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For those of us who vibe with a very specific brand of overprotectiveness.HOW TO— Comment with your character and any preferences.
— Roll the dice.
— Let the bodies hit the floor.

for (name one) to take a bullet for (name two).
for (name one) to protect (name two) and then carry them to safety.
for (name one) to witness (name two) get hurt which sends them into a violent rage.
for (name one) to be hurt trying to protect (name two) which makes them bloodthirsty for revenge.
for (name one) to have violently protected (name two), so (name two) kisses them to calm them down.
for (name one) to carefully approach (name two) in the aftermath, gently touching them to try and bring them back to themselves.
(name one) was kidnapped, (name two) shows up to save them.
(name one) executes a third party in front of (name two) because that person hurt them.
(name one) thinks they’re alone but (name two) comes out of nowhere to rescue them from someone who intends to do harm/making them uncomfortable.
(name one) has been devastated by something. (name two) holds them until they calm down so they don’t do anything drastic.
(name one) thought (name two) died so they set out to get revenge. (name two) shows up in time to stand in front of them before they go too far.
(name one) is in a vengeful rage because of something that happened to (name two). (name two) gently approaches to calm them down saying this isn’t what they want.
for (name one) to have (name two) stand by somewhere safe where they can watch (name one) kill on their behalf.
WILDCARD

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[ Remilia is quite capable of pulling a Targoviste. And she needs no forgemaster to do it. So... 8, 11 and 12 are most likely. ]

[ don't you ever just wanna go ape shit

he is, uh. very much the protective one (though i am not opposed to an uno reversal). works just as well platonically as romantically tbh ]

[>> wanna be a protective dad?]

[ oh god. sounds like a disaster, hell yeah, let's do it ]

Ed is not an easy target.

She's the youngest State Alchemist in history. Her teacher emphasized mind/body harmony through martial arts. She's usually accompanied by a little brother occupying a giant piece of full-body armor. She's a threat, damn it, which is probably why the kidnapping bastard cowards manage to slip something into her drink while she's out picking up lunch.

By the time she's awake enough to fight, both pieces of automail have been removed and her remaining arm's been uncomfortably wrenched behind her back and tied in place there to make it even harder to do fucking anything. About the only upside she can think of is that whoever took off her automail must've known what they were doing because the ports don't feel or look damaged.

As best she can tell, they're trying to use her for a prisoner exchange, which is stupid because she doesn't think the brass is open to negotiation and frankly she doesn't know for sure how much she's worth to the Amestrian military. But no one asked her, and when she does helpfully provide her input (okay, swearing, it's mostly swearing; in her defense, they let slip that they thought she was the ideal prisoner because she's so young and little), she gets kicked in the ribs a few times and forced to drink some more drugged water. So things get pretty fuzzy after that. To her credit, she manages to avoid swallowing enough that she's not quite knocked out again, but she still feels unbelievably weak and out of it, so they still get their compliant hostage.

Nothing happens that's interesting enough to drag her out of her stupor until they hear something that sounds like an explosion in the near-distance. The couple men who were assigned to make sure she didn't manage to escape run to the nearest window and start talking about a fire out there, and the corners of Ed's lips turn up into a nasty little smile. "'s prob'ly my colonel," she says, just loud enough for them to hear. "Mighta heard'f him. Th'hero of Ishval. You sh'ld run."

They don't run. One of them even discusses the possibility of using her as a shield, which sounds like a pain in the ass for everyone involved, but once again, no one's taking her opinions into account.

The window explodes.

Not with enough force to cause any injuries; the men who had appeared at the window have already stepped away, and Roy doesn't know enough about Ed's position within the room to risk a massive spray of shrapnel. But the fact remains that, for a few moments, the enemy had made a stupid, amateurish mistake: they'd allowed him to see them.

Clearly they don't understand who they're dealing with. Let the flash of heat and broken glass be a reminder, and a promise.

He knows the enemy's location now. The proper thing to do would be to regroup with Hawkeye and Alphonse, who he sent to sweep the building north of this one. But the enemy clearly wasn't smart or sophisticated enough to plan for this eventuality, and Roy....

He's acted as cavalry for the Elrics before. This time is different. They'd done a sweep of Ed's last known locations when Alphonse first reported her missing, and found a witness who'd been sitting in a car across the street from the cafe in question. There was a young woman, he said, who seemed to abruptly fall ill. She dropped her things, he said. Then a gaggle of men had swept in and whisked her away. Blonde hair. Red coat.

