#because they care about whoever it is they're sent in with and have to watch them suffer

[vampirehizzies]

hello sorry for just randomly dropping in but i'm thinking about the treemina-haysilee-clato pipeline since you posted about it but i'm a book treemina person so i'm thinking about how cato and haymitch both had to watch clove and maysilee die but treech got there too late and only came across lamina's body so he had to live knowing he didn't get there in time to hold her hand when she was dying and. i had to share. ok bye

i saw the content of this ask and i was immediately like "okay new thg friend 🧡 ". no you're so right!! i don't remember what happened with book treemina which is why i went by the movie instead. but ahhhh, both extremes are awful its literally a which foot do you want to shoot yourself in dilemma

because like, do you want to watch the girl you've grown to care about, the one who's your favorite person in this hellhole and your partner and ally and the person you trust, the one who reminds you of home, die in front of your eyes and all you can do is comfort them? or even worse you don't have to watch the death happen but you come across the body later and you get this sense of everything is too late now, you didn't get there in time and none of it matters and your regret doesn't matter because it's too late to take anything back.

anyways glad to see my tragic district partner's pipeline agenda is spreading!!

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

HELLOOO first off love your writing and how you write the characters!

I don't know if you requests are open or not, if they aren't then just ignore this

Can you please do a reaction of whoever you want in stray kids being used to dating gold diggers they usually pay for everything and when they don't their s/o would get mad

So when they cancel your date to a very fancy restaurant because they were sick they expected you to be mad but instead you came to his house made him soup and took care of them the whole time :))))

Plus points if they're touch starved and love having you physically babying them and play with their hair

Midas Touch | Seungmin

Seungmin x gn!reader

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Seungmin wasn’t sure what to expect when he sent the text.

He stared at his phone, the screen glowing with your contact, hesitation gnawing at him. Cancelling plans was never easy, but it was particularly hard when he thought about your excitement for tonight’s dinner. He could still remember the way your eyes lit up when he mentioned the reservation at that fancy restaurant downtown- a place he was far too familiar with, thanks to his past relationships.

Those relationships had been…transactional, to say the least. Each time, Seungmin found himself with people who seemed more interested in what he could give them than who he truly was. The constant gift-giving, the endless high-end dates- it was what they expected. And when he couldn’t provide it, when life happened and plans were cancelled, it always led to the same disappointed reaction.

The expectations weighed on him, but with you? He wasn’t sure what to expect. Would you be upset like the others?

With a sigh, he hit send:

I’m sorry, I have to cancel dinner tonight. I’m not feeling well.

He pressed his phone to his chest, his free hand tapping on his knee lightly while waiting for the inevitable “Oh, really? Can’t you just power through?” or the disappointed silence that followed whenever he wasn’t able to meet those expectations.

But your response came much quicker than anticipated.

Oh no, poor thing! I’m coming over, sit tight <3 !!

His brow furrowed as he re-read your message. You were coming over? No protest, no irritation at the lost reservation? He blinked at his phone, almost unable to believe it. The kind of reaction he was so used to- the irritation, the sigh of inconvenience -it didn’t come like he expected.

An hour later, there was a soft knock on his door, and when he opened it, there you were, holding a bag that smelled like fresh soup. Your face was laced with concern, your nose red from the harsh cold as your eyes scanning him over like you were already assessing his health.

"Y/N, you didn’t have to come all the way here," Seungmin murmured, already feeling a little guilty for dragging you into this. His voice was hoarse, and he cleared his throat.

But you just gave him a soft smile and stepped inside. "Of course I did. You’re sick, Seungmin. Who else is going to take care of you otherwise?"

That simple question left him speechless.

He wasn’t used to someone wanting to take care of him- he was used to being the one who was expected to provide, to look after others. He watched as you took off your coat, making yourself comfortable in his space without a second thought, moving toward his kitchen like it was second nature to you.

For the next few hours, he watched in disbelief as you fussed over him. You made sure he drank water, helped him eat the soup you'd brought, and even tidied up his apartment a little, though it wasn’t necessary since he was a clean man. And each time you checked on him, each time you brushed your hand over his forehead to feel for a fever, or when you gently ruffled his hair, something inside him sparked- or rather melted.

It was strange, this feeling of being cared for. He realized how touch-starved he truly was, how much he craved this kind of closeness without even knowing it.

How much he actually loved it when it came from you- as he hated it from others.

Every time your fingers skimmed his hair, he felt a warmth that had nothing to do with his fever. When you tucked him in on the couch, playfully patting his arm and settling beside him, he leaned into your touch without even thinking about it.

And that’s when the weight of it all hit him- the difference between you and everyone else who had been in his life before.

He’d always thought his value was in what he could give, how much he could provide. But with you, it wasn’t about that. It never had been.

Seungmin’s thoughts drifted to the legend of King Midas- the man whose touch turned everything into gold. For Midas, his gift had become a curse; no matter what he touched, it lost its warmth, its life. He realized he had been living like that -surrounded by gold, by riches and luxury, but none of it held meaning.

But you…you weren’t like that.

You weren’t interested in the gold, in the material things he could give. You were interested in him. Your touch wasn’t a curse; it was warmth, real and alive. It brought him back to life in a way that no extravagant date ever could.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Seungmin’s voice came out quieter than he intended, a mix of vulnerability and genuine curiosity. "I thought you’d be mad that I cancelled. Especially since it was a nice restaraunt...expensive..." He trailed off, his puppy eyes trailing up to your face to gauge your reaction.

Were you...truly not upset about this at all?

You turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowing like you couldn’t believe he’d even ask that. "Mad? Why would I be mad? You’re sick, Seungmin. Of course I’m gonna be here. Besides, this is cheaper anyway! A nice little stay-in date. The second cheapest soup in the store is the best soup." You stated matter of factly. "Paired with some kimbap and drink of your choice-" You held up your finger in an "okay" sign and winked. "This is even better than if we ate out!" You saaid clapping once as you reached for food.

He blinked at you, a little taken aback by the sincerity in your voice.

"You...mean that?"

"Mhm, why wouldn't I?" You asked, stuffing the closest thing into your mouth, not looking at Seungmin, rather focused on your convenience store goodies.

"It’s just…I’m not used to this."

"What do you mean?" you gently tugged the blanket over him, sliding yourself under the corner as well, your fingers brushing his arm as you adjusted it.

"I’m used to…" He hesitated, feeling a little exposed. "People getting upset when I can’t…provide. Fancy dates, expensive gifts. That kind of thing."

You smiled, soft and a little sad, as if the idea of anyone expecting that from him was ridiculous. "I’m not here for any of that. I mean, yeah, those things are nice, but I’m here for you, Seungmin. I like you for you. Not for what you can give me."

He swallowed hard, the words sinking deep into him. He had heard it before, in half-hearted reassurances from past partners, but this -this felt real.

You meant it.

And it hit him harder than he expected. His heart hammered in his chest.

Is this what real love felt like...you guys hadn't exchanged that word yet...but...

In this moment he felt the urge to.

"I guess I just don’t know what that feels like," he admitted, his voice softer now, his gaze dropping to the blanket covering him, as he fought that temptation.

You reached out, running your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. "Well, now you do. You’re stuck with me, even when you’re sick."

He let out a soft laugh, the kind that shook his chest and made him wince slightly from his sore throat. "I think I’m okay with that."

And just like that, Seungmin felt something crack open inside him -a part of himself that had been so tightly guarded, so afraid of being hurt. But with you, he felt safe. Safe enough to lean into your touch, to lay in your lap to let himself be cared for without fear of what you might want in return.

I think I'm in love.

No...I am in love.

As you continued to softly play with his hair, Seungmin’s eyes fluttered closed.

He realized that this was what he had been missing -this golden touch that wasn’t about wealth or status. It was about love, about care, about someone being there for him even when things weren’t perfect or glamorous.

He had spent so long being afraid of turning everything around him into something superficial, something gilded and lifeless. But with you, it wasn’t about gold or riches.

It was about your golden touch -the one that brought him comfort, warmth, and something more valuable than anything money could buy.

When Seungmin finally drifted off into a fevered sleep, the corners of his lips were curled into the softest of smiles. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly cared for.

He truly felt loved.

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Under the Microscope (Yandere Sabo x Reader)

18+ MDNI on Ao3

Part 2

Inspired by "A Good Prisoner," by greenflowerpot. They're an incredible writer, I used the story setup but with Sabo. I'm not sure how many parts this will be, but it won't follow the same story path beyond the jail.

Also I don’t know anything about molecules. Or genes. Or anything related to Sciemps. So if it’s wrong, uh... just roll with it.

Yandere Sabo X Reader (no use of Y/N)

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Sabo's the best prisoner you've ever had at your Marine base. He's polite, handsome, and pleasant company. You'll be sad when he gets sent to Impel Down. But Sabo's got other ideas that might not align with your own.

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The Marines aren't taking good care of you. So Sabo's going to have to do it himself.

Flame Emperor Sabo was the best prisoner you’d ever guarded. It surprised you because you preferred pirate prisoners to Revolutionary Army prisoners. Pirates were at least straightforward, saying lewd comments to you, leering at you, and mocking you in equal amounts. Their disdain for you as a Marine, particularly a desk bound Marine, was nearly palpable in every interaction.

Revolutionaries, however, seemed to think that you were unaware of the situation of the world and lectured you endlessly about how you were a cog in the machine that would destroy everything and everyone in it. The constant aggrandizing of their own station - while in literal chains! - was so grating you stopped interacting with any of them long ago. Instead you’d study during your guard shift, hoping the prisoner at hand would sleep or leave you alone. You knew the Marines weren’t a benevolent government force, but science as a career really only existed within the context of the World Government. Unless you wanted to work directly for a pirate or Warlord, which was….risky at best. Being a Marine killed two birds with one stone - you got to work in your dream profession and you got to send steady money back to your family. So you shut your mouth, completed basic training and joined the ranks of the Marines.

After basic training, you’d made your way into the research division of the Marines, forgoing active duty. You didn’t see battle or even leave the base, just worked on the research assignments handed down to you from your superiors. Over the past two years, the projects had gotten increasingly complex and you had to spend nearly all your waking hours working or studying. If you could devote all your time to research, you might be able to finish with a little more speed. Unfortunately, the Marines had a rule that all Devil Fruit users had to supervise prisoners at minimum once a week. You assumed they made the rule thinking Devil Fruit users would be able to use their powers to fight, but that wasn’t true for you. You’d tried to get your name off the list of Devil Fruit guards to no avail. Government red tape and regulations meant that for at least 8 hours a week, you’d be watching whoever was in the maximum security jail cell. No one liked guard duty - you’d rather be researching and the other Marines would rather be fighting. 

