#Mia Kia

[swifty-fox]

Closeup of Buckys custom helmet featuring WWII Memorial stamp, his jersey number, a B-17, an air force wwii propaganda poster and then bomber shark teeth

[sirmanmister]

You guys know how the BoS radio signal in Cambridge starts with “to any unit in transmission range” right?

I just realized that they weren’t just yelling into the void hoping for the best, they were trying to contact PALADIN BRANDIS AND RECON SQUAD ARTEMIS in a last ditch effort :(

[rmorde]

With this recent talk about Soul Resonance and Todo's return... I both feel excitement and dread for Nobara.

I don't want my hope for her to return be some cursed monkey paw wish!!!

[the-starry-seas]

thinking about graffiti and rence again, and realising i have a fair number of clone OCs who defected from the GAR after being left for dead

[megurulvr]

Seeing my moots make their selfship post and I absolutely adore them and you can’t tell me they ain’t with their fav like all those self ships are real

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Literally any game: has four bosses

Me: so anyways, au with the Incidents--

[futurefind]

//thinking abt the very broad worldbuilding/charas i made for the vague goal of giving a 'canon' story to stick sa into ft spellblades as a general thing (even if sa's weird op vers bc ofc lol) and a phenomenon where "notably/"unnaturally" colored hair is "a sign of connections to the mystic arts, whether someone or their ancestor having been a practitioner—or a victim of it"" (compare sa's midnight blue hair not too far off from natural ink blacks vs dueteragonists stark powder blue) and thus earning more sideyes

but also all i can think of is the poor poor technical antagonist prince mikaelus alexander barrow(? idr his full name i just kno hes a mikaelus barrow for sure) lmfao bc:

big bro crown prince lucianus executed For Crimes in exchange for neighboring country Not going to war w them

hes a sunset gradient red- and orange-haired which made him go from golden boy (during 'golden' era/years) to epitome of the peoples growing desire to throw rocks at the fam

his mom mia w suspicion of Doing much a blood magic (not at all helping the Bloody Barrows accusations lmao)

bastard dad ruling king Even More mia w growing unrest despite being responsible for like All of It including molding luc into the violent bastard that got him executed

and? to make it even worse? his dad named him/his current wifes kid after his first wife (luc's mom)

i have no idea what id do w him/it at all esp w how esp wrt rp sa Banks on being a lone wolf 'pre plot' ready to Insert into xyz canons/settings/plot but also. rip mika. ur yet unnamed country and ur sliding scale of disaster fam could be v useful wrt bg plotting or what have you in certain settings / rps tho

[sgt-tombstone]

Simon Riley has never understood why military personnel get married so quickly

Logically, he understands; most soldiers move often and want their partners to be able to move with them, and getting married means living off base, which has benefits all of its own. But he’s never wanted or needed any of that. Johnny goes where he goes because they’re a team, and they both have everything they need on base. They’re perfectly happy right where they are, no rings or vows needed.

And then Johnny goes MIA, presumed KIA.

After the initial shock, the anxiety, the helplessness, the overwhelming urge to do something, anything, to get his Johnny back… There’s the Board of Inquiry, where the entire 141 essentially testifies about what happened leading up to Sergeant MacTavish’s disappearance, and he’s declared officially KIA.

His belongings have to be returned to his next of kin which… isn’t Simon. Because they were never married. Instead, he has to pick through his room, collecting the pieces of Johnny that he’d stockpiled over the years; his sketchbooks, his headphones, his extra identification tag. He boxes them up and gives them to Price to be shipped to Scotland, to Johnny’s real next of kin, and he aches with regret.

Because he suddenly understands.

Marriage wouldn’t have saved Johnny; nothing could’ve. But it could’ve kept Johnny close, could’ve preserved some of Johnny’s memory. Instead, his room is cleared and cleaned and filled with the next soldier, and Simon is left with nothing to remember the love of his life by.

He had never even bought a ring.

[eltristan]

Fact: equipment loss numbers are easier verify than KIA/wounded numbers.

Only the Ruzzians could know how many of their own Putin has killed by attempting to conquer Ukraine, but they're probably in denial (hell, the US still hasn't admitted how many soldiers were killed in Vietnam -- and we continue to pad the MIA/POW rolls which just mean "body not recovered/person who could've verified death also dead") ...

Equipment is easier to verify -- it rarely disappears into red mist and almost always leaves some kind of metal skeleton that can be photographed.

That's where it's worth checking in to see how much carnage has accumulated in 365 calendar days -- and bearing in mind that initially Oryx lagged by about a week but it's real numbers.