He's not here because Fullmetal had bitten off more than she could chew, yet again, or because of an escalation that called for backup. He's here because a gang of idiots thought they could pick off an easy target for a ransom that would never, not in a hundred years, get paid.

Fullmetal is one of his people. It's his responsibility to demonstrate the consequences of putting any member of the Mustang unit in your crosshairs. That's all.

He heads into the building alone.

"T'ld you," she insists after the window blows open. Ed has her arguments with Mustang, but he's very good at what he does, controlling the explosion to send thee shrapnel outwards instead of in, where it could hit her.

She's not sure how many people are in the building, but they end up listening, mostly, to the other kidnapping bastards get picked off - Mustang may be good at his job but he's not subtle. (That's what Hawkeye's for, she's pretty sure.) Ed suspects the entire building would probably be up in flames if it wasn't for the fact that she's still inside it.

When the door to the room she's actually in finally blows open, there's a knife to her throat that would normally have her spitting mad, but she's still exhausted from the drugs and probably couldn't coordinate her remaining limbs into anything like a fight even if they weren't tied up, so the best she can do is be an uncooperative dead weight.

The door slams against the opposite wall and ricochets, nearly blown off its hinges from the force of the explosion alone. Roy stops in the entrance, one hand held aloft at chest level, the equivalent of a pistol already aimed and braced.

There's a moment of tense stillness, in the ringing wake of the blast. His eyes narrow, roving the room in a split-second threat evaluation, and then settling finally on Ed. She's barely moving. They took her automail.

Without speaking, Roy snaps– a pinpoint shot faster than a blink, a transmuted pocket of oxygen in the palm of the hand holding the knife rapidly expanding into flame, and then just as rapidly extinguishing itself. Enough to inflict a terrible, localized burn without risking fire leaping anywhere else.

"Is this supposed to be a joke?" Deadly calm, as the enemy's hand spasms with pain, and the knife clatters to the ground. "Or do you just have a death wish?"

{I rolled a 3. Are you up for it?}

[yes, definitely! i am up for anything. also, hi—this is fox from laby. i'm trying to voicetest hua cheng, but i still don't know what i'm doing with him!]

{It's just another day for Xie Lian. His luck is pitiful, as always, and he ends up on the wrong side of a tavern owner. It isn't often that he is thrown out on his ear, but that's what happens this time. He hits the ground hard enough to tear, to bruise and he spits dust out of his mouth.}

I understood...the first time...

Ah, there you are.

[As if from nowhere, Hua Cheng steps forward, emerging from the shadows of a nearby alley. His voice and demeanor are perfectly calm as he crosses to where Xie Lian has landed. Leaning down, he reaches out a hand for him to take. His other hand settles gently on Xie Lian's shoulder, to steady him.]

I've been looking all over town for you.

[For the moment, he doesn't so much as glance at the tavern or its owner, as if neither exist. All his attention is on Xie Lian. He takes in the sight of the dust on his lips, his bruised skin, the dirt on his torn robes, memorizing every detail.]

...hm? {Xie Lian looks up in time to see San Lang appear. He is some distance from his humble shrine, so this... This is a surprise! Regardless he takes the offered hand and pulls himself to his feet. His body aches and he holds onto San Lang until he gets his balance again.

Meanwhile the tavern owner is still yelling and glaring, going on about some accident Xie Lian had caused in his inn. He also has the gall to tell Hua Cheng to leave Xie Lian where he fell. How else will he learn to be more careful?!}

...don't yell at him, sir. He's just being kind.

That's better. I hope you're not injured, gege.

[A slight smile touching his lips, Hua Cheng allows Xie Lian to hold him. He withdraws a fine cloth and carefully wipes the dust from Xie Lian's face. While doing so, he continues to ignore the owner completely, until he's finished tending to Xie Lian: his first priority.

Then Hua Cheng turns, slowly, towards the shouting man, fixing his gaze on him for the first time. His expression doesn't change, but—unbeknownst to the tavern owner—a dark wave of killing intent suddenly radiates from him. One hand still supporting Xie Lian, the other shifts towards his waist, where E-Ming is sheathed; in response to this movement, the scimitar's hilt starts to vibrate.]

I'm alright. {Xie Lian is accustomed to injuries. At least this time nothing is broken! His cheeks heat under the sweet attention and he smiles, realizing that his lower lip is split. Ah well.}

San Lang - {He stops short, inhaling sharply, sensing the shift in the other man's mood. This... This is dangerous. His gaze shifts to E-Ming and his brow furrows.}

Don't. {Both of his hands come to lay on Hua Cheng's saber arm.} He's just a fool. If you kill him, he won't learn.

