#not in any danger don't worry. im putting the body to bed for a bit.

[didyou-loseyourself]

okay.

[sulfies]

this been in my doc for a while decided to just put it here, Its a bit edgy lol and tbh Im just not that into this kind of dynamic to build upon it. I don't even know what I did w Desmond in my head the apple kinda put him in this restart/reboot stage where it will take a while for him to come back (if he ever does). also didn't rlly re-read or edit this so probably there are some typos :D enjoyyy I wont ever finish it

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“You cannot keep him here Ezio!”

“And where else? Don't suggest jail because I already told you he is of no danger to us!”

A Hand slammed on the table “How would you know! He has only been here for a week, It is not hard to keep up an act of mental handicap that long!”

“Machiavelli! Are you crazy-”

The door muffling the conversation slammed open with a boom of voices “Crazy?! The only crazy ones here is him and YOU for not getting rid of him, Ezio!”

The shouting figure pointed at him.

Desmond blinked slowly from where he was sitting.

“I know you are not as dumb as you talk to be Ezio , so please! This screams enemy spy all over the situation, please don't let the whole brotherhood be compromised for… him?”

Ezio sighed, he of course knew Machiavelli was right to be worried but he just did not understand it. He looked at Desmond's silent sitting form, as doll-like as ever. Barely blinking.

“I… listen if anything… anything happens it's on me okay Machiavelli?”

The other scoffed as he turned his back to exit “as if at any point of this I had a crumb of fault in on it, of course it's on you. Always is. Will bring the collapse of this branch just as you built it!” 

He stopped at the open door.

“When this goes all down, and you and I know both that it will, I will not help you clean it.”

Ezio smiled after him “You are the best…”

His reply was a slammed shut door.

“I swear he is nicer once he gets to know you” He turned to Desmond who stood exactly as he was left a moment ago. Ezio’s smile stood on his face.

“And he will come around… he just doesn’t get it but how can he?”

Walking next to him, his hand squeezed Desmond's knee.

“He doesn’t have what we share does he?”

His free hand clasped at the back of his neck and they stood there a bit with their foreheads touching as Ezio inhaled deeply.

“Let's get you ready for sleep”

He straightened up and pulled Desmond softly with him. He knew he could but Ezio was kind of glad he didn't need to carry him everywhere.

Desmond followed him silently as he was led through the hideouts halls and through the open door. Stopping only once the figure in the front did.

“There we are… was a busy day huh”

Ezio turned toward him, tugging at his hand delicately as he led him to sit down on the bed.

It was silent as Desmond got readied. Ezio took his time as he went over their now nighttime routine.

 His shirt and pants were peeled off of his skin, bearing the gold markings that covered his body onto night air. The origin points of the strange lines decorating his tan skin started from Desmond's left hand.

Ezio's finger gave a butterfly touch to one on his neck then pulled over a nightshirt to cover the man's whole form.

Next, his face was cleaned as Ezio wiped it with a damp warm cloth slowly, as if cleaning a beloved hand painted figurine. His fingers raked through his short curls giving them a brush they did not really need.

Few more extra steps and Ezio stepped back with a satisfied gaze. “My, now you look ready”

He lifted the blanket and patted for Desmond to get in “Time for sleep”

Desmond followed, laying down on the bed on his back, letting Ezio drape and tuck the blanket over him. Ezio hummed happily.

“Good night Desmond, go to sleep now”

Desmond's blank eyes stared back at him for a few more moments, his brown eyes gave a short low hum of golden glow before his eyelids closed over them.

Ezio squatted down near the bed and looked at Desmonds sleeping form for few minutes, listening to the mans almost dead silent breaths.

Satisfied, Ezio grunted in a job well done and stretched his back as he got up. Walking upto the couch facing the bed he plopped down face first onto it. Arranging himself to better see Desmond he got comfortable. It didnt take long for him to fall asleep with all the watching rather than keeping watch he did.

[hiraya-rawr]

I love your cat reader and Gorou fic!! It's so cute and fun and the with mentioning heats it got my mind spinning

Like imagine being in heat and having Gorou gently groom/coddle you to help distract you from the pain and get the attention you craved 🥺 I just think it'd be super cute

a/n: Anon you made me go research about cat heat symptoms and effects- hnnngggshhdj honestly such a cute idea!!! I love it so here's a brainrot. Although I did research about heats, im changing it a bit for the fic to work. please don't use this as a basis for what your cats are good through.

notes: istg it's a SFW brainrot, heats, Kätzlein Reader (Diona's cat bloodline), mutual pining!! sleep deprived work

masterlist | based on this drabble and this brainrot

Heats & Distractions (Cat!Reader x Gorou) SFW

Being a part of the Kätzlein clan had its difficulties; from controlling your natural instincts in front of your human comrades to dealing with your addiction to catnip, you handled them all through life long practice and discipline.

There are times when you have to keep your impulses in check though. Things like pouncing on birds and taking random naps were easily controlled — but other things, like reminding yourself that the ingrained feeling of danger around your general was just your cat side talking, was a bit more difficult to deal with.

Another issue was your heat. As the season of spring blossoms around Inazuma, your body begins to heat up in discomfort. It started as a numb ache in your lower stomach. The ache wasn't exactly painful, but it was bothersome enough to distract you from focusing on your tasks.

You keep dropping things and stumbling, mind hazy from heat and feeling constantly distracted. Kazuha's worried about you; He has an arm around your shoulder, taking your things instead and asking if you're feeling alright.

You reassure him that you're fine, just tired. You're a little shy about admitting that it's your heat. He encourages you to take a break in the medical quarters and before you could register where he's leading you, you're already on the way.