Compare to all US equipment losses in all the wars on terror and Iraq since 9/11 2001 or -- it's really beyond comparison.

So, it appears Vladimir rasPutin forgot to ask his Delphic seer an important question before 02/22/2022 at 22:22:22 Moscow time regarding launching at the auspicious astrological alignment the holy crusade that will devestate and destroy the Nazis, "Are we the baddies?"

Anyway, queueing this up, it's August 2022 right now but let's see where we're at at the 1-year 2023 mark, if the Ruzzians haven't tried to nuke everything by then. I'm predicting Ukraine will still be kicking butt but war's a slog:

Thinking that once the Ruzzians finish repairing the Kerch bridge, Ukraine will hit it for good this time.

Ukraine will make good progress towards Crimea and Mariupol but strategy will be not to rush in to hold territory. Focus will instead be the same as during the initial (textbook) defense-in-depth, to force Ruzzians to assault meat grinder kill zones. Ukraine won't give up their defense advantage, instead "defending forward" as they receive increasing resources, equipment and training while attriting larger numbers of Ruzzians as Putler gets desperate and throws more and more conscripts.

I expect it'll be interesting to watch.

[mearchy]

apparently the US government posts their military reporting guidelines for eMILPO on the public internet. which, although it’s a LOT of dense paperwork to slog through, is EXTREMELY USEFUL for neurotic writers like me who want to use administrative military jargon accurately

[callofdudes]

Best idea

Y/n had to go MIA/KIA to keep the 141 safe, once Simon founds out angry cause he mourned for his best friend only to find out their alive and in hiding, demanded platonic cuddles as their “punishment”

Ok, I'm gonna get the brain juices running for this one. Another one based off a story my bestie @itsscromp and I did. But I changed it up. Hope you enjoy, it's longer than I anticipated it being.

Also, I should have fully expected the repercussions of letting you guys vote Egg as a callsign... but I'ma still use it.

Where did you go??

Summary: They thought you were gone, dead. Turns out you were under their noses and a call away the whole time.

Cw: Angst. Nothing much else.

Your mission had gone... Well for lack of a better word it went to shit. Whole thing blew up. An ambush, a bomb, it would be a long road to explain what all in all happened but it did, and now you were paying for it. It had gotten so bad they couldn't pull you from the junction you were stuck in.

You were supposed to be infiltrating an old base which had become home to a drug ring. But no one happened to mention the mines you'd step on and fuck up your leg with. Or the live wire that alerted the whole base after said mine went off.

So now this entire base was up in arms, you have a broken leg and probably other damage. You were lucky your leg hadn't been blown off.

And to be quite frank, these men were extremely dangerous which meant your fuck up was astronomical. The second they found you you were probably going to die.

So you commed into Price, telling him your situation.

"Alright Egg, I'm going to go in on foot and bring you back to the helicopter just hang tight soldier."

"Yes sir." You lay down, catching your breath and willing yourself not to look at your leg because if it felt bad it probably looked bad too.

Not twenty minutes later Price was approaching your form, bending down to check on you. "You broken??"

"Yeah I'm pretty sure... I don't want to look though."

Price nodded, tucking his gun away and grabbed your arms. "Alright, up we go," he hauled you up into his arms, hefting you over his shoulder and going back the way he came. Just... A little quicker this time since things were looking good for the oppositions infantry.

Price brought you back to the helicopter where you were bandaged up. The mission could have been better planned so they didn't end up sending another team out.

Price had the team drop you off near some loading stations far off the location of the base.

"What... Are we doing here??"

Price got out of the helicopter and checked your leg before pulling you out with him. "I can't bring you back to base. It's a security risk if I do..."

You frowned. "What do you mean?? Where am I going then??"

"There's a secure underground safehouse that will keep you hidden. It's got the provisions you need and the people you need. They'll keep quiet and keep you safe. For now, for however long, I need you to lay low."

You opened your mouth to protest but then shut it again. "I understand. Will I get to see the others..?"

"No, you are not to contact them in any way at all. Until I contact you, you are to remain on the downlow."

Your head falls slightly, but you nod. "Alright, I can do that."

Price nodded and patted your shoulder. He picked you up and helped you into the truck waiting for you. "They'll take care of you. I'll contact you as soon as it's safe. If I do not contact you do not contact us. Got it?"

You nod once again, taking the instructions to heart. You wouldn't be able to contact Ghost, Soap or Gaz. You wouldn't be able to contact anyone. But you knew this was for the best.