Your base - Bayonette  - was strategically located at a narrowing of the Grand Line paths. Ships had to pass near the island unless they wanted to take a much longer route around it. Which meant that most of the Marines at your base were from the fighting corps, and enjoyed engaging the pirates and Revolutionaries in battle. You were one of two scientists at this base, you hadn’t been asked where you wanted to be stationed. You had hoped to get to a science focused base, but you took what came your way. The other Marines were disdainful of your position, thinking you provided no real use to the base as a whole. You’d tried to fit in with them for a few months but gave up as they grew more hostile towards you the more you tried.  Sure, every time there was a party someone would secretly try to get into your pants, but for the most part they found you weak and pointless. You avoided them, they ignored or taunted you. You spent nearly all of your time alone and working both to complete your projects and to avoid the others. It was a lonely time for you, even if it was important for your career. 

You were so disconnected from the active duty staff that you hadn’t even known a prisoner as notorious as the Flame Emperor was at the base until you walked in for your shift, textbook and notes tucked under your arm and cup of coffee in your hand. He was laying on the wide metal bench that doubled as his bed, hands in seastone cuffs resting behind his head. Upon seeing you, he sat upright, straightened his suit coat, and put his tophat on his head. 

He was wearing an interesting ensemble, but you’d seen far worse. He had a full suit complete with frilly shirt, top hat with goggles, and leather gloves.  The cell room was usually warm but today it felt downright hot, you wondered why he wasn’t removing some of his layers. Not that it really mattered. He had prominent facial scarring covering his left eye and going further down his face and neck. The eye with the scarring was milky white, while the other was startlingly blue, like the color of a turbulent sea. He had likely been good looking before the scars, but  now he was unreasonably attractive for a criminal. You wondered how he got his scars - probably from nefarious activities of some kind. You realized belatedly you were staring at him. 

“Hello, pleased to meet you. I’m Sabo,” he said, tipping his hat to you. He was introducing himself like you were on a blind date, not a prisoner and guard. 

“Aren’t you the Flame Emperor?” you asked him. Did you get your criminals mixed up again? You’d found out the hard way nothing made them angrier than confusing them for someone else. Not that they could do anything to you from behind bars, but it was annoying to listen to them rant and rave about your mistake.

“That’s my epithet, but you can just call me Sabo.” Your surprise must have registered on your face because he looked at you from his cell and smiled kindly.

“Um, it’s nice to meet you, Sabo.” You sat down opposite his cell on the long bench provided to you and put down your textbook and sheets of notes. The bench was bracketed by thick walls on either side, giving you something to lean against while seated if it was a smooth shift.

“How come you’ve never been my guard before?” 

“Oh, I only work one or two shifts a week.” Generally you avoided talking to prisoners, especially about information related to Marine matters, but you couldn’t see how this would hurt. It’s not like he wouldn’t figure it out. He stared at you unblinkingly through the bars, taking stock of you head to foot. You hoped he wouldn’t try anything violent since you couldn’t do anything to stop him if he succeeded. 

“Why don’t you have a gun?” Sabo was observant, usually prisoners didn’t notice at all. 

“I just don’t,” you said, shrugging.

“But why don’t you have one?” he asked conversationally. Sabo’s ability to pick up your semantic games gave him some standing in your eyes. Usually you could talk your way out of having to answer questions with half truths and lies of omission. You answered him with another shrug. It was better that he didn’t know you had never been assigned one since you were only research staff. You yawned and took a sip of your coffee right after. Plenty of cream and sugar, just the way you liked it. You’d practically been mainlining coffee with this new assignment. It had come to you directly from Admiral Sakazuki himself, so you were under immense pressure to get everything right - and fast. 

“You look exhausted. Are you not getting enough rest?” Sabo had come to sit in front of the bars and was continuing to watch you.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you replied coolly. The truth was that you were exhausted and had been for weeks. But when you tried to close your eyes and rest at night all you could think of was your work, how behind you were, and how you’d have to explain yourself to the Fleet Admiral. Being reminded of your sleeplessness and anxiety made your hand holding the coffee start to shake. You frowned to yourself and set down the cup on the bench. This had been happening to you for months now and was only getting worse. You put your hands under your thighs to stop them from shaking. Sabo was watching you, which made you feel self conscious, so you avoided eye contact. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. You pulled your hands from under your legs and picked up the textbook. 

“What are you reading?” Sabo asked cordially. He was not giving up. Rather, it seemed the less you talked to him, the more he wanted to talk to you. At least he wasn't being rude or crude, you supposed. You flashed him the cover of the textbook.

“Molecular Diagnostics: Nucleic acid amplification,” he said as he recited the title aloud. No one ever cared after you showed them what you read. You cracked it open to where you’d left off and started to concentrate.

“Interesting! So what are you looking for that can’t be detected with fluorescence in situ hybridization?” Your head snapped up - you hadn’t heard anyone talk about FISH since you’d been at the base. 

“You know about molecular cytogenetics?” you asked in disbelief. Sabo nodded fervently, bringing his hands under his chin.

“Of course! If I hadn’t become a Revolutionary, I would have become a scientist. I still try and do some experiments on the side, but between fighting the World Government and being a Marine prisoner, I just haven’t had the time lately.” You looked down at your textbook but had a small smile on your face. 

“I didn’t know this was a research base,” Sabo continued, arching his brow.

“It isn’t really.” You had to be careful about how much you said, you couldn’t give him any information about what you were working on. But this base wasn’t known for research, that was common knowledge. 

“I’m not going to divulge any information,” you uttered, crossing your arms. You’d figured out his angle. Sabo probably thought he could get information out of you by pretending to be interested in what you liked. Though, he had known about FISH, so maybe some of his interest was genuine? Probably not. You’d learned from childhood onward that people only talked to you when they needed something, not for companionship. Even your own family was like that. They loved you of course, but they didn’t really understand you in any meaningful way. 

“Hm? I don’t want information from you. Just conversation. You’re the most interesting Marine who’s stepped foot in here,” replied Sabo with wide eyes. You did your best to keep from rolling your eyes. How stupid did he think you were? You’d keep your guard up, there was no way he was telling the truth.

“Well, I do want one piece of information from you,” he continued. “You didn’t tell me your name. What should I call you?” He’d hear it at guard change anyway, might as well share something in the hopes it satisfied some of his curiosity.

“People around here call me Mag.” You looked back down at your textbook to hopefully end the conversation.

“Mag? That’s an unusual name. Is it short for anything?” Sabo asked, your standoffish body language not affecting his desire for conversation. He was now as close to you as he could get within his cell. 

“It’s just a nickname.” It hadn’t been one you liked or wanted, but it had stuck with you since basic training.

“How did you get it?”

“Listen, I don’t … I really need to study, I’m sorry.” You cringed as you realized you had apologized to your own prisoner. It was a hard habit to break. Sabo raised his hands in front of his face apologetically and smiled at you again. You were burning up in the room - you untied your neckerchief and unbuttoned your jacket. It wasn’t inappropriate, just not in code. But it was so hot you thought you’d pass out if you didn’t do something.

“Please forgive me. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mag.” Sabo didn’t talk to you for the next few hours, but he did watch you the entire time. Every time you raised your eyes from your book to check on him, he was looking at you with interest. When you went to write notes, you’d feel his blue and white eyes on you. He wasn’t even embarrassed about being caught, he just smiled at you and continued to stare like it was the most normal thing in the world. You weren’t even sure he was blinking, just observing you like you were under a microscope. After a while, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why are you staring at me?” you snapped your textbook shut angrily, making a loud cracking noise. It was hard for you to concentrate knowing he was surveying you constantly. 

“How often do your hands shake?” Sabo asked, tilting his head in curiosity. You were taken aback by his non-sequitur.

“I don’t keep track.” You did actually, and the frequency was increasing. 

“It gets worse when you stop reading and start writing notes. What’s making you so nervous? It can’t be the molecules.” You pressed your lips into a thin line. You hadn’t realized it was so noticeable. 

“I don’t mean to upset you. I’m just worried,” he said with a frown. You barked out an incredulous laugh. 

“Worried? About me? I appreciate your concern but I think you should worry about yourself,” you said in an unamused tone. Just who did he think he was? Your father? Sabo’s frown deepened. It was finally time for shift change and you could leave this strange prisoner and his penetrating gaze. By the time you would have another shift, he might even be sent to Impel Down and wouldn’t have to think about him again. You gathered your things and walked towards the door, needing to wait for someone to come before you could leave. Unfortunately you saw your least favorite person was coming in after you, Petty Officer Koji. And petty was certainly a good term for him. Ever since you spurned his advances, he’d been making your life hell whenever he could. He opened the door suddenly with a bang, making you jump.

“Aw Mag, didn’t mean to scare you. Doors can be so very frightening,” he said sarcastically, bumping you hard with his shoulder as he came into the room. You nearly fell backwards with the force of his knock, instead stumbling into the wall behind you. He liked to pick you for a lot of reasons, but especially because of your lack of combat skills. You didn’t reply. He took his time looking you up and down, which made your skin crawl.

“Why are you out of uniform?” he asked in an obnoxious tone. You looked down and realized you forgot to rebutton your shirt and tie your neckerchief. Normally, you’d just get a verbal order to get back to code, especially since this room was known for being too warm. But you had a feeling Koji was going to make this a problem.

“I apologize, Petty Officer Koji. It was hot in the –” 

“I didn’t ask for your excuse, Ensign. As punishment, you’ll take the rest of my guard shifts for the next two weeks starting tomorrow. Understood?” Ugh, he found a way to get out of his shifts on guard duty. No one liked them - you’d rather be researching and the other Marines would rather be fighting. You hoped this wouldn’t be a recurring theme.

“Understood, sir,” you gritted out. Now you’d have even less time. Your hands shook as you had them at your sides. You flicked your eyes to Sabo, who was watching your dressing down by Koji. But this time he wasn’t smiling or watching with enjoyment, he looked deathly serious. Gone was the Sabo you’d met, cheerful and chatty. Sabo was still staring, this time at Koji, and you felt like you were watching a panther stalking its prey. Even though Sabo was in chains you felt like you were trapped with him, not the other way around. This was the Flame Emperor, you thought, and the sudden change in his demeanor sent a shiver down your spine.

“Dismissed,” Koji barked at you, cracking his knuckles. You left quickly, fixing your uniform as you walked. Koji stalked towards the cell. Sabo adjusted his leather gloves.

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Koji had quite a few shifts on guard duty that week, no wonder he wanted to dump them on you. Your anxiety increased at an exponential rate when you saw how many more shifts you had over the course of the next two weeks and how much of your research time was being eaten up by just sitting. There wasn’t anything you could do about it - he was your superior officer and had given you an order. Maybe you could get reading done, or maybe Sabo would be transferred soon. Either one would help you out.

The next day you hurried into the cell room a few minutes late and relieved your fellow Ensign. You had been working through some genetic sequencing, thinking you might have made a breakthrough, and you lost track of the time. You grabbed whatever you’d had at the top of your “to read” pile and made a run for the detention center. You threw it down on the bench, sat down and took a deep breath. You didn’t even have time to grab a coffee, which would be a drag for the next few hours. You looked into the cell and saw Sabo already sitting in front of the bars, waving and smiling.