You don't want to go to the medical, though. They don't exactly have anything that could help you and revealing your... situation to any of the nurses and soldiers would only warrant teasing and jokes from the immature ones.

It was Gorou who stops you and Kazuha. He's standing in front of you two, eyeing you up and down. Kazuha explains the situation that you weren't feeling well and you, again, say you're fine.

Gorou sighs and brushes a hand through his hair, before taking you by the wrist away from the medical. "They're fine, Kazuha,"

Kazuha confusingly protests at his friend, but Gorou quickly turns to whisper to him.

"It's... a hybrid thing. It's spring." Gorou says and Kazuha, with realization dawning on his face, nods and lets you go with the general.

You're both alone now, in a corner by the training area when he stops to look at you again.

"Why are you out? Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I really am fine! I'm not sick. Kazuha's overreacting-"

"You do know I could smell your heat from a mile away?"

You freeze, mouth agape as you stare, blush rising to your face. He knew? Your long time crush since you arrived in the resistance knew? You didn't think it would be that obvious to another hybrid of a different species but it was slightly embarrassing.

"I thought I could ignore it!" You groan, admitting your situation, "It doesn't hurt much but I- just so-" You mutter off, dizzy.

Gorou sighs, "Let's get you to your barracks. As your general, I'm putting you on bed rest for the next few days. Or whatever long this takes."

You blush, following along as he guides you to your personal quarters.

Most days, you really were fine! Taking walks around the area and helping patrol, other days, you were a whining mess, purring and pawing at your bedsheets in discomfort. Had you been back in Mondstadt, perhaps you could've found ways to alleviate the symptoms from your clan, but here you were a thousand miles away fighting a dictatorship.

What you didn't expect was for the general to visit your quarters every so often. The first time he entered with a plate of salmon from the kitchen, your ears and tail perked up in excitement.

Forget the fact that your natural mortal enemy slash crush was in your room — he brought you salmon! He would sit by your bed, chatting about what was going on in the army. To you, it sounded like he was a soldier giving his daily reports, which you found funny considering he was the general.

It was when you realized how helpful it was as a distraction from the numbing ache did you learn to fully appreciate his presence.

Of course, heats don't usually go so smoothly. It was a particularly bad night when you crumpled yourself in bed, arms wrapping around your waist as the ache was starting dull your senses. You needed to feel something, anything to ground yourself back from your dizzy state.

Gorou walked in that night with a can of tuna. Something that was promptly ignored and left on your bedside as he rushed over to you. His hands gently on your shoulder.

"Hey hey, I'm here. You okay?" He worriedly thinks back to his own heats. He usually goes through them just fine, with the war being a good distraction, but he isn't sure how much dog heats and cat heats resemble in terms of treatment. He wasn't quite sure what to do for you.

"G-gorou!" You quietly sob, "I hate this! I- I need something- stimuli-!" Your hand reaches out to grip on his top. He sits on your bed, brushing away the strands of hair from your face.

"It's okay, you're okay," He reassures you, patting your head.

Your grip on his loosened as he brushes against your ears. A silence settles itself between you. He rubs both your ears gently, warm and calloused hands softly massaging the sensitive muscles. You sigh in relief, unconsciously snuggling up to his abdomen.

"Lay down with me," You mumble after a while of his massage. You were in a daze now, an almost drunken state of exhaustion from dealing with your heat. Gorou looks at you hesitantly before laying down next to you.

Your long tail finds its way on his stomach. He figures you wanted him to pet it as he carefully brushes through the fur.

"Don't you go through this too?" You ask, attempting to start a casual conversation. Your eyes were closed as you cuddle up to his side.

"Yeah but it's already over," He tells you, turning his head to look at you. Both your faces closer than necessary.

"I guess you don't have it as bad?" You giggle and he notices how much he likes the sound of your laugh.

"Not exactly. I mean, Kazuha and her excellency would help distract me whenever it gets too bad. But I guess you can say I know how you feel."

Suddenly, you groan and look up the ceiling, "This wouldn't be a problem at all if we had mates!"

"W-what!" Gorou sits up, face turning red.

"What? Why so blushy, general? I mean, wouldn't it be easier to go through heats with a lover-" You laugh, sitting up as well, "Unless... you were thinking that I wanted us to be mates-"

"No! Of course not," His ears twitch frantically, hands dropping your tail, "I m-mean, we're friends! And you're part cat, I'm part dog, don't you think that's kind of... I don't know, weird?"

He doesn't notice the way your smile drops from your face. You gaze away from him, voice turning low into a whisper.

"... Is it really that weird?" You mumble and he's looking back at you as you look anywhere but back at him, "For a cat and dog to be together?"

Gorou tilts his head confusingly. He gets a feeling that something has shifted in the air, like he said something wrong but he isn't quite sure what. "Wouldn't it be? They're complete opposites in terms of their nature." He says.

Your eyes linger on him before you break out into a small laugh, "I guess it does sound weird! Besides, as you've said-" You flop back down your bed, "We're just friends."

"Ah- yeah..." Gorou isn't sure how the situation turned awkward. He's unsure whether he should lay back down on your bed either.

"Thanks for comforting me with my heat, but you should really go now," You say, picking up the forgotten can of tuna next to your bed.

Gorou quietly leaves your quarters that night. When he walks back to his barracks, eyes on the wide night sky, he thinks back to your form snuggling to him.

He thinks of your face that was unnecessarily close to for friends; of your shared whispers that were too intimate between a general and his soldier.