So with a last goodbye Price closed the door to the truck and the soldier in the driver's seat drove down the empty road out of the landing space.

"How long will we be gone??"

"Until we get the word from Captain Price. Don't worry. It'll be kept under wraps..."

...

Price returned to the base, taking a deep breath and having had time to figure everything out. He immediately called the others into a meeting.

Considering you and Price weren't supposed to be back for the rest of the day, or even two days or more the meeting was seen as urgent.

Ghost was there first, the sergeants following his trail as they came into the office. "Price... What are you doing back?" Ghost asked sternly, hands clasped tightly as if ready for action at a moments notice.

"Relax... There won't be any fighting. I need you all to sit."

Soap threw Gaz a concerned look as they sat. "Where is y/n, are they still out there??"

Price straightened his posture. He didn't exactly want to lie to his own men, but he'd done worse and he knew this was completely for the best.

"The mission didn't go well as soon as we went in."

Ghost frowned. "Didn't go well?? These drug traders could be connected to Shepherd's on power, how did it wrong??"

"Ghost, relax." Price replied firmly. "I realize that we didn't think this over as well as we should have... Their base was much more protected than we originally thought so Egg went in blind."

"So what happened? Did you pull them??" Ghost was growing more agitated the longer they sat there.

"They commed in about an exploded mine and... We couldn't find them."

The room grew quiet. Soap and Gaz shared concerned looks as Gaz spoke up. "Did you do a full search? We're they hidden in the dirt or something and you missed??"

Price shook his head. "Too risky to go on foot and search. We didn't know how many more mines were out there." Only a small white lie, but a lie nonetheless.

Ghost squared in his chair. "Then we need to go find them. What are we sitting here for just waiting-!"

"Ghost, if they are safe they'll comm in. For now I can't risk sending men in there with the base on high alert and their supposed boss on speed dial. So for now we sit down and we wait to see if Egg comes back with anything."

Ghost was boiling up underneath. Feelings of rage that Price couldn't have waiting a little longer. Worry because they left you out there probably still alive... And fear. Because what if you weren't alive.

"I won't make any calls on it now, but this is where we are at so remain patient. I'm doing what I can to sort this out." Price had to rewire this plan to keep all of his men safe. All of his soldiers, including you.

"Dismissed."

The air was tense when everyone left. The idea you were out there alone, still alive and possibly if not injured and with no help. It scared them all.

Gaz was the first to try and get in contact with you. But any of his efforts were proving ineffective.

Soap just had to wait it out. To hope they could find you or you could find them in time.

Ghost... Ghost didn't know what to think. He knew you were capable. He knew if you were alive then you'd comm in. Once you were safe he knew you would make contact. You could protect yourself... He had to believe you would be ok.

That mentality lasted right up until a week later when Price called everyone back in to pronounce you MIA. Stamped on a card to your file and just like that, they truly had zero traces of you.

They were devastated. A week and no turn of anything from you. This is when Simon started to call your phone. Leaving you text messages.

He couldn't sleep because all his thoughts and dreams were of you. Hoping you were ok and alive. That hope was dying, waking up in cold sweats on nights he could close his eyes for even a moment.

Clutching his beating heart while his body rattled with panic, phone pressed to his ear only to hear your voice over the same simple voice mail as ever.

He couldn't be without you. You were a crucial part of his life. Of his mission. He couldn't just abandon that connection. You had to be alive.

Price cut communication with the safe house you were being taken care of. Unless it was an emergency Price knew not of your condition, only that you were safe. He too was worried, bouncing around through meetings and talking with Laswell and this and that and the other thing.

Trying to figure out what to do now that they needed a new plan and how long they could wait to re-infiltrate.

Simon had started leaving you voicemails, not knowing if he'd ever hear your voice again.

"Hey, this is Y/n, I'm currently busy but please try to leave a message so I can get back to you!"

Simon laid awake, staring up at the ceiling as he held the phone to his ear.

"Y/n.... If you can hear me you gotta respond. Please, I don't know if you'll ever hear these again but if you're somewhere out there I know you're alive. Anything, please, I..." He closed his eyes, thinking back to the last time he saw you. Taking off in that helicopter, a pat on the shoulder and a good luck...

"I miss you. And I'm not giving up on you. I'm not." He wouldn't cry... He wouldn't cry. He would not cry.

"I'm going to come find you. I know somewhere you're still alive. Even if their torturing you I promise I won't leave you out there to die you hear me."

