Whumptober Day 2-Konig

Whumptober Day 2-Konig

✲Prompt: "They don't care about you."

✲Yandere!Konig AU

✲Warnings: angst, toxic behavior, manipulation, yelling, self-deprecating thoughts

✲MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Your heart was beating against your chest so hard you thought it was rattling your ribs. Konig had you cornered in your own room and the crazed look in his eyes had you petrified. This was not the man you fell in love with. The Konig you started to date was your protector and treated you with the utmost gentleness. Right now whoever this was in front of you was not someone you held any love for. 

This whole predicament had started when you had told Konig that you felt it was best if the both of you broke up. As the months went on in the relationship he started to be as loving with you and it started to turn into controlling and obsessive behaviors. It started with him asking you to share your location with him on the phone. You thought his intentions were pure since he said he just wanted to make sure he was able to know where you were if something were to happen to you. Then it evolved into him interrogating you whenever you were going out with friends as to who was going to be there and what you were going to do while you were out. If it was somebody that he wasn’t the biggest fan of then forget about those plans. It got even worse when he would want to do routine checks on your phone to make sure you weren’t doing anything to betray his trust. Meanwhile, he didn’t see that he was losing your trust in him and you were slowly trying to pull yourself away from him.

“You think any other man could treat you better than how I care for you schatzi? I do all of these things because I care about you!” His voice was reverberating off the walls in your room and it made you cower deeper into the corner you were forced into to try and pull yourself as far away as possible from Konig’s mountainous body. “I need you to know that all of those dirty men out there on the streets do not have your best interest at heart. They don’t care about you!” 

His words stung and polluted your mind. Were you truly so hard to take care of and love? You slid down and slumped against the wall contemplating all the negative thoughts that started to cloud over you. Your frame was trembling as choked sobs pushed their way through your throat. You buried your head into your hands trying to muffle the sound of your cries and hoping to even stifle whatever you’re feeling right now. It would be better to be numb right now. Konig stooped down and wrapped his thick, muscular arms around your quivering body and pressed your head into his chest. 

“I hope you get rid of that silly idea that we should break up from your head, meine Schatz. I love you and I don’t want you to forget it.” 

Whumptober Day 3-Simon 'Ghost' Riley

✲Prompt: "Make it stop."

✲Warnings: angst, hurt to comfort, night terrors, feelings of panic

✲a/n: day 3 came out a little late yall i got sick and uni has been a little rough im sorry!

✲MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

You didn’t know what to do. Tears were streaming down your face while you were trying to restrain Simon as he was thrashing around from the night terrors that plagued his mind. You knew that he suffered from night terrors as he had mentioned it to you once the relationship got serious and you started to sleep over at his home. He had told you what to do in these moments, but the panic bubbling in your chest had caused you to draw a blank as to what needed to be done. 

“Simon it’s just me! It’s Y/N. You’re safe at home. It’s just me and you in your bedroom in Manchester, England.” His eyes shot open and his chest was rising and falling at a fast pace from his laborious breathing. It pained you to see him like this and you wish you could take all his pain away. His eyes frantically searched your face to see if you were okay after fully coming back to his senses and realizing you had to witness him like that. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that, sweetheart.” You wrapped your arms tightly around his middle and gave him a loving squeeze. “Simon, don’t ever be sorry about that. I’m sorry I can’t take it away from you and ease you of your troubles.” He felt your tears start to re-emerge and wet his chest. He tapped the bottom of your chin with two fingers to tilt your head to meet his. His warm hand cupped your cheek and wiped the flowing tears from under your bottom lash line. “Sweetheart, you’ve done enough for me already. You don’t need to worry your pretty self about me. Just having you next to me is enough to make me forget about the terrors