Edited 2025-04-09 21:35 (UTC)

[While he listens to Xie Lian's every word as attentively as always, his killing intent continues to increase, even as his demeanor remains calm. Hua Cheng raises an eyebrow, his tone deceptively light.]

I'm not sure what you mean. You clearly tripped over something insignificant. It's no trouble to remove it. That's the only way to ensure it won't cause any more more harm.

[He turns from the tavern owner back to Xie Lian—and catches sight of the bright red blood glistening on Xie Lian's lip. Hua Cheng's eyes widen, almost imperceptibly.

While Xie Lian restrains his saber arm, however gently, Hua Cheng obediently refrains from drawing E-Ming. Yet his other arm is free, and he swings it as quickly as any blade, sending out a burst of energy that cuts through two of the wooden pillars supporting the tavern roof, causing the front of the building to start to collapse. The tavern owner jumps back, his angry shouting quickly transforming into a startled cry.]

{He has never had anyone stand up for him - not since Xianle, anyway. Xie Lian has become accustomed to being humbled (and pummeled for that matter), so this incident is meaningless to him. He brushes off the dirt from his robes and then gently takes hold of Hua Cheng's arm.}

I don't want his blood on your hands.

{Not for his sake. Never for his sake! His heart skips a beat at the sudden rush of power and he lurches forward a step, ready to move the tavern owner out of harm's way. The man saves himself, however, and he sighs in relief.}

San Lang, listen to me. I'm not dying. A few bumps and bruises are nothing to me. He didn't break anything, I promise.

[The incident is far from meaningless to Hua Cheng. He's seen Xie Lian forced to suffer far more than anyone should. He has no intention of watching him suffer again. No matter the severity of the injury—it's an inexcusable sin. He's furious. The fact that Xie Lian is accustomed to such treatment only makes him more so, his rage increased by degrees for every slight, indignity, and injury Xie Lian has had to bear.]

A little more blood makes no difference now. Don't worry, it won't touch my hands.

[What does blood matter, to someone like him?

Xie Lian's lunge forward frees Hua Cheng's sword arm from his grasp. Finally, he unsheathes E-Ming. Flashing forth, the scimitar all but sings with its eagerness to draw blood. The townspeople who happen to be in the vicinity—some of whom had been drawn in close by the commotion—now remember they have somewhere else to be, immediately.]

This will be merciful. He'll have another chance in the next life.

{He is unarmed - swords are difficult to come by for a rubbish collector - but that doesn't stop him. The moment E-Ming is unsheathed, he is looking for...something. Anything. He grabs a wooden board - a remnant of the front of the tavern - and turns, gracefully, to oppose Hua Cheng.

To protect the man who had thrown him down.}

Listen to me, San Lang. Please. His death will only cause pain and fear. There is enough of both in the world, don't you think?

{He seeks out Hua Cheng's eye, pleading with him while the tavern owner turns the color of milk and tries to scramble away.}

Thank you for helping me. No one has dared for centuries. {His expression softens.} I didn't think I would see you here. I'm...a little embarrassed. I'm sorry.

[That wooden board is more than enough to defeat Hua Cheng, in those elegant hands. As humble as the makeshift weapon is, Xie Lian somehow makes it look more noble than the finest blade.

Of all the people in this world or the next, the one Hua Cheng would never raise a weapon to is Xie Lian. He lowers his sword instantly, not wanting the edge of his blade to face Xie Lian for a single moment. E-Ming itself somehow seems less sharp, as if also responding to Xie Lian's plea.

Hua Cheng isn't surprised; of course Xie Lian would step in to protect even this man, whose petty, pointless cruelty he'd been a victim of. Yet Hua Cheng's anger hasn't faded. Another part of the tavern crumbles, "coincidentally" blocking the tavern owner's escape route—although without striking him.]

I'm listening. Of course, you're right. There is enough. Yet this one man's life makes little difference, either way.

[In spite of his words, Hua Cheng makes no move to disobey Xie Lian.]

You have no need to thank me, and even less reason to apologize to me.

[Hua Cheng dislikes the very thought. He gestures towards the tavern owner, who winces and stumbles back—though Hua Cheng does not attack him again.]

This is the person who will apologize. To you.

{He doesn't want to fight San Lang. Not in the least. His "weapon" isn't even raised - it's just there to make a point. He will interfere and find a way to disarm the other man safely. They both know he isn't above or beneath harming himself in the process. But Hua Cheng will not bear a single wound. Not even the slightest nick.