Tears rolled down his cheeks and he covered his eyes, curling up on his bed. "I know you hear me...." He choked out. "I know you can hear me...." He stares at the phone. "Please Y/n.... Please, anything..."

He stared at the phone, waiting like you would magically pick up and reassure him even for a second that you were ok and alive and even if you weren't thriving you were still breathing.

But no...

The voicemail lasted for over an hour. Simon laid there, staring at him phone, unable to bring himself to hang up again.

His thumb hovered over the phone. He wanted to say one last thing... He opened his mouth, but he hesitated. His eyes downcast and one last tear rolled down his cheek as he ended the call once again. Only to face another restless night of no sleep.

By the eighth month mark you were pronounced KIA.

Simon had pretty much known by that point. He'd lost his best friend but he had been in denial until Price told them. They couldn't find a trace of you. No body, no tags, no clothes, no weapon. You had simply... Vanished.

Simon continues to mourn all while you were still being held up in that underground safehouse. Sitting on the small rickety bed, watching the higher ranked soldiers also staying watch at the safehouse talk in the other room.

It was beyond difficult. No contact with outside, you ate, slept, the others tended to your leg and occasionally sparred with you to help you back on your feet.

You missed your team. Your friends. Your family.

You listened to every single voicemail Simon sent. You couldn't reply. Couldn't text him back or even pick up the phone for a second to let him know you were ok.

You remained radio silent.

Even as you'd lay awake at night with your phone replaying the voicemail, listening to the recorded lapse of Simon's breathing while he stared at the phone with an empty, sorrowful expression from the other side.

You missed him so much. You wanted to see them again. But you couldn't. Not yet. Would you ever get to see them again?? They couldn't leave you down here forever.

There was a brief knock on your door as one of the sergeants nodded to you. "Food is ready, new supply just came in."

You nod, pausing the voicemail. "Thanks... I'll be out in a minute."

You sighed, turning off your phone and tucking it away, praying that you'd see them soon.

...

Simon had lost you. Didn't even get a chance to protect you. It had gotten to the point where his lack of sleep would lead to seeing figures of you disappear down hallways. In a spark of hope and joy he'd rush to find you only to find nothing...

On the off days he'd run into a recruit or a sergeant wandering the halls. As soon as they would turn around though... The illusion would shatter.

His own mind was killing him from the inside. Sending you hundred and hundreds of text messages. Every morning and night, rants about his day and what he was feeling. If he was going to pour everything out like you'd ever see it he did it now.

Knowing you'd never pick that phone up again, knowing you'd never look him in the eyes again. Knowing he'd never hear your voice or feel your touch or know your comfort ever again.

This drove him further and further into the spiral. Price had never seen Simon beat up the punching bag so much he bled all over it. He'd never seen Simon get snappy and angry I'm split decisions like he did.

He'd never seen Simon grow so desperate and over protective of Johnny and Kyle. Because Simon's new fear was he'd lose them just like he lost you...

This went on for the next three months after that. Nearly a year since you'd died and they were back out on that minefield. A proper plan, a new way in, a new goal.

Simon was desperate to tear that base apart and even find a trace of your body. Even just a piece of your clothing or your signature engraved gun hanging in their armory somewhere.

But in the end he was left with no more questions answered than when he first entered that meeting room eleven months ago.

Simon had followed the trail to the last thread. The main office of that base. Pulling open every drawer and every cabinet.

"Lt stop you're making a mess-!"

"There's got to be a file or something here! There fucking has to be!"

"Ghost stop we found the information we needed. We have the shipments contained the base is clear what could you be looking for??" Gaz asked, trying to understand what had gotten Ghost in such a frenzy.

"A kill list or an interrogation chart. Anything."

"For what Simon!?"

"For Y/n!!" Simon snapped at them both. Breathing heavy as he finishes emptying every drawer in that office.

Price stood silently in the doorway. Enough time had passed. He wouldn't put them through this anymore.

"Come on lads... I think it's time I show you something."

Their attention turned on to him. Simon was almost vibrating with rage and anxiety. He just wanted any knowledge of what happened. He knew you were dead but his soul was restless without knowing. He needed to know...

They left, Price piled them in the helicopter and the ride back was silent. Simon stared at his hands the whole time. Soap fidgeted, knee bouncing and chewing his lip anxiously.

Gaz picked at the loose strap of his gun, also attempting to distract himself from the elephant in the room.

When the helicopter landed they weren't on base. They landed on the small helipad you had been brought to some some before. Price got out, motioning the other three to follow.