Gorou doesn't understand cats. He doesn't understand why his heart feels heavier than usual either.

note: I didn't mean for this to be angst but here we are. fun fact! but the heat scene was actually inspired by something that happened during my period. I get really bad cramps, one time I was puking and heaving terribly, i couldnt even lie down properly without sobbing in pain. my ex stayed by me that time and grounded me whenever i get dizzy.

[prowlspaparazzi]

That Dreadwing fic was amazing 🥺♥️!! Could you do something similar with wheeljack and/or starscream?

yo i got this ask on aug 6th and its the 31st im so sorry this is so late qwq hence why i call them “suggestions” and not “requests” cuz idk if im gonna even FOCKIN write. I only wrote it with Wheeljack for now but I may do Starscream (just a dif universe Starscream) at another time. wheeljack DOES call reader doll in this and that's like the ONLY implication of the reader being “femme” I try to write my readers as gn as possible but I couldn’t see Wheeljack calling his s/o any other nickname doll is just too perf. 

ANYWAYS. roll film. no tws there's no vomit like last time.

word count: 1,158

TFP!Wheeljack x sick!(kinda)femme!reader

You struggled to hoist yourself up on the passenger seat of Wheeljack's ship. A little more than usual, which was odd. You pushed the thought from your mind as you looked out the front window.

"Another energon mine?" You asked.

"Yep. Gotta mark this one on the map for later use." Wheeljack answered, punching in some buttons on the side.

"Y'know...I'm down to steal a cube of energon from one of these places for you." You commented, turning to face him.

He continued inputting coordinates. "Heists are pretty dangerous, doll. Sure you're up for it?" Wheeljack asked. He was worried about you getting captured, but he wasn't a controlling lover by any means.

You were about to assure him, when a gust of wind picked up outside, causing the ship to tilt slightly. Wheeljack was quick to steady it but you, not so much. You shifted your stance to catch yourself but unfortunately, your knees gave out causing you to land with an 'oomph!' on the large metal seat you stood on.

You tried to laugh it off but were thrown into a string of nasty coughs. You covered your mouth to catch any germs and phlegm and turned away from Wheeljack, preoccupied with this coughing fit.

"You alright, doll?" Wheeljack asked with concern.

"Ugh. I don't feel alright." You answered after you were done. The familiar and indescribable feeling of malaise began to settle in your body. You were tired before sure, but after that coughing fit, you were now exhausted.  Your body began to ache and your arms felt weak.

"Hm. Better get you to the Autobot base. The other humans will know what to do." Slowly, the ship lifted and began to soar through the air.

You wanted to retort and say you could take care of this yourself, but instead, you resigned to rolling your eyes and laying down in the passenger seat.

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After a quick WebMD diagnosis from Jack, Raf, and Miko, you all reached a consensus. You had the flu.

"I know I'm sick and everything, but do I really have to be in the hospital bed the whole time?" You spoke out loud to Wheeljack once the base had emptied out.

"Makes me think the flu is a lot worse than it probably is," Wheeljack responded, masking his worry. He had yet to familiarize himself with common human occurrences like annual illnesses.

"Trust me it's not. Lasts for a week, tops. As long as I take care of myself, that is." You reassured him, changing the position of the damp towel on your forehead. You unknowingly sighed in frustration.

"Something else on your mind? Other than that rag?" Wheeljack asked.

You shook your head absentmindedly. "It's just... I hate that this is happening right now. Like it couldn't wait? I just absolutely HAD to get sick right as I'm suggesting a way for me to contribute?"

"Contribute?"

"Well- I mean- Like I-" You stammered a bit. "I mean, I was hoping to do a tiny little energon heist as a way to be helpful to you... Sometimes I..." You stalled, afraid to put your strife into words.

With a bitter and defeated sigh, you continued. "Sometimes I feel guilty for not contributing and helping you. Sure I'll go in and take pics and record stuff but I get this feeling I should be doing more for you."

"____, you don't need to do more." Wheeljack seemed sad as he spoke. It hurt him to see you put so much weight on yourself.

"But I want to." You rebutted.

"It wouldn't be fair of me or anyone else to put that pressure on you. So don't go doing it to yourself. Having you around is all the help I need from you. You and your pretty doll eyes remind me why I keep fighting those 'cons. The only thing I expect of you is just..." Wheeljack lifted one of his hands to graze the side of your face. His metal digit was rigid and scratched up from over the years of fighting and tinkering, yet he was so gentle with you.

"Stay with me for as long as you want. And stay being my doll." Wheeljack's expression softened into a gentle smile, with lovesick eyes that met yours. The bitter feeling in your chest bloomed into a giddy, shy feeling. You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment, hiding your reddened face.

Wheeljack scoffed at you endearingly. "Geez, you got me all soft now like the other bots." He quickly glanced behind him to check for any others. After making sure the coast was clear he began to mass shift into a smaller form, easier to hug and kiss.

One of his servos wrapped around your torso, while the other one gently pulled your hands away from your face.

"When you get better we can still do that heist if you really want to. For the purposes of having fun and ticking off the 'cons, of course." Wheeljack met your eyes with that oh-so-familiar gleam of excitement.

"You make me feel better already." You spoke just above a whisper, your face inches from his. He smiled in response, his spark fluttering from holding you so close.

"Well not really. I still feel congested but... Y'know what I mean." You chuckled and Wheeljack laughed as well. You met his gaze and spoke again. "I'm sorry that our adventures are put on hold because of me." You smiled sadly at him.

Wheeljack shrugged. " It's not your fault. Plus, a rest stop doesn't hurt every once in a while. We can watch some of those movies you're always talking about as you get better. Just rest up and stay cozy for me."