“Good morning, Mag!” Sabo said cheerfully. You weren’t sure what he could be so cheerful about, he had a black eye and a split lip. He may have had more damage but his now ripped clothes covered most of his body. You furrowed your brow slightly and walked up to the cell bars, mouth dipping into a frown. Marines weren’t supposed to rough up prisoners who had already been processed and interrogated. Sure, it happened, but it wasn’t supposed to. You had a good guess who did it - but nothing would come of it even if you reported it. It would be Sabo’s word against a Marine’s and wouldn’t even make it to an official report.

“Are you OK?” you asked in a low voice, grabbing the bars and peering closer at him.

“Hm? What? Why?” Sabo asked in confusion. “Oh, the bruises? It’s nothing.” He shrugged and you noticed something was off about his shoulder. You’d seen it before with your sister. 

“Is your shoulder dislocated?” It was impressive he wasn’t screaming in pain. He didn’t even seem to care.

“Oh, yes, I suppose. I tried popping it back in but the cuffs keep my hands at such an angle that I can’t.” He shrugged again.

You felt angry that he’d been hurt while unable to fight back. When you’d joined the Marines, you were naive and thought that you’d be helping people alongside other like minded individuals. Instead you’d found that people were the same everywhere - small minded and working to meet their own ends, not the greater good. Sabo had been pleasant enough to speak to and was obviously intelligent. You hadn’t hated the shift which was more than you could say about most prisoners you’d watched. You stood at the bars for a moment and made a choice.

“I’m sorry that happened. I’m gonna pop your shoulder back in.” You turned to walk over to the opposite wall where the keys to the cell hung. Your hands were shaking slightly.

“Why?” Sabo said in disbelief. You grabbed the keys and turned around, perplexed.

“It will feel better? I mean, prisoners shouldn’t be treated like this,” you said, gesturing vaguely to him. 

“Even violent prisoners like me?” Sabo questioned.

“Yes, even violent prisoners like you.” You were second guessing yourself now that he had mentioned his violent nature. You’d looked up his bounty out of curiosity - it was over 600 million Beri. You didn’t get a bounty that high by picking endangered flowers.

“That's a very liberal opinion, I’m not sure it fits with the general attitude of the Marines.” You hummed and got closer to the cell bars.

“Do you promise not to hurt me if I come in? I don’t have a gun but I’m a devil fruit user so don’t mess with me.” You felt foolish even saying the words. You knew this was a bad idea but you couldn’t stand the thought of his shoulder being out of place and no way to fix it. You remembered from your sister often crying from the pain and couldn't bear the thought of Sabo feeling the same. He didn’t need to know your devil fruit wouldn’t help you in a fight against him. Sabo nodded slowly and with conviction. 

“I would never hurt you,” he said huskily. Strangely, you believed him. You took a deep breath, held it for five seconds, and exhaled. 

“Ok, I’m coming in.” You unlocked the door and quickly entered. You wanted this over with as soon as possible and to put distance between you and the Flame Emperor once more. Sabo watched you with curiosity but didn’t get up or move in any way. Your hands were shaking so much you laced your fingers together.

You walked towards him slowly, like you would towards a wild animal. You knelt by his sitting form and took stock of his injuries. He had obviously been beaten, you could now see bruises poking out from underneath his shirt. He was well muscled, if a little thin. They probably weren’t feeding him as much as he needed. You looked into his now black eye, and saw amusement in his gaze, like this was a silly game to him.

“I’m going to touch your shoulder now, ok? I want to feel the dislocation before I move it.” you said before you made any movement towards him. Sabo nodded silently and continued watching. You gently put your hands on his shoulder and carefully prodded different areas to figure out what needed to be done. His suit hid his muscled frame well, you could feel his corded muscles flex under your light touch. He was much warmer than you thought he’d be, but maybe it was just due to the heat in the room. Sabo didn’t move at all, didn’t make any indication he was in pain, just let you work. Once you’d figured out the angle, you were ready to manipulate.

“I’m going to pop it back in now. Try not to move,” you told him. You stood on your knees so you were angled perpendicular to his body and braced your hands on either side of his shoulder.

“3…2…” where you would have said one you moved his shoulder back into its socket. Sabo made no sounds or movement, but rolled it a little forwards and backwards afterwards.

“Is it back in? Does it feel better?” You hoped you did it right the first time, you hadn’t done it in a while. You were still on your knees near him in case you needed to do it again.

“It feels wonderful, thank you so much Mag.” Sabo said gratefully, turning to face you. He was only a foot or so away, so near you could count his eyelashes. It was at this moment you realized how close he was to you, how easily he could overpower you, and how stupid you had been to come into his cell. You scrambled up and left the cell as quickly as you could, locking him back within it. Hanging the key again, you released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You sat back down on your bench, mentally berating yourself for being so foolish. 

“How did you do that so gently? When my brother used to do it for me it always felt worse than when it got dislocated.” Sabo was still rolling his shoulder, trying to stretch it out.

“Oh, ah, one of my sisters has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome so I’ve been putting joints back in sockets for years. It can be tricky but it’s a skill like any other.” You picked up your work to start to read. 

“I appreciate your kindness, Mag. I assure you it won’t be forgotten.” Sabo spoke with determination and sincerity. You didn’t really know how to take his declaration - it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

“Well, how about this? If Revolutionaries attack the base in the future, promise to kill me last,” you said with a wry smile. You were feeling better about Sabo. He had the chance to injure you - or even kill you - and escape but instead he sat with docility and allowed you to touch him. Maybe you could actually talk to him about your interests, he’d seemed interested yesterday.

“Ah! You’ve finally smiled at me! And all it took was one dislocated shoulder. A small price to pay,” Sabo beamed at you, showcasing a dimple in his cheek. You rolled your eyes but felt your face heating a little. It really wasn’t fair how good looking he was. When he smiled he looked like an angel come to earth, sweet and kind. 

“Yeah yeah. Now, I have to get back to work.” You waved him off and cracked open your book. You’d started it before, but hadn’t gotten far. Sabo stood up and leaned against the bars of his cell.

“So what gene are you looking for?” Sabo asked. You looked up with a start. You hadn’t said anything to him about your work.

“How do you know that’s what I’m doing?” you said in a rush.

“Well, first of all you just confirmed it. You’re not a good liar.” He stated while pointing at you. You could kick yourself for your immediate response. Sabo wasn’t making fun of you, just stating facts. He was right, you couldn’t lie at all. Your hands started to shake again.

“Yesterday you were reading about sensitive molecular diagnostics and today you’re reading about non linear sequence inspection. So it stands to reason that you’re looking for some gene. Which one?” You were shocked he had put that all together - you didn’t think there was anyone within 1,000 kilometers who could do the same. You had been underestimating his intelligence.

“Um, I can’t tell you. It’s part of my research.” 

“Fair enough,” Sabo said with a sigh. You felt better that he was dropping the conversation. Not that you could tell him anyway, but it would be annoying to have to ignore him if he persisted. Sabo was quiet for a moment before asking another question.

“Will you share with me your devil fruit power then?” Oh, right. You’d revealed you were a devil fruit user. How many dumb mistakes can you make in one day? It wasn’t classified or anything, you just preferred not to talk about it. Maybe it would take his mind off your research. You shut the book and put it aside.

“I ate the Mag-Mag fruit. It allows me to magnify things.” You waited for him to tell you that it was useless. At least, that was the opinion of everyone on the base. 

“Is that why they call you Mag? How unoriginal,” he scoffed, adjusting his leather gloves. You laughed lightly.

“Yeah, I don’t care for the name either. But it’s been with me for a few years now, so I think I’m stuck with it.” 

“I can call you something else if you’d like,” Sabo supplied silkily.

“Um, like what?” you said. You were fairly sure he was flirting with you.

“How about darling?” he suggested in a throaty tone, watching your face.

“I don’t think - I’m not -” You looked away as your face heated, you didn’t like the turn this conversation was taking. 

“I meant nothing by it, I apologize,” he said smiling at you again. You didn’t answer, just looked out the window. You knew you weren’t the most attractive person in the world, he didn’t need to remind you. You had a lot of self confidence around your intelligence and general self worth but almost none around your physical body. People only wanted you when there were no other options or when drunk. No one had ever expressed interest in you romantically and you couldn’t imagine this incredible looking man would want you either. He was out of your league, criminal or not, and both of you knew it. He was just bored and playing with you for fun. 

In a quiet voice, you chided, “that’s not nice. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” Sabo looked at you with an indecipherable look on his face. He adjusted his leather gloves once again as you avoided looking at him.

“What can you do with your fruit? I imagine it’s a powerful tool.” You glanced at him and sighed. It wasn’t fair for you to take out your frustration on him. He hadn’t really said anything terrible. You had heard much worse in this room before and hadn’t taken offense before. You just had to remind yourself that Sabo wasn’t your friend, wasn’t your peer, wasn’t anything but a prisoner who’d be taken to Impel Down soon. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out at you. I’ve been stressed lately, but that’s no excuse. It’s easier if I show you how it works rather than tell you. Look out the window, you see those buildings out there? On the far side of the island? Watch.” 

You made a rectangle with your index fingers and thumbs and brought them apart, framing the buildings in the middle. You took your index and thumb and put them on the buildings and spread your fingers apart. The rectangle that you’d framed earlier now contained a zoomed in image of the buildings, which could now be identified as houses. You repeated the gesture, bringing your index finger and thumb apart again and now you were zoomed in enough to see the curtains hanging in the window of the farthest house. 

“I can magnify anything I frame with my fingers. It can be useful for research.” You’d eaten the fruit when you were a young teen and it had shaped the rest of your life, sharpening your interest in science and leading you to your current career.

“That is an incredible power! What is the maximum magnification you can achieve? How long can you hold it?” Sabo was enthusiastic, watching the houses intently. It was refreshing to have someone interested in your power.

“I have gotten to the sub-atomic level before, but that’s not usually necessary. The higher the magnification, the more power it takes for me to hold it. Something like this,” you said, gesturing to the houses, “I could easily hold for hours. But looking at molecules like DNA takes a lot out of me, especially if I have to zoom in and out frequently.” Sabo nodded his head fervently.

“I see. Thus leading to some of your exhaustion.” You didn't think he'd bring that up again. You didn’t answer, just erased the magnification rectangle by flicking your hand through it. 

“You’ll join me in the Revolutionary Army,” Sabo declared happily, clapping his hands together. You turned to face him and laughed. Was Sabo funny?

“Are you trying to recruit me? From your jail cell?” You chuckled again.

“No, no. Of course not. I’m not recruiting you, I’m telling you. You’ll be joining me.” Sabo said definitively, smiling ear to ear. You smiled back and exhaled sharply through your nose. What a silly notion.

“Naturally,” you replied, “let me know when you get out of Impel Down, and we can go together.” As if any of that would ever happen. You looked at the clock - your shift was over. It had gone faster than you thought it would, you’d had an interesting time with Sabo. As your colleague relieved you, you realized you were looking forward to your next shift. 