"Where are we Price??" Soap looked around, not recognizing the place.

"You'll know soon enough." Price brought them to a truck, talking with the officer in charge of the station before climbing in the driver's seat.

The sergeants got comfy in the back and Simon slipped into the passenger seat. His eyes remained fixed on the passenger window, watching the open land pass by and the fields of undisturbed flowers and wildlife.

What if he had found you here? May you would have liked that better. Surrounded by the flowers and the soft blowing breeze instead of wherever your body lay, ashes or not.

He turned away, fixing his eyes to the dashboard to try and distract himself.

The ride was quiet once again. Lasting about an hour and a half before Price stopped, parking the vehicle outside a small outpost of sorts. It wasn't build very high off the ground and was concealed by trees and wildlife.

"A safehouse. Why cannae we jus' go home??" Soap asked as he jumped out of the vehicle with the others.

"I'd prefer we made a stop here." Price said, leading them to the entrance where surpisingly a soldier was there to bring them in.

"Occupied? Now there's something new." Gaz whispered to Soap.

Simon didn't understand why they were even making this stupid trip. He wanted to go back to base. He wanted to hide once again like he always did.

"Captain Price, welcome back." The soldier shook Price's hand and walked them further inside.

"Sergeant! Their here for you!" The soldier called out, walking to one of the small rooms where you were. Where you spent most of your time.

You looked up. Who was here for you?? Your eyes widened. Them, your team! It had to be them they were back!

You pushed off your bed, leaning into your good leg and moved faster than you had in almost a year. Turning the corner and there they were. Price, Simon, Johnny, Kyle. All of them.

But.... This wasn't the hopeful reunion you'd pictured in your head over and over again. No one moved. The thought of Simon rushing the hug you didn't come true as he didn't move.

Price walked over, embracing you. "Good to see you again sergeant." You hugged him tightly, so good to be held by him, embraced by Price again. You'd missed him so much.

Johnny was the second one to snap out of it, running over and wrapping his arms around you tightly. "What the hell is wrong with you doing this! You had us all sick and worried and heartbroken!!"

"It wasn't my plan... I'm sorry." You hugged Johnny back. "I'm so sorry Soap, I'm so sorry." Johnny couldn't stop his tears, not wanting to let go in fear you'd slip away again.

Gaz followed, hugging you tighter than you'd ever felt him do before. You'd never seen Gaz openly cry but he was balling, sobbing as he hugged you tightly.

"We thought you were dead, captain told us you were dead!"

"I had to do it to protect them... To protect all of us." Price knew this would probably take a bit for them all to come to terms and forgive him for, but it had to be done.

When the others were done cooing and coddling over you, there was just Simon left.

He felt alone. He felt cold and separated. He felt like he wasn't a part of the same bubble as the others... He watched them embrace and kiss and love on you... You. It was you.

You turned to him, but Simon didn't move. He didn't know if he could. He felt so consumed by his darkness and his grief it didn't allow him to step into the light.

He'd consumed himself so much if he touched you he felt he might burn. That you fall like sand from his fingertips and the illusion would shatter...

"Simon...." You whisper, stepping toward him, causing Simon to step back.

You could see the fear in his eyes. The lack of trust, the amount of hurt, the pain he must have went through to have one of his lifelines ripped away and then thrust back into his life suddenly like it was fine.

"I'm... I'm sorry Simon I didn't mean to hurt you. I listened to every voicemail you sent. I knew every text that went through. But I...."

"You could have told me you were fine! You could have told me you were ok!! Bullshit that you couldn't!! Bullshit!!" Simon thundered.

You remained silent. Simon glared at Price. This was his fault. You'd been taken away without warning. He could have kept it a secret he could have carried that knowledge and not been out through a years worth of fire from hell!

Simon threw his gun to the ground, not even carrying as he left again.

"Lieutenant! Simon!" Price called after him as Simon left the safehouse.

You placed your hand on Price's chest. "Don't... It's ok. Let me help him."

Price looked down. But he nodded.

You left the safehouse, finding Simon around the corner huddled up, shaky hands trying to light a cigarette to get his nerves to calm down and his mind to clear up.

"You hid from me." He cursed, acting like he was seconds from spitting your name into the dirt and squashing it. But you knew. You knew inside he was hurting more than anyone else on the team.

You knelt beside him, gently taking the lighter from his hands. "I never meant to hurt you. If I didn't have strict orders from Price I would have contact you right away."

"Why couldn't he have at least told us you were ok. That you were alive."