"Oh wait there's actually a movie I've been wanting you to watch!" You squirmed out of Wheeljack's grasp and grabbed your laptop from your bag. The laptop landed with a soft plop on the hospital bed and you started typing in your password.

Wheeljack faced the screen but watched you during the entire process. You probably didn't realize the grip you had over his spark, and your quiet mumbles as you guided through web pages were so cute. He was in love, with you, and every detail of you.

Little did he know, you could see his lovesick eyes staring at you through the reflection of the laptop screen. On impulse, you turned your head and gave him a quick peck on the lips and turned your head back to the screen.

"There it is. Ok, I'm gonna press play." You spoke and you scooted over to give Wheeljack some room to sit. He opted to instead lift you up and sit you down in front of him.

"How's this?" Wheeljack asked. His voice was low and close to your ear. You knew he was doing this on purpose and you almost wanted to scoff at him. You decided to lean back into him.

"This is nice." You answered, a smile on your face.

"Yeah. It is." He replied.

[shra-vasti]

MAKES ME WONDER [6/40] The Longing

→ Synopsis : Your dream to attend a Seventeen concert was finally coming true but you weren't prepared for the events that were going to follow after Joshua made eye contact with you and chose to make you his partner for the mini game and take you out on a date as a winning prize.

→ Genre : fluff, a little bit of angst

→ Type : Idol x fan au

→ Word count : 1.3k

→ Taglist : @mngyuheart @vannie24 @uglyratlmao @rjsmochii @dwcljh @noniesgirl @yuriewolfhard @jisungsdreamy (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist)

→ Pairing : idol!Joshua x fan!reader

→ Main Seventeen Masterlist

→ Makes Me Wonder Masterlist

Joshua kept on looking towards the retreating car till it was out of his sight, he sighed tiredly, why was he feeling so nostalgic and empty? 

He shook his head, knowing all too well where his feelings were trying to lead him but he couldn't allow himself to go through them, you were just one of his fans, he wasn't allowed to be committed to anything other than his work. 

He made his way towards the hotel room but before he could reach his room he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around gulping to see his manager with a not so pleasant look on his face. 

"I want to have some talk with you."

"Yes, come in."

He opened his room door inviting his manager hyung with him and made himself comfortable in his bed whereas the manager sat in one of the chairs near it.

"You do realize that there can be numerous disadvantages of your irresponsible shenanigans right? I left you alone because I thought you were responsible enough."

"Im sorry Hyung."

The manager just looked at him knowing him all too well that he won't say anything and just listen to him blabbering till he quit and leave and he had known Joshua since their debut. 

"Joshua, I didn't inform PDnim about this."

The confession made Joshua look up to his masher with a complete shock, he had been making up his mind and practicing his sorry speech to face PDnim only for him to realize that they didn't tell him. 

"W-what?" 

"Joshua, I know you since a long time ago and I know you are responsible enough to never put your group's image in danger and I know how much you've been dying to have a day where you could be you, you had the chance you took it, I'm not angry at you but just a little bit frustrated. I know you but not the fan, I wouldn't mind you running off alone but what if that fan posts something on social media or uses it against you?"

Joshua laughed feeling somewhat relieved that he was surrounded by people who understood him well. 

"She didn't even ask me for my autograph let alone a selca together hyung, she even paid for this cap and neck scarf to help me disguise and she didn't take me to any of the crowded places, she just showed me some of the most beautiful places I've been and let me enjoy my peace alone."

The manager gave him a confused look. 

"She didn't even ask for your selca? What in the world was she thinking while being with you the entire day?" 

"I don't know, maybe her prime goal was to see me happy."

He smiled at the manager who gave him a suspicious look in return. 

"You gave her your number or asked her hers?" 

"Neither, she doesn't have any physical memory of being alone with me but a mental one aside from these things she bought for me of course."

He chuckled biding his manager goodbye immediately feeling the heaviness of his heart return, he didn't understand why he was missing you so much. 

He was about to close the door when a hand stopped it and he looked up to see Seungcheol, Jihoon, Wonwoo and Jeonghan standing in front of his door with a pointed look. 

"Come in."

He sighed as others pushed passed him and plopped upon his bed or the chair. 

"What was going on inside that head on yours?" 

Jeonghan flicked his forehead as soon as he laid down beside him and he winced in pain. 

"Joshua, I didn't expect this from you, do you realize how worried the manager hyung was?" 

"You were never so spontaneous Hyung."

Joshua sighed as the four just looked at him, wanting to hear a clarification. He laid back down on his back, arms and legs spread widely as he looked up at the ceiling with a faraway look. 

"I don't even know what I was doing, I was just talking with her and then she suggested me the idea playfully when I told her I sometimes wish to live as a normal person just for a day and then I just led her on not having a single care, but I really enjoyed it, it was one of the best day of my life."

The four just exchanged a look before Jihoon continued. 

"Hyung, she was the same girl you gave the flowers too right? I saw you giving her and then you chose her for the dance competition too and then you win and you got to have a date with her and then you ran away with her for a day, what's all of this?" 

"I don't know, I seriously don't know what I am doing, she's just a fan and I would probably never see her but she made me take so many actions which I never thought would take and I surprisingly didn't feel bad I actually liked it."

There was a long pause after he said that, none of the boys said anything as Wonwoo's eyes suddenly widened in realization. 

"Hyung…"

Everyone looked at him in anticipation by the look on his face and his dumbstruck smile. 

"What?" 

"You have a crush on that fan isn't it? You like her, I can see it in your face Hyung, I was the same before I realized I was in love with Mina too and I still have that look even when she's with me."