[tragedy-for-sale]

Bedrock Headcannons: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Bedrock headcannons are headcannons that I regard as a fact in the personality of a character I write about. They range from small details to a huge part of a character's backstory. These headcannons are a constant underlayer in all of my fics that involve these characters.

﹄『❝ Obi-Wan ❞』﹃

He cut his hair shortly after the war begun because Anakin made a comment he looked like Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan couldn't handle it.

Obi-Wan is very quiet and not just in the sense of him not talking a whole lot. But his steps, the swoosh of his robe, the smile in his eyes. He moves with grace which results in many people being taken off guard when he's in the room, as if he just appears. But he's also quiet in the way that you'd never know he was crying if you couldn't see his face, quiet in the way of showing love through always having snacks on him for Anakin, Ahsoka or any of his men. Whoever asks him first. He's quiet in pain and agony, in love and passion.

Obi-Wan feels extremely bittersweet about Dooku. He remembered how highly Qui-Gon regarded him, how they'd go catch up at a diner and how Obi-Wan always begged to go. He never knew the Dooku that Qui-Gon did and Obi-Wan has a hard time understanding how his master was trained by someone so vile. Everytime he faces the Count, he remembers Qui-Gon, and he remembers how much his master cared for this man that is trying to kill him.

He loves Coruscant in the rain. When he was younger, Qui-Gon would take him up to the roof of the temple and they'd talk until they could see stars. But if it was raining, they'd be outside splashing each other until they were soaked.

He doesn't go up there as often anymore, but the first year after Qui-Gon's death, Obi-Wan was missing all day. It was Quinlan Vos who found him, he was the only person still alive that knew about his hiding place.

Obi-Wan's 18th birthday was spent out on the streets of Coruscant. He snuck out with Quinlan Vos and Kit Fisto. The three ran into trouble and at the stroke of midnight, Obi-Wan was in tears, desperately hoping his friends would find him.

He was sent to Mandalore with Qui-Gon soon after.

Obi-Wan will go get tea with Padme when Anakin is still out in space. He doesn't say he checks on Padme to Anakin, but he'll say he caught Padme and they chatted for a while and that she's doing well.

During down time, he wears heavy robes because Obi-Wan is cold all the time. Especially when on the Negotiatior. If he's able, he'll always go sit in the sun, feeling the warmth on his face.

As the war progresses, the toll of it starts to affect him more and more. He starts to feel things more deeply then he ever had and he finds himself drowning constantly. Fear he's never known paralyzes him and he can't talk to anyone because there's nothing anyone can do. He's going to drown and he can see all the people he loves playing in the water not noticing he's been swept up by the tide.

Dex's Diner has been Obi-Wan's place for years, he brings only the most important people in his life there. Dex basically watched Obi-Wan grow up, he knows his favorite book, his deepest pain and insecurities, and how many times he's fallen in love.

Obi-Wan takes Cody anytime they're on Coruscant for leave. One night, it was late and after close, but it was in that little worn down diner that Obi-Wan and Cody celebrated their marriage, slow dancing to whatever jukebox tune was playing and holding each other tight.

After Order 66 happens, Cody feels drawn to the diner, he sits there for hours. Dex knows better to assume the identity of this helmeted man, but he always sits in Obi-Wan's booth and watches the door, expecting the love of his life to walk right in and apologize for being late. But Obi-Wan never comes, and there is never an apology.

﹄『❝ Obi-Wan ❞』﹃

[blacklegsanjiii]

So I've had a thinking about mom!robin and child!sanji au and was wonder what are some of your head canons! Maybe robin picked up a 7-8 sanji when she was 16 or 17. This could maybe fit under nico!sanji but where robin actually adopts sanji. Feel free to make as fluffy or as angsty as you want I'm just looking for ideas :)

The first ever Nico!Sanji was them staying together and working in Baroque Works together and she did find him around eight. Instead of sending him to the Baratie to work. However I love the idea of Nico!Sanji and Robin just having a child/parent dynamic of overprotective Robin who found Sanji lost at age eight, starving and alone and she's not in much better shape at age seventeen. Sanji is so small and fits so well into Robin's arms and Robin who hasn't had companionship in so long, he holds her hand or one of them as they walk in deserted parts, when they camp for the night Robin wraps him in many arms and holds him close to her.

I feel like Robin would rarely let Sanji out her sight for years to come, between the Navy and whoever may or may not be after Sanji she likes to play it safe. Sanji is eager to please and follow her every word. She sings to him and tells him stories because she will not lose him like she lost everyone else. Sanji lets her, the first set of soft touches that he's had in years. He still flinches sometimes, involuntarily. It's not that he wants to, afraid he'll offend her or hurt her feelings. That she'll leave him, he doesn't want her to leave him, he likes her a lot! She's so nice and loving and caring, like his mom! He accidentally calls her mom about a year after they start traveling together and when Robin starts crying he thinks he fucked up and apologizes and says he can go! He's been alone before it's fi-!

But she cuts him off and pulls him to her and just says she's happy, hasn't been this happy in a very long time and that she would like it if he wants to keep calling her that. He nods and says he would like to, if she really doesn't mind. They stay sat together for a while and he does get used to calling her 'mom' more often than not. She loves it and smiles so fondly whenever he does it. They're inseparable basically.

When they make it to Alabasta, Sanji is fifteen and Robin is twenty-four, the coup has already happened and they begin to work for Sir Crocodile. Miss All Sunday and Mister Prince working together. It weirds some people out this teenager is calling this woman who definitely isn't actually old enough to be his mom 'mom' and she goes along with it and smiles so fondly to him. Crocodile doesn't bat an eye, the kid cooks well enough to make him not care and Miss All Sunday is on the hunt for Pluton so he really doesn't care as long as he gets results. If anyone does try to pick a fight with Sanji they do have to deal with Robin though, it doesn't happen often but Robin is known for being protective of him.

Sanji still cooks, he cooks for all of Baroque Works when he sees them or they're around and not off fulfilling their duties. He still wants to find the All Blue but he fights with his hands and he listens to Robin as she explains the difference in the poneglyphs to him. Their both multilingual and he knows how to read some of the language the poneglyphs are written in but not all, it's a tricky language to learn to read let alone put together. The other members of Baroque Works tend to tune them out when they start speaking other languages they don't understand, Crocodile sighs in irritation every time it happens.

Sanji is sent to Little Garden to help Mr. 3 ahead of the Strawhat's arrival and he finds it rather interesting that they're helping the princess of Alabasta, finds it hilarious the princess had to get help from pirates but then he watches them take down Mr. 3 and well, it would be nice to have company on the way back to Alabasta so he offers the Ever Pose in exchange for a lift, and he offers to cook for them as well. Only to be roped into the shenanigans of Drum Island and shit is his mom going to be pissed when she finds out he broke his fucking back kicking these idiots out of the way of a fucking avalanche. He's going to be in so much trouble, he's going to get glared at and talked to in several different languages oh no.

When they're in Alabasta, overthrowing his boss for pete's sake, he avoids Crocodile because he'll be in trouble otherwise, great trouble, but Crocodile falls and Alabasta is free. To keep appearances he pulls a gun on Robin on when she boards the ship, him having been fully invited into after Drum Island. She smiles sweetly at them and during the night, during Sanji's watch after the galley is cleaned, she finds him and they speak in a language only they know. She strokes Sanji's hair as he leans his head on her shoulder. No one really clocks it as they sail together, at least not until after Ennies Lobby and Water 7. When they get the Thousand Sunny and Robin is free for the moment and wants to live and has the freedom to live now. I feel like Usopp stumbles upon them sleeping together, just passed out curled up around each other and he fucking tells everyone their dating. Despite the visceral reaction from most of the crew. Robin and Sanji are asked about it at lunch the next day, Franky wiggling his eyebrows and then bawling when they say they're not an item, far from it. Everyone does notice they are close but can't figure out how close. They hear them talking in the other languages and falling into a mix of languages that no one else can understand.

After Thriller Bark and all the parties Sanji finds her and it's rare, he's taller than her now after all, but she pulls him into her lap and cries quietly as she pets his hair. He doesn't say what happened, but she knows he's keeping whatever promise he made to the swordsman but still. She doesn't begrudge him, never, not after what happened with Cipher Pol and Aokiji. Not after working in Baroque Works for a warlord. When he apologizes later she shushes him and makes sure he's calm and the tear stains have calmed before he leaves. She's so soft, still creepy but he's creepy right back. But then everything keeps going wrong and they're separated on Sabaody. The pacifistas, the quick vanishing and appearing in a random place, rushing to get back together, only to fail, only to see the note in the paper, only to rely on whisperings to see how their crew is doing. Ivankov and Dragon seem to be questioning of the relationship between the two of them after their meetings when they have tea with Koala and Robin. Robin simply says Sanji is her son which makes Koala lose it as Iva looks confused and Dragon shrugs it off because yeah, sure.

When they all come back together she checks Sanji over and nods approvingly in private, fussing over him publicly would only lead to the crew questioning them again when that wasn't the case. They could just come out and say it but they don't need to, not right now. Their convictions towards each other are strong and unyielding. Which is why Robin also goes to WCI, she doesn't dissuade Nami from going but does ask that she give Sanji grace. Nami gives her a questioning look but agrees hesitantly. There's so many questions going through her mind but she leaves without asking any, Luffy and them promising to bring Sanji back to them. When the crew is headed to Wano it's Usopp who asks Robin why she asked Nami to give Sanji grace for leaving. Robin clarifies that it's not for him leaving but what he's going to do while gone, what he feels he'll have to do to protect the crew. Zoro asks why she didn't go if she cares so much and Robin says every parent must let their child make mistakes, she's no different and that if she goes she will not listen to Sanji or Luffy and it could end just as badly as Ennies Lobby if she had. When everyone, Heart Pirates included, ask what she means when she said 'parent' she laughs and says she and Sanji's relationship is much more of a mother and her son than siblings, he was so small at age eight that it was easy to fool people while they ran and it became less of an act over time. Franky asks what Sanji would do while he's gone and Robin answers that she wouldn't put much past him, they were in Baroque Works for a while and have been running from the Navy for most of their lives so there's not much they wouldn't do to protect those they care about. Everyone just stares at her and Robin laughs lightly to herself and bids them all a goodnight and goes to bed.

When they're all in Wano again and Sanji is concerned about what Robin will do to him but she simply hugs him and says she's happy he's safe. Sanji nods and hugs her back and Franky is bawling saying it's SUUUPER to see mother and son reunited after everything that has happened which makes the rescue team balk at them in surprise and start questioning them. It's a long and awful conversation because Sanji didn't really tell Robin about his family either. When he's done though Robin simply hums and says it's a good thing she wasn't there because she would have defied his wishes because hell hath no fury like a scorned mother.