Wincing as the tavern crumbles more, he approaches his dear one, gazing at him appealingly.}

None of our lives are worth very much - except to those who love us.

{He throws the piece of wood down and dusts his hands off.}

I'm a hypocrite, I know. If someone threw you down, I would scare the soul out of them too.

{The tavern owner cries out and falls to his knees, bowing to both of them.}

Please! Don't destroy everything! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

{Xie Lian cocks his head, barely giving the man a glance.}

You do not know who frequents your establishment. Be kind.

Your life has always been worth a great deal.

[Hua Cheng doesn't expect violence from Xie Lian, but the thought of standing against him is unbearable. He sheathes E-Ming.]

No one will throw me down, so you'll be spared the effort and the hypocrisy.

[He smiles. His tone takes on a more genuine lightness as he speaks. He intends to be overheard, speaking loudly enough for the unfortunate, groveling man to hear him easily.]

What do you think, gege? If you were not with me, I would not rest until not a single beam of this building remained standing. It's an eyesore that should be removed. But you are here, so you may decide what I will do.

Does that mean San Lang cares for me? I'm honored.

{The color on his cheeks says it's more than an honor, however Xie Lian is much too innocent to assume Hua Cheng could possibly mean more.}

No, they won't. I'm right here.

{He returns the smile and moves forward, taking hold of San Lang's arm.}

Leave it. You've made your point. Will you walk with me?

{Because he is selfish. He wants to steal San Lang's attention - if only for a little while.}

Yes, but I can't take credit. Without me, your life is still priceless.

[He continues to smile, his will to do violence fading rapidly now. Especially as he has no wish to defy Xie Lian.]

Ah, are you going to do me the honor of protecting me? I'm a fortunate man.

[He nods. He supposes the current damage to the tavern and the fact that this incident might ruin the establishment's reputation—tales of curses, bad omens, and disaster—might be harm enough. Such people are often hurt the most through a blow to the wallet.]

I'll leave things are they are, then.

[Hua Cheng's attention doesn't need to be stolen; it already belongs to Xie Lian.]

And I would enjoy nothing so much as a walk.

{"Yes..." Xie Lian fixates on that word and he finds himself smiling from ear to ear. What else does he need to hear? What else matters? He shyly hugs Hua Cheng's arm to his chest, ignoring the comments of anyone who lingers around them.}

I will protect you.

{He lets go of the arm and straightens Hua Cheng's sleeve, brushing off any dust he left behind. His robes really do need a wash after falling into the dirt!}

Because you are priceless to me.

{With that said, he begins to walk away from the tavern, amazed at his daring. Had he really...just said that?}

[If anyone were to speak ill of Xie Lian hugging his arm, Hua Cheng might be tempted into a rage again. But he has no time to deign to notice anyone else's reaction to the gesture, taking this moment in like the treasure it is.]

Then surely, no harm can ever touch me.

[He's still smiling, speaking lightly and holding his arm out to be brushed off, when Xie Lian says his next words.

For a moment, Hua Cheng goes still, as Xie Lian's meaning sinks in. He almost doesn't believe his ears at first, because the words seem so miraculous. But he couldn't have misheard, and he believes in Xie Lian's sincerity. Disbelief is shortly replaced by surprise—such as he hasn't felt in many years—and finally, a rush of delight washes everything else away.

His hesitation is slight, because instinct drives him to Xie Lian's side, and he falls into step beside him. Now it's his turn to reach out, his fingers lightly removing the dirt on Xie Lian's sleeve.]

And where are we going today, gege?

{Too much harm has already touched Hua Cheng. Xie Lian is naive, but he isn't naive enough to believe the other man has had an easy existence. He bows his head apologetically, unable to find the words to say he regrets not defending the other man before.}

You're sweet.

{All he can do is try to be worthy of this man now. His hands move to Hua Cheng's chest, smoothing out the fabric unnecessarily. A small smile tugs at his lips and he dares, for a moment, to meet the other man's gaze.}

You're also very handsome today {Always.}, San Lang.

{Then he turns to walk down the road, dabbing at his split lip with a handkerchief.}

There is a rumor about a haunted estate; the lord is quite desperate to be rid of the entity so he may welcome his new bride in peace.

[Hua Cheng wouldn't blame Xie Lian for a moment of the pain he suffered in the past. His smile doesn't falter, as if he has no idea of what Xie Lian might seek to apologize for.]

