#the way he screamed I was sure I'd REALLY hurt him but he was alright

[strange-aether]

my poor cat Merlin has trauma around paper bags from when he was just a kitten and jumped into a paper bag and he didn’t know yet about things like momentum and inertia and the fact that a paper bag is a very light object.

he made a terrible miscalculation.

he flew right into the paper bag at top speed and the paper bag kept going at top speed, smack into a wall. because my boy has a charmed life, that’s One Of The Worst Things That Ever Happened To Him. now whenever he hears paper bags he gets scared, though.

#the other worst thing was when I accidentally ALMOST ran over his tail with my office chair #it's when he was extremely small and little #I think the office chair juuust got a couple of his tail furs and he SCREAMED bloody murder #he also um. well he *expressed* himself. #as in he expressed his stink glands #the only time he has ever done that #and BOY was that bad #he ran away under the couch and I would have let him be but I had to fish him out to make sure the poor thing wasn't hurt at all #I checked him over and he was all fine but he sure got freaked out #BUT he did learn a valuable lesson from that #now he's careful not to hang out around my office chair when I'm scooching #but I was SOBBING because I felt TERRIBLE #the way he screamed I was sure I'd REALLY hurt him but he was alright #just quite shaken #poor tender little thing #he trusts me now at least #even after all that

[ohbo-ohno]

🪀 werewolf soap who only shows up at readers door in his wolf form so she thinks hes just a wild animal but hes SO FUCKING SWEET that she just. can't help herself (im nonbinary but by god do I perpetuate the "white woman" stereotype when it comes to dangerous animals. wdym thats a wolf thats just a big puppy and i call him soap 💖) and just. reader just keeps feeding him. keeps petting him, never lets him in but one day he just bullies himself right past her into her home and lays in the middle of the floor and refuses to leave. Spends an obscene amount of time leaving his scent on anything and everything she owns before he returns to his den. slowly starts hiding his things in her home while shes sleeping. Keeps weaseling his way inside at any given opportunity, until one night theres a wild storm (snow or thunder doesnt matter) and reader just. keeps pacing by the front door because her poor wolf friend could be out there in this. And sure, hes an animal thats built for it, but she feels bad. He's SO HAPPY the moment she slams open her door amd ushers him inside out of the cold that he transforms, naked and taller than her, and wrangles reader into his arms, ignoring her shrieks of surprise as he claims her mouth with his. and probably goes further bc this is soap we're talkjng abt hes kinda like that.

anyway the point is mmmm werewolf soap

alright i have three - count em three! - asks in my inbox about werewolf soap x reader stuff and im soooo sorry for the delay my beloveds but! im answering them now! they're really good and fun and i've been hoarding them for myself

this ask is like actually perfect. this is a full fic idea. i'd read 10k of this and im so serious

i loove the potential domesticity here. you try to teach him a trick and are blown away by how smart he is when he gets it immediately! (johnny's insulted the first time you tell him to sit, but you get very excited and hug him so he's more than willing to amuse you for a bit)

you come out of your house one morning and see him sleeping in your flowerbeds. you nearly screech at him, storming over in your robe and glaring. he's very shocked to wake up to that sight, and scrambles away from your flowers as quickly as possible. brings you a bunch of wildflowers later as an apology <3

you let him sleep in your house one night and wake up the next morning with his muzzle under your sleepshirt, resting on your stomach. he huffs all amused when you yelp and jerk away, cause you're just so cute when you're sleepy <3

he likes surprising you. you're always so trusting around him (once you're convinced he won't hurt you). you never hold back your personality at all, no fear of judgement from an animal. and he loves seeing you be so genuine, and you're never as genuine as you are when he sneaks up on you. he loves the way you gasp, then make a little high pitched noise (anywhere from a squeal to a screech) and then a laugh when you recognize him. he loves loves loves it, takes every opportunity to surprise you he can

im soooo into the image of soap being too excited to keep his ruse up any longer. he's so so so happy to see you!!!! can't settle for licking you anymore, needs to kiss you!!!! and so he shifts and scoops you up in his arms, holds you close and laughs all loud and from the belly when you start screaming <3 he loves how surprised you sound, pulls you up enough that he can rub his cheek along yours, rumbling a low sound in his chest

yeah mmm werewolf soap <3

#🪀 anon #soap mactavish x reader #bo writes

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I thought of another 1K fic request for you if you have the time. For a while, I've had this missing scene in my head from Calypso's Birthday where Stede is the one who untied Ed from the stretching device he was tied to. Stede undoubtedly heard Ed screaming in pain and from the angle we're shown, he probably couldn't see him that well, if at all, so he had to be worried sick over hearing his love in pain but not being able to see what was happening. I just imagine him rushing over as soon as the situation is under control and untying him and whispering to him and making sure he's okay. Ed probably has a hard time moving at first because his joints were just popped, so maybe he just lays there for a minute while he adjusts and Stede comforts him.

I really enjoyed this one! It works so well with some thoughts I'd had bouncing around about what I wish we'd seen in this episode.

(Always taking prompts for 1k word fics!)

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The world had narrowed down to a singular goal and what Stede had to do to see it through.

There was clarity, in moments like this, and Stede was glad for it. Everything he could see, from the rope around his wrists to the knives within eyeshot, became nothing more or less than potential tools. He was, himself, little more than the need to get to Ed. To touch him and kiss him and make sure he was okay, yes, but at times like these his mind could only hold one thing, and there wasn’t even space to think of what could come after.

Stede wondered if the way Ned had positioned them on deck, so he and Ed couldn’t see each other, was another intentional way of hurting them or if it was just a casual cruelty. Stede didn’t even know what was happening to Ed, how badly he was being hurt and in what way, and if he thought about it for too long he thought he might just go mad with worry.

Time went funny, at moments like these, every second sort of melting into the next. Stede knew he’d dream about it for years, probably - picking out Ed’s cries from the crowd, the little broken noises of pain as he tried to keep himself quiet. A shouted threat at the end of one of Stede’s own yelps. A scream that morphed into a cry of Stede’s name and back again, like Ed just loved Stede so much, trusted him so much, that he was hurting and unconsciously thought of Stede as the person who might be able to make it stop -

He couldn’t even deny it to himself, later. Ned Low’s death warrant was written when he’d mocked and hurt Ed in the cabin; it was sealed with the pain and fear and humiliation of having to listen to Ed be hurt and be powerless to do anything about it or offer comfort.

It was all very clever, slipping his bonds and getting Ned’s crew turned against him, and Stede was sure he’d find time to brag about it later. But the instant tides shifted, it all faded into the background.

Stede’s legs wobbled as he ran to Ed.

“They put you on a fucking rack,” he said indignantly, looking Ed over, checking for blood or bruises.

“Bit medieval, yeah,” Ed agreed. His voice sounded alright; little hoarse, but nothing indicating he was in excessive pain, circumstances considered. “Respect the chutzpah, at least?”

“I do not respect the chutzpah, frankly,” Stede muttered, getting to work on grabbing one of the torturer’s knives and sawing through the bonds on Ed’s wrists. 

“Oh, oh fuck,” Ed groaned, starting to pull his arms back by his side and stopping immediately, his face twisted in pain.

“Are you okay?” Stede laid a gentle hand on Ed’s elbow, and Ed flinched.

“Nothing broken, nothing dislocated.” Ed let his eyes slip closed for just a moment. “I’m alright. I’m okay.”

It sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“Gonna help you,” Stede said, carefully taking Ed’s forearms in his hands. “On three, okay?”

They moved Ed’s arms back down to his side, Stede guiding them back very slowly, trying to minimize Ed’s pain. As he’d said, it was nothing time and rest wouldn’t fix, but his muscles and joints were incredibly sore and weak, and his arms trembled with exertion as they brought them down.

“More comfortable?” Stede asked, undoing the bonds around his ankles next. “How do you feel?”

“I’m alright.” Ed shifted a bit, grimacing. “Just…hurts.”

He’d lowered his voice to a whisper as he admitted it. Stede rested his hand on Ed’s thigh as he worked, rubbing soothing circles through the leather.

“For a second there, it actually felt really nice,” Ed joked. “Gave my back this satisfying pop like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Oh, I bet.” Stede sat at his side, taking note of how reluctant Ed was to move. “Right now, on my pain scale, I’d say I’m at about…a four. They mostly just poked me and hit me with a stick. Very impermanent.”

He raised his eyebrows, then, in obvious question. He’d shared. It was a safe space to talk about it.

“I’m at…” Ed considered. “Maybe a seven.”

“Oh, Ed.” Very slowly, so Ed had plenty of time to object if he didn’t want it, Stede took Ed’s hand, giving his fingers what he hoped was a comforting squeeze, and with the other he cupped Ed’s cheek. “You poor thing.”

“I’m alright,” Ed mumbled. “Just need to lie still for a bit.”

Stede’s own wrists were red from the chafing of the rope, he’d noticed, and he confirmed grimly that Ed’s looked just as sore and painful. Slowly, being sure not to move too quickly and hurt him, Stede lifted Ed’s hand to his mouth so he could kiss the scrapes on his wrist.

“Thank you,” Ed whispered.

“Of course.” Stede scritched his fingers lightly through Ed’s beard, making him hum happily. “You just take a breather. You’re doing so well. I’m here, now, and you’re safe, and I’m never going to let you get hurt again. I’m with you.”

He hoped Ed heard between the words. I love you, I love you.

Stede held Ed’s hand and kept a soothing hand on his face, smiling down at him as Ed nuzzled his cheek into his palm. Occasionally, he glanced up to supervise how things were going, making a mental checklist of the crew, making sure they were all okay, keeping an eye on Ned Low as his own former crew tied him up.

He ran his thumb gently over Ed’s cheekbone.

The crisis had shifted. Ed was safe and alright, and Stede had a new priority. He watched Ned with narrowed eyes.

Oh, yes. He wasn’t sure how, yet, or exactly when. But he looked at Ned Low and there was one, singular goal in his mind:

Ned Low was a dead man walking.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

[luimagines]

Hello! Can i request Twilight x teen! Reader(platonic) who kinda had a bad older brother when they were young and still kinda do so now they view him as an older brother figure. Have a good day byeee!

Sure thing! Coming right up! Love me platonic fics. <3

Masterlist

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"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Twilight runs to you in an instant, putting his hands on your shoulders and looking you up and down. He pokes and prods, trying to find any evidence to any injury you may have.

The action was so sudden and foreign that you freeze up, letting him do as he pleased until he was satisfied.

"I...I'm fine." You reply in a quiet voice.

Twilight seems to relax, patting your cheek softly. "Good. You really had me worried when you screamed."

"Yeah... I... overreacted." You admit, regretably.