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autism and media. spoilers for criminal minds, my hero academia, and dungeon meshi.

okay so, i'm an autistic person, and i've seen portrayals of autism (both implied and explicit) and they've had.. a range of quality overall.

in explicit examples, i've seen only a few. spencer reid comes to mind first- the autistic savant with an eidetic memory and a penchant for seeming robotic. i, personally, was heavily influenced by this guy- i did (and kind of still do) enjoy criminal minds after all. however, spencer's existence as one of the first explicitly autistic characters that was seen by a wider audience. the show was insanely popular, but in the later seasons (mainly after he was sent to prison) many of his autistic traits seem to fade away. of course, he is a traumatized man who was on high alert for a WHILE, but one would expect he wouldn't lose many of his core personality traits. personally, i think these were written out since his traits weren't seen as "popular", since autistic people can offend those they love or say the wrong thing on accident and it seemed too weird.

second, my hero academia. i don't think any of these characters are explicitly autistic, but i haven't watched in a while. mainly, i see deku and tamaki as autistic (although bakugo, aizawa, and shigaraki are.... suspicious) and i believe my views on these two are mainly influenced by the rest of the fandom, so here goes. overall, i think the characterization of these two lends itself directly to their emotional or anxious nature. most media i see with one or both of them severely dumbs them down to these traits, with tamaki getting the brunt of this treatment. most don't seem to remember that both of them are strong for their age, smart, and have faith in their quirks. even if tamaki might seem pessimistic about fights, he's just that- pessimistic. he's much more inclined to believe he'll lose because if he does, he's prepared to do what he can to help whoever comes after. deku is emotional, yes, but who wouldn't be? he's a teenager who's been told over and over again that he's a failure and he'll never achieve his dream, and suddenly, he's being helped by the #1 hero to become the person that he thought was unattainable. i think horikoshi's representation of them is alright, it's just mainly the fandom that compresses them into "uwu anxious cinnamon rolls too sweet for this earth" instead of remembering they're multifaceted characters, and damaging their own interpretations of real people in the process.

in dungeon meshi, i don't know if they're explicitly autistic (however laios and falin are HEAVILY HINTED AT so.) but the representation of autism here is incredible. in the series, we see laios fuck up with shuro (and, notably, we see the fandom sweep it under the rug because laios is white) while he has real, genuinely close relationships with others (marcille is like a sister to him, and chilchuck's his best friend) so we know he is a multifaceted character. he's also tied to the tendency of autistic people to be interested in fringe interests, or alterhuman circles. he thinks (like many others) that he's weird enough to people, so he throws all caution to the wind and goes all-in on being weird. i know that when i realized i was "too weird" for others, i just stopped caring, and that's how i got into many of my favorite things- like OFF, house of leaves, etc etc. if they thought i was weird then, i don't really want to know what they think i am now, especially since i'm out here playing obscure meta rpgs or reading books that require me to flip them around.

overall, i think the representations of autistic people in media have a long way to go. there is still a critical shortage of autistic poc in media, and many representations of autism are still influenced by the savant stereotype we see with spencer reid (see: the good doctor) and there's still a variety of symptoms that haven't been shown accurately yet. i'm very proud of where we've come, though- now, i can see an incredibly accurate portrayal of myself in laios, but there's still many autistic people who haven't seen someone they can relate to on the silver screen.

[rinrinx2]

What would rin dad do of enemy got ahold of his and wife? Like kidnapped them and sent him video of them tied up

Maybe bonten too

Thank you and have a nice evening

Okay thought this would be best as a HC

Hope you like it.

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How Bonten Reactions to you and Renzo getting kidnapped pt 1

Characters: Rindou, Ran, Sanzu, Kakucho + Mochi

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood, kinda gore, kind of emotional.

There you and Renzo lie in a dimly lit room both you and your son bound to a bed looking malnutritioned and bruised beyond recognition as you pleaded with whoever to have your release or at least you sons. Begging your captors to let your son go, "Please his innocent, just let him go. I'll pay how much you want. PLEASE!" You screamed over and over. Your screams becoming more distant and quiet as the video came to an end.

*Rindou is away on a business trip in the HCs of Rans, Sanzu and Kaku + Mucho *

Rindou

Rindo doesn't even get halfway through the video, his already tracking the number that sent him that disgusting video.

He finds your location in less than 25 minutes.

The moment he walks into your captors, before your captors can even offer him a price for your release, Rindou is already letting off load after load.

He doesn't care who his shooting whether they're an important Yakuza boss or some low life underling. All he sees is red knowing that they have his family bound up hurt.

The moment his sure everyone is dead he rushes to find the two of you. His frantic like an animal on the hunt. He needs to find you. He feels like his going to go crazy unless he finds you.

When he finally here's your cries in a room in the furthest part of the house. He rushes in quickly undoing your bondages.

"Check on Renzo first" you say before Rindou can assess your wounds

His mind is racing he only wants to find Renzo now, and when he does a feeling of relief washes over him.

Once both you and Renzo are safe, he assesses your wounds.

"We're fine Rin, please let's just leave before they come after us"

"They're dead" Rindou says as he continues looking up and down your arms before grabbing at his sons face and checking his bruises.

The next day every major Yakuza boss receives the head of a member of the gang who attempted to kidnap you.

A warning to any gang who attempts to pull the same stunt.

Ran

When the video finishes Ran quietly puts his suit jacket on. He drives quietly in his car humming sum tune every now and then until his GPs tells him his reached his destination.

Ran stands outside the massive house waiting for someone to answer and while he waits he loads his gun with a smile, until finally he hears the door open.

"Who the fuck are you, you're not Rin-"

BANG

Ran's not going to let anyone finish speaking, all he sees is targets for his bullets.

Ran walks calmly through the house unloading his bullets into every person as he hums the same melody from the car.

Until finally he finds the main boss behind the gang who has his sister-in-law and nephew captives.

"I was having such a good day. My brother finished a deal in China for Bonten and I just recieved a new watch only for you to ruin my day with that video. You're lucky Rindou didn't see it before me, because he would've shot you straight in the brain letting you off with a peaceful death, but me I'm about to make learn the meaning of pain" Ran says with a smile as the a switch blade presses against the Yakuza bosses neck.

When Ran finds you he releases both you and Renzo, making sure to bring the young boy to you so that you can make sure his okay. He looks the two of you over eyeing that you're not hurt badly.

The moment the three of you reach his car Ran's demeanor changes.

"How about a quick McDonald's trip before I take you and mum to the infirmary"

When Rindou asks Ran the next day about what had occurred, Ran doesn't say much he just shows Rindou the thumbs of the Yakuza boss.

Sanzu

Sanzu just like Rindou can't even watch the video complete. The minutes he sees your distress face as well as Renzo's his a mad man. No one and nothing can stop him now.

His speeding throught the streets not caring what accidents he causes, he only cares about getting to you and Renzo.

When he finally arrives his knocking the door down, laughing like a maniac.

"HERE'S SANZU" he exclaims with a smile pulling out both his katana and hand gun.

His going ballistic laughing and smiling as he minces people to pieces not caring if he hurts himself in the process.

"You thought you could hurt them. Hahaha you guys think I'd let that happen"

Sanzu has everyone down with 10 minutes.

His quick to reach the two of you and when you eyes see his figure you're more concerned about him, with the gnashing wounds and blood pouring from his face.

Sanzu quickly undoes your bondages and hold both you and Renzo close scared that you'll dissappear if he let's go.

When Rindou comes back immediately the next day from his business travels after hearing what had occurred.

"Thank you for looking after my family while I was gone. I can't thank you enough"

"It's no problem got to show Renzo my cool superhero skills" Sanzu says nonchalantly .

Kakucho + Mochi

The minute the video ends and composure Kakucho had was long gone.

The thought of someone hurting a mother and her son makes him sick to his stomach, he can't imagine the type of pain you must be in but he sure as hell going to make your captors feel all sorts of pain

He leaves within an instant abandoning any work that needed to be done, which causes suspicion within the office. Causing Mochi to follow after him.

When Kakucho arrives at the grimy looking house his mildly surprised to see Mochi standing besides him.

"They have (Y/N) and Renzo in here" is all Kakucho says before Mochi can ask any questions.

"I'll fight, you get em" is all Mochi says in return.

Mochi knocks the doors down and starts a distraction as Kakucho goes searching for the two of you.

The sounds of Mochi guns drowning out your cries to be released.

Kakucho begins to panic as struggles to find you until finally Mochi's gun quiets and his able to hear you faint please for help.

Kakucho sees you and begins to tear at the sight of your distressed body and Renzo's tired body. He quickly unties the both of you.

"Don't worry you're safe now" Kakucho says with tears slipping down his cheeks as he carries both you and Renzo out.

When Rindou comes searching for you, he finds you in the infirmary. Kakucho at your side.

"Are they okay?"

"Yes I'm sorry for taking so long to help them"

"No it's fine Kaku. Thank you so much, for saving them while I was away."

"Don't thank me alone, Mochi also helped"

"Argh don't mention it" Mochi says as he pushes the curtain of his infirmary bed away.

"Saving people is what we do" Mochi says as he holds a cloth to his bullet wound.

"Ending em too" Mochi adds.

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Hope you guys like it and if you'd like a part 2 with Mikey, Takeomi and Koko let me know

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[ikkosu]

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How do you think Met Prowl would handle an injured human💚.

As always you have lovely writing and I adore everytime I see you when I’m scrolling or when I see you in my inbox💚

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GOSH PROWL,,, this man would not let whoever hurt his human scamper out scathe free.

Prowl has anger issues, yes. He's angry like half of his lifetime so nobody ever really bats an eye. But they know the only closest person to ever subdue his aggressive tendency to obliterate a fucking room, is you.

(They know for a fact that prowl would never hurt you, even when he's utterly pissed)

The moment they see you're there, in a puddle of crimson, half-conscious. They halt — literally freeze into place because Prowl is unusually calm standing before the con.

Unlike his usual scowl, this is a stare that pierces right through everyone's spark. Prowl calmly walks past the con, to his human and assessed the injury. Con is a bit baffled by the blatant ignoring and watches as he hands you over to Ratchet

(who, for once, has a demure attitude, unusually quiet with a concerned expression.)

But the concern isn't for prowl.

The rest of the crew watches as Prowl, with the calmness of a gentle breeze, obliterate the con. He's not even trying. Not even trying to throw jabs. Just lazily dodging, throwing hooks, throwing cuts that sting and he'll make sure to draw out the pain as long a possible.

He values efficiency, but sometimes unconventional means would have to be used when a certain kind of obstacle is faced.

Anyways, the con gets utterly destroyed (sent to med-bay where the medics would do their 'rounds' on them) and he scampers just in time they're dressing your wounds.

Prowl barges in and says he'll be taking over. The nurses are confused because what the hell is a robot doing here— but, is left no room for protest as he gives them the glare (tm).

They scuttle out without a moment's notice.

And, ohhh boy is he gentle with his human

:( his servos, once taut always so ready to pounce, wrap the bandages around their limbs with such care, it bores the weight of a feather. His other servo cradles your head and a digit it's rubbing against your cheek.