If you say so, then I must be sweet.

[There are certainly a number of people who would disagree with that assessment, but Xie Lian's opinion in the one that matters to him. He meets Xie Lian's gaze, allowing Xie Lian to smooth his clothing however he chooses. He can't deny he enjoys the attention, basking in its warmth, as he might with the light of the sun.]

Thank you, but I believe gege is the handsome one.

[He studies Xie Lian's face thoroughly, as if to remind himself of all the reasons his assertion is true. As his gaze passes over that split lip, Hua Cheng feels a heated resurgence of his earlier anger. He almost determines to return and made sure that that tavern owner dies painfully—but he remembers Xie Lian's words. He'll honor his wishes.]

And you've taken it upon yourself to assist? In that case, it's lucky that I happened upon you today. I enjoy seeing you at work.

{That just makes Hua Cheng all the more precious. To him and in general!}

You are. I don't know what to do with you.

{He chuckles to hide the way his face heats and his heart flutters. No one has ever made him feel this way. Each time they touch, he feels hungry for more. But that's dangerous - not only to his cultivation but also to his already sorely battered heart.}

I'm a mess. If you don't mind accompanying me like this, I would appreciate your company very much.

{The weight of Hua Cheng's gaze makes his cheeks redder and he almost feels hypnotized.}

Mm...I... I have. Since I was in the area anyway, I see no reason why I can't help.

{Bad luck or not, he is still a well-educated cultivator. One ghost won't cause him too much trouble, surely.}

Edited 2025-04-11 22:36 (UTC)

You'll have to let me know once you decide what to do with me, then. I'm very interested to find out.

[In spite of his manner towards some others, he doesn't tire of being sweet to Xie Lian. It's always rewarding, and it's what Xie Lian deserves. Also, he can't resist the lure of watching him blush and smile, as he is now. He doesn't seem at all discomfited by Hua Cheng's earlier outburst, even though Hua Cheng had come very close to killing that man remorselessly.]

If you're a mess, I must enjoy the company of messes. Perhaps mess doesn't mean what I thought it did, after all...

[To him, Xie Lian is luminous, very far from messy in his eyes. Even a little dirt and wear only enhance his goodness and elegance.]

Oh, of course. No reason whatsoever. I wonder... Were you in the area already, or did you hear of this entity and happen to come this way afterward?

[Now he can't resist teasing, with a faint smirk. Though inwardly, he is completely serious about accompanying Xie Lian. He knows very well how much trouble one ghost can cause.]

{Ideas rush through his mind and Xie Lian has a difficult time containing them. One part of him knows exactly what it wants to do with Hua Cheng! But that would be forceful and wrong. Or maybe not wrong if Hua Cheng agrees...? Then there is his cultivation to think about, but it's not like it has done him much good in centuries. Giving it up for a kiss wouldn't be a bad trade off.

Gasping at his shamelessness, he tucks his hair behind his ear and tries to speak.}

You shouldn't worry about what I think or... {Want to do.} San Lang could have the attention of beautiful women. Perhaps he should leave this messy god behind, ah?

{Please don't his heart screams.}

...mm I...heard about it. This place wasn't far off the path I was taking. {Just a handful miles.}

I'm curious, too. Why would a ghost bother newlyweds? {Unless said ghost had an attachment to one of said newlyweds beforehand?}

Edited 2025-04-12 11:53 (UTC)

You were wondering what to do with me. I was simply curious as to what your final decision would be. Since that's to be my fate.

[Hua Cheng smiles, unaware of the scandalous nature of Xie Lian's thoughts, though he does enjoy watching the series of expressions that play across his face, and that little gesture as he tucks his hair behind his ear.]

Is that what I could have? Beautiful women... Interesting. I'll keep that in mind, gege. Thank you for the advice.

[Of course, he has no intention whatsoever of considering it.]

So it wasn't far, and you had to have a look.

[Driven to help others, of course, regardless of whether he has to go out of his way. It's not surprising. So many other deities would have simply ignored the issue. Most gods aren't deserving of the title.]

I'm not sure, as it depends on the ghost. All ghosts have their own motivations. Some can be vengeful and full of rage. When they lash out, there's not necessarily any logic to it.

My...final...decision. For San Lang. {Xie Lian draws out his thoughts, aware of Hua Cheng's smile and feeling a bit giddy over it. He doesn't dare push too far and yet what's wrong with pushing a little?} You're so good to me that I can only imagine one fate for you if...you wish to stay near me.