"I... I don't know Simon, you'll have to ask Price about that one. But I promise I never meant to hurt you. I listened to every voicemail, I didn't give up. I can see the pain it caused you."

You moved closer, slipping into his arms and hugging him tightly. The second you wrapped your arms around him. He felt your weight, your warmth, your heart pounding in your chest against his own.

Simon finally looked at you, tears spilling down his cheeks. He was shattered. So hurt from losing you.

"You fuckin' abandoned me!!"

"I didn't abandon you Simon. You know I would have picked up and came running back even if my leg was missing."

He knew it was true. But he was so... So angry and torn and upset. He wanted to scream and fight and he felt so small and helpless.

The real you.

Not some illusion passing corners or drifting through his peripherals. The you he could touch and hold and protect.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, never letting go of you even once. He didn't stop those tears as he pulled you impossibly closer.

"I'm here Simon. I'm not leaving again ok? I'm right here."

He remained silent, crying as he held onto you. Hiding his face in the crook of your neck. It felt like hours passed. It felt like time slowed. What felt like two hours was twenty minutes when he finally pulled away enough to look at your face.

To see the light in your glimmering eyes, to see every feature of your face that made you, you.

His sergeant. His teammate. His family.

You smiled softly, gently pulling up his mask off his head to cup his cheeks, rubbing your thumb gently over the dimple in his cheek you've seen when he shows you his smile.

"Smudged your paint a little bit," You whisper. "Let's get that fixed." You gently brush your finger over his face, feeling him start to relax at that familiar and missed touch as you fix the paint around his eyes.

"There we go. How can I help Simon. What will help make this better?"

Simon tried to flick away the rest of his tears, huffing softly. "Cuddles. And you are not allowed to say no after what you put me through. This is your punishment for making me go through that shit!"

You chuckle. "Oh, cuddles with Simon, scary. I'll pay the fine, I'll do all the punishment time of cuddles you request. Sound good?"

Simon nods his head.

"Ok, well how about we go inside now? I could use some cuddles too."

You were about to get up when Simon hugged you again. "I'm glad you're ok..."

You smiled softly, kissing the top of his head. "I am too Simon." You help his mask back on and the two of you head inside.

Simon would let out his feelings to Price sometime later when his head felt less foggy. For now, he was content to crash on the rickety old safehouse bed and koala cling to you till kingdom come.

Nuzzling up and holding you tightly, not letting you go for even a itty bitty millisecond.

And you were fine with that. You were glad you could be back with your family. Simon was glad to welcome you back. You'd be serving a lot of cuddle prison time. A strenuous task, but one all too rewarding.

Running your hand down the back of his head, scratching his back to help him relax and set himself at ease.

All he needed was to koala crush your soul into his soul, and then he'd be ok. Slowly, his eyes started to close after the exhaustion of the mission, but he fought to keep them open.

"I'll be right here when you wake up. I promise, I won't be going anywhere." You whisper to him.

"You promise?"

"I double swear it. I won't leave. I'll be right here."

He snuggled you impossibly closer and let his eyes close. He let his mind rest. His heart soak in you and heal. Slowly you could help mend what has fallen apart.

And cuddles were never a bad place to start...

[strwberri-milk]

the moment he realises you love him, despite everything (/ everyone) advising you against it? with childe, kaeya, alhaitham, and dainsleif if you can?? hope you're having a wonderful day<33

Childe wasn't expecting for you to want more than just something casual with him. The two of you were friends and that's all he thought he was willing to offer until you confessed your feelings for him and he decided to take a risk and say yes.

You made him happier than he thought someone could, knowing that he didn't exactly have a normal life but you never minded and loved him in spite of it. He knows that your friends are concerned for you, telling you that maybe you should find someone else to be with that won't be risking his life every time he goes outside and honestly, a part of him agrees. He loves you enough to know that he'd hate to see you sad because he was mia/kia but a more selfish part of him wants you to stay.

He overhears you telling them that none of that matters to you one day. You asked him to come meet you after you were hanging out with your friends and he happened to arrive a little early, handing off to the side as you tell them none of that matters to you and that you know he'd never do anything to hurt you on purpose. Your friends seem a little skeptical but you simply roll your eyes, looking for him and grinning when you see him standing there.

You ask him why he's holding you tightly, no malice in your voice and are promptly kept quiet with the press of his lips against yours. He doesn't say much before the two of you walk off, quietly replaying your interaction with your friends in his head and thanking you for loving him.

Kaeya knows that there are lots of rumors about him that fly around and he never lets them bother him because he knows that most of the time they aren't true. Some things are exaggerated from fact but ultimately, it's not the end of the world to him what people seem to think of him.

The only time it matters to him is when he's thinking about what you think of him. You've told him time and time again that you love him and that nothing anybody says could ever change your mind but he can't help but hesitate every once in a while. He wonders if there really is nothing he could do to change your mind but he doesn't want to test that either.

One day he asks you point blank if you really want to stay with him. He started hearing a lot more today for some reason and some of the comments were beginning to crawl under his skin. You reassure him again that there's nothing he could do that would change your mind, holding his face and kissing his forehead. You can't help but laugh a little at the fact that he looks like a kicked puppy, crawling into his lap to continue to give him some more reassurances.

It takes a while but when you're cuddled up in bed with his head on your chest you know that you've quelled his anxieties for now. Kaeya's favourite place to be is always in your arms, holding you tightly as he allows his walls to all come down so he can bathe in the warmth of your love.

Al Haitham doesn't ever mind what people say about him. He knows opinions are just opinions and they're not always based in fact so whatever people say about him is simply not important. You know he's also very secure in his self image so you've never felt the need to reassure him or worry about him being insecure.

Sometimes, you tell him what people are saying about him. Even though he doesn't care he can't help but be curious on occasion. He knows that objectively, being told that he probably doesn't care much for his partner and is only focused on his research.

You tell him you know that it's not true and he nods absently, running the words over and trying to think if there really is something that he should be doing something about it. When he looks up and sees you've left he tries to find you, seeing that you've simply gone to do whatever you normally would with your evening at home with him.

He's surprised you've managed to read his mind, feeling you put your hand on his chest and reminding him again that you know it's not true. You know he loves you and you love him, even if he doesn't like to say it much. You begin to add on all of the things that he's done for you to confirm his affections for you, Al Haitham giving you a soft smile as he realises he does show a side of himself that only you're allowed to see.

Dainsleif thought it was unfair of you to be constantly waiting for him to come visit you for just a few days before disappearing again, knowing that his lurking around the city at night lends him the ability to hear rumors that he normally wouldn't be able to hear.

He also knows that your friends hate him, some doubtful he even exists and the others telling you you deserve to be with someone who actually seems to want to be around you. Sometimes he tries to broach the subject himself, finding himself at the receiving end of you rolling your eyes and telling him that none of the bothers you. You knew what you were in for and you're not going to get mad at him for doing exactly what he warned you he would be doing.

One day he slips into your house unnoticed. He knows that you should be asleep and he doesn't want to wake you up by accident. Upon slipping into your room he sees a bundle of papers, recognising the one on top as the most recent letter he's written to you.

He realises that the entire stack is just all the letters he's written to you, smiling to himself as he sees just how carefully you've preserved all of his letters. He hears you shifting around on your bed, turning to face him as you call out his name as a question, responding to you in a voice just as soft as he gives you a hug and kiss to greet you.

[machveil]

https://www.tumblr.com/notsomellowarchiveofchaos/763543186075467776/sweetheartunhingedghost-anyone-twkidnapping?source=share

Ummm 👀👀

I SAW THIS WHEN IT WAS POSTED mhm, mhm, mhm - that’s the good stuff

I don’t condone this behavior - it’s just an interesting scenario. I’m just building off the original post, definitely recommend reading that and coming back CW: glossed over kidnapping, manipulation, well-meaning actions turned obsessive, big fat dose of angst

Simon lacked control growing up - his father was a constant threat. joining the military and becoming a Lieutenant gave him the control he sought, he didn’t think it’d carry into anything else. sure, his home was something he could control, the condition of his car, his body, how people saw him, those were within his grasp too

but never you, and he was okay with that. you’re your own person, an adult that doesn’t need him to be controlling - you have control over your life. I think he’s proud of that, maybe something he can subconsciously bond over. but something outside of your control— outside of his control that takes you away? he’s devastated

I’d imagine you’ve been captured, presumed MIA/KIA - maybe the 141 found a recognizable piece of your gear. I’m leaning towards KIA for the angst of it because when you come back? Simon’s shattered over your appearance, battered and bruised, but still alive. his concern starts normally, keeping an eye on you as you recover, making sure you don’t have to lift a finger

but it starts to develop - and Simon is aware it’s becoming a problem. he wants you to start sharing your location constantly, if he knows where you are he can stop something from happening. he wants you to call him when you get somewhere and leave, he’ll know you can speak, can tell him you’re okay. he wants you to start bringing him with you— but he doesn’t say that yet. he knows that’s going a bit too far, you’re still your own person… but he needs to know you’re okay

it eats at him, the feeling that you could be taken away again. he’s had a lot taken away from himself, his early life, his family. he wants you to be able to go out and do things - he’s happy you feel safe enough to after what happened, but his head is messing with him. and it clicks, the dread of it making his shoulders tense a little, he can’t control your safety

for as big and strong as he is, as feared and respected, the world doesn’t care. there are people that don’t know Simon, that don’t care who he is, that could see you and make you disappear again. that haunts him for weeks. any time you’re within his view he’s moving next to you, behind you, anywhere he deems he needs to be. it’s for them. those three words run through his head when you look up at him, smile at him, cheek still a little bruised

it’s for them. that’s what he tells himself when he wraps an arm securely around your shoulders. it’s for them. looming figure shielding you from what he can. it’s for them. following next to you when you move, brown, nearly black eyes staring as his chest tightens. it’s for him

he’s sitting up at night, eyes staring dead forward at his wall. his phone, clutched in his calloused hand, illuminates his face. you’re home. you’re safe. but are you? what if someone is there? what if you can’t reach your phone? what if your phones dead? what if you’re—

tired eyes drifting down to his screen, his thumb grazes the screen as it dims, snapping it back to full brightness. your location is at home, where you should be asleep, should be safe. but all Simon can do is run through scenarios where you aren’t, scenarios he has no control over

maybe that’s why he asks you to move in with him. he doesn’t care - if you have a roommate, if you have a lease, if you feel safe. if you’re with him he can control your surroundings at home. he’ll know when you come and go, that everything is locked at night, that he can protect you. he’s not— he’s not controlling you, just— the environment. he’s controlling the environment, making sure you can rest easy at home, his home. that’s what he tells himself, hand on your back and cracking a smile when you give in

his rent is cheaper, that was a selling point. a quick walk to the store, near a gas station, the building itself was okay. “Are you sure you want me moving in? I’m fine at my place.”, your words are in one ear and out the other as Simon shrugs, “Safer, ‘sides, I’ll drive you ‘round, yeah?”. so you pack your things under the guise he just needed help covering rent, like hell, he makes enough

but that’s okay, you don’t have to know this is for Simon, his peace of mind. you can come and go as you please, but he knows where you’ll be sleeping, that he can protect you. Simon can control this - his job, his home, his appearance

it quells his fear for a week, he can sleep easier at night knowing you’re in his flat. until it isn’t okay anymore. you were both out, a friendly lunch when Simon’s gut twisted. his front door was open, splintered around the handle. whoever broke in was long gone, but that was enough for him. was it sudden for you? Simon telling you that’d you move out to the country? extremely

you argued this could’ve happened to anyone, nothing too valuable was taken and you both safe - a little frazzled, but physically okay. but Simon? he tuned you out, deaf to your complaints as he ushered you out the front door. for your safety, staying the night in a hotel where could he stay up and watch the door. better than staying at his flat for now, better than sleeping in a car

and, as much as he wants you to have your own control, another phrase worms it’s way into his mind. you’re his, no matter what your relationship looks like, you’re his - and Simon has control over what’s his. his job, his appearance, his teammate. he’d sooner set the world ablaze than let harm come to you again, and someone breaking into his apartment was the last straw. as much as he sees you as his, he also sees himself as yours. and maybe he’s become too loyal, too protective, too overbearing

it strains his heart when you tell him to let you go, that you want to leave, but the world is scary. as much as Simon wants you to be safe, that he tells himself this is for you, underneath it all?

Simon Riley is still just a scared little boy, rough hands grasping for stability. he pushes that down, focuses on what he can control, and right now - right now Simon has to protect you. if he can’t? then it all comes crumbling down

[aussiepineapple1st]

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It’s been months. Soap is going from MIA to presumed KIA.

[velvet-paradox]

I need König to be in a situation!!! Imagine the pain in those pretty eyes as he thinks you've been hurt, MIA, KIA. The terror that would rip through him, causing him to physically lash out in anger, confusion. And people were scared of Kilgore before, seeing it in action was something else entirely!

I need König to be as brutal as possible, there's blood on his face and hands but none of it his. Eyes focused, lips pursed, taking aim. Someone has some vital and very sensitive information and he DEMANDS it.

I need König to be his observant self, keeping tabs on you, your routines, your friends. He needs to keep you safe, its a dirty world out there you know?