For once, prowls making a face that's not a scowl, and something akin to distraught. At that he feels disconcerted, for someone who preaches about logical thinking — he's incredibly emotional, right now, and would want nothing better than the bright smile and pull of your face.

He pulls you flushed to his chassis and closes his optics.

[auspicioustidings]

EEE

The pound being a correction facility, their goal to correct the behavior of the pets as quickly as possible. I can imagine their not very interested in doing it themselves most of the time.

Probably machine based punishments, sensory deprivation, bound in place to a machine or vibe or something, leaving the pet there for extended periods of time till the pound gets the results they want ><

Anon, you are a genius! Also FYI things are very bad and no good below the cut.

When you are taken nobody talks to you and in your state you don't really care. Graves gives you a thorough physical exam, it's all sterilised and clinical how he slides gloves fingers into you and presses everywhere to see where gets a reaction. He uses a speculum to hold you open and prod about your cervix, he flushes out your system with an enema, his fingers spend ten minutes examining you mouth, feeling all around your soft palat, caressing each tooth and testing your gag reflex thoroughly.

It's a new kind of violation because it's so impersonal. This isn't being a pet, it's the cold examining of some wild animal.

It's always Graves at the end of the week performing his exams. They range from just a thorough cleaning to him piercing a metal tag through your clit that lists his clinical notes on your vagina. Sometimes he gives you injections and you don't know what they are, you only know that at least one made you feel like you were so tight his finger may as well have been a battering ram. But you would take him and his shadow "nurses" over Konig and his kortac "trainers".

Konig is a scary man just by sheer size. He does speak to you, yells at you, barks orders. They are all in Austrian and you don't understand, but then given how he delights in punishing you for it you think that's the idea. He's the one who uses machines.

It's what gets him off really. He loves watching you immobile, folded in half and held in a perspex box with only your head and your holes sticking out. There's a scoreboard on the wall. Each of his people gets an hour with you a week and whoever has wrung the most orgasms from you gets bought a beer. They get creative. Anytime you think you get used to one contraption, they produce another.

Some of them come in and see the board before deciding that they're not going to win that week, so they don't need to make any of this hour pleasurable for you (not that the orgasms feel pleasurable anymore, the overstimulation is painful). Those weeks are the worst because it usually starts a train reaction. When someone comes in and sees your pussy covered in marks from being paddled they forget all about the initial competition and see who can make you scream the loudest instead.

The only reason you have any concept of time is because they theme it sometimes. On Halloween week they all dressed up. Horangi was the worst because he dressed as a baseball fury and spent the hour seeing just how much of that bat you could take.

But between their visits you are left alone. The room is bright, no decoration. There is nothing to distract your mind from the constant vibration on your clit and the machines fucking your pussy or ass or both. Sometimes there are clamps on your nipples, sometimes not. If Konig is in a bad mood you have a machine fucking your throat as well. If he's in a good mood he might take you out for a bit to strap you to his torso so he can go about his day with his cock being warmed inside you. At least then there is some distraction because it's starting to be worse when you're alone than when they are there. That's why the training works, it makes you so needy for any external interaction that you are willing to be whatever slut they want if they'll just spend some time with you.

The man responsible for turning you into an attack dog is called Nikto. He is violent and you never see his face. You did not know there were men that existed as cruel and cold as him. When he gets you, you have to be sent to recovery for a week. If it wasn't so horrific what he does to you then you could almost see the bright side because recovery is with Mace and Roze. You don't see them outside of recovery, but they don't ever hurt you during. The small kindness they give you is so foreign in this place that everytime you just sob for hours while they comfort you. It's all part of the process of course, all part of breaking you down and then getting you attached.

Within a few months they have their perfect dog. Takes whatever you give her because she's so desperate for anything at all. Attacks on command because anything Mace tells her to do must be for her own good. Is kept the perfect specimen through the "medical" team.

They think they have you right where they want you. But there is always a final test. And they did not anticipate how you would react. After all, so many people who work at the pound were animals once themselves, broken and moulded to break and mould the next generation. It was hubris really, to capture good boy. It was arrogance to think they had you so well trained as theirs that you would follow orders to treat him how they treated you. It's what ultimately leads to you busting both of you the hell out of there.

[fangirltothefullest]

You need to go on this spam journey with me.

I will never open spam mail. Ever. But GODS I love peeking into my spam box sometimes and just reading the headers. TONS of fake paypal invoices, randos telling me about penis enlargement supplements and watches. My College sold my email which is fucking wild but that's why I have so much now and it's fun to take a peek and laugh at the silliness of the headers alone. My new favourite is tracking the ever fake and weird "life" of one totally real and not an automated bot Pace Kross, the everyperson with the email of jmackcross29 that have been dropping in my spam box since June.

"Pace Kross" is so busy in my spam box you guys. It begins on June 23rd, so simple..... (Read this in the most soap opera voice you can)

They're trying to link me totally not suspicious New York Times pet care articles. How lovely! They follow up with one of these:

A true person of culture: pets and traveling. And this of course is followed by a no subject email....

I am not interested, Pace Kross, you must step up your game. I shan't be swayed by your little games.

But then it gets intimate!

(don't be fooled it was not sent on June 17th, Pace Kross is a bit of a fibber)

They have photos they want to give me to send their love! Aww~! How very sweet! But then! Pace Kross's life takes a TURN!

Suddenly they want me to call because it's an "emergent"!! One that their physical health problems are causing them to be unable to do anything about!! TRAGIC!

I will never answer you Pace Kross.... what will you do?

Turns out I don't have to! And neither does whoever Kelsey is! My sister? My lover? My mother? Either way, crisis averted! And then we get more lore on my new relationship with this mysterious Pace Kross......

What am I celebrating 10 years of? New Development! I simply must know! am I engaged to this Kelsey? Am I married? IS it the anniversary of my birth? When I got my first car? What will their next email be?

July 1st- of course it's time to talk about fireworks. I now have new information! I must live on the East River! I learn new things about myself every day, thank you Pace Kross.

We are presented next with what must surely be photos of 4th of July. But who is Mack Danger? Is he with me? Is he my beloved? Is it our anniversary? The intrigue! Why is Pace Kross sending me these photos for Mack Danger's eyes and Mack Danger's eyes alone???

I will receive no answer, for I shan't open them.

July 5th, it is Christmas in July, of course, how could I forget. The plot unfolds- I have spent time with Pace Kross. I surely must know Pace Kross intimately to have such moments as reflecting on commercials that remind us of one another. Do not fret dear Pace Kross, I shall always be reminded of you whenever I see a commercial that establishes very little and leaves me questioning the product <3

But things take yet another turn.....

One must never argue politics, Pace Kross, you do not know what will be coming after all, immediately following your email.....

Is one from who I can only assume is your angry spouse! Alas, it too goes unanswered.

What follows are more emails for Mack Danger's eyes only. Impeccable curiosity spiking here... but I respect the privacy of anyone named Mack Danger.

Mack Danger must surely be a spy, after all, to merit such secrecy, and Pace Kross must be his informant. It only makes sense. It even says "top secret". The machinations unfold.....

And now the day arrives....

July 8th: It is my 10 year anniversary and I finally have context as to why Pace Kross was so upset they could not attend..... I am their beloved daughter! SHOCKING REVELATIONS ALL AROUND! A reel for my big day follows, of course.

Reminiscing got to them because they follow the big day with this:

I can only imagine this is Mack Danger they are speaking of in Philadelphia, followed by the pain they feel in missing me.

It leaves only more questions.

Was I put up for adoption at a young age? Dear me, what could have separated us?

July 16th: Mack Danger is now in Togo..... perhaps he knows why we are estranged. Was I kidnapped? Is there a ransom spam bot wanting you to pay to free me, Pace Kross? It's me I am here, your totally real and not fabricated estranged daughter and whoever Kelsey is... is likely here with me. Was that the emergent? Is Mack Danger on the case? Is that why I needn't have called any more?

July 20th, the last thing Pace Kross has sent to me. It holds no information, just an attachment I can only guess at. *stares into the middle distance*

I can only assume that whatever government had all those secrets has gotten to Pace Kross. I hope their dear angry spouse, Joan Kross, who is also probably from jmackross29@gmail, does not miss them too much.

[tac0tesseract]

Time Split

((Edit: Tumblr keeps eating the time-split formatting so I'm putting it in as an image instead fhejrkfhjkehjk ))

“Try it on me.”

“I will not.”

“But I have to understand.” Emma grinned, holding her arms out to the side as if needing to make herself a larger target somehow mattered here. “I can't get better at this if I can't think the way that you do.”

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You know that's not how it works.”

“I knooooowwww, but I can at least do my best to get as close as possible. That's why we're such a good team! I do the 3D-thinking, you do the 4D, and by our powers combined…”

The smile grew. “We're invincible.”

“Yes!”

Sam sighed, though the smile remained, and he paced a little upon his projection pad. She got the sense he'd be pacing the room if he could; that he'd love nothing more than to move around so freely. It was an existence he did his best not to think about – genuinely desiring the orderly reprieve his chains brought him, while fiercely lamenting their limits. Emma wanted to do more research on how to extend his reach, but she knew that particular search history would not go unnoticed – or appreciated – on their network. Queen was giving her enough grief over Sam as it was.

“Very well,” Sam said at last. “But if I sense even a mote of discomfort, I'm returning you to normal.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Of course it's going to be uncomfortable. I'm a monkey! You've gotta give me time to get used to it.”

That seemed to amuse him. The flowing nebula of his hair rippled in what she'd come to know was his silent laughter. Without further ceremony, Sam extended a hand to her with his fingers pinched together. And when he opened them

It was in that instant that her own startled will kicked in, and Emma somehow snapped herself back into one piece. She sat on the floor like she'd just fallen down the stairs and stared up at him moon-eyed. His arms were still extended as if he'd meant to catch her. Sam slowly straightened. His hair went wild.

“Well that's new.”

“Have you ever used it on a person before?”

“You know how I'm going to answer that.”

Right. Never ask 'have you ever' of a Didymos.

~*~

It was a strange memory to recall in this moment, but Emma couldn't help it – not as she watched the truck-bomb split with that same telltale static that had once enveloped her. She hadn't asked Sam to do it; he'd simply deemed it necessary, knowing full well the weight of the payload it carried and how many lives depended on it. She braced for the question as to why there were two trucks now. Feren was the only other person here who wasn't spooked by NHPs; probably better to blame the time-split on the Lich and call it a day.

That sent her mind sliding elsewhere, to their earlier conversation – to the idea that she had apparently sent herself a warning from a reality where Sam wasn't there. Emma supposed that there was a timeline where Boss hadn't acquired a Didymos, either because he couldn't or didn't want to, but – surely that was a reality where either Sai got the Lich like he was supposed to, or Emma was too batshit to send herself a warning in the first place. No...the only thing that made sense was that she had somehow lost Sam in that failed timeline. And that thought...that thought made her ill.

Can't trust her...

