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[painful-pooch]

A Trigger Unleashed

Hey guys! It's been a minute haha. I finally found some writer's juice and wrote part two of @ocean-blue-whump and I's collab: From Tyrant to Martyr. This was definitely an idea sparked by @whumpninja and @whumperofworlds that I wanted to do.

Part 1: The Start

@i-eat-worlds I thought you'd enjoy a Kieran moment in this, so here's your tag.

Hope you guys like it!

TW: military whump, ptsd, violence, stoic whumpee, missing whumpee, team leader gone mad, team whump

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"This is going to be easier than anything you've done, kid. I promise. We'll be back for dinner, and I'll even toss in dessert."

"You sure about that, old man? I have to work with Kieran of all people. You know he's an asshole and doesn't want me on the team."

"I promise he will warm up to you eventually. It'll be in and out. Just stand watch with him and be his spotter. You can't get farther away from the real danger than that."

"I'm not fragile..."

"No, you're not fragile by any means, but we have our orders and we will execute them as need be. Next mission, I'll make sure you're in on the breaching team so you can get some experience. Now rest up. You got a big day tomorrow."

After The Mission

Bruno checks the time on his watch, counting down when he has to go to his after-mission brief with General Kane. He has an idea of how it'll go this time, considering during the mission, things didn't go according to the plan. No... not one bit. His daughter - Lieutenant Marlow Stenberg- has been taken, and he must now answer as to why it happened.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, the stress of the unknown eating at his conscious. "Better go in before he has another reason to tear a new one into me." He pushes himself away from the desk, standing up and checking himself in the mirror. His uniform a pure reflection of himself, no loose ends or strings in sight, his rank dead center on his chest. He wants to climb the ranks and prove to himself, and his family, that he can go the distance. His obstinate behavior ensures that he always get the mission done in the safest way possible. However, his SEAL counterpart, Lieutenant Commander 'Richie' Richard Trembley, thinks the mission should come first, no matter the consequences. This has lead Bruno and Richie to clash in more ways than one, but Kane prefers Richie's mentality.

Though it doesn't matter. He's the actual leader of a Joint Command team. It's Bruno’s law over Richie's opinion. That being said, Bruno is on the hook for any mistakes made during missions, this one included. He should have been there and put a stop to anything. It's all his fault she's missing and probably suffering at the hands of her assailants.

He runs his hand across his stubble and averts his gaze from the mirror. What will happen in that office, he doesn't know. What he does know, is that he won't be coming out feeling like a million dollars. Kane is good about sending him out feeling like the muck on the sole of a shoe. That isn't a problem anyways; he already feels like the worst leader and father in the world.

"Enough delaying, idiot," he mutters to himself, clearing his throat. "Time to get it over with." He leaves the office and makes his way to Kane's in under 7 minutes, still 5 minutes early from the time he was given. The deeply rooted military part of him is beyond pleased by this, but then the looming danger hits him like a truck when General Kane rips open the door, glaring at Bruno.

"You're late. Get the fuck inside and stand at attention, you useless sack of shit." The look in his eyes were enough to tell Bruno he's about to undergo something he hasn't been through before in all his years.

Bruno nods curtly and enters the office, the door getting slammed behind him by General Kane. He stands in front of the desk, standing at attention and presenting a salute. "Sir, Lieutenant Colonel Stenberg reports as ordered."

Kane, now behind the desk, waves his hand. "Stand at Parade Rest. I don't have the respect for you to salute back. Now, you better start explaining to me what happened last night and why we are missing Tyrant, your own daughter. It had better be a good reason for it."

He swallows back his worries, knowing Kane isn't one to be fought with; not this time. "Sir, last night's mission was as follows: I had the help of Lieutenant Commander Trembley assess the fortification against us, set up by the targets. It was then determined Petty Officer Second Class Kieran Ashton, Strider, would keep watch with Second Lieutenant Marlow Stenberg, Tyrant. I was going in with Sergeant Valdemar Ackermann, Kevlar, to clear out the factory while Senior Airman Khrystyna Paszek, Patches, was disarming the alarm system. The mission was supposed to have taken a total of 7 hours, 13 minutes. At the 6 hour mark, Strider made note that Tyrant was not in her area of responsibility, and called for her in private comms. It was then determined upon extraction that she was now Missing in Action." His eyes shift to the floor, fighting away his own emotions. "I can only hope we can find her. I have Oscar on the job."