"Well, I'd rather see you overreact and be fine than try to hide something serious." Twilight ruffles your hair before marching off.

Somehow, you feel comforted and warm. A smile worms it way onto your face as you try to fix your hair.

Wild comes around and sling his arm around your shoulders. "Enjoying the Twilight treatment?"

Your little bubble breaks as you stare back at him. "What?"

Wild nods sagely. "Yeah, he does this often. I guess he likes you now or something. He's going to be more smothering than I think you're ready for."

You think about it and pat Wild's hand. He takes it off and you turn to him with a smile. "I don't know... I think it's nice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..." You say softly. "...I kinda wish my brother was like that..."

Twilight turns to see you both and waves you over. "Come on! We have to get a move on!"

"Coming!"

And frankly, that wasn't the first time you thought that way.

You were out shopping and trying to get enough food to feed the boys for the upcoming leg of the trip when a relatively young and good looking villager appears next to you. "Hello there."

You smile back, wanting to be polite and friendly. "Hi."

They seems nice and all, but you wonder by they're talking to you to begin with. They smile wider and lean a little closer to you. "What's your name?"

You give them your name but lean away a little. "Can I help you?"

They seem to get the impression that they've made you a little uncomfortable so they lean away. "Oh, no, I was just wondering what brought someone like you to our neck of the woods is all."

You shift even more uncomfortably.

"Hey!" Twilight comes from behind you, wrapping his arm around you effortlessly and sticks his hand in between you and this stranger. "I see you've made a friend. My name is Link. Nice to meet you."

They smile back tensely and shake his hand. They give their name. "Nice to meet you too."

He smiles easily and salutes. "Likewise. Now excuse us. Dad wants to talk to us about something."

He spins you around and leads you away without giving you, or the other person, any time to ask questions. You take a breath and allow yourself to relax now that you're away form them. Twilight notices. "Sorry I showed up late. I looked over and saw how uncomfortable you looked. They didn't try anything, did they?"

You shake your head, latching onto his arm. "No. You showed up at the perfect time. I thought they might have tried something."

Twilight nods. "Just stay close to me then. It should deter others from doing the same."

You smile softly.

"Thank you... big brother."

#linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #linked universe #lu x reader #lu twilight

[daisies-daydreams]

hello! ^^ would you be up for writing some Gaz/Price hurt/comfort? The details I'll leave up to you and your wonderfully creative brain, I'm sure I'll love anything you write :3

-🧡

Everything's Alright (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F!Reader)

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F!Reader Category: Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Depictions of Infertility, Low Self-Esteem, Nudity (non-sexual), Swearing Word Count: TBA A/N: Hi there! Thank you very much for your request. I honestly feel like I haven't written for Gaz as much - so I'm glad to see a request for him in my inbox! I hope you enjoy! Song Rec: Everything's Alright (Laura Shigihara - To the Moon OST)

You flinched when you felt someone lay a hand on your shoulder.

"Thought I'd find you out here," your husband, Kyle, drawled with a soft look in his eyes. You sniffed and wiped at your puffy cheeks as you turned your attention back to the crystal blue lake lapping at the sandy shore.

"Mind if I sit?" he asked. You remained silent, your voice long gone from the wailing that echoed through the small lakeside cabin for hours on end. You eventually gave a small nod as you pulled your knees up to your chest, your long dress billowing in the cool summer wind. Kyle grunted as he sat next to you on the porch swing, the windchimes hanging just above your heads singing as a strong breeze passed through the valley. A heavy silence remained between the two of you as you gently swayed on the swing.

"I'm so sorry," you gulped and rested your forehead on your knees. Kyle turned to you. You tensed as he laid a hand on your upper back and rubbed it tenderly. You choked on another sob as you shook your head. "I-I thought that it would really work this time," you cried as you clutched the negative pregnancy test in your fist. Your husband suddenly pulled you into his side, your tears soaking his soft, dark t-shirt all the way through. A low rumble rose from his chest as he stroked his fingers through your hair and pressed his lips to the crown of your head.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry," you repeated as you trembled in his arms. Kyle hushed you as he continued to delicately brush your hair.

"It's alright. We'll just try again next-" you shook your head as you curled his shirt in your other fist. You gritted your teeth as you desperately fought the urge to scream into his chest.

"I don't want to, Kyle," you choked. He immediately rested a hand on your lower back as you clenched your jaw. "I'm not ready to be disappointed again...to disappoint you again," you confessed with a heavy sob. Your husband pulled back a little, his dark brows furrowed.

"Honey...what are you talking about? You've never disappointed me," he frowned while brushing a strand of messy hair from your face. You sniffled and shook your head.

"I just...we've been trying to have a baby for so long, Ky," you sighed while bracing your hands on his chest. Your husband's brows remained knitted together as you took a deep breath. "You've always wanted a family of your own, and I-I can't give that to you," your eyes burned as more tears rolled down your cheeks. "I'm so, so sorry..." you said with a broken cry. Kyle shook his head as he suddenly pulled you onto his lap, his lips gently pressed to your temple as he cooed.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, love," your beloved whispered. His words did little to comfort your aching heart as your body grew unbearably heavy. The porch swing continued to sway in the summer winds as the sky began to dance with bright oranges and navy blues. "You've done nothing wrong, (Y/N)," Kyle continued before peppering your face with soft kisses. You sighed heavily as you kept your hands on his body.

"B-But you've always wanted kids of your own," you muttered with a frown. Kyle hummed as he stroked your arm and lower back.

"I did always say that...but - look at me," he said a bit firmly. You refused to gaze into his eyes, a small part of you still afraid that your husband would be staring at you in disgust. You swallowed thickly before shifting your gaze, your heart melting a little when you met his soft, brown eyes. Kyle grinned before he pecked your forehead. He sighed as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Just because we haven't been able to have kids of our own doesn't make me think any less of you," he whispered softly. Your cheeks warmed while your heart skipped a beat. "I didn't marry you just to have some kids, (Y/N). I married you because you're witty," he kissed your nose. "Compassionate," his lips found purchase on your cheek before he cupped your face. "And overall...the most wonderful woman I've ever met," Kyle murmured before planting a tender kiss to your lips. You sighed and relaxed in his arms as you rested a hand on his shoulder, your warm lips dancing with his in a slow, sweet dance. You sighed as the two of you parted.

"I thought you said you married me because I had a nice ass?" you raised a brow while trying to break the tension inside you. Kyle blinked before a small chuckle escaped his lips.

"I was drunk when I said that, lovie," he explained. "But that might be another reason," Kyle added with a wink. You rolled your eyes as he laughed. His cheerful expression slowly shifted as he took a deep breath. "How are you feeling now?" he asked with a gentle voice. You sighed and shifted in his lap.

"A little better, but not one-hundred percent," you frowned while smoothing your hands over his shoulders. Kyle hummed as he rested his hands on your hips.

"That's understandable," he said. You nodded and looked away, the voice of shame still reverberating inside your mind. You gasped when Kyle suddenly picked you up bridal style and started to make his way inside.

"Ky?" you blinked as he marched through the double doors and made a sharp turn towards the master bedroom. You tilted your head when he set you down on the edge of the tub. His expression was still soft as he turned on the faucet, his lips curled into an eager smile as his eyes lit up.

"Would you let me pamper you tonight, lovie?" he cooed before taking your hand and pressing his lips to your knuckles. Your cheeks flushed as a small smile crept over your features.

"Oh, Kyle," you breathed before pulling him into a tight hug. Your husband chuckled softly as he kissed your temple. You sighed as he rolled your dress above your shoulders, his eyes soft and lit with pure affection while he helped you undress. Soon both of your sets of clothes were piled onto the floor before he turned off the faucet.

"M'lady," Kyle said as he took your hand and ushered you into the tub.

"Thank you, Sir Garrick," you giggled as he helped you in. You sighed as the warm water surrounded your skin, drawing you to sink further into the tub. Kyle hummed as he slipped in behind you, his muscular legs on either side of your body as you leaned back. Your heart fluttered as your husband wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his nose into the back of your head.

"Kyle?" you piped up. Your beloved grunted in reply as he continued to hold you. You bit your lip as you took a deep breath. "Did you really mean what you said on the deck?" you asked, your voice wavering as a lump swelled in your throat. Kyle shifted behind you, his warm breath falling over your shoulder as he sighed.

"Of course I did, baby," he murmured before planting a soft peck to your exposed skin. "Each and every word," he continued while lovingly stroking your arms. You swallowed with a quiet nod. "You still having thoughts about it?" Kyle whispered into your ear. Your throat tightened as you dipped your head down.

"Yeah," you simply replied. Your beloved nodded before resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You still wanna talk about it?" he asked. You sighed heavily and watched the water ripple around your legs.

"I...I don't know," you confessed before closing your eyes. You felt him nod again before he reached over and grabbed the luffa.

"Why don't I scrub your back for you, hm?" he suggested with a gentle tone. You cracked a small grin before you leaned forward.

"That sounds wonderful," you beamed. Kyle returned your smile before he spread some rose-scented body wash onto the plush luffa. You closed your eyes as he began to gently scrub your back, each stroke leaving your muscles more and more relaxed. You smiled as he poured water onto your back, the sound lulling you closer to sleep.

"You want me to keep going?" Kyle asked. You slowly opened your eyes and yawned.

"If you want to," you said. Your husband clicked his tongue.

"Doesn't matter what I want right now: tonight's about pampering you," he said with a slow peck on your cheek. You smiled tiredly as your body began to feel heavy.

"Could we...could we get out and cuddle in bed instead?" you asked. Kyle chuckled as he set the luffa aside.

"Absolutely," he grinned. You squealed as he picked you up bridal style again before wrapping a fresh, fluffy towel around you. You watched as he unplugged the drain before wrapping a towel around his waist.

The two of you shuffled into the bedroom, the ceiling fan humming lowly as you dried yourselves off. You smiled as you slipped beneath the comforter, your eyelids growing heavier by the second as your husband shuffled in beside you. You rested your head against his chest as he wrapped his toned arms around you and hooked his ankle over yours. Your mind began to drift as you listened to the steady beating of his heart.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Kyle murmured while mindlessly tracing shapes against your upper back. You opened your eyes and glanced up, smiling as you kissed his warm, plush lips.

"I love you, too, Ky," you whispered back. Soon enough, the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, the warmth and love from your husband filling the empty cracks in your heart as you drifted off to sleep.

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[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Congrats on your 100 followers! 🥳🎉

I'd like to request "Such a sweet, innocent angel." with Poe ❤

Hi my love!!! Thank you so much for sending this in!! I hope you enjoy it!!!

