and tried to comfort him.

- Gwaine didn't move to attack the Diamair, despite it clearly being a magical creature.

- The knights only go after Finna, because they believe her to be a dangerous sorcereress (given the way Helva was attacked and only a few people managed to escape with their lives).

LEON There's a dangerous sorceress at large, Merlin. Plus a bunch of Saxons. This is not the place to be alone.

ARTHUR Send out a second patrol. Seal off the Ford at Greinten and alert the border garrisons.

They must be found and brought to trial.

- The knights only pursue Kara originally, because she was spotted near the area where Saxon's raided wagons of weapons headed to Camelot.

And then of course, Kara seals her fate later by trying to stab their king and refusing to repent her crime, even after they show her mercy. ⚔️

- Admittedly, the knights did go on the hunt to find and destiny Aithusa's egg.

However, I think it's important to remember their kingdom was ravaged by a dragon, only a few short years before and many of their people died.

They also had no way of knowing Merlin was a dragon lord, who had the power to control the dragon and keep it away from the kingdom.

So honestly, that's a very valid and understandable fear.

- In the Disir episode: The knights try to apprehend the sorcerer, Osgar (as is their job).

They only go after him with more force once one their knights, Sir Ranulf, is killed in the process.

Leon: They were trying to apprehend him when he used his powers to escape. I am sorry to report... Sir Ranulf was mortally wounded.

So yes, the knights aren't going out their way to pull masks over their heads, to hide their identity and then free sorcerers.

But the knights are also not shown to have any actual grievances against magic users or go out their way to attack them.

The only time the knights have been shown to attack sorcerers, is when they were a threat (or to arrest Dragoon, who they believed killed the former king).

So (excluding Leon), I don’t think it's out of character to believe the knights might initially fear Arthur's reaction to finding out Merlin had magic, or thinking they might have to step in to protect him.

The knights trying to instinctively protect Merlin, doesn't mean that Arthur is evil or unreasonable.

It simply means that they recognize the kings authority in that moment, (since magic is against the law of the kingdom) and they would likely be able to visibly see that Merlin was afraid.

That makes them protective friends.

Something that I think even Arthur would appreciate afterward.

He cares deeply about Merlin and would be grateful the knights had the backbone to try to protect him.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Convoy with @anastasian-dreamer reminded me of this short I wrote. Basically we were talking about the jealous girl trope. I had it on my phone and went: hey lets take five minutes to ignore work and do a quick post.

Izuku didn't know what was wrong. He’d had a nice talk the night before with Melissa over a video chat, and Uraraka had shown up to borrow some notes. Things had seemed normal, fine. Uraraka seemed a bit off but she'd been acting strange all day.

When he woke up though, and went down to breakfast, Uraraka suddenly was ignoring him. She'd refuse to look at him. She seemed angry about something and Izuku didn't know what.

Worse was how the other girls were acting. He was being glared at and Ashido actually called him despicable. She shoved him!

Then Jirou ignored him during training and he ended up falling on his face. She got told off by All Might and seemed angry about it, her glare deadly. Hagakure pretended not to see him, and Tsu was cold. Them Yaomomo just did not respond to him at lunch.

Izuku didn't know what was going on. His chest hurt and all he could think was that they finally were reacting about his Quirklessness now that the war was over.

They knew he used to be Quirkless, they knew he was a fake. They were treating him like Adera used to. He couldn’t breathe, he-

“Midoriya! Izuku!” a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and Izuku jerked away. “Izuku it’s Iida. Can you hear me?” the taller teen asked.

Izuku took a shaky breathe, nodding jerkily.

“Okay, Izuku- tell me five things you see.” Tenya said. He began working through the senses with the green haired boy, slowly calming him down.

“Thanks Tenya,” Izuku murmured. He flushed. “Sorry, Iida.”

“We’ve been through enough you can call me by my first name,” Tenya told him.

“You can do the same to me,” Izuku took a long breath. “Thanks.”

“No problem. What happened?” Tenya asked.

“Uraraka and the other girls have been weird all day. You saw what happened in training. But I just…”

“I understand,” Tenya said. He did. It had taken a while but he recognized the signs in Izuku. Bullying left a harsh mark, and Izuku was no exception to the trauma of it.

“I dont know why they're acting like this,” Izuku confessed. “It just suddenly happened.” he looked down, feeling hurt. Tenya frowned at his friend, unsure himself.

But he would get to the bottom of it.

Later, after Tenya helped Izuku to his room and got Todoroki to come and sit with him, the engine Quirked teen went to the kitchen where the girls were hovering over Uraraka.

“Uraraka, why did I have to calm Izuku down from a panic attack because you and the other girls have been bullying him all day?” Tenya asked, uncaring that other students were in the common area. Uraraka froze, eyes wide.

“We haven't been bullying him!” Ashido cried out angrily.

“So ignoring him, acting like you can't see him and risking his safety in training isn't bullying?” Tenya demanded. Jirou looked down, anger in her face. Tenya expected she’d be stubborn given it was only recently she had backed off her taunting of Kaminari. He had enough a few months before and told her off, but she kept going until she had gotten a few session of ‘this is bullying’ lectures from Midnight. But Jirou hated being called out most of all the girls, so she would dig in her heels.

“He deserves it!” Hagakure said, the girl’s uniform moving like she was putting her hands on her hips.

“He deserves bodily and mental harm?” Tenya could not believe what the girl said. Yaoyorozu flushed, looking down. “Yaoyorozu as vice president of the class, what has possessed you to do this?” Tenya asked the girl.

“Uraraka was upset,” the rich heiress admitted.

“About what?” Tenya asked. This was baffling.

“Midoriya was talking to that girl Melissa!” Ashido said.

Tenya waited but no more came. He stared at the girls, who looked unrepentant as Uraraka sniffed, looking sad.

“… are you fucking kidding?” a voice asked. It was Kaminari, who had been listening in with Kirishima and Mineta. “He fucking talks to a girl and you bully him? Wow, guess its no surprise Jirou did it, she loves to torment people but the rest of you?!”

“Hey!” Jirou protested as the other girls glared.

“Uraraka likes him! It hurt her when-”

“They’re not dating,” Tenya interjected. “He has no ideas of her feelings and was talking to a friend of his. She decided after she got jealous to take it out on him. He did nothing wrong.”

“He shouldn't have talked to her late at night!” Ashido said.

“His American friend in a different time zone shouldn't have spoken with him when it was reasonable for them both?” Tenya asked. Ashido opened her mouth but closed it. She looked angry while Yaoyorozu looked heart broken. Tsu was wincing, obviously having realized where they went wrong. Yet Hagakure just crossed her arms.

“It hurt Uraraka,” the invisible girl insisted as Jirou nodded.

“Alright then. Mineta, I suppose the girls will date you now since obviously its the feelings of people who like others that matter most,” Tenya said to the short guy who grinned.

“Ooooo,” the pervert leered.

“What?! No!” Hagakure stepped back.

“Thats not the same!” Ashido said.

“So if Kirishima got mad at you for talking to a guy, because lets say Kirishima is straight for this and has a crush on you, then he proceeds to get all the guys in class to ignore you and one of them outright lets you get hurt during training, its okay then?” Tenya asked. Kirishima crossed his arms, glaring at the girls.

“So unmanly Mina. You claim to hate bullies yet you become one?” the red head demanded. Ashido shook her head.

“It-”

“It’s exactly the same,” a new voice said. They all turned to see Aizawa and Midnight in the dorms, Midnight giving the girls a very angry look. “This is abusive and controlling behaviour no matter how you look at it.”

“Im not abusive!” Uraraka said, shaking her head as the other girls protested. The teachers were unmoved.

“Jealousy is a natural reaction and you’re not at fault for feeling upset he is talking to another girl,” Midnight said calmly, but her voice cold. “But as soon as you lash out and hurt others it crosses a line. If a boy doing it to you isn't okay then this isn't either.”

Tenya left the teachers to scolding the girls, heading back up the stairs to speak with Izuku. He deserved an explanation.

-

Ochako didn't really know… no, she did know where it went wrong.

When she put her own feelings before her friend.

She had been psyching herself up all day to speak to Deku. She had wanted to ask him out, now that things had calmed down after All for One was killed by Shigaraki who went underground. People worried about what he was doing, but there was a measure of peace.

She had wanted to ask out the boy she had a crush on for so long. But then she saw him speaking with Melissa. Something inside her felt twisted, making her rush a stupid excuse before she left in shame. Jealousy came then, causing her to angrily rant to the other girls who took her side. She felt hurt, and righteous in her anger towards Deku.

Ochako had no right though. She knew that, even if she had ignored the gut feeling at the time. She just felt so sad. The other girls fed into that, even the more level headed of the class. Maybe because the idea of girl solidarity was high, or perhaps it was caused by the girls all just feeding into one another. The idea that Deku was fully in the wrong for how he treated her.

Even if he did nothing wrong. He only talked to a female friend. Ochako…

God emotions were messy.

Ochako sat in her room, wondering what the next day would bring. The dressing down from the teachers had hurt but truly forced her to see where she had gone wrong. She had no claim to Deku. They were friends. That was it. Him talking to Melissa wasn't a slight against her, and even if they were dating a chat about support gear with a friend wasn't cheating.

Yaomomo and Tsu had been ashamed when it was pointed out. They'd been swpt up in solidarity with Ochako, and ended up hurting a friend. Hagakure and Ashido were ashamed to, though they were perhaps more so given they actively had lashed out. Jirou… she was the most in trouble given she had let Deku get hurt during training. Ochako felt awful her emotions caused the incident. It boiled in her gut, making her sick.

Trying to sleep, Ochako hoped things looked brighter in the morning.

The next day, she went down to the kitchen to find Bakugou quietly cooking. She hesitated. After his ‘apology’ to Deku where he quickly just kept acting the same, prompting the green haired teen to end their friendship, stating he did not want to be friends with someone who so easily went back on his word, Bakugou had been quietly shunned by the rest of the class.

Yet not to the extent we treated Deku yesterday, Ochako thought miserably.

“Huh,” Bakugou had noticed her. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “The only other student more hated then me right now, ain't ya Cheeks?”

“No one hates me,” Ochako snapped.

“Well no, not like me. But most of the guys are pretty pissed,” Bakugou shrugged as he turned back to cooking. “Can’t say I'm happy either. That's fucked up what happened.”

“Oh? You’re saying something?!” Ochako snapped, unhappy he of all people felt he got to judge her.

“Speaking as the guy who tried to just slap an apology I didn't mean over a wound? Yeah, I think I get to point out you ain’t no fucking saint Cheeks. You did what I did, maybe even worse since I've never been nice to Deku.” Bakugou said calmly. “Meanwhile you were his friend.”

“I am his friend! I just… Let my emotions get away from me,” Ochako admitted. Deku would forgive her. He was kind like that. He would understand she just lost her head.

Maybe he'd confess to! Maybe he liked her back! Her cheeks warmed at the thought and she squared her shoulders. Yes, she would face this head on.

Bakugou shook his head at her, looking amused and a bit annoyed. She ignored him.

Things would be okay. They would.

-

“If there had been any chance of us being together Uraraka… yesterday ruined it.”

“What? I dont-”

“If me talking to a girl who is a friend causes this when we aren't dating, what happens when we are?”

Notes:

-I have never liked the trope ‘girl gets jealous over crush talking to another girl so she acts out against the boy by ignoring him/hitting him’ and MHA is full of it, sometimes with the other girls in the class backing Ochako and sometimes not. So I decided to write this.

Yes it is abusive behaviour. You can be upset your crush talking to someone else. But as soon as you start acting like it was cheating/offensive, go touch some damn grass. You dont get to control people. You're not dating them and even if you were why the actual FUCK would it matter as long as they weren't cheating?

-I did go extreme here I'll admit but I have seen it in fics. And then they're in the ‘right’.

-Izuku losing OFA is stupid and we ignore that in this house.

-We also ignore how everyone just lets Bakugou continue being a dick after his apology so he actually has to change instead of giving lip service. This is fairly Bakugou friendly for me. I imagine he is in therapy right now and working through his shit.

-Izuku is also in therapy so he doesn't let Ochako get away with being cruel to him. They do rebuild their friendship but it is never the same as it was before, and Izuku would never consider her a possible partner.

-The other girls also lost Izuku’s friendship

[meowdei]

okay wait how would ayato react to reader having an assassin try to kill her? or if someone tried to kidnap her?

Omg. Okay. I would give you a fic for this but. I can’t say much but something’s coming up one day with something similar so that’s all I’ll say. Hint. Wink.

ANYWAY. I’ll ramble about it to you though.

It happens in broad daylight—everyone knows Ayato is far too smart to let his wife wander alone at night, even within the estates gates. There’s always guards hovering. But in the daylight, sometimes he allows you to walk through densely populated areas alone. The guards will escort you and then let you keep your distance and keep to yourself for a bit. Ayato doesn’t like it, but he understands how hovering it can feel.

But then it happens one day.

Someone who took the opportunity to slip a cloth over your mouth in the bustling crowd. They think no one will notice. That your slip to unconsciousness will be a quiet, easy affair and it’ll be simple after that.

They’re wrong.

Ayato’s guards are well trained. Better trained after you come along, in fact. They have to meet his standards if they want to protect his wife when he’s not around, after all. The man doesn’t make it very far before he’s pinned down to the ground and you’re being carefully held up by two guards.

Hell breaks loose after that. Quietly, of course. Ayato is never one to make a scene of anything, or to make himself known more than he has to be.

He cancels everything when he gets the news. (You beg the guards not to tell him for this exact reason, but they’d never listen to you on a matter so serious.) You come back to the estate with distress clear on his face—brows furrowed and lips a hard line.

“You’ll get wrinkles,” you try to tease. The slight tremor in your hand makes his jaw clench when you rub your thumb between his brows.

“I shall escort you to our chambers. Come with me, my dear,” he’ll say seriously.

Something’s off about his tone. You can hear it, but you’re so tired and shaken up, you let him wrap his arms around you and bring you to your bed, gently settling you under the sheets. He stays until you fall asleep—not more than that, however.

He has other matters to attend to.

And then, after the sun has set and your room is dimly lit, you finally awaken. There’s a small creak of your door opening, making your eyes squint to adjust to the figure of your husband slipping in.

“Ayato?” You whisper.

“Ah, you’re awake,” he chuckles. His tone is still off. “You stay right there, I will return to you once I’ve bathed.”

He’s quick to enter your bathroom—like he doesn’t want you to see something once your eyes properly adjust from their bleariness.

It’s odd, you think. Ayato always insists you join his late night showers. (You always love to deny him just to see him pouty and beg.)

It’s not long before he joins you, wrapping you up in his arms as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“From now on, I shall accompany you on your strolls myself,” he murmurs. “If you do not enjoy the company of guards surrounding you, surely your husband is not an issue.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re a busy man—”

“It’s alright, my dear. I will find time.” It’s the hint of finality in his tone you’re not used to.

And then you realize. There’s a sharp, deep feeling in your gut that tells you.

“Where did you go today?” You murmur, rubbing his chest. He grabs your hand, kissing your inner wrist.

“I had some matters to handle,” he says vaguely. “There was someone I needed to…speak with.”

And then you know the reason his tone feels different. It’s cold. Dark, even. And something in your head tells you it’s wrong, but everything else in your body just feels so safe, you can’t dwell on it too long.

“Did you manage to finish handling them?” You murmur.

He chuckles, bringing you closer, eyes fondly looking down at you in the dark. “Oh, yes, my dear. I’ve made sure they’re very well handled.”

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Make your Whumpees Chronically Ill.

What kind? Do they have Chronic Pain? Chronic Fatigue? Dietary illnesses? Connective tissue diseases? Autoimmune disorders? Something made up or fantasy based? Something else entirely?

What does their day-to-day look like? Maybe they don't need a Whumper to be suffering. Can they take care of themselves, or do they need help? Do they get that help? What happens if they don't? What happens if there is a Whumper using this against them, or a Caretaker who doesn't understand? Make them flare up, then worsen all their symptoms!

For invisible illnesses; Do people believe them when they say they're sick even though no one can see it on the outside? Do they struggle with not being able to see what they feel themselves?

For more visible illnesses; Do they face discrimination and ableism? Do people treat them differently, do people infantalise them? How do they feel about that?

Questions;

What are their symptoms like?

Do they flare up?

If their health worsens, will it ever recover?

Do they mourn the life they had before it got to this point?

Do they have a diagnosis, or even know what's wrong?

What gives them respite?

What makes them worse?

Do they suffer with mental health issues as well, and are they because of the Chronic Illness or a secondary thing to suffer?

Pain;

Neuropathic pain;

Widespread, often nerve based pains from a nervous system disease or disorder

Allodynia- tactile, thermal or mechanical allodynia, even the lightest touch can hurt, and your skin feels raw and bruised. Pressing on it hurts deeply, to the bone. Pain can worsen with temperature fluctuations, warm and/or cold.

Parasthesia- peripheral neuropathy, partial or full numbness, tingling, pricking, vice like or lightning-like pains, weakness in the affected areas. Can worsen with compression, such as restraints or stress positions, and can come and go.

Nociceptive pain;

Somatic sharp pain that's localised to the affected area and can be caused by long term, unhealing or reocurrent damage and injury

Visceral aching pain that's widespread and can be caused by systemic disease

Inflammation- hot, aching pains that throb incessantly, seizing joints and knotted muscles, brain fog, headaches and sluggish thoughts, stabbing tendons and sharp pain in ligaments, swelling, tenderness and redness

Dislocations, subluxations and connective tissue weakness, weak joints that can contort beyond what is normal, soft skin that bruises breaks and scars with ease, never ending joint pain, grinding bone against bone and broken cartlidge, permanently altered movements from ligament damage, agonisingly powerful sharp stabbing pains at certain movements

General:

Pain that's worst when waking. Pain that gets worse throughout the day. Pain that's worse in heat or in cold, pain that changes with the weather

Dissociation as a way to cope with the pain, to the point when they realise just where hurts it's like being hit by a truck. Depersonalization to the point they don't know who they even are, they don't feel alive, these limbs are not their own. Derealisation to the point reality feels like it's taken a step to the left, like they're a ghost and the real world is behind a pane of glass. Both blanketing over them in a desperate attempt by the brain to stop the pain that would have them screaming without it.

Pain that they no longer respond to, what's the use in screaming when it never ends. Chronic pain that masks the acute pain of injuries they didn't realise you had. (Ask me how I know...) Chronic pain that has medical professionals shocked at how little they react to things that cause severe pain. Chronic pain that wears down their tolerance for everything else, that makes them snappy, irritable and angry.

Vice like pains, twisting clawing tearing inside muscles, pain when they move, speak, even breathe.

Pain that never ends and isn't touched by most medications. Pain that IS helped by some medications, but the side affects are terrible, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, hallucinations, bladder and bowel issues, slurred speech and a hazy mind

Pain they cannot see that drives them to hurt themselves on purpose just to feel in control of it, just to be able to see what they feel upon their skin

Pain that will make them do anything for it to stop, pain that takes their hope away, robs them of their dreams, makes them want to end it all

Fatigue;

Fatigue that drives a haze over their brain and tears their memory to shreds. Slurred words, sentences said in the wrong order, fatigue that has neurological bases. Fatigue that turns a once sharp mind into a rambling incoherent mess. The ability to read, write, speak, listen all taken away, so the world becomes an incoherent mess too.

Fatigue that causes insomnia, so they end up physically exhausted AND fatigued at the same time

Fatigue that's worsened with light, sound and being upright, and can only be managed by aggressive resting, lying still in the silent darkness.

Fatigue that comes in waves, fatigue that flares if they overexert; Post Exertional Malaise, limbs weak and pumped full of lead, tachycardia, inability to stand or walk, inability to eat, think, drink, speak

Fatigue that feels like the flu, fever, swollen glands, hoarse throat and blood pressure dysregulation, fainting and dehydration

Dark circles under eyes that only seem to worsen over time. Weight loss and muscle wastage, ability draining away.

Fatigue that feels like dying whilst alive, that no one understands, that isolates until there's nothing left. Fatigue that strips of everything that made them who they were, until they are just a shell of a living thing.

Make your Whumpees Chronically Ill.

Sincerely, a Chronically Ill fuck who is suffering far too much today and wants to see more representation.

This are purely based on my own experiences, and is by no means exhaustive, hell, I've only scratched the very surface of my own chronic illnesses here.

Feel free to add to this!