All of the eyes were now on Joshua but he just looked at Wonwoo with a blank expression not being able to digest the fact, did he really have a crush on a fan that he wasn't going to see anytime in the near future? 

"Her name is Y/N right?'

Jeonghan asked as Joshua nodded his head slowly. 

"Beware Joshua, I don't trust her, you never know she is doing all of this to get closer to you, she could be a really sly sasaeng fan for all we know."

Joshua looked at Seungcheol, he did have a point but Joshua was sure you weren't someone like that, he wasn't going to argue with his leader for a fan who he wouldn't probably see anyway. 

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You reached your apartment and as soon as you did a really excited Miu tackled you in a mind crashing hug. You groan in pain pushing her off you, taking your coat and showing off you made your way towards the couch and sit on it feeling your body ache due to exhaustion. 

"How was the date?" 

Miu asked, handing you the water bottle which you gladly accepted. 

"It was great, much better than I thought, I was nervous about it for a bit but I got the hang of it but I miss him already."

Your voice was low as you leaned sideways on the armrest of the sofa which gave Miu an access to see your face clearly. 

"Did you cry?" 

She grabbed your face with her hands to make you look up at her, she was worried about you. 

"I miss him Miu, why is my heart feeling so heavy?" 

You hugged her as you let out another sob. 

"I'm just his fan, but why do I feel as if I've lost someone who was so dear to me."

Miu just stroked your hair as you let out your feelings, feeling bad for you. Of course you were going to feel sad about biding him goodbye, she understood because she would have felt the same if she was in your place. 

"Everything will get back to normal, wanna have some food with me? I'm hungry."

You nodded your head slowly walking to your bedroom to get fresh as Miu prepared dinner. 

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Man! You guys are creative. Can you -the plot is totally up to you- write an angry and heartless teen Kaito ? I don't like the idea of the death of kai. -please my soul is too weak for this I can't even imagine it- but he can be angry for anything else. Just really angry. Maybe he was with his mom in a mall and random villains attack her and a hero -endeavor bastard- ignored the safety of citizens in order to capture them. Anything would work but not kai's death. 😭😭😭

Aaaa no my baby :( still no image for baby Kaito so boom!

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"Look mom, I guess Kim would like that." The teenager pointed at a little stuffed bear placed on the shell.

"Hum, Kim or Haru my little soldier?" You teased as the boy only scoffed.

Spitting image of his father...

"But I wouldn't be opposed to the idea... but I literally have no idea what to give her, I'm stuck." Complained in complete seriousness the boy as he glared down at ground while you two carried the bags.

Mostly Kaito because the boy just wouldn't accept you lifting too much weight.

"Mind if I give you an idea then?" The dark brow haired teenager looked at you and nodded.

"Sing her a song. Kaito you have a beautiful voice, you and your father. I bet she would love that." You smiled sweetly at your blushing teenager, yet he still caried the same stoic face as he muttered "I see. I will think about it."

Again. The spitting image.

"Well, let's get back home before we get buried by snow on our way." Kaito nodded as he offered to pick another bag from your hands which you swatted away quickly making the boy chuckle.

"Mom, what do you think is better? Cocoa or-?" You couldn't catch what your son asked when you heard the sudden screams and a huge jet of fire coming straight at your son side.

"KAITO GET OUT!" you shouted while grabbing your son forearm and throwing him away from the sudden exchanges of fire and waves of electricity.

Kaito almost fell into his back; holy shit his mother was strong; if he wasn't for his reflexes, he looked up at the scene in horror as he quickly picked his phone texting his dad about the situation.

Kai was with Kim, so he wouldn't risk putting his younger daughter in danger. You definitely wouldn't appreciate that...

Chisaki immediately answered his son and told that Chrono and Mimic were on the way as Kaito tried to pass through the crowd.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF WAY!" He shouted impatiently as he pushed the people aggressively to make a path for him.

"Woah kid!" An officer blocked him "Sorry, but this is for the heroes not from teenagers, if you want an autograph need to wait until the fight is done."

"Why the fuck would I want a autograph? MY MOTHER IS IN THERE!" He shouted angrily at the officer who widened his eyes before picking some device to talk.

"Lieutenant. There's civilians in there correct? There's one of the child of them in here. Tell Endeavour." He looked at Kaito and placed a hand on his shoulder "Don't worry. Endeavour will take her out of there safely. Just be pacient."

Kaito stared at the officer before slowly swatting his hand away from his shoulder in disbelief.

"Didn't you saw that I almost DIED from Endeavour's flames if it wasn't for my mom?! OUT OF WAY!" Kaito kneeled down and placed his bare hand beneath the snow, making the ground tremble a bit before forming plataforms, which lift it him up to jump over the guards heads.

They shouted at him to stop as he runned, but even before he could reach it, the joilts of electricity were simply gone as the number one hero left the alley with the villain being dragged by the collar of the his shirt.

Many clapped their hands and threw thanks and compliments at the hero... While Kaito angrily made his way to the much older man and stared up at him.

"There were civilians on the middle of your childishly fight. One of them is my mother. Where is her?" He demanded as the hero closed his face, seeming like a black cloud had consumed the place.

It started to snow out of no where before the number one hero bowed his head at Kaito and closed his eyes in sorrow.

"I'm sorry....there were no survivors boy ... your mother won't be coming back..."

Kaito widened his eyes as he felt the cold intensity; even with the proximity of the flamed hero. Endeavour patted his shoulder and went to talk with the cops.

Won't be coming back... won't be coming back because of who exactly?

The teenager felt the tears fall without even controlling them ... but another feeling grew stronger than any other in the boy.

Hatred. Pure hatred.