100 Follower Celebration:

Pity Party

Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

You slammed the door of your room with a loud bang, shaking the terracotta walls of the barracks. Hot cheeks and hotter tears streamed down your face as uncomfortable emotions wracked through your body. Rage. Embarrassment. Hurt. Rage again. Rage yet again. Maybe you were being dramatic, but it was possibly the worst officer meeting you had had in your entire career in the resistance. Perhaps you were being reckless in the latest mission. Perhaps you did play with your life too much. But did you rescue the latest informant from the First Order base? Yes! Did anyone get hurt? Not really! No lives were lost and the only person who was really in any danger was you, so how was it that you were the one being berated and insulted in the post op meeting? How was it that you had to endure being called insolent and childish and unfit in front of the entire squadrant and Leia? And when you defended your actions (with some colorful adjectives) you were chastised by Leia herself and ordered to stay on base for two weeks as punishment for disobedience and not respecting your superior officers.

Leia tried to talk to you after the meeting, but it was already too much shame to bare. It was embarrassing. You were already one of the youngest on the squad, and the youngest in your position. You had worked so hard to get here, and you devoted your all to the resistance. You honored Leia and you honored the cause. But that damn temper… it made you feel like a fraud. Like you didn’t belong.

Face down on your lumpy cot you scream into the even lumpier pillow you smuggled on base, letting all your frustration out, when you hear a knock on the door. “Hey Kid? You in there?”

Without moving an inch you yell, “Go away Dameron. I’m not in the mood!”

He lets himself in anyway, he always does. You feel the bed dip beside you as he makes himself comfortable and smacks the back of your thighs, “Heard you got grounded. Way to go Ace.”

You peak out of the pillow to see him smirking. Though you hated your temper, your fits of passion were all too delicious for Poe to ignore. It’s one of the reasons he loved you so much, and forced himself into your life. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He laughed boyishly, pushing your body over to make room for himself next to you and to let him see your face, “Awe come on kid. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad!”

You frowned as you mumbled out, “I cussed out Captain Lovak in front of Leia. Maybe I kicked over a trash can. Maybe I do have a temper.”

In a mock gasp, Poe clutched his chest like his mother used to do decades ago, “you?! No!! You’re such a sweet and innocent angel!! I don’t believe it! You’re so cool headed!”

You groan and throw your face into Poe’s chest, earning another round of laughter from Poe, “I hate my life. Leia hates me. I’m never going to be allowed on missions again.”

Poe just shook his head, stroking your back soothingly, “Awe man kid. You really are a mess aren’t you? C’mon don’t beat yourself up too bad alright? I mean it’s only two weeks. You could’ve done so much worse. And honestly Lovak has had it coming for awhile now. If it wasn’t you it was going to be someone else.”

Still mumbling in his chest you sniffle out, “I don’t think I’m cut out for this Poe… maybe I should resign.”

Poe doesn’t like that talk. Not at all. No one is going to talk about his girl like that. No one at all not even yourself. He pushes you up to make you stare into his eyes, “Alright alright that’s enough. Ok? I’ll accept tears and yelling but I won’t accept you saying lies ok? You ARE cut out for this. You were MADE for this. You got a little out of control. So what? Now you know. You don’t get too crazy with missions. You don’t raise your voice like that in officer meetings. When you get riled up you come to me ok? We’ll talk it out and cry and figure it out. But what we are not going to do is discredit all the other amazing things you’ve done and will do. You got that?”

You nodded limply, tears still falling. Poe shook his head, eyes darkened with firmness, “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I got it.”

Poe nodded, kissing your forehead with conviction, as if sealing a promise. You laid back down next to him, accepting the safety and surety that came with his arms around you. Poe stroked your arm until your breathing returned to an even tempo. Once you had settled, he tapped your thigh again, “Alright kid. Cry time is over. Let’s go.”

You wiped your face, “Where are we going?”

That signature smirk creeped back onto Poe’s handsome face as he ruffled your hair, “Leia’s office. Time to bargain for your flying privileges.”

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x y/n #100 follower celebration #star wars #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction

[luckykittysshowerthoughts]

An Unfortunate Predicament [Michael x Reader]

[ GN reader, slowburn, fluff, mildly tsundere, SFW, hurt+comfort, 2.6k ]

"y/n."

"y/n. Can you hear me?"

You can just barely make out his voice past the ringing in your ears. You open your eyes, and... nothing. There's nothing around you, just blank space. It's like you're suspended in a pitch-black void.

You quickly sit up- making note of the clearly solid surface beneath you- and look down. More pitch blackness.

It isn't like it's dark. In fact, it's quite bright- you can see yourself just fine. There's just nothing else there. Nothing but a surprisingly bright light shining down from above. You look up, only to immediately glance away. It's like staring directly into the sun...

"What happened...?" You ask.

"Ugh, really, what did you get yourself into this time..." The voice speaks again. You quickly discern it's coming from directly above you, from the light. "I'd think you'd have learned by now not to eat anything Solomon cooks, but it seems you're just as stubborn as he is."

The memory comes flooding back, of Solomon bringing yet another one of his culinary abominations over to you. It's blurry, but you're pretty sure he even spoon-fed you...

Maybe it's time to start working on my boundaries.

"Ah. So that's how I got here," you say. "But still, what happened? What did it do? Where am I?"

"Whatever Solomon put in that 'chicken soup' of his has transported you into some kind of pocket dimension."

"Great..." You groan, patting the ground beside you. Yep, it’s solid alright.

"Honestly, it's always something new with that sorcerer. He's generally a reasonable person with a good head on his shoulders, but then he'll go and cook something up that poisons even demons, or transports someone through time, or... oh, I probably shouldn't have said that."

"Should I just forget you said that?"

"Please do. Though, I'm not sure you'll even remember any of this once you're out of here anyway."

You let out a sigh. "Who are you, anyway?"

"Don't worry. I'm here to get you out," the voice responds. "Now, this should only take a second..."

You're about to point out how he completely dodged the question, but figure now isn't the time. You're relying on whoever this is to return you to the real world, after all.

The sound of someone snapping their fingers reverberates through whatever kind of space you're in, before you flinch at the piercing sound of glass shattering.

"I- what the...” The voice exclaims in disbelief.

Up to this point, the voice had this undertone of superiority- the kind that screams 'I know things you don't', that considers itself above you and any situation that could present itself. It reminded you of Lucifer, in a way, just more on the patronizing end. However, all of that is gone now- this just seems genuinely taken aback, even startled.

That same shattered-glass sound rings through the space again, then a frustrated growl before trying again.

A pit forms in your stomach. This isn't good...

"That damn sorcerer," the voice mutters, mostly to himself. "Oh. Excuse my language."

"You can't get out, can you?"

He sighs. "It seems I can't."

"Great."

"Fortunately, unlike you, I should still be able to contact the outside world from here," the voice assured. "With outside support, we should be able to be extracted from here with little issue. I just need to give Raphael the instructions."

Raphael, huh?

"Who are you, anyway? You never answered my question earlier."

"You sure ask a lot of questions, don't you?" the voice responds, tone dripping with annoyance.

"Well, for as long as we're stuck here together, we might as well get to know each other."

Your remark is followed by a long moment of deafening silence.

"...hello?"

Another thirty seconds of silence pass by, and a nervous feeling starts building up in your stomach. Is he still here? Had you crossed him in some way, and if you had, is he still going to help you out of here, or just himself?

"He-"

"Ugh. Three hours... it's going to be around three hours."

You groan, taking another look at your surroundings. There's absolutely nothing to keep yourself entertained for the next three hours. There's nothing to even look at. And you're stuck here with some strange being that won't even tell you his name. Though, you're fairly certain you know who it is anyway.

"I can't believe Solomon pulled this off, and without even trying. His capacity to mess things up is almost impressive, isn't it? Though, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised anymore. Inventing an immortality potion, fighting a one-man war against the entire Devildom, shrinking Lucifer and suppressing his power, and now somehow trapping me... sometimes I worry what would happen if he decided to use his power to nefarious ends. And the whole cooking thing... why did he even have to get into cooking, of all things? I never thought I'd have to say the sentence, 'you were sent to a pocket dimension by chicken soup', but here we are. It's times like this that I understand why the Sorcerer's Society sent a dragon after him; this is ridiculous. He really causes me no end of..."

The voice trails off.

"Sorry. I'm rambling."

"No, no, ramble away," you respond quickly. "It's not like there's anything else for us to do here, anyway. Maybe your voice will keep me from going insane."

He scoffs softly. "I'm not here to entertain you."

"Would you honestly rather just sit here in silence? You're stuck here with me just as much as I'm stuck here with you."

That familiar radio silence fills the air again. God, this guy is petty.

Maybe I should see how big this place really is. There's not much to see, but maybe walking around will at least keep me from dying of boredom.

You get up from the floor (or, what you think counts as a floor?), pick a random direction and start walking.

"You know, not many humans would just walk into complete darkness with no directions. But then again, you've never been one to take the safe path, have you?"

You pause and frown. "You say that as though you know me."

"I've been watching," he admits. "The way you've forged such bonds with those brothers, influenced them so tremendously... I'd say you're flying too close to the sun, but everything seems to be going well. I'm happy you're making them happy."

"Well, thanks..?" You respond awkwardly. "I'm glad I'm making them happy, too."

"May I ask why?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, they are demons."

"And? They're still dear to me."

"Dear to you, huh?" The voice asks pensively.

"Why are you so invested, anyway?"

There's a second of hesitation before the voice speaks again. Not a long spell of intentional silence like earlier, but a simple pause. As though he's contemplating what to say, or whether to speak at all.

"Because long ago, they were my brothers." The voice answers. "It's been a long time since then. But I do still have a smidgen of care for them. And seeing you get so close with them, it... it fascinates me."

There's an undeniable tone of loneliness to his tone, one that he's clearly trying to restrain but is leaking through nonetheless.

"Fascinates you?" You ask. You pause. "...well, you fascinate me, too, Michael. That's who you are, isn't it?"

"Excuse me?" He blurts in shock.

"You aren't exactly hiding it well."

Several seconds of silence ensue, and then a weak chuckle.

"You really are full of surprises, aren't you?"

"My life is full of surprises. I try to match the energy."

"I think I see why Lucifer likes you so much," he remarks. "And, yes, I am Michael. In case you needed the confirmation."

"Confirmation is always appreciated," you respond. "It's nice to finally meet you, Michael."

"I'm sorry? Nice to meet me?"

You quirk an eyebrow. "Why are you so surprised?"

"I apologize. It's just... I would have imagined Lucifer and those brothers of his would only have negative things to say of me. I had figured you wouldn't have the best impression of me, much less want to meet me."

"Meh, it's been a mixed bag," you shrug.

