something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line
“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”
“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"
but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.
he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.
his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.
ghost doesn't let him.
"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."
soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.
he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."
the ice in soap's eyes fractures.
ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.
“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”
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So. Fatebreaker, right? Ryne's biggest fears made manifest, daddy issues personified, yes?
He's an amalgamation of Thancred and Ran'jit, his face, his voice and his weapon is Thancred's, but his body, his fighting style and his words are Ran'jit's.
Throughout the fight Fatebreaker constantly makes comments about how only he can protect Ryne, only he can provide for her, only he has even the right to so much as stand beside her, to be in her general presence. He's possessive and obsessive, repeatedly asserting that she is HIS and his only. Which is exactly what Ran'jit says basically every time we encounter him.
But this time it's in Thancred's voice. This time it's with the voice and face of a man she actually cares about.
Ryne isn't scared of Thancred, she never has been. Even when she first met him she was barely even nervous (as clearly shown in Thancred's short story). There's a lot of different feelings happening between those two, but fear has never been one of them.
But now, after things have gotten so much better, she is scared of Thancred becoming like Ran'jit. Because if Thancred was just a little further gone, if he was just a little less compassionate, he would've. It wouldn't be hard for him to go down the same path as Ran'jit did, to be incapable of letting go of the ghost of that girl he loved so so much to the point he'd stubbornly grip anything close to her he could. He didn't, but the fact he could've is terrifying.
It makes his final words, words that are Thancred's, so very important. This is her deepest fears made manifest, but he still says he wants her to be happy. Her happiness not only matters, but is important to him.
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Alpha wish pebble knew when to be quiet for his own good.
Pebble was known to have an awful habit of mouthing off even when it only made his situation worse. Endless quips and comments that only served as a shovel to dig his hole even deeper.
The problem is that alpha had a similar terrible habit of encouraging it. Always having something to say on top of whatever attitude pebble had. He can’t help himself, he loves the fight he gets out of him, loves to watch the frustration build up until alpha just has to fuck it out of him.
He tries to be light at first, working pebble up just to tear him back down. Little comments to chip away at his horrible attitude. Has to call him cute when he starts to get handsy, pulling alpha closer with an annoyed huff to rip his clothes off of him.
“Just can’t resist me can you? God you’re cute when you’re desperate”
“That’s rich considering you’re basically the abbey prostitute.” Pebble sneers, barely taking any time to look over alpha, spread out bare in front of him, before wrapping his hand around his cock to coax him to full hardness.
Alpha shouldn’t laugh at him, but it’s hard to keep it in. He knows damn well that pebble only really bottoms for him most of the time, so hearing him speak so high and mighty about his own purity is almost comical.
“Forgot you’re basically a virgin aren’t you sprout? I know you only let me get my cock in that tight hole”
“Fuck off, you’re just convinient” pebble growls, sinking down to sit in alphas lap. He doesn’t have any time to adjust to his size before alpha is speaking again, making his head spin.
“I’ve practically molded you around my dick haven’t I? Glad no one else has been given the opportunity to taint you for me”
And pebble just can’t help but look confused. He’s flustered, doesn’t know how to respond because the awful thought that alpha likes him more because no one else has fucked him is too arousing for him to admit
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