He clenched his jaw as his hands turned into fists while he trembled... his breath quickened as he shot a one side glare at the amount of people boasting the hero... not even caring about the victims of the attack.

Kaito turned sharply and started running towards the hero number one, only letting out a scream of utter anger as he punched him right in the mouth of the hero's stomach. Endeavor was startled by the jora but managed to block almost every attack from the enraged teenager as the boy screamed that possibly the entire city of Tokyo could hear at this point.

One hour the hero got tired and threw Kaito back to the ground, causing the boy to fall but then get up just to his knees.

He could hear the crowd whispers as the officers didn't even bother that they listened to them.

"He is that Chisaki kid."

"The one from the yakusa? Shie Hassaikai right?"

"No wonder he is like this."

His wrath only increased, his family didn't have nothing to do with this, or better yet, it has! His lost mother that died not long ago from this hero...

"Listen, calm down." Endeavour commented as Kaito finally looked up at him with widen (E/C) eyes filled with nothing but disgust and rage.

He putted both lf his hands at the ground making huge plataforms grow to try to smash Endeavour.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" He shouted, not caring about the look of horror of people at front of them as he made another wall to block them as he intensified the force of the concrete against Endeavour's body.

"YOU KILLED MY MOTHER HERO! AND YOU DEMAND TO ME THAT I CALM THE FUCK DOWN?!" he cried tears of hatred as he intensified even more, feeling his younger body sore from the way he was using his quirk.

"YOU'RE SICK YOU HEARD ME?! WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO SAVE PEOPLE WITH THOSE FLAMES?! THEN WHY DID YOU KILL MY MOTHER?! HUH?! ANSWER ME YOU VERM!"

Two different hands on both of his shoulders made him jerk away and threaten to overhaul them as well. But when he saw Mimic and Chrono he immediately stopped.

"Come on kid. You caused too much trouble for us now." Said Mimic as he helped Kaito to his feet.

"My..."

"We know Kaito... I'm sorry. We couldn't find her body..."Chrono placed his hand on his shoulder as the boy just looked at the ground and let his tears fall.

He entered his home with Mimic and Chrono following right after. Not even bothering to take his soaked boots of as he saw his father presence.

Mimic shooked his head while Chrono bowed his head at his friend... Not much longer Kaito heard the faint 'dismissed' of his father...

Only he and Kai were at the room.

"Where's Kim?"

"In bed."

Kaito mumbled something as he fell to his knees.

"What was that?" Chisaki asked trying to contain his tears.

"She's gONE BECAUSE OF THEM!" Kaito punched the floor of his home making the whole place cracked, the lunches only grew heavier and stronger.

"THOSE DAMN HEROES! THEY WERE THE RESPONSIBLES FOR THAT! MOM IS-!" he gagged as he aproached now his bloody hand at his face "Mom is... mom is gone..."

Chisaki let his own tears fall as he used his own quirk to reconstruct the place. He scrunched up on the floor as he waited for Kaito eyes to find his.

It hurted even more because they were your eyes.

He didn't want it to lie to his son, telling that everthing is going to be okay or all that bullcrap so he simply kneeled on the ground and bringed his son close surprising the boy at the sudden display of touch.

"I know..." he mumbled feeling his shoulder getting wet as he hearded the choked up promises that he would erase every hero on the surface...

"Daddy?" A tiny voice manifested and the two mens looked at the golden eyed girl looking at them with wide eyes.

Both didn't vare anymore on hiding their tears and their sorrow.

"Daddy? Brother? What's going on? Where's mommy?" The girl approached the both of them and grew more nervous at seing her dad starting to tear up as her brother bringed her to a last hug.

"Im sorry Kim... I couldn't protect her from the heroes..." coldly stated Kaito not even caring about comforting his little sister when she started to break down in tears as well.

Now he understands the rage that his father carry toward the heroes. And they better lray for their souls now... Because they woken up one sleeping devil and a tremendous and powerful beast...

[cassnottiel]

hello!!! i've never sent a prompt before so i don't know if im doing this wrong or right lmao but for deke prompts could i suggest one where simmons or fitz (or them together) get protective of him maybe?

Deke Shaw was confused almost all the time.  Confused and frustrated.

He was confused in the future when a group of SHIELD agents hijacked his life.  When he tried to distance himself from the organization only to have his company attacked by a bizarro Coulson.  That time he was trapped with May, Daisy, Bizzaro Coulson and the Australian psychopath with the atom bomb he had to try and defuse.  And then the time he got possessed by an alien.

Confused and frustrated.  Mostly confused.

And now, he was on the verge of a shootout with whatever they were up against this week.  He wasn't even an official SHIELD agent.  He didnt know how it started.  He was so confused.

Deke got even more confused when the bullets started flying and people started shouting.

He dove for cover and turned the safety off on his gun.  He was about to start shooting when May crouched down next to him.  She set down a briefcase full of artifacts they were supposed to study.

"Get this back to the jet."  May ordered and jumped back into the fray before Deke could respond.

Deke was about to yell after her, to ask how the hell he was supposed to get out, but decided against it.  She was already busy with beating someone to half to death.  He sighed.

Deke took the case by the handle in his left hand and ducked to a different source of cover, shooting at the enemy with the glock in his right.  Whoever he was near would cover him as he made his way to the exit, until he was ten feet away.  That's when he got shot.

A stray bullet whizzed past Daisy and lodged itself into Dekes hip.  He went down with a shouted swear.  But he didn't forget his mission, he hugged the briefcase with both of his arms as he hissed in pain.  Nobody paid him any mind as he laid injured on the floor.

Well, nobody on his team paid him any mind.  People on the other team?  They paid attention to the idiot holding the precious cargo.  A big, scary man went unnoticed as he walked up to Deke.

Deke would have yelled out, asked for help, but Scary Man drew his gun and pointed it straight at Dekes forehead.

"Hand that over and you won't get any more injured than you already are."  Scary Man said, just loud enough to be heard over the fight.

Deke bit back his fear and glared at the man, hugging the case tighter to his chest.  He opened his mouth to shoot back some smartass comment, but it died in his throat when another bullet tore through his left shoulder.

"Give me the case."  Scary Man said slowly when Deke didn't drop it.  "Or the next one ends up in your brain."

"Go to Hell."  Deke said through a clenched jaw.  Scary Man raised his gun again.

"You first."

Deke was bleeding fast, with two entrance wounds and one exit.  He flinched back and turned his head away, ready for his impending doom, but it never came.

When Deke opened his eyes again, Scary Man had dropped his gun and had a bullet hole through his wrist.  Fitz stood a few feet away, a murderous look in his eyes.

"Get away from my grandson, you bastard."  Fitz said dangerously.  Scary Man could only be confused for a few seconds, because Fitz shot him with three icers.

As soon as the body hit the floor, Fitz was kneeling down next to Deke.

Dekes vision was getting fuzzy and dark around the edges, probably due to all the blood loss.  But he didn't have time to pass out.  He had to get the briefcase to the jet.

"Thanks, Bobo."  Deke said as loud as her could with the amount of blood leaving his body.  "Help me get up, will you?"  He dropped the case and tried to sit up.

Dekes vision went white and he almost fainted.  He groaned and screwed his eyes shut, barely fighting when Fitz gently pushed him back to lie down.

"No, no no, please-" Deke gasped out when Fitz put pressure on the shoulder wound.  "May told me to get the case to the jet, I need to--"

"Shut up and save your strength."  Firz snapped, shooting a glare to somewhere Deke couldn't see.  "I'll take care of the case.  You need to see Jemma."

Dekes vision was swimming, and he could barely hear anything anymore.  "No, no.  Don't make Nana worry.  She--"  he coughed, and something warm and wet trickled down his chin.

"Deke?"  Fitz's voice had a strange note of panic.  "Deke, come on, mate.  Stay with me.  Stay awake."

Deke did not stay awake.  He passed out.

He woke up back in the Lighthouse, in the infirmary.  The bright lights assaulted his eyes and he groaned,  bringing a hand up to rub his face.

"Oh, thank God!"

Deke almost flinched at the sudden voice.  He looked over and saw Simmons.  She looked pale and tired as she checked over his vitals.

"Hey, Nana," Dekes voice cracked from not being used in a while, "you okay?"

Simmons laughed, like it was a stupid question to ask.  Deke furrowed his brow in confusion.

"You lost almost a third of your blood volume after being shot twice, and you're asking me if I'm alright."  Simmons gave a watery smile as she sat down next to his recovery bed.

"That's a lot of blood."  Deke blinked in surprise.  "Am I alright?"

"You needed a transfusion.  Fitz gave two pints, I gave one."  Simmons said softly.

Deke was lost for words.  He started stammering.  "Thank you."  He finally stuttered out after what felt like an hour.  "Like, thank you.  And Fitz, thank you both so much."

Simmons laughed weakly.  "There's no need to thank us, we're family."  She set her hand on his as Deke rapidly blinked the tiredness out of his eyes.

"Well, thank you anyway."  Deke smiled and bit back a yawn.

"You're still a little low on blood."  Simmons said softly.  "You need to rest."

Deke nodded the best he could and let his head fall back on the pillow.  He closed his eyes and drifted off to unconsciousness.

He woke next to a loud scoff, a slamming door, and an exclamation.

"The nerve of the idiots that work here!"  Jemma Simmons said angrily.  Someone to Dekes left startled.

"Bloody hell, Jemma!"  Fitz hissed.  "Be quiet, you could wake him up!"

Even though Deke was awake, he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes.  He was still so tired.

"Sorry, sorry."  Simmons sighed.  "It's just--"  Deke heard her lean against something as she struggled for the right word.  "--the complete disrespect!"

Fitz set something down on the bedside table.  "What happened?"

"One of the newer recruits was talking about the mission and he said Deke shouldn't have been there."  Simmons wasn't angry, she was furious.  And based on the sound Fitz made, he was feeling something similar.  "Said he was a liability and he shouldn't be allowed in the field."

"That's ridiculous!"  Fitz said, a little but louder than needed.  Deke let out a quiet groan and he shifted slightly without opening his eyes.  Fitz and Simmons both went quiet.

Deke was hearing them, but he wasn't quite listening.  Their conversation was more background noise than anything else.

After a minute, the conversation started up again, quieter this time.

"That's ridiculous."  Fitz repeated, this time in a whisper.  "He got shot twice and still completed the mission."

"I know!"  Simmons sounded indignant.  "He put himself in harm's way for them, and they go and say he's useless when he's anything but."

There was a moment of silence.

"Are we acting like grandparents?"  Fitz's voice was quiet and confused.   Simmons laughed.

"I think we are."

"Huh," Fitz huffed, "feels weird."

There was another moment of silence.

"Are we telling him about this?"

"Oh, absolutely not."

"Can you two please shut up?"  Deke didn't bother opening his eyes when he asked.  "I'm tired."

That certainly shut them up.

[fynctsbuuuts]

The Emperor’s Missing Piece-1-

Pairing: SingleMafiaFather!Taeyong X Teacher!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut(in future chapters)

Disclaimer: I do not own Taeyong or any member I write for. I only own the writing. The descriptions that i am portraying them to be are not accurate at all. Everything I write is fiction and none realistic, please dont take anything to heart.

A/N: I posted this long ago but it got deleted somehow?? So I’m just reposting it with a few fixes. Btw I might post a arranged marriage series with jaehyun but Idk m8

"Hey, sweetie" The soft voice of the beautiful, petite women sounded throughout the whole study. Her voice bouncing of the walls as she stood leaning against the door. A small smile on her lips as she watch the sight of her husband concentrate on his work. Papers scattered everywhere, all types of weapons hanging from each corner of the large study. She shook her head, still smiling softly as she walked over to the stressed male.

She ran her delicate fingers over his hair, making him shudder at the contact. "You need sleep" She whispered against his ear. Her hot breath tickled down his spine, making him close his eyes in pure bliss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning down just a bit so she was on his level. He gently put his hands on top of hers, looking up at her beautiful dark eyes. They held so much love, so much passion. Something he thought-he knew, he didn't deserve.

His heart melted once her lips made contact with his Jawline. He was completely under her spell, and he wouldn't have it any other way. She knew the effect she had on him, so she took it as advantage and lift him up from his seat, and into the bedroom where they could rest. He hated how vulnerable he was whenever she was around, but he couldn't help but feel weak and defeated under her touch.

"What are you doing" He chuckled as he noticed that he was being dragged to their large bedroom. "You need sleep, my love" She wrapped her ams around his neck once again, coming to her tippy toes to at least kiss his well defined jaw. He smiled lovingly at her. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but the look of terror and pain in her eyes made him shut up immediately.

He slowly turned around, following her direction of where her eyes were fixed on. His eyes winded in shock, a sight that he never thought he'd see. he felt an unbelievable pain in his chest, something he'd never felt before. A masked man stood at the door, holding their new born child by the head. Squishing it as if it was some kind of pudding. That indicated the death of their second child. Before Taeyong could fully react, he was pinned down by two other masked men that came running into the room. His wife willingly fell to her knees, grasping whatever was at her reach. All he could do was scream in agony. He was too weak to react to anything. All he could do was struggle, struggle against the men pinning him down to the burgundy colored rug. Everything felt numb, he could barely her the screams of terror from his wife, he couldn’t here a thing. Everything was blurry.

He watched as the male threw the baby toward Seolhyun, as if it was a doll. He watched as she scrambled to her knees, reaching out for the lifeless baby. She cried, cried so violently as she cuddled the ever so tiny, lifeless body into her chest. Tears streaming down Taeyong's eyes, feeling such a heartache. Soon after, he felt an unimaginable pain on the back of his head. Last thing he saw and heard was a gun shot, and his beautiful family drowning in a pool of blood.

“Take this as a warning”

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Taeyong bolted out of his bed, sweat covering his body as he gripped at his chest, closing his eyes, hoping his heart would calm down. He gripped his head, trying to ease the headache he had. "Daddy, are you okay?" The soft voice of his precious daughter sounded throughout the dark room. The somehow, the sound of her beautiful, sweet voice made his headache ease a bit. He looked over, and saw her sitting up, hugging her teddy bare tight as she looked up at him with big doe eyes. "I'm fine, sweetie. Go back to bed, you have school tomorrow" He scrunched his nose as brought her close to him. Ever since the incident, he never let her sleep alone, ever. He knew that something like that wouldn't happen again, he made sure of it. But he just needed her close. He thanked the universe everyday for her cleverness. She had hidden in her safe place as soon as she heard the men coming in the house. She was all he had left.

"But dad, it's already day time" She giggled as she shook her head at his forgetfulness. Once again, he jumped up and look at the clock "8:30am" The clock read. "Shit" He mumbled as he got out of bed, grabbing Suran and running to get her ready for her first day of kindergarten. She giggled as her father rushes to get her ready as soon as possible.

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"You must be, Suran" The female smiled sweetly at the small girl who was hiding behind Taeyong's leg. He smiled down at the girl, his eyes soon enough traveled to her teacher. His smile quickly fade as his heart got caught up in his throat. She was beautiful. It was all that went through his mind as he looked up at her. Her eyes shown a sign of life, happiness. Something his eyes did not have. Her smile bright and genuine, making her ten times more beautiful. He cursed himself for ever having such thoughts.

He coughed, shaking his head as he brought the frightened little girl to his chest. "Yes, this is Suran, sorry she was so late, I forgot to set up the timer." He explained himself as he rubbed small circles on Suran's back. "Don't even worry about, we were just about to start coloring!" She cheered softly, her smile so genuinely happy and understanding. "Hey, baby girl" She got closer, tickling the child's tummy making her squirm and giggle in Taeyong's arm. Taeyong automatically smiled at this, gently putting the girl down on her feet. Suran immediately grabbed the females hand, jumping around like an excited 5 year old, well she was a 5 year old.

Before they could get any further, Taeyong immediately grabbed the women’s hand. "Please...take good care of my baby girl" His voice almost sounded as if he was pleading. This was the first time he'd be away from his daughter, meaning he couldn't protect her from any danger. This broke Y/n's heart, but she was also confused at the same time. "Of course, Mr. Lee, she's in good hands" She smiled, putting her hands over his. Electricity ran through both of them, causing Taeyong to pull away quickly. The feeling was all to familiar, all too painful. And it was coming too quickly.

"Thank you, I'll be back at 3:00pm" He quickly says, walking out of the class quickly, only stopping to see Suran already making friends. And just enjoy her childhood. It was too much for him. But she already sensed his pain. He knew, and he hated it.