"Come on. You can't just say that; now I'm curious."

You chuckle. "Well, Mammon told me how you taught him about the constellations."

"He still remembers that...?"

"Apparently," you shrug again. "He tried to teach me too, but according to Luke he misremembered a lot. Still haven't had anyone teach me properly."

"Well, hold on."

"Huh?"

Another snap echoes through the void, and suddenly you're in an endless sea of stars.

"Woah..." you let out a gleeful giggle, eyes sparkling with wonder. "This is amazing!"

"I'm glad you like it."

You're startled to hear the voice coming from behind you rather than above you. Now that you think about it, the bright light beaming down from above is gone too...

You slowly turn around, and there he is, in the flesh. Your heart skips a beat as you see him, and you remember what you were told not too long ago.

He's everything humans expect an angel to be and more.

He’s just… magnificent. He’s beautiful in the most ethereal way, with a certain grandeur to him on par with Lucifer. You can't help but stare, taking in his features, basking in them like warm sunlight.

The playful smile fades from his face for a moment. "Come on, don't look at me like that. There's really not much to look at.”

“I respectfully disagree,” you utter under your breath.

“Whatever. Let's go look at the stars instead."

He gets that starry-eyed look of childlike excitement again as he brushes past you and points at a cluster of stars.

"That over there is Orion, humans also call it 'The Hunter'. What a lot of people don't know is that each of the stars have their own names, too. Look at those three stars across the middle, the belt. Left to right are Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka. Now look up from there at the shoulders, now look just east of that... there's Canis Minor. Canis Minor is... oh, I never actually told you the names of the other stars in Orion, did I? I apologize. Anyway..."

You listen to him ramble on, pointing excitedly at various stars, constellations, and asterisms. Oh, and he explains to you what an asterism was. It's so easy to get lost in his words, even if it straddles the line between coherent thought and word vomit at times.

"What was that earlier about you not being here to entertain me?" You tease with a smirk.

He gives you a deadpan look. "This isn't for you. It's for me."

"Right," you chuckle and roll your eyes. "My apologies."

"Don't roll your eyes at me."

"Sorry~"

“You’re not sorry at all,” he sighs softly and shakes his head.

You give him a shrug.

“I don't get it," he utters, shaking his head once more with a soft smile upon his face. "You're just a human, but you talk to me like a friend. It's like you don't care who I am, what I am. It's absurd."

"Well, I've spent quite a while sassing Lucifer and his brothers. You aren't special."

"There you go again..." he sighs. "This is how you treat them, too?"

"Pretty much."

"You really don't care who anyone is, do you?"

"Nope."

"I don't understand how Lucifer hasn't killed you yet."

"Trust me, he's tried."

The two of you share a chuckle.

"You know, one time..." You delve into a story about you and Lucifer, one of the many times you drove him crazy.

Throughout the story, Michael leans in further and further towards you, completely captivated. He looks so utterly enthralled that you just can't bring yourself to bring it to a close. One chaotic story segues into another, and another. You feel like one of one of those camp counselors sitting around a campfire, telling stories to a circle of starry-eyed children.

"With the way you talk about him, I'd almost think he hasn't changed," Michael remarks with a distant look in his eyes, a sad smile tilting the corners of his lips.

"Really, he hasn't," you tell him. "From what I've heard, anyway. He's still Lucifer."

He lets out a sad sigh, eyes cast downward. "All this time, I've thought the Lucifer I knew died when I... when he became a demon."

He meets your gaze with a melancholic look.

"He's changed a little," you agree, "but he's still the same Lucifer inside. I've seen enough to know that. I'm sure if you give him a chance..."

Michael sighs. "How am I supposed to face him as a demon? How am I supposed to look at him, not recoil at what he's become, what I turned him into?"

You put a hand on his shoulder. "Michael."

His eyes widen in surprise, as he’s momentarily snapped out of his episode of self-pity.

"Touching me too, are you? You really do know no bounds."

You swear you can see the faintest blush upon his face. Or maybe it’s just a trick of the light. Either way, that could be explored later.

"It's how I've gotten this far," you tell him with a smile. "I've gotten where I am because I, consistently, decided to take the plunge. And I think it's time for you to take the plunge, too."

For a long moment, he just looks down at the ground, his expression unreadable.

After what feels like forever, he meets your gaze again. "Let's get back to the constellations," he suggests with a weary smile.

"Okay."

And so, Michael returns to his rambles about the constellations, wildly pointing and gesturing into his projection of the night sky. A surprised blush heats up your face as you feel a feathered wing drape around you like a soft blanket. You look to Michael in disbelief, as he continues gesturing to the stars.

You shuffle closer to him, and without looking away from the distant stars, he pulls his wing over you tighter, almost squeezing like a feathery hug. His feathers brush against you, softer than anything you’ve ever felt.

You gently grasp some of his gleaming white feathers between your fingers and stroke them. His eyes widen in surprise.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could touch,” he weakly chides.

“You’re the one who touched first!”

“Ugh…” he rolls his eyes. “Anyway, that over there is Lacerta…”

You settle back down underneath his wing, taking everything in. He’s warm, unbelievably warm. It’s as though you’re snuggled up in a heated blanket as the two of you gaze up at the stars. You feel like you could stay there forever.

I can't believe this is happening.

However, all good things must come to an end. Eventually, you start to notice the starry sky... breaking apart. Into little tiny pieces, floating away into the abyss.

"Wh-"

"That must mean Raphael succeeded," Michael says, stepping away and retracting his wing. "When this little pocket of reality is fully dissolved, we'll be sent right back to where we were before this whole ordeal."

A pang of disappointment hits you as you realize your little moment is coming to a close.

"Oh, don't give me that face." Michael says. "We'll see each other again; I promise it. So try to remember me this time, okay?"

You give him a weird look. Try to remember him this time...? What on Earth does he mean by that...?

Before you can ask, he takes your hands in his and squeezes them gently. Just as he does, a blinding light pours in and... now, you're in your bed.

You blink and sit up.

"Oh, thank goodness! What was that about; ya really had us scared there! Don't ya ever do that again!" Mammon's practically yelling into your ear.

"Mammon, there's no need to be right in their face. Not after they just woke up." Lucifer shakes his head. "Are you alright, [y/n]?"

"I'm feeling quite alright," you smile.

"Oh?" Lucifer gives you a weird look.

"You can go ahead and tell everyone I'm fine," you say, standing up and walking towards the door. "I'm headed to the library."

Meanwhile, in the Celestial Realm, Raphael breathes a sigh of relief as Michael reappears.

"Ugh, honestly, Michael," he shakes his head. "How did you even find yourself in such a predicament, anyway? I mean, you?"

"As I said. I had to help [y/n]."

"Were you even actually stuck in there, or were you just using it as an excuse to mess around when you have work to do?"

"...I'll leave that up to your interpretation."

"Michael...! Hey, don't just run off...!"

#FINALLY Michael pines for someone other than Lucifer #no idea why i decided to write in present tense that's unlike me #7 minutes in heaven except there’s no sex just infodumping #Is he just embarrassed to admit he was really stuck or was he really fucking around? Who knows! #obey me michael #obey me x reader #om michael #obey me michael x reader #fluff #hurt+comfort

[shmaptainwrites]

For your prompt-request thing—

Harry Hart, hurt/comfort prompt 1 :D (it was a rly difficult choice btwn 1 and 3 ngl)

hi bestie! i'm so sorry this took me ages to write, but i hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: Harry Hart x fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol, drugging, death mention, attempted abduction, no use of (Y/N)

Cocktails

“Hey, Miss, you seem a little lonely there. Mind if I join you?” 

You looked up at your target, Alex Connor, with a polite smile and nodded your head. Step one was going according to plan. 

“Just keep your guard up, Guinevere,” you could hear Merlin’s voice warning you in your ear. “He seems quite innocent, but we all know what kind of things he’s capable of.”

You held your closed water bottle tightly and did a quick scan of the facility, making another note of your exits and seeing Harry’s position in a booth near the back so he could keep an eye on you. 

“Everything alright?” Alex asked and you nodded your head. 

“Just been a long day,” you mumbled. 

You knew he liked to work for his information, it was all a part of the game he played to take you off your guard. To make you trust him. But your goal was to do the opposite so you planned to play his game right back. 

“Really? Do you need someone to talk about it with?” he asked in one of the most convincing genuine voices you’d ever heard. 

“I-,” you shrugged. “Not really, I think I'd rather have a distraction.”

“I’m good at that too,” he chuckled. “Let’s get you a drink first and then we can see what we can do about that.”

You gave him a look of slight reluctance before ordering a cocktail which the bartender already knew to make a virgin. 

A few minutes later he placed the colourful drink in front of you and you took a sip. At least you could say it tasted good. 

“So if I want a distraction do I get to pick?” you asked. 

“Sure,” he nodded. 

“Alright then, tell me about yourself,” you started easy, making it seem as if you may have been interested in him. If he thought sex was on the table maybe he’d give you the information you were looking for. 

The conversation went on for some time, your drink mainly untouched, and it felt like a pair of eyes were burning into the back of your skull. 

Weirdly enough, that was your comfort in the situation. Knowing that Harry was right there in case anything went wrong settled the nervous feeling in your stomach that normally came with dealing with such a dangerous person alone. 

Eventually you managed to get him to crack, not without a little more flirting and light hand grazes here and there, and Merlin applauded you on the extraction. 

You turned your head for just a moment to signal to Harry that you’d be ready to get out soon and as a little treat to yourself you took another sip of your cocktail. 

You tried to close off the conversation with Alex, but you could feel your limbs growing heavier. Your mouth refused to move in the way you wanted, almost paralyzed by something and when you looked back down again at your drink in horror, you noticed a faint white powdery residue on the black straw. 

You had turned your head for less than two seconds and he had drugged you. 

“Oh you don’t look too good,” Alex said and now you could hear the disingenuousness in his voice. “Here let me get you some help.”

You wanted to protest, panicking, but you couldn’t bring it in you to move yourself from the position you were in. 

You tried to scream for help, but nothing came from your lungs. 

“Excuse me?” you could hear a voice behind you as your body wasn’t able to hold itself up anymore and you were fully relying on Alex not to fall off your chair. 

“Sorry I’m just trying to get my girlfriend-,”

“Your girlfriend?” 

Whose voice was that? It sounded so familiar, but all the things in your brain became a jumbled mess covered in a thick fog. 

“Yes my girlfriend,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“That’s my wife,” the voice said flatly. “And I’ll give you one chance to hand her to me before this situation gets any more complicated than necessary.”

Knowing better than to cause a scene Alex let the other man take you in his arms, and through the haze you managed to recognize the soft feeling of those arms wrapped around you. It was Harry. 