{He glances at the other man flirtatiously, in a rush of confidence born from Hua Cheng's smile. Said confidence falters, however, in the next moment and his smile is shy.}

If you want beautiful women, yes. You could have an Empress, I'm sure of it.

{The ghost is easier to talk about and he clears his throat.}

They don't need logic to be angry or to be hurt. I can understand their emotions. Frankly, I don't seek to punish them unless they are being bullies.

Oh, so you have decided my fate already? Are you going to share it with me? I agree to abide by your decision.

[He likes being pushed a little by Xie Lian; it gives him a thrill. Xie Lian's words are intoxicating, and how could he not want to stay near him? It's all he's wanted. That flirtatious look that flashes in Xie Lian's eyes makes his lips part, and he could lose himself completely in that gaze, for a few centuries.]

An empress— Do you have someone in mind for me? I didn't realize you were a matchmaker.

[He's not taking any beautiful women recommendations seriously, but he does manage to not to laugh, though he's still smiling.]

No, they don't. I mean it could be a reason that would be hard to guess. Perhaps they were unhappy in love, perhaps they're delusional, or perhaps they simply enjoy causing pain.

What will you do to them if you don't punish them?

[Hua Cheng is more than willing to dole out punishment, if anyone should trouble Xie Lian—as he almost did with that tavern owner.]

Reason with them?

Mm I have, though it matters greatly to me that you agree to it. {He can't look him in the eye anymore and there are signs of his nervousness as he tugs on his sleeves and checks that his appearance is in order.}

...not an empress. {He laughs softly, shakily.} I would be an awful matchmaker. I wouldn't dare to try! Besides, San Lang deserves what I treasure most.

{The last piece of hope inside of him, the only reason he has pushed himself forward for centuries.}

Ah I truly hope it is the first or the second. {Delusion is better than cruelty.}

I want to help them. If they wish to move on, I can make that available to them. If they wish to visit your city and start a new...afterlife...that too is a possibility. I just want them to leave the living alone.

So you mean to keep me in suspense, I see. I will patiently wait for you to reveal my fate to me, then.

[He nods, accepting this delayed revelation without complaint.]

I don't think an empress would be right for me, either, especially without your recommendation.

If there is something you treasure most, then it must be truly precious. Perhaps I'm not worthy of such a prize. I wouldn't wish to deprive you of anything dear to you.

[He would gladly continue this conversation all day, lightly bantering, but he takes Xie Lian's goals very seriously, so he's already considering what—or who—the entity they're seeking might turn out to be.]

We will have to see. I would say some ghosts would take you up on your offer, but not most—not if they have already gone so far as to trouble the living. Were you told anything about how this "haunting" manifests?

[Many reported hauntings prove not to be the handiwork of ghosts at all, but enough are genuine that there's cause for concern.]

{...he inhales deeply. They are close to their destination and, for a few moments more, they are alone. He doesn't wish to embarrass either of them before a crowd. Not for what he has in mind.

After a quick look around, he steps before Hua Cheng, blocking his path. Then he pulls him into his arms, their faces an inch apart.}

You deprive me...of nothing. {Xie Lian kisses him then, softly and yet with warmth. Lips on lips until his head spins.}

...San Lang. {Flushed bright red, he steps back and gives the other man room to breathe. Room to think.}

She mm. She screams. All night long and... Furniture moves. Large pieces of furniture. Usually they are aimed at the lord.

Edited 2025-04-22 11:11 (UTC)

[OTA, he honestly applies to either role.]

[The immensely protective one, though it might be fun to have someone else be protective of him.]

[Or his AUs. Either role fine]

[probably protecting, but I'm done circumstances could be the protected.]

(( Either role ))

[ so canon it hurts lolol ]

(( Would you be interested in one(1) Zack Fair reaping the benefits of having a Turk on speed dial? If you have a particular prompt or thread you wanna do, let me know.

Consider: Reno has feelings and was trying to keep it professional, but oops he can't not step in to help Zack when he's in trouble, and now the cat's out of the bag. Alternatively, I'm also here to handwave them already being a couple, especially if you'd prefer Zack being the one calming down a pissed off Reno.

If you prefer gen, I'm also down for that as well. Reno has respect for Zack and the other Turks adore him; he'd stick his neck out to help. ))

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suwa rei / buddy daddies / ota

todoroki shouto | my hero academia | ota

fushiguro megumi / jujutsu kaisen / ota

Kyotaro Sugishita | Wind Breaker

Cassian Andor | Rogue One | OTA

Rey | Star Wars | OTA