Was the warning about Sam's killer?

“Argh. Focus...” she muttered at herself, drawing a concerned side-glance from his projection.

“Emma?”

“I'm fine. Careful with the time stuff, though. These guys aren't like our home crew, they're...kinda jumpy about it.”

“I'm not worried.”

She chuckled. “Clearly.”

He turned to her screens, as if he had the physical need to look at them. “Got the virus loaded? I'll help you deliver it. Not expecting much, but I'd still like to see whoever's in there try to keep pace with me.”

“Ooooh, I do like when you get like that, though.” Emma was suddenly glad her helmet was on, so he couldn't see how red she was.

It was a welcome distraction, though.

Over six hundred and thirty people were relying on them.

Once this started, it would be utter pandemonium.

She couldn't afford to think too much right now.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

You said to send asks about your AUs, so here I am. Angel Neil basically died, sky daddy (or whoever) told him "protect this guy" and was sent on his merry way, no context whatsoever. Honestly, poor guy. Does he know the full extent of his angel powers? Did he have to try them out, or was he just gifted with the knowledge of how to use them? Sometimes I think about Angel Neil and how lonely he must feel, staying on all of those rooftops, and then I get sad. Do all the people who die become guardian angels, or only a sect of them? What happens to the others? Where is Mary? Hell, heaven, is she also a guardian angel, or is she just gone? This is why I don't send asks about your AUs because if I start yapping, I won't stop :')

Yes I did! Thank you for sending this! <3 I'm going to answer under the cut so my insane rambles won't annoy anyone.

So, yeah... Neil died, became an angel, and was told his job was taking care of Andrew. Then poof, he was sent to the Columbia house. (He died in July so they were out of class still.) Neil got his charge mixed up with Aaron a lot at first, because... Twins. But eventually figured them out. (Thankfully. Lol imagine if he'd accidentally appeared to the wrong one.)

He doesn't know about all his angel powers! He's figuring things out as he goes. On his own even in his afterlife. (So Neil of him.) So, yeah. It took him a while to realize he had wings. Longer still to figure out how to work them. He can miracle pain away. And the knife appeared suddenly with no warning. Like... He's got all these amazing things he doesn't know how to control that well. :') Poor baby.

Yeah. :( Most of Neil's spare time is spent just lying on rooftops and watching the sky. Sometimes he sleeps when Andrew does, sometimes he doesn't. He doesn't really have to, after all. Sometimes he'll watch games with Kevin, sometimes he sits on the roof of Andrew's car while they're driving and he almost feels alive.

Not everyone becomes a guardian angel. Just those who don't really fit in anywhere else? Neil didn't subscribe to religion. He didn't fit into Heaven or Hell because of things he'd had to do to survive... So it was either Angel or Ghost? But SOMEONE (I can't tell you who) realized that Andrew needed to be watched over and Neil just so happened to get the job.

Mary was Neil's guardian angel for a while after she died. Then she crossed a line (she killed a human for looking at her son wrong and said human wasn't going to hurt Neil) and was removed from her position for taking an innocent life. Not sure what her fate was, but she is gone now.

Also, if you read to the bottom, hi! <3 Thank you so much for asking these questions. I honestly really appreciate it and I would love to answer any more you have! (If I can do so without spoiling anything that comes later.) Seriously! I love talking about my writing and this sort of thing helps me world build a little if that makes sense?i

[bellarkeselection]

Hello there 🙋🏻‍♀️! I just heard that you want Daemon and Jace requests, and I did a victory lap because they're my favorite boys! 🥳!

I was thinking to start with a Daemon oneshot where the Reader is lady in court and always found herself attracted to older, centered people instead of young rash men; and that makes Daemon feels smug that he holds her heart despite the young lords vying for her attention.

I hope this is what you were looking for, have a lovely day 💐

She Favors A Rogue Dragon

It wasn't unusual for us to want something we can't have. Everyone does it. Crave something that makes them afraid of getting caught by someone else. That's how I felt about the Dragon prince Daemon Targaryen. Typically most girls at court went for the ones that were much younger, the ones who were rash and thought that they needed to show off. But my heart was drawn to the opposite. The ones that are more centered and all that. Daemon knows what he wants even if they can't have everything they want in life. I was the lady Stark of Winterfell spending my time in court searching for a husband to better my house. At least that is what my mother sent me here for. I didn't get much of a say in it but I didn't regret that she had made me come because I wouldn't have met the dragon prince. "They all stare at you, little Stark. They each want a chance to be with you. Do you realize how alike we are in a matter such as that."

Daemon shrugged on his tunic shirt watching me as I attempted to tie the back of my dress on again. I had started wearing his tunics when we would meet in secret but we wouldn’t sleep together just yet. I didn’t care about the whispers that may come from this. He charms my heart and he knew it too well. He absolutely loved knowing that it bugged the others. “I don’t care what those others think, Daemon. You once told me when I first got here that it didn’t matter who I married. I would still - we would still fall in love with whoever we wanted and no one could stop us. And it’s that thrill that I love about you. You truly are a rogue dragon prince.” Wrapping my arms around his neck he tugged me into his chest running his fingers through my tousled hair kissing me deeply. I kissed him gripping the fabric of his shirt in my fingers.

He has me jump wrapping my legs around his waist having me lean into his embrace until we needed air. He sat me on my feet tucking hair behind my ear then gently pushing us through the door and into the hallway. Removing my hand from his I smirked seeing the other lords were eyeing us. Smirking back to the dragon prince I spun on my feet leaning up on my toes kissing him softly. “I’ll see you later my prince…let’s see how annoyed we can make them.” Before I could walk away he grabbed my wrist spinning me back into his arms smirking as he crashed his lips onto mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him back deeply. “Oh darling you have no idea how angry they will be if one day we get married and you become a Targaryen by my side.” They could all stare but I only had eyes for Daemon in front of me.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[dragonmarquise]

New BRC AU/headcanon/fan fic idea/etc., also kind of a sequel to my "Rise and Devil Theory possible connections" post from a while back.

So in the Jet Set Radio games, there's a gang called Poison Jam. People have already pointed out a couple of similarities between them and Devil Theory, mainly design-wise. In JSR Future, they're led by Cube, who eventually joins the protags' group.

So then if we're already pointing out parallels between Poison Jam and Devil Theory, here's a neat idea: Rise being the secret leader of Devil Theory! It'd be another possibility of how she'd be allowed on Pyramid Island without getting hassled by them.

More rambling under the cut!

Now getting into a few more probable specifics about how this could work:

Though first, regardless of how she's the leader, she never reveals the truth to anyone. She's still got a reputation to maintain! Maybe Tryce or someone else on BRC figures things out and tries to accuse her, but she just replies, "That's a very dangerous accusation to make." Meanwhile whoever accuses her starts feeling like they're being watched... 😈

After DT gets kicked out of Mataan and get settled on Pyramid Island, they start getting sick of Rise as their leader. Maybe they blame her for losing to DJ Cyber (since they got kicked out of Mataan, they probably lost to FUTURISM), and getting sent to the island. So they're trying to figure out how to oust her from the crew, though Rise is aware of this and keeping an eye on them.

Alternatively, Rise is the one upset at DT for losing and getting them all shuffled onto the island. So she's looking for ways to cut her losses with them and join a whole new crew by herself.

It could also be both sides being mad at each other for the loss. :P

So either way, BRC comes along and Rise tests them. Once they impress her enough, she cuts her losses with her old crew and joins BRC!

Whether or not Rise is aware of DT's dealings with the cops could also factor into this, like what I mentioned at the end of that other post. She could be the one who encouraged them to use the police to help get rid of their competition in the first place!

But then either A: she has a change of heart after joining BRC and stops doing that, or B: DT take the whole thing too far, including the deal with Faux to help him, so then she just stops because of that.

Also, another idea! DT start making deals with the cops and Faux without telling Rise at all. When she finds out, that's around the time BRC show up on the island. She's angry that her own crew went behind her back like this, so then this leads to her testing and then joining BRC.

Actually, speaking of Faux: When Devil Theory get beat by DJ Cyber and FUTURISM then sent to the island, they stage a mutiny and kick Rise out of their crew, blaming her for it. Meanwhile, they start making deals with Faux, who in turn directs them to rat other writers to the police. Faux basically makes himself their new leader, or at least makes them think that. He either wants them as his own crew because he wants to fight against DJ Cyber and FUTURISM, or otherwise he just wants to trick DT and wipe them out easier when he starts his All City King plan.

In this scenario, Rise could be on the island with them because she's trying to figure out some sort of revenge against them for kicking her out (possibly why she "helps" BRC and eventually joins them instead). Otherwise, maybe she finds out about DT's dealings with Faux and the cops, and is mainly keeping an eye on them moreso out of worry. They kicked her out, but she still cares about whether or not they get hurt. Or maybe it's more like a "waiting for the future drama with popcorn ready" situation where she wants to see how bad their karma will get, lol

Bonus scenario: Rise says in the game when she joins BRC, "I will allow ya crew to join me." Maybe, she means BRC joining her... and the rest of Devil Theory. She could very well still see herself as DT's leader even after joining BRC. And in turn, DT still see her as their leader, possibly why the DT member in the post game is actually willing to give BRC a chance to beat his score and make him join.

So then she shows up at the BRC hideout with the rest of Devil Theory in tow!

Tryce: "I'm sorry, what the hell is going on here?"

Rise: "Don't worry, they're all housetrained."

Tryce: "That is not what I'm asking here and you know it."

Rise: "Look, they'll behave if I tell them to behave, and we're genuinely here to join with BRC from now on. So don't worry about it, yeah?"

(also probably Rise x Devil Theory polyamory in this scenario, maybe, lol)

[imagineanime2022]

Deadly Assassin

Ciel Phantomhive (Platonic) X Assassin!Reader Sebastian Michaelis (Platonic) X Assassin!Reader

Word Count: 1256

Requested: Anon

Request: I love your writing so much♡. I just thought of Sebastian with a teen assassin partner? Like if you watch HxH (its fine if not:)) their personality is sort of like Killua and they're really strong that even their aura can make others shake? They don't have to be romantic, it could be platonic with Sebby. Sorry if this is too much thank you😭😭😭. AND Hi! I love your writings, what if Sebastian met a Zoldyck reader? Like at first, that assassin was actually the first one to slip in the manor and almost killed Ciel without Sebastian noticing, and Sebastian got so mad, however Ciel was interested in us because he's just like that, almost like the Zoldyck reader could actually kill both Ciel and Sebby but instead Ciel offerred us money and protect him from other assassins. This is probably too much but thank you for accepting requests♡

You had been sent to kill the head of the Phantomhive family, there were other family looking to take he place of the young leader, once he was dead the company would go on the market that was what everyone was waiting for but it seemed that someone had gotten inpatient and hired you to move it along, you didn’t care to find out his name, you cared how much they were going to pay you.