Alex quickly left the bar and  Harry gently turned you around, still able to see the frantic, worried look in your eyes. 

“Hey, hey, just look at me, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and you hated that you didn’t have any control over your body. Harry seemed to sense this and you could hear Merlin talking to you both, giving Harry instructions on what to give you to counteract the drug Alex had used. 

He took something small out of his pocket and grabbed your water bottle, placing the pill in your mouth before helping you drink and swallow. 

“It’ll take a little while to kick in okay?” he told you, taking your glasses off so you wouldn’t have to hear the cacophony of headquarters. You were overwhelmed enough. “Come on, let me get you out of here.”

You weren’t sure if it was whatever drug Alex had used or what you had taken to counteract its effects, but you could feel yourself drifting off, whether it was to sleep or something much more permanent you had no idea, but at this point, the effects were too strong for you to care and you let the quiet envelop you. 

—

When you opened your eyes your whole body felt like it weighed a ton and a half. You struggled to push yourself up into a seated position so you could assess your surroundings. You had last been at the bar with Harry and now it seemed like you were back in your hotel room. 

“Good, you’re awake.” 

You turned your head to the sound of the voice and saw Harry walking towards you with a bottle of water. He was still in his work suit which made you think that not too much time had passed. 

“How long was I out?” you asked. 

“A few hours. It’s within the symptoms of what I gave you. HQ might want to run some tests when we return but I suspect you’ll be in good health,” he explained. “Here drink this.” 

You noticed the bottle was unopened and you smiled a little to yourself, Harry did seem to know you well. If it had been a glass you probably would have refused to drink from it. The paranoia of the incident still made your heart beat a little faster than it should. 

“How are you doing?” he asked. 

“Just a little woozy-,” 

“That’s not what I meant,” he interrupted. “That experience must have been quite frightening. I can’t imagine what you were feeling.” 

You stayed quiet for a moment before taking another sip of water and whispering that you didn’t really want to talk about it. 

“I understand,” Harry nodded, “but if you ever just need someone to listen you can always come to me.” 

“Thank you, Harry,” you reached out your hand to hold his and give it a light squeeze. “Really, not just for this, but always looking out for me. Whenever we’re partnered on assignments I know I’m in good hands.” 

“Anytime, my dear,” he gave you one of his soft smiles and you could instantly feel the beat of your heart slow to a calm, regular rhythm. 

You knew even if it stayed just as that, gentle grazes of a hand against another, a soft smile and a reassurance, everything, in the end, would always be okay.

#harry hart #harry hart x reader #harry hart fanfiction #galahad #galahad x reader #kingsman #kingsman secret service #kingsman secret service fanfiction #kingsman fanfiction #stupid tags

[deathbxnny]

Salutations good writer! I hope you're feeling better after your mental health break, and that whatever may have spurred it has been resolved! Now, if you are 100% open to taking reqs again, I'd like to propose a little platonic HC ask for the certain crew of a space-faring locomotive. Basically the, Astral Express crew (if you're cool with taking HSR asks, since I remember seeing you mention that you were feeling burnt out with those) finding out that their youngest (I'd say upper teens in terms of age range) member... has a lot of cybernetics. I'm talk an arm, half their upper body, and both their legs. And these cybernetics are a source of great insecurity for them, like they feel like they're beneath everyone, a lesser being, less of a human being. And as for why they hid it, well, it may have been an illogical train of thought, but it was because they, deep down, were terrified that the crew would end up validating those feelings if they ever found out. And this was information that they'd hidden from the rest of the crew for a good while, under layers of covering clothing, until during a recent mission that would result in their secret being revealed. I'm imagining it's either like, they jump in front of another crew member, or the crew need to urgently retrieve an item, or pull some sort of switch, but where that item or switch lays is too dangerous for any of them to just reach in unless to want their hand and/or arm melted or ripped off. Any of them, except for the reader. Who does just that. Either way, their clothes are damaged, and their secret is exposed for all to see.

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A/N: I love the way you talk like a mid-century, mysterious merchant, who sends you on a life altering quest, before disappearing into the shadows of the forest, satisfied with the evil they've committed for the day on the unsuspecting adventurer... Also, thank you for your interesting request lmao-

Content: Teen reader having robotic limbs, hurt/comfort, slight angst, unserious in some parts, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》March 7th

She found out about your robotic limbs during a fight against some enemies. Your arm malfunctioned, loosening off your shoulder, which made you instinctively grab it to keep it in place. March thought that you had gotten injured and quickly tried to aid you by grabbing your arm too, despite you telling her that it was alright.

She didn't listen and quickly had to pull you out of the way from an attack, making her accidentally take your entire arm off with her. You both stood there frozen, including the baffled enemy, as you just stared at your arm in March's shaking hands. Your insecurities quickly flared up, as you tried scrambling for an excuse. But you were cut off by March's high-pitched scream of horror, since she thought that she had somehow ripped your entire arm off.

The enemy eventually just left out of sheer embarrassment, as you had to be the one comforting March about your arm and explain to her that everything was fine. At least you didn't feel too bad about it anymore, if anything, it was maybe even funny for once.

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》Welt Yang

Welt always somehow knew that you were hiding something, but never dared push you on the topic. Instead, he made it clear that you can talk about anything that bothers you to him. He was open to anything, in fact, he has seen practically everything the world had to offer. Nothing surprised him anymore and he made sure you knew that. So really, he was just patiently waiting for you to one day tell him what it was, that visibly bothered you so much every day.

And the day finally came, when you couldn't fix your leg that was broken in a battle. You were frustrated and angry, unable to fix it no matter what you did. You didn't want anyone seeing you like this and therefore hid yourself in your room until you could solve the issue. But the crew eventually got worried for you and send Welt to check up on you. He knocked, asking you if he could come in and after an eternity of silence, you sigh and give up, before letting him in. You tearfully sat on your bed in defeat, your robotic leg on full display, thinking he'll now degrade you for it.

But he surprised you, as he simply kneeled down at your bed and asked you to give him your tools, so that he could fix it for you. He asked no questions and just worked away, until he finally fixed it for you with ease. He didn't need to say anything and you didn't either, just silently appreciating him for the wordless kindness he had just shown you.

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》Himeko

Himeko only noticed your robotic limbs, when you returned from a mission completely beaten up. Your sleeves were torn off your arms and your cybernetic limbs on full display for her to see. Your head was hanging in shame, as you nervously and anxiously waited for her ridicule you thought you'd get.

But that never came and instead, she just gently hugged you and quickly tended to your wounds. She asked no questions and just patiently waited for you to tell her all about your limbs, whilst she calmly patched you up. She wiped away your tears and patted your head, reassuring you that everything was going to be alright and that your secret is safe with her, if you don't want to share this with everyone just yet.

She from then on made sure you had better cybernetics that didn't break or malfunction and kept your secret just like she promised to. She was always to hear and still your insecurities, as she didn't think that they were anything to be ashamed of.

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng once caught a glimpse of your cybernetic limbs, yet never said a word about to anyone. He for one didn't think it was his place to do so and also didn't think it was such a big deal in the first place. So he wasn't all to phased, when your arm shattered during a fight and was revealed to indeed not be real. The only thing he was worried about, was if you were alright or not.

He finishes up the battle quickly to make sure you're alright and not injured. Though seeing you so visibly shaken up and ashamed makes him freeze up with worry for a second. He certainly didn't except you to be so insecure about them, even if you hid them from everyone. He gives you silent support by helping you quickly get a replacement arm and making up some lies, so that the crew didn't know anything, until you were ready to tell them yourself.

He continues to not make a big deal out of it afterwards and instead tells you that your limbs make you even more interesting, in hopes of cheering you up through it.

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A/N: Alright, I hope this was okay! Thank you again for the request!<33

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr welt #hsr welt x reader #hsr march 7th x reader #hsr march 7th #hsr dan heng #hsr dan heng x reader #hsr himeko #hsr himeko x reader #hsr

[kitsune-oji]

Hi! I saw that post of the 22nd of August when you asked if anyone had ideas for fics, could I suggest a fic where Mammon comforts a gn MC who is scared to death after an horror game marathon with Levi but tries to hide it?

I hope I respected the rules and this made sense, English isn't my first language.

I wish you the best of days.

With You

I don't have to feel scared

Thank you for this cute idea!! Your English is very good, don't worry :) it's not my first language either btw. I hope you like it ✨

Mammon x/& gn! Mc (you/yours)

Word count: 653

Warnings/Tags: comfort, fluff, Reader being scared after playing horror games and being a bit shy

It was fun, it really was. You enjoyed playing with Levi and the fact that it was a horror game was alright too. While you were there, even though you jumped and yelled and held on tightly to the blanket in your lap or the controller, you weren't too scared.

But now it was different.

Levi wasn't next to you anymore, yelping and saying you scared him by getting scared yourself. You didn't have anything to focus on, no goal in a game to work towards. Somehow, not actually being in such a suspenseful situation made it worse.

The darkness of the corridor, the endless silence stretching on until you got to your room. Every little creaking sound made you flinch and look around, as if expecting something to jump out from the next corner and see something crawl away in the corner of your eye.

Sort of stupid, wasn't it? When you lived in a house with demons, one would think you wouldn't get scared so easily anymore. Unfortunately it didn't work that way.

Your room felt cold and uninviting when you stepped over the threshold. Even turning the light on didn't save you from the uncomfortable, anxious feeling in your gut. Images from the game kept flashing through your mind, scary scenes replaying again and again to the point you feared they would actually manifest in real life.

You couldn't be alone. Not right now. Should you go back to Levi? Maybe not, you weren't sure. Either way, you needed someone around you, so you quickly walked out of your room again and screeched when suddenly there was someone right in front of you.

Mammon held his ears and shot you a look you couldn't quite place. It wasn't happy at least.

"It's just me, what the hell is your problem? Damn that hurt..."

Despite his choice of words, he didn't sound too angry. You tried to calm your racing heart.

"I noticed ya weren't with Levi anymore so I thought I'd come over. What's with the screaming? I don't look that horrible."

He really didn't. Mammon was like a sight for sore eyes, his mere presence made you feel better already. Yet your hands still shook.

"I'm sorry, I-, there's just, I wasn't, I'm just a bit.. jumpy right now", you stuttered, trailing off and looking at Mammon's reaction tentatively.

His eyebrows lifted and you could basically see a lightbuld over his head lighting up.

"What, yer scared cause of some dumb video game? Why did ya play it then?"

"I wasn't that scared when we actually played it, it's just, now that everything is quiet I keep thinking about it..."

He blinked, then looked to the side and scratched his neck, stepping from one foot onto the other.