Kane is scribbling down on a notepad, shaking his head in disappointment and disbelief. "It was a simple mission, and yet we are missing an operative. We are supposed to be an example to our enemies that we are a task force that can get the job done, and they kidnapped your daughter. What kind of a leader are you?"

The question makes his own heart stop, his brain working on an answer, but not fast enough, because a fist meets his cheek, and he's tasting iron in his mouth. In shock, his eyes go up to meet Kane's, and he is once again hit in the face, pain flashing through him. "There's no excuse for my failure, S-Sir. None at all. I should have done more for her-"

"You should have been there. You should be the one taken. Now she's probably going to die because of you. Because you're weak!" Kane pulls Bruno hard by the tie and slams his head down on the desk, items shaking from the force. The General then takes the picture frame of himself from the desk and shatters it against Bruno’s head, blood splattering on both uniforms. "You just ruin everything you touch. Did you ever think that you should have died in that accident years ago? I do. I think about it all the time. You're going to leave this office with this mistake on your conscious forever. You better hope she's still alive, or else I will be doing worse. Got it? I asked you a question!" He pulls the tie back, effectively choking Bruno and making the man struggle in the broken glass.

All he knows is pain now, partly from losing his daughter, but the other from getting reprimanded, the glass cutting his face up and the inability to breathe. He's coughing and his training kicks in, grabbing Kane's hand instinctively. "Crystal. Clear."

Kane grins sadistically at Bruno. "Not clear enough. Let's see if this gets the message clear to you," he chuckles, bringing Bruno to the floor and stomping on his chest hard enough to knock the breath out of the man.

His eyes widen when the memories of the past swarm him, the metal shards protruding from his chest. He doesn't realize he's screaming and writhing on the floor, the burning sensation ripping throughout his body. "Get it out, get it out, GET IT OUT!" A sobbing mess, the Lieutenant Colonel, a proud and stoic man, is rendered to a puddle of blood and tarnished memories.

That is until a pitcher of cold water is tossed on his face, his eyes locked on the pitcher in Kane's hand. "Pathetic. Absolutely a shame to see such a man with potential on the floor like trash. You had so much promise, but I suppose you'll have to do for now. Go interview Kieran on what happened that night. Do it now or later, when you've regained some dignity. You're dismissed."

It's all a blur now, Bruno not even realizing he's upright, using the wall to walk and keep himself steady. The last one to see her was Kieran... the one that would have betrayed her was him. From sadness to complete and utter vitriol, it only takes a few delirious steps until he's in front of Kieran, hand wrapped around his throat and lifting the Navy SEAL up.

"What the fuck did you do to my daughter? Why wasn't she with you?!" Bruno roars, tears falling down his face. He feels just like Kane, but the words the General told him keep echoing. It's all his fault. It's always been his fault.

Kieran is using both hands to hold Bruno's wrist, legs kicking as he yells, "You're fucking crazy! I didn't hurt her! KHRYSTYNA!" For once, Bruno can see pure terror in Kieran’s eyes, and it makes him wonder if he's telling the truth. His daughter's life depends on it.

"What. Did. You. Do? She would have been with you the whole time!" Not in focus, his anger spurring him on, Bruno slams Kieran against the wall hard, the shelves falling and things shattering upon impact with the floor. "So what the fuck did you do to fuck over my kid, Kieran?"

Kieran’s kicking grows weaker by the second, Bruno's grip hardening. "J-just told her to let me h-handle the watch. She was ch-checking the perimeter. I swear!"

That…

That snaps most of the lines tethering Bruno to reality, and he throws the man across the room, breathing heavily. "You're the reason she could be dead. I trusted you with her life, and so did she! You bastard! I'll fucking kill you if she's dead!" He takes a few menacing steps towards Kieran when he feels hands on him, yanking him back hard.

"Bruno, calm down!" Valdemar shouts, using all of his strength to keep the large man from killing Kieran, looking to Miranda, who's on Bruno's other side.

"There's an explanation, Bruno, please! This isn't you! What happened? You're bloody and hurt," her voice comes in a shocked yet commanding tone. Miranda tries to make Bruno look at her, but all she can see is his glossed over eyes and she knows he's far too gone to save now. "Khrystyna! Get the syringe!"

The way Bruno tries to fight them off is almost similar to a bull relentlessly throwing off its rider, but it becomes pointless when a syringe is slammed into his chest. His eyes refocus, and he sees a young Khrystyna standing before him, plunging the sedatives into his system. A cold feeling washes over him and he crumples to his knees, his tears now falling freely. "My kid… Find my kid. I'm sorry… I'm so sorry." The darkness creeps in fast and it's only thanks to his teammates that he doesn't crash hard against the floor, leaving everyone to wonder two things:

What the hell happened to the strong Lieutenant Colonel?

Where's Marlow Stenberg?

[thought-begone]

I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way

[puckspoetry]

POV: you wake up from a mouse bite induced coma

[suguruverse]

your personal space has never really truly been yours since you’ve started dating him. his muscled arm around your waist when you wake up in the morning, has become as familiar as the sunrise itself. it used to be cute, his warmth a cozy start to the day. but now, it's suffocating, like he can't bear to let you go, even in his sleep.

you shift carefully under his weight, not wanting to disturb his sleep. his breath keeping its steady rhythm against your neck, and you wonder if he dreams of you as you lean in to kiss his forehead gently. he smiles in his sleep, a small, contented expression that almost makes you want to slip right back into his arms.

the sheets rustle softly as you slip out from his grip. you slowly tiptoe across your shared bedroom, craving the simple pleasure of being able to enjoy making coffee alone. the smell of freshly ground beans fills the kitchen, and you lean against the counter, enjoying the quiet morning.

but as your coffee brews, a twinge of guilt creeps in and you can almost imagine when he'll wake up and wonder where you've gone. despite enjoying the well needed alone time, you knew the longing to be close to him will pull you back into his embrace sooner than you'd planned. almost as if in complete sync with your thoughts, you hear a mumble approaching the kitchen, and then his voice, thick with sleep, calling out softly,

"angel cmon back to bed with me, you know i don’t like sleeping without you"

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gojo, nanami, bakugou, iwaizumi hajime (27) althetic trainer, oikawa, kuroo, geto, choso, yuji, midoriya

[demaparbat-hp]

I mean—it's them, right?

[cronchy-baguette]

Why, Miss Elphaba--look at you. You're beautiful.

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Mel's protection should have saved Viktor too, and she's trying to figure out why it didn't

(Editing to add: see this post for details on the Mel's armor/shield theory)

S2 ep1 shows a circle of protected stone where Mel and Jayce were during the explosion. My theory is that Mel's magic armor activated and saved them both. It seems like it casts a sphere of protection around wherever Mel is.

The center of this circle is not Mel's seat - it's Jayce's. She ran to Jayce to save him.

No other Councilors were in range of Mel's protection, so they all got hurt or killed.

But Viktor was, in Jayce's words, "right next to" him. He was easily within Mel's circle of protection.

1) Viktor tried to run and mistakenly left the circle of protection. But are we meant to believe that Viktor, close to dying already and using a crutch, would have outrun Mel?

2) Viktor's augmented body clashes with Mel's

Why does Mel try to touch Viktor in episode 1? It seems like a throwaway moment, but not even Jayce touches him in this scene. So why Mel?

She's curious. And possibly, feeling responsible. She's wondering why her protection didn't work.

Is this Hexcore brand of the Arcane trying to reach out to Mel? Or trying to defend itself from her?

Mel was trying to protect both Jayce and Viktor, which is reflected in how she holds Jayce as well as Viktor's cane when she promises to protect Hextech:

But if, for example, Mel's magic is Solari in origin, and Viktor's is from the Void - or the Arcane equivalent of similar opposing forces - then it's possible that their magic rejects or hurts one another. So Mel's circle of protection either rejected Viktor, or was what hurt Viktor, and not the explosion.

[bettsfic]

writing a fanfic, day 1: haha fun little porn fic lots of fluff no angst happy ending :)

writing a fanfic, day 30: so it turns out japan signed the 1929 geneva convention on the sick and the wounded but NOT the geneva convention on the treatment of prisoners of war and therefore the definition of "war crime" in this situation is

[mysicklove]

yuuji itadori and his massive cock that he happens to be incredibly embarrassed about

[eraserbread]

your older boyfriend, nanami, has a sneaking suspicion you like arguing with him.

it always starts with something stupid, him denying you a new purse you wanted, or him telling you no when you asked to come to his house. he gave you a good reason, he was tired, and you were too rowdy.

this time, he didn't come visit you when you were in the office on your internship.

nanami was innocent - caught in hours of meetings that didn't align with your work schedule. He texted you a quick apology that night, but you were seething.

it's like he's ashamed of you -- too used to you.

and that's what you tell him when you crawl into his jet-black car the following night.

"if you hate me, just say it." you pout, slamming his passenger door and not bothering with your seatbelt as you sink into the cool leather.

"what are you talking about?" though you're mad, he still plants a hand against the top of your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his way of telling you hello. "I don't hate you."

"you never come visit me at work anymore. and you hardly fucking work, I mean there's nothing that important that you completely forget about me, is there?!"

"god, here we go again..." he mutters absolutely devoid of emotion. he'll let you rant all your feelings out to him, he'll yell back a little bit, then he'll fuck you stupid and sorry... it's just the way things play out with you two. "I didn't forget about you."

you're ranting with your hands, staring into the side of his stoic face as he drives calmly. it's like your anger is lost on him, or perhaps you weren't really angry -- why isn't he cracking..?

"you son of a bitch, you never listen to me!" you're squealing, stamping your foot, and crossing your arms when he just... keeps on driving.

then, he's turning back home and you're left in a scowl staring out of the window. literally all he had to say to soften the mood was I'm sorry, but he wasn't sorry. there was nothing to be sorry for, and you knew he preferred to keep the relationship work-appropriate at work. carving out time between meetings to visit you is not work-appropriate, so he's not sorry. oh well.

so if you wanted to spout baseless reasons to hate him all the way to his front door, he'd listen and take it. until, that door locks and he's rolling his shoulders and pulling his tie loose.

"just, shut up about it."

"s-shut..?" you reply, shocked by the choice of words he's never given you before. every other time you poked at his nerves, he'd just roll his eyes and give you what you wanted.

tonight, instead of giving in, he has you on your hands and knees in front of him, gagged between the teeth with his spotted tie.

he's fucking you hard in his bed, keeping you pressed in doggy as he guides you back with each of his thrusts. his big hand is tangled in his tie, loose digits twisted in your hair so he has those nerve-endings hostage as well. it's a sensory overload, from the sound of his grating voice, to the feeling of your inescapable whines against the gag. it was all just so erotic.

"listen to that -- sweet silence," he grunts in unison with his thrusts. he's got you pierced so stupid and pliable on his cock, that you weren't even worried about anything else. all you can focus on is the sensation of his thick length stretching you to the hilt, springing tears to your eyes as you try and take all of it.

nanami hates it when you run from his cock, it just makes him fuck you harder. but, he was unraveling inside of you, hanging on by the grace of god and slivers of self-control

so when you slide your spent knees further up the bed, trying to free your body from the dirty punishment, he has all the more reason to pull out, slapping a strong hand over your puffy cunt and hooking two fingers inside your hole. he's got his fingers crooked at that perfect angle to coax exactly what he wants from you.

you fingers claw at anything they can grab, sick whiny cries dampening the tie between your teeth as you cum for the third time, sobbing in relief when you feel his hot, thick seed drip down your spent cunt as he unravels in succession.

"so mean... t'me..." you manage to breathe out, shuddering in a limp pile of mess on his bed. nanami steps away like an artist admiring his work, brushing some of your taste from his lips to suck back between them.

"whatever you say." he mumbles, sliding his tie from your skin, but disregarding your frame further.

he was going to take a shower... you are welcome to join him, but only if you

shut the hell up.

[shadowmoonarts]

AN ALNST AU IM GONNA SOBBBB

[lotus-pear]

nothing can best the bond between a boy and his cat (ref)

[sugarwarachan]

horny bakugou brainrot - mdni

absolutely positive bakugou katsuki gets hard nearly every time you eat. he can’t help it, the way you enthusiastically approach every bite is enough to have him gripping the underside of the table

the way your eyes flutter closed when you swallow a particularly good bite—fuck it’s like he’s got you splayed out on his mattress, ankles around his ears and his name the only thing you remember how to say

so any excuse he has to feed you he takes it. constantly tapping your lip with his thumb, “open up, baby, want ya to try this”

fucks you dumb on the kitchen counter, two fingers stuffed in your mouth, lips curled up in a smirk when you start drooling down your chin

when he feeds his dick in between your lips and you hum around him like you’re sucking on a piece of fucking candy he ruts into your face with a stuttered whine

he’ll come in seconds if you praise the way he tastes, snarling out praise as he bullies his cock down your throat, “got a mouth made for suckin’ dick you know that sweet girl?”

[butterflyscribbles]

“I just wanted you to know that….”

[abbydidnothingwrong]

Obviously not.

SEVERANCE 2.05 ✄ Trojan's Horse

[xxaudreyxhepburnxx]

Oh the things I crave …