Getting into the house was easy there was one capable butler, who was stretch between the rest of the clueless staff, you easily snuck past them, through the house until you found the office that you were looking for, you slipped in completely unnoticed, Ciel the boy you had been sent to kill looked up at you “who are you?” He asked. “No point in telling you, you won’t be alive long enough to use the information.” You muttered, the aura around your body rooted the boy in place, you moved too fast for him to track and before he knew what happened you were standing behind him, leaning against the chair that he was sitting in. “Have you ever thought about how you are going to die?”

Sebastian had just finished scolding Rin, Boldaroy and Finny when he caught sight of something he really didn’t think that he’d see around the manor. “What are you doing here?” He asked, as William came to stand in front of him. “It seems that someone else has taken your prey.” William said as he looked up at the window of the room that Ciel had been working in. “What are you talking about?” Sebastian asked. “Who knew that there was an assassin that could best even you.” William pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before turning away from Sebastian completely. “Assassin… Ciel.” Sebastian turned towards the house and set off to save his master.

You sat on the desk facing Ciel, playing with the knife that you would ultimately use to kill him “come on you have to have thought about it a little bit…” you stabbed the knife into the desk and leaned forward, you smirked as you looked at the sweat rolled down his forehead “I shouldn’t play with my prey…” You lifted the knife to his neck, as you attempted to slash a knife was thrown at you hand, you used the knife to deflect it before your eyes glanced back to see the demon standing behind you. “Demon butler.” “You know what I am?” Sebastian asked a small smirk on his face, he could feel the aura coming from you, it made him stagger for a second before he entered and now it was directed at him and it almost pinned him in place. “My family needs to know what you are if they are going to work effectively for those they are hired by.” You answered. “Same with the Reapers and the Angels.” “I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the young master.” Sebastian said. “Or…” You teased, you heard the shot, you felt the pressure change, whoever was trying to hit you trusted their skills considering how close you were to the Ciel. You moved quickly, you were on the other side of the room as Sebastian caught the stray bullet taking his place in front of Ciel. “Are you okay, young master?” He asked. “I’m fine.” He answered. “Would you like me to get rid of them?” Sebastian asked. “I would prefer that they joined the staff.” Ciel answered and you both looked at him. “Who hires the person that has been hired to kill him?” You asked. “They’re dangerous. I think we should just kill them now.” Sebstian said. “You think you can kill me?” You asked, you reached behind you taking out a different knife, one that was slightly longer than your other one, it had latin writing on the blade verbi divini minister. “Servant of the divine word… That knife, how did you get that?” Sebastian asked. “What is that?” Ciel asked. “The only blade in the possession of humans that can kill a demon.” You answered. “I could kill you both.” “Yet you haven’t.” Ciel said leaning forward, now more confident with Sebastian in the room. “You’re bored, I can see it in your eyes.” “Your point?” You asked. “I can offer you something more fun.” Ciel smiled as he leaned forward on his interlocked fingers. “More fun?” You asked. “I am the queen's guard dog after all. Plus I’ll pay you for your services.” Ciel reminded you. You eased up as you slipped both the knives back into their sheath and shrugged your shoulders stuffing your hands in your pocket. “I hope you know what you're offering.” You mumbled.

Weeks later Sebastian had gotten used to the feeling of you being in the house, while you weren’t always the most productive, you did stop the others from burning the house down or causing some other mischief, you provided a friend for Ciel to play games with but one day Sebastian felt a shift in your aura it turned to a quaking fear something he had never felt from you in any situation it worried him. He found you on the grounds, Finny was standing behind you seemingly trying to get your attention while your eyes trained on the person in front of you. “(Y/N) this is where you’ve been hiding… What are you doing here?” The person in front of you asked, they looked like you, a sibling maybe but you seemed so scared of them. “It’s time to finish the contract and come home.” They ordered as they reached out for you. “Now, now, I’ll have to ask that you don’t remove any of the staff from the grounds.” Sebastian gave a fake smile as his body blocked yours from view. “Finny please take (Y/N) inside.” “Of course Sebastian.” Finny led you back inside and Sebastian turned back to the person in front of him. “Can I ask what you want from (Y/N)?” Sebastian asked. “It’s a family matter.” They answered. “Well don’t you worry they are being well looked after here, you have nothing to worry about, Master Ciel pays them well.” Sebastian said. “You can’t keep them hidden from me forever, your master’s name is still on the job list, someone will come for him and when they do (Y/N) will let him die.” They explained and Sebastian glanced back towards the house. “Thank you for the warning.” He said waving as your sibling glared at him and walked away, as he had expected they were not going to fight him given the fact that you still had the knife.

Sebastian found you in the house after he was sure that your sibling was gone. “I’ve never seen you afraid.” He spoke as he walked into the room, you didn’t say anything “did they do something to you?” “I don’t know… I can’t remember, I’ve never been able to stand up to them.” You explained “they taught me never to take part in a fight that I could not win and to never go against the family.” “Taught you?” He asked. “I…” You frowned. “You must learn to overcome this teaching or you’ll end up getting someone killed, you don’t have to worry about a fight that you can’t win, I will always be here to catch what you can not. As for turning against your family, are you not part of a new one?”

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Hey Bestie! 🥰

Can I request some headcanons about when they would hear that reader died and then the relief when it's wrong news?

Thank you!! ❤️

ps: only if you got time for it and you're up for it of course, love ;)

Hiya Bestie! 🤗 Sorry it took me a minute to get to 💕 I hope I got all the ones that you wanted

Don Malarkey

He walks into a room only for everyone to stop talking and stare at him

His heart immediately sinks because that's never a good sign

Someone (probably one of the other NonComs, but he can't remember which) takes him aside and tells him about the report that just came in

He's not exactly sure what happens after that. He knows that he goes off on his own and lights a cigarette, but he can't remember how he got there or why he came

All he knows is that you're gone, which can't be right, and he can't wrap his head around the whole thing -

"Don?"

The second that he sees you he drops his cigarette in disbelief

Because you're actually here and he's never been so relieved to see anyone in his whole life

Whoever sent in the wrong news is gonna have hell to pay for scaring him like that if he ever finds out who it was

Edward "Babe" Heffron

The news comes as a complete and total shock to him

His friends watch him carefully, waiting to see what he needs, because you two meant everything to each other, so obviously this is gonna have an effect on him

Like when Julian died in Bastogne, he just kinda . . . shuts down

Staring off into space, not really talking to anyone or reacting to anything

When another report comes in with new information - you're name isn't on the casualty list - he's worried to get his hopes up

When you make it back to the rest of Easy, it's like watching him come back to life

He doesn't care who sees or if you get in trouble - he runs to you and kisses you like there's no one else in the world

Joseph Liebgott

He thinks that something has happened to you? His Villain Origin Story™️

No but for real

You mean so much to him. He's not the greatest with openly expressing his emotions/giving name to them, but he's been trying with you because he's never felt this way about anyone and now you're gone -

No one else in the company wants to go near him because he's seething and looks like he's about to explode

When you rejoin the company, he thinks that you're some sort of dream - too good to be true

But when he realizes that you're okay and that you're really there, he has no hesitation in running to you and showering you with hugs and kisses

The rest of the company has never had the privilege of seeing him so soft, and they don't dare tease him about it

"You always were an angel," you tells you with relief. "But don't you dare go turnin' into a real one on me"

Carwood Lipton

He is so stunned by the news that he just has to sit down for a second

Because he can't quite wrap his head around what he's hearing

Trying so hard to keep his cool

Honestly, bless the poor person who has to deliver the news to him, because they're probably shaking in their boots when they see his face

"Are you sure?"

He looks so heartbroken, but looks can be deceiving, and everyone wonders if he's about to lose his cool

Which he would never do in front of the men. That's why he goes off to a private place to grieve

When you reappear and he realizes that the news was wrong, he's so relieved that he cries as he hugs you and it gives him a new hope

Because what was the point of fighting the war without you?

Dick Winters

He's more confused than anything when word reaches him that you've died

He gets the report and is immediately grabbing gear and heading for the door

Because one way or another, he's going to bring you back, to see you one last time

Big Orpheus and Eurydice vibes, doing anything for the person that he loves the most

Sure, the rest of the company has seen him be strict and take charge during combat, but they've never seen him like this

It's a whole different kind of battle charge, and no one can stop him from going

Except for you

And when you walk through that door, he's never felt so relieved

All the fight melts right out of him as he rushes to make sure that you're okay

Don't expect to be sent into combat again for a while, because he's going to make sure that you stay out of harms way after that scare

Wayne "Skinny" Sisk

He doesn't believe the news for a second

You? The toughest person in the company dying? Yeah right, like you would ever let that happen

. . . but he does start to worry the more time that passes without hearing from you

He feels like he's going a little crazy, because all of his friends are just kind of staring at him like they're waiting for him to do something

Meanwhile he's just waiting for you and he's beginning to feel impatient

He's so desperate that he finds a quiet spot, kneels down and prays

Because he might be the local reprobate, but whatever deal he has to broker with the Big Fella Upstairs, he'll do it

You show up late in the night and all he can do is hug you close and keep whispering soft Oh my Gods and Thank Gods

"I thought you didn't believe in God, Skinny?"

He shrugs. "How can I not when there's an angel right in front of me?"

Floyd Talbert

Like Winters, he's determined to find you one way or another

There's no time for rank and formalities and all that - he'll deal with the upper brass later

Just as he's about to charge out to find you, you catch up with the company and everyone realizes that the report was wrong

You notice him armed to the teeth, ready and more than willing to sneak away and find you

"You would have done that for me?"

He doesn't even try to play it off all nonchalant - because he might have a reputation for being something of a player, but he's starting to realize that he's head over heals for you

"For you? I'd walk barefoot into hell."

Harry Welsh

He's one of the first people to get the news

And he knows right away that there must be some sort of mistake, because there's no way anything could have possibly happened to you

Right?

He starts trying to delegate his duties for the rest of the day, because the company might be on the move, but if you're out there somewhere, he doesn't want there to be any chance of you getting left behind

He's usually so calm and level-headed, no one has ever seen him like this

A couple of the other guys offer to go scouting to see if they can find you

When they bring you back, he's never felt more relieved to see you walk into a room

And he swears that he'll never take the sight for granted again

George Luz

Wildcard. The news comes in and no one has any clue how he's going to react

Yeah he's "the funny one", but he's a person and he has emotions, and most people have never seen him get upset before

But those who have know that he'll kind of bottle up those emotions. His humor turns darker and more bitter and he'll brush it off until he explodes

. . . so they decide to make sure that he's in a good place before anyone tries to tell him

His friends are just sitting him down to try to explain what they've heard when you reappear

Because he didn't know anything was wrong, he's just as happy to see you as he would normally be

However, when you hear the false rumor of your own death, you're pretty pissed with whoever incorrectly reported it

"Everyone thought that I was dead? And no one bothered to tell you?!"

"Not everyone," he smiles, hooking an arm around your waste. "I didn't know, but I wouldn't have believed it anyway. I've got way more faith in you then the rest of these chumps."

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