"Ya know...", he started, "If you want me to keep you company, you just gotta say it."

You tugged on one of his sleeves until he looked at you again and nodded. There was a pause before Mammon took your hand from his sleeve and held it in his own instead. Looking straight ahead, he marched towards his room with you. You could see the tips of his ears twitching slightly.

Once you were in his room, Mammon put on one of his action movies. The sounds of racing, explosions, gunfire and talking was much better than the suffocating silence from before. You crawled under the blanket with him and he tugged you close to his side when you leaned against his shoulder.

Like this, all the fear from before felt so far away. Like a distant dream.

Slowly, you closed your eyes and took in Mammon's scent, the sounds of the movie, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his arm securely around you. With your own demon, you didn't have to fear anything else coming to hurt you. He would be stronger than them all.

#obey me shall we date #mine #om! swd #race neutral mc #gender neutral reader #obey me nightbringer #gn mc #fluff #obey me mammon #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #Writing #Drabble #Ficlet #Comfort #mammon x reader

[didishawn]

Hey bestie!!!! Your works are chef kiss 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 uhm I was wondering if you can write angst w Ferran? Idk like there's an argument n he says something hurtful?? Miss ma'am tbh I have no clue what im requesting😭😭 all ik is that I'd like some angst ending in fluff pls??? N ur writing is amazing so 🤌🏼

Broken souls (Ferran x Reader)

Warnings: angsty with happy ending, mentions of Ferran's insecurities and mental health, mentions of the internet being assholes, Sira mention (not in a truly bad way as the girl is amazing)

Masterlist

You know Ferran adores Barça and loves playing in it, it's where his best friends play and 9ne the best club's out there, but sometimes you can't help but wonder if things would be better had he stayed in Manchester City.

Words can bring down even the happiest of people, that person who everyone knows to be the nicest, the funniest, being broken by people on the Internet feeling the need to comment on all his flaws and creating insecurities.

It's terrible for anyone, brings them down, worsens their mental health and makes them sometimes not be themselves.

Your boyfriend, you know is broken, as months pass by he becomes even more of a shell of his true self, he might pretend everything is alright out there, but you know it isn't.

He overworks himself, training hours not enough for him, locking himself in the gym or using the goalie on your backyard to practice until late night hours, then waking up even before the sun rises.

You know he is exhausted, but he refuses to stop, you are worried about what will happen to him, you have told him so multiple times, and the screaming match you both are having right now is a repetition, already happened.

"I just told you to please come to bed, I don't think there is nothing wrong with it!" you shout at him, trying to get your words through that thick head of his, he shakes his head, a smile that is not truthful, almost cruel.

"You don't fucking understand, don't you? How can I go to bed when I fucking suck! Its almost as if you have fun seeing how terrible I am!"

"How can you say that? You know I am your biggest supporter! I just think you should also keep in mind to take care of yourself!"

He gives a dry laugh, face to face with you as he glares down at you, you are not afraid though, you know he would never hurt you -at least not with his hands that he furiously moves around and points at you.

"Really? Because I think you enjoy it, having all culers hating on me, maybe you like that I have no one by my side to have me all for yourself! Always so fucking clingy" he sighs "Sira understood..."

You both tense, his eyes snap into yours, apologetic, trying to reach out for you.

"Love, I'm-"

"Fuck you, Ferran. If Sira was so much better then she can take care of you so you don't fucking die from exhaustion" you are in tears "I fucking care for you and you just treat me as if I was a parasite, someone you don't actually love, maybe you didn't want a girlfriend -at least not me as its obvious you did want Sira, you wanted someone to keep your house clean and all that shit so meanwhile you repay me like this"

You walk away from his, you don't let him grab you a she wants, picking up your purse and intentionally leaving the house keys behind. You stop, see the promise ring on your finger, and go to take it off, his hands stop you.

"Please, amor, don't do that I promise I will try to do better, ok? You are right, I am sorry for treating you like shit, I promise I will listen to what you say"

You laugh "Only when you are about to lose me do you react, how can I believe your words for a second if maybe this conversation will repeat itself in a week"

"It won't, ok? I swear, y/n, I will do my best so there is no repetition on this, I want you, I love you, I won't be able to do this without you. I know I am an asshole, bit the one good thing I have is you and I will make sure to always remind it"

You think it over for a second, dropping your purse you let his arms wrap around you, taking a moment in them, you then go on to whisper.

"You are still sleeping on the couch after that Sira comment"

"Totally worth it if you stay"

#barca #fc barca #barcelona #spanish nt #spain national team #spain nt #ferran torres imagine #ferran #ferran torres #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres angst #pedri

[deandoesthingstome]

Welcoming Committee - Part 8

Pairing: Captain Syverson X Reader/OFC (Drea); August Walker x OFC (Genevieve/Neve); Captain Syverson x OFC (Genevieve/Neve); August Walker x Reader/OFC (Drea)

Word count: 973

Series Summary: You and Sy have been together for three years, but you still like to mix it up. The new neighbors down the street give you a chance to do just that.

Masterlist for series warnings. Heads up: this is 18+ ONLY

Chapter Warnings: Sub/dom check in, bratty behavior, power play, impact play, spanking/slapping, oral F receiving, fingering, male masterbation,

Not only did he spank me, but he also arranged it so he had good hold on my throat. Every time August landed a smack, I shifted forward into his grip. I kept trying to arch back, to meet his hand, to feel the sting, because as much as I loved the squeeze it was his strike I wanted to receive tonight.

"Please, Sir," I gasped, not quite desperate, but pleading nonetheless.

"What is it love? What do you need?"

There was only one thing to do.

"Pickles." He immediately let my throat go and bent over to check in with a much tamer voice than I'd heard so far tonight.

"Are you alright? Have I hurt you?" he spoke not in a whisper, but low enough Sy couldn't have heard, occupied as he was with his face between Neve's thighs.

I turned my head to look directly in his eyes so he knew I was telling the truth.

"I'm alright," I knew I could drop the name for now. I really should have informed him earlier, but he was checking now and we needed to clear this up before he went any further. "You haven't hurt me. Another time I would relish your hands around my throat. But tonight, please, just spanking and slapping. And it can be harder. I'll signal if it's too much."

"Ass and face only?"

"You can also hit my tits and slap my pussy." I had excellent makeup for cover-up if it came to it.

"I can work with that. I'm sorry, Drea."

"It's okay. Thank you for stopping for me. Are you ready?"

"Are you?"

And now only one way back. "Yes Sir," I grinned. "Do your worst."

"Do. Your. Worst. What?" He hammered home each word with a sharp slap on my ass, harder than before and I knew I feel those for a while. I was so pleased with how this night was progressing.

"Do your worst, Sir!" I practically screamed in response as I felt the winding of the tight coil deep in my pussy. If he'd just...oh, fuck!

"I thought you were keeping her mouth shut tonight, Walker? You got it under control over there? Need any help?" Sy teased from across the room, his mouth still hovering near Neve's quivering thighs.

"I think I've changed my mind about that, Syverson. Listen to how pretty her cries sound when she comes all over my hand."

August had somehow sensed how close I was and after those four sharp cracks on my ass, he'd slipped his hand between my cheeks and drilled two or three fingers deep into my sopping wet core. I couldn't tell for sure how many, and I didn't really care. He was somehow magically stroking the exact spot needed to release my first orgasm of the night and it felt incredible. Of course I was howling for him already.

"Or maybe you wanna come shut her up yourself?"

"Auggie, play fair," Neve gasped as Sy stuck his head back between her legs. "Quit interrupting my fun," she squealed, and I knew Sy had her close, too.

As I was coming back down, August pulled me up to perch my ass on the narrrow strip of couch between his massive thighs, my back pressed against his chest. He wrapped one arm around my breasts as I heaved to catch my breath and snaked his other around my waist, settling his fingers against my twitchy cunt.

In this position I had the best view of Sy's ass, his pants pushed down just enough for him to have taken hold of himself. I could see his arm pumping while he bent over and continued to feast between Neve's legs, drapped as they were over his shoulders. She was doing a much better job than me of keeping her voice down, but only because she had clasped a hand over her mouth and was clearly screaming into it as she came for him.

"Isn't she lovely, spread wide and coming hard for your husband?" August whispered in my ear, while his hand caressed my folds.

"She's gorgeous," I moaned and felt a sharp tap on my pussy, the sting heightening my senses again. "Sir! She's gorgeous, Sir!"

"You really have such a hard time with your manners, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Mmm, better," he purred in my ear as we both watched Sy ease Neve off the mantle and carry her back to the couch. He moved with practiced ease, his thick cock jutting out between his legs kept wide enough to trap his loose pants in place for the moment. Once he'd set her down, he rid himself of shoes and pants before diving down over her and trapping her lengthwise on the couch beneath his imposing body. I couldn't wait to watch him fuck her.

Aside from getting more physical with a partner, seeing Sy really get into it was one of the main reasons I loved sharing time with him. I knew what his power felt like, but because he fucked me senseless it was always so hard to really focus on the beauty of his form and style.

It was going to be a stretch to split my attention on needling August into what I needed while also taking in the spectacular view of my glorious fucking machine of a husband.

"She's going to make the prettiest noises for him, Drea," August spoke as he alternated between cupping and slapping my pulsing pussy. "You like that, huh? Watching him?"

"Yes, I really do. Sir!" I gasped out the last bit as August landed another sharp tap against my core. The coil was tightening again but I wanted him inside me before I came again. I nuzzled my head back against him and begged. "Please, Sir. Fuck me."

Part 9

#captain syverson fanfiction #august walker fanfiction #captain syverson #august walker #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x reader/ofc (drea) #august walker x ofc (genevieve) #welcoming committee #mine #deandoesthingstome

[captain-mj]

I am currently screaming over the Körangi AU with the wings and stuff and I'd love to see more ajhskdhkdhdkd!!!

I'm introducing another ship in here! Also we're calling this the Hunter AU because I need to name it for the tag

Alejandro had heard from Ghost the entire thing and since König seemed pretty distressed, he agreed to help. He put on his helmet and talked to them, Price, Farah and Alex.

König explained everything he saw about Horangi and Alejandro, despite thinking this was a bit of an overreaction, agreed to help him find his soulmate. He didn't really believe in the whole soulmate thing, but he knew König and Price believed it. Alex was on the fence about it, but Alejandro wasn't going to disparage their beliefs either.

Even if he thought it was stupid.

"Alright hermano, we'll help you find him." Alejandro smiled at him and listened to where Price was sending him. He had a zone he was going to comb over and then they'd meet back up.

So off he set. The area had mostly tall trees with little underbrush and clear space.

Alejandro took stock of himself. His spirals resembled ruby as they traveled over his skin, visible through the fishnet over his legs and across his chest. Most of his gear covered his midsection and his back He was durable. His hair, which annoyingly kept curling, was slicked back at the moment to keep it from getting into his face.

That didn't mean the arrow that flew straight though his shoulder, only stopping because it hit said gear, didn't fucking hurt. He yanked it out of him and snapped the thin arrow. It looked like birch wood.

Alejandro looked up, ready to snarl and disembowel whoever did it. Unless it was this Hawk Moth they were searching for. The rope in his gear, specifically for this situation, hit his leg, as if to remind that it was there.

Rodolfo jumped down from his trees, giant blue wings erupting from behind him. It was like everything had slowed to a crawl.

Rodolfo was gorgeous. the wings had a soft black outline with little white dots over the blue. His body... Alejandro admired the toned arms and the way the leather wrapped around him. Not to even start on how pretty his face was. He could get lost in those eyes. Though he couldn't be sure, the air around him seemed to shimmer with his beauty as if he were one of the angels from the stories his mother told him as a child.

The arrow shot at him but he lifted his arm and it went through the leather of his arm guards instead. Like Cupid's arrow connecting their hearts.

"Mi amor. I think you changed my mind on soulmates."

Rodolfo responded in something he couldn't understand, but that was fine. Alejandro could learn how to speak the language. He pulled his bow and knocked another arrow to send at him.

Mostly on instinct, he rushed forward, grabbing the weapon from his hands. Rodolfo's eyes widened and he hit Alejandro hard. Stars exploded in his vision but fighting was a well beaten instinct. Unlike Rodolfo's kind, which usually only fought when provoked, Alejandro's was a warrior species. Fighters. Hunters. Despite Rodolfo getting several hits in, Alejandro managed to pin him, staring down at him.

His butterflies face flushed brightly, a stunning color against the blue. He tried to struggle against the hands pinning him but Alejandro stayed firm.

Alejandro pressed their bodies together, watching Rodolfo's realization.

Slowly, he pushed his hands under his gear, feeling the soft skin underneath. There was hard muscle there that Alejandro admired. He was so small compared to him. Alejandro easily had two feet of height on him and the little butterfly seemed to realize this as he stopped struggling.

It happened quickly but they went from pinning each other to Alejandro ripping his clothes off. Despite the... almost pout on the butterflies mouth, he didn't struggle or fight, just blushing more once Alejandro had him undressed.

"Rodolfo."

Alejandro paused and then mimicked. "Rodolfo." He pointed at him and Rodolfo nodded. "Alejandro."

"Alejandro." The way he said his name... Alejandro shuddered and put their faces close together. Close enough they shared breath, though unlike König, he wasn't going to kiss him so quickly. It was bad luck! It also meant a little too much for him to want to kiss him on the dirt ground.

Alejandro spread his legs and moved down, holding Rodolfo's legs so he couldn't escape. His tongue darted out to lick over his hole. He was so tiny. He'd have to be careful with prep. How König did it so easily when he was bigger than him didn't make sense, but he didn't want to risk it. His tongue pushed into him and Rodolfo arched, moaning.

"Ah... Ah...." Rudy's legs started to shake before he dug his fingers into Alejandro's hair, messing it up. He tugged him but it wasn't clear if he wanted more or to pull him away.

Alejandro added a finger, trying to make sure it was plenty slick for him.

Rodolfo moaned and it made Alejandro's head spin.

Slowly, he worked him open to two fingers and stopped using his tongue, spitting on his fingers and pushing them back in.

His little butterfly bit his lip and looked at him, a perfect flush over his face. If this was even close to how he had felt with Horangi, Alejandro understood why König seemed so obsessed.

Finally, when he was pretty sure Rodolfo could handle it without pain, he pulled him into his lap. His hands held the very base of his wings and picked him up, lining up.

Rodolfo whimpered a little but his legs stayed open and pliant. His cock was hard against his stomach as Alejandro gently slid him down on his own cock.

Tight. So tight. Alejandro panted softly as he sheathed himself. Rodolfo teared up, fingers digging into his shoulders. His thighs tried to close but Alejandro gently tapped them open again. When he bottomed out, he kept Rudy in his lap, holding him by his waist now.

They sat there a while, Alejandro all too content to enjoy the tight heat. Rodolfo had other plans. At first, he tried to pull away from him, but Alejandro would growl and pull him back, forcing him back down his cock. He panted, clearly enjoying this if his hard cock was anything to go by. After a moment, his butterfly gave in, rolling his hips to try to get off.

Alejandro kept his hands on his waist but let him move so he could more properly ride him, admiring his body as it moved. Rodolfo must've slipped just a little because he suddenly slammed down rather hard, biting his lip hard to try to stay quiet. The pressure around his cock made Alejandro dizzy. He let him try rocking again, but thanks to their size difference and Alejandro's gear, his butterfly couldn't seem to get a rhythm.

Alejandro noticed him getting frustrated and thrust up into him, surprised by how loud that made him. His nails dug deep into his shoulders and he ended up laying Rudy back against the ground. He took control, starting to thrust into him properly.

Rodolfo was loud. Moaning and letting out sharp cries when Alejandro thrust in harder. Tears started flowing down his face but he was pulling him closer, wanting more.

Alejandro hit something and Rodolfo screamed in pleasure, legs wrapping around him. He started to speak in his language before making a "hurry" motion. Alejandro got the message and hit it again, harder this time.

Rodolfo buried his face in his neck, feeling so tiny. His fingers traced the wings and he wasn't sure if that's what made his wings tremble or how hard he was fucking into him.

His butterfly came underneath him, panting softly and whining from overstimulation when Alejandro kept going. He didn't stop until he came in him, loving every sound he got from him.

Unlike König, Alejandro was smarter. He held on to him and gently ran his hands along his thighs. Rodolfo nuzzled against him before going to pull away. Alejandro helped him get dressed, maybe running his fingers over him a little more than necessary. Rodolfo blushed and smiled, leaning in a little. His body felt warm, probably from the flush.

Alejandro took advantage of the fact that Rodolfo was fucked out, quickly tying his hands. He saw his eyes widen before he tried to struggle, but Alejandro tightened the ropes. He scooped him up and held him tight, ignoring that Rodolfo continuously struggled.

"My darling, mi amor, I'll take good care of you, yeah? Just relax." Alejandro smiled at him and traced his pretty wings. "My soulmate."

#Hunter AU Cod #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #alerudy #aledolfo #alejandro x rodolfo #alejandro x rudy

[melishade]

Number 28 with Episode 1 Optimus? I'd love to see what's going through Hannes', Eren's, Mikasa's and Carla's heads heads when a giant metal titan seemingly out of nowhere just pops up and saves the latter's life, before going to exterminate the other titans in the area. After all, this metal titan is showing behavior that even makes Aberrant Titans' behavior look normal.

This ask game

Episode 1 Timeline! Here we go!

Eren tried. He really, really tried to pull the roof of the house off of his mom with Mikasa's help. But they couldn't do it. They were too weak. Not even the motivation of the people's screams and the titans invading their home could give them enough of that adrenaline to lift the damn wood off of their mother's back! Where was dad?! Someone help them!

He saw Hannes! He heard Hannes fly in! He felt some hope! Yes! Hannes could distract the titans while they got their mom out! C'mon! C'mon! Eren was then taken aback when Hannes grabbed both Mikasa and him and ran.

"Hey! Hannes! What the hell are you doing?!" Eren screamed at him as he was hauled over his shoulder. He could still see his mother trapped in the rubble and tried to reach out for her. "We can't leave her! Mother!"

"Eren! Mikasa!" He could see Carla reaching out for them, "You need to live on!"

Eren gasped when a titan landed on top of their house and dug through the rubble. He saw the titan pull his mother out of the rubble and screamed for her. "STOP!"

Carla slammed her fist on the hand that was holding her. The titan terrified her so much, but she still had to fight. She had to try and fight her way out of this beast's grip. But it was no use. The titan, with that wide, sadistic, permanent smile reached its other hand out towards her. To crush her. She didn't want to die! Please she didn't want to!

Unexpectedly, the titan's head exploded in a ball of blue light, causing Carla to scream and for Eren to gasp in confusion. What...what the hell was that?! Eren realized from the second ball of blue light that hit the titan in the chest that it was an attack. Someone, something, attacked the titan! Carla screamed as the titan body toppled over and hit the ground hard. The grip on the decaying, eroding, corpse loosened, allowing her to scramble out and crawl away.

"Hannes!" Eren yelled as he slammed his fist onto his head. Eren gasped when he noticed another abnormal titan running up to the house. Up to his mother! "HANNES TURN AROUND!"

"Kid, we can't-!" Hannes froze when he noticed the strange titan and quickly ran back to rubble.

"Ma'am, are you alright?!" a voice called out to her. Carla was about to respond, but froze when she realized what was speaking. She looked up to see a metal titan adorned in red and blue. It had no mouth to speak of, but those glowing blue eyes were scaring her to the point where she started screaming again and scrambling to get away. She tried to get up and walk, but she was sure the titan holding her really crushed her legs! She couldn't walk!

"Ma'am, I will not hurt you!" The titan spoke again, trying to reassure her.

"Get away from her!" Hannes yelled at the titan, still holding the two children.

Carla gasped and swatted her hand at them. "Hannes! Run! RUN!"

The titan quickly stood up and raised his foot high into the air.

"Oh shit!" Hannes yelled, preparing to be crushed at eaten, but the titan kicked a four meter class titan in the neck that almost killed them, punting it high into the air and over the wall. Outside of the walls!

"Huh?" Mikasa could only emit in fear.

"Fuck!" Eren bit Hannes' hand, forcing the Garrison to let him go and for him to roll on the ground. "MOM!" He scrambled to his feet and ran to his mother, ignoring her pleas to stay away. He tackled her into a hug and started crying in her arms.

"Eren, you need to go! Go now!" Carla begged her son.

"I swear to you I will not harm you!" the titan swore, causing Eren to stare up in shock. Titans...titans can speak? The titan was suddenly alerted to the sound of screams and saw another human in the grasp of a titan. It pulled out a gun, and Carla instinctively shielded her body on top of Eren's as the titan fired that blue light to kill the titan. The titan then noticed Hannes and seemed to look him up an down.

"Are you military?!" The titan demanded.

"Y-yes! I-!"

"Get the civilians out of here, now!" the titan ordered. Eren managed to catch the strange symbol of a face on his arm before he suddenly...shifted?...transformed?...into a strange carriage. He rode as fast as the wind into the ongoing chaos in Shinganshina.

"What?" Eren muttered wordlessly.

"Can you walk?!" Hannes asked Carla.

"I can't feel my legs!" Carla answered.

"Alright!" Hannes quickly set Mikasa down before carrying Carla bridal style, "We need to get you three to the boat! C'mon! Run!"

"What was that?!" Mikasa asked.

"I don't know, just run!" Hannes ordered.

Eren and Mikasa started running towards the gate to Wall Maria with Hannes following close behind.

Optimus continued driving his way throughout the walled town, taking out as many titans as possible. He wasn't sure how to seal the breach in the wall, but he knows that if another one is made through the gate, then there would be more consequences and lives lost.

That's when Optimus spotted it. An Armored Titan in a sprinting position, the trajectory towards that undamaged gate. As the titan began running, Optimus drove as fast as he could towards the gate. When he reached the gate, the Armored Titan had almost bulldozed his way through the gate, but Optimus rammed the titan into its side, causing the two of them to crash into multiple houses.

(I'll leave it here for now. I have 17 and 11, but everything else is free game. And don't forget to vote for the pilot poll.)

#attack on prime #transformers prime #tfp #snk #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #send me asks #ao3 #asks #eren jaeger #snk hannes #mikasa ackerman #tfp optimus #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime #carla jaeger #what if optimus appeared in the first episode of aot instead of episode 5 #maccadam #macadam #dialogue #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts

[tenderyellowbluefics]

Nightmares

This was a request!! I would’ve posted the original ask with this but I can’t find it anywhere. So sorry anon, but hope you like it!!

Summary: Your encounter with Vecna has left you traumatized and scarred. Riddled with nightmares, Eddie stays by your side every night.

Warnings: None really, curses I think? Just fluff!

Requests are open!

No specific pronouns are used!

It's been one month since the incident in the upside-down, and I don't think I've had one good night's rest since. Every night I wake up screaming in a cold sweat from a nightmare. And due to this, I don't think Eddie's gotten a solid night's rest either. Having to calm me down and bring me back to the real world every time. I feel bad, but at the same time, selfishly, I wouldn't want it any different. He's the only person who can make me feel safe. When his toned arms wrap tightly around me, and my face buries in his tousled hair. I feel as though no one could hurt me. There, at that moment, I'm safe.

"You alright?" Eddie questioned, breaking me from my thoughts.

I had barely touched the dinner that he so kindly made. The dinner was in fact a frozen dinner that I'm not a hundred percent sure was even real meat. But that wasn't the reason for my loss of appetite.

The sun was almost completely set, indicating nighttime was approaching. Meaning in a few short hours I'd be screaming bloody murder.

"Yep." I replied plainly, picking my fork up to poke at the meal and pretend I was interested.

"C'mon you know you can talk to me." He said, dragging his voice out on C'mon. Reaching a hand out to touch mine resting on the table.

"I'm just sick of having nightmares." I sighed, tossing my fork down.

He frowned in response to my frustration, letting out a sigh himself. Not sure what to say.

"I know what'll cheer you up," He grinned standing up from his seat. "That corny ass movie you made me rent yesterday." He laughed, making his way around the table to place his hands on my shoulders.

"Hey! The Karate Kid is not corny!" I protested. Turning my head around to pout at him.

"Yeah right," He chuckled, "Go get the movie ready and I'll pop some popcorn. Okay?" He stated, kissing the top of my head.

After I popped the movie into the VHS player I plopped down on the couch and waited. I could slightly see Eddie in the kitchen area humming to himself and playing air guitar while he waited for the popcorn. God, I love that dork.

"Alright, you ready?" He asked sitting down next to me and placing the popcorn in my lap.

I curled up onto his chest as the movie played. Felling the vibrations of his chest as he laughed mockingly at the film. Hitting his chest playfully when he would make fun of it.

Despite this though, the movie merely seemed to lull me to sleep. And I was snoring before I knew it.

So there I was again.

In the upside-down.

I see the same opening in the fog with Eddie on the other side, sitting alone and crying. I attempt to run but my legs feel as though I'm an infant who has only recently learned to walk. And no matter how far I run, the opening gets farther and farther away.

With a swift move, Vecna's vines attach to my legs and pull my feet from under me. As I'm being drug backward towards my doom I yell for Eddie. Praying maybe somehow he could hear me.

"Eddie! Eddie, please hear me! Eddie! Help me!"

"Y/n!"

Holy shit, can he hear me?

"Y/n! wake up!"

Oh shit.

"Y/n are you awake!" He asked, frantically pushing the hair from my face.

"Oh Eddie," I quietly whimpered, burying my face in his neck. Both relieved and disturbed it was only a dream.

"Shh, it's okay, it was just a dream." He reassured me, stroking my hair with the hand that wasn't wrapped around my waist.

I couldn't say anything back, I just sobbed into him while he held me tighter and tighter.

"That thing will never get to you ever again, you hear me? Never." He said pulling my face away from his neck to look at me.

"Okay, yeah." I sniffled.

As I started to catch my bearings I realized we were no longer in the living room but instead occupied the space of Eddie's bedroom.

"How'd we get in here?" I questioned, looking back at him while wiping my tear-soaked cheeks.

"I carried you in here, didn't think you'd wanna spend the night on the couch." He laughed. And I stared in amusement at him.

I sighed before leaing back into him while wrapping my arm around his neck and gently pulled back on him as I laid down. Settling in as I laid on his chest.

"I love you Eddie" I said quitley.

"I love you too sweetheart." He replied, running one hand up and down my side while the other played with my hair. "Go to sleep, I'll be right here."

I quickly fell asleep, but to my surprise I didn't have anymore nightmares. No upside down, no Vecna, just me and Eddie.

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Hyrule is sick and Leg is soft.

821 words

Warnings- delirium, nonconsensual drugging (done with good intentions and it's mentioned once just thought I'd give a warning)

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2- hyrule- delirium, they dont care about you 

It had started slow. 

A slight headache. His stomach unsettled. A little bit of lightheadedness. Then he’s dizzy. Shaking. Sweating, still shaking, he’s staggering- staggering- hands desperately grasping Legend’s tunic as he fights to stay upright-

“Woah- woah, easy- Hyrule? Hey, what’s going on?” 

He’s… on the ground. He fell. 

Wars is kneeling next to him, hand on his forehead. 

“Rulie. Hey, Rule. Eyes on me, yeah? Good… shh, you need to tell me what’s going on, Traveler.” Wars says, one hand on his shoulder. 

His heart pounds. Breathing stuttering. 

No… no no no he’s weak and vulnerable and someone is going to hurt him, he can’t- no, no no no- 

“He’s burning up, someone get some water cooled…” Someone says above him. 

No… no no no-

“Shh… hey, Rulie, it’s alright…” 

“Don’t hurt me.” He begs weakly, trying to force uncooperative muscles to move, to stand, to run- 

“No one’s going to hurt you, Traveler-” 

But the eyes of Ganon are everywhere, and he cannot trust anyone. 

They don’t care about you. They’ll use you to get what they want- you trusted them like an idiot.

His face screws up, eyes burning. Voices talk above him, way above him, but he can’t hear them. Just pleads weakly, he doesn’t want to be hurt, he’s sorry, don’t do this please don’t do this- 

There’s a small prick in his arm. 

He howls, someone grabbing him when he thrashes and fights and claws at whoever and tries to escape no no no Ganon can’t- not because of him- 

The prick grows to a dull ache, and he’s screaming and crying and fighting weakly, uselessly against the arms holding him until he’s too exhausted to fight anymore and drifts away, desperate pleas still on his lips. 

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The traveler falls still, the sedative finally taking effect. 

Wars steps back with a slow sigh, hand lingering over Rulie’s hair. 

Legend kneels at the teen’s other side, face stony. 

There’s a tense silence over camp as Wars tests the water, dips a rag in it, wringing it out and puting it carefully on the traveler’s forehead. 

“What else can we do?” Wild asks, hovering nervously. 

A sigh. “Nothing, really. Someone should watch him, make sure… nothing happens. When he wakes up… hopefully he’ll be more coherent.” 

“I’ll watch him.” Legend says. 

Leaving absolutely no room for debate. 

No one argues. 

“How long does that sedative work?” Twi asks the captain, setting up the traveler’s bedroll. 

“It’s just a moderate sedative. We’d probably be able to wake him up now if we wanted. I just… needed him to calm down.” 

A small nod. Twi moves to the traveler, Legend helping getting him off the ground and into the much more comfortable bedroll. 

Moves the blanket so it’s not over him, cautious of the fever.

“He’ll be alright, Vet.” Twi says quietly. 

Legend says nothing. 

“He’s tough.”

“I know.” Legend bites. 

Twi backs off. 

It’s a quiet night- they’re all worried and restless, no one wanting to wake the sleeping teen. 

So no one’s surprised when they start turning in early. 

He watches Legend slowly rub Hyrule’s back as the traveler shifts, expression pinching, hand weakly grabbing for Leg’s hand. 

Legend makes a soft shushing noise, taking Rulie’s hand gently. 

He can’t help but to smile, looking away. Despite all the snark and sarcasm, the Vet really is a softy at heart. 

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He wakes up slowly, soft hands brushing through his hair. 

Quiet humming, soft in the quiet night. 

He shifts, the hands pausing. 

“D’n… stop.” He manages, and hears a small laugh. “Feels… good.” 

The hands continue. 

Soft. Gentle. Loving. 

Not… painful. Hurting. 

His eyes flutter open, meeting Legend’s violet eyes. 

“Hey, traveler. How you feeling?” 

“Crummy…” 

Leg’s hand slips to his forehead, and he closes his eyes again. 

“You’ve got a fever. How long have you felt bad, Rule?” 

“Mm… most… today.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything? We could’ve stopped before you, you know, fainted.” 

“Didn’t… faint.” 

“Did.” 

“Didn’t.” 

“Did.” 

His lips make a small smile, shaking his head. 

Legend lets him avoid the question, asking if he wants something to eat or drink. 

“J’st… water?” 

“Yeah, of course… here, sit up. Here you go.” 

He peels his eyes open, sinking into Leg’s side and accepting the water. Takes a shaky sip. 

Leg’s arm wraps around him, slowly rubbing his back. 

He smiles. “You’re a softy.” He mumbles, eyes drooping. 

“I am not.” Legend says, cheeks flushing. “I just- you’re sick! That’s all!” 

“You care ‘bout us.” He says softly, and Leg pauses. 

Sighs. 

Brushes a hand through his hair, pulling him closer. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. But don’t tell the captain.” 

He laughs. Legend relaxes. 

“I won’t. Softy.” 

“Oh, go to sleep.” Legend huffs, and he laughs again. 

But rests his head on Legend’s shoulder, closing his eyes again as the Vet wraps a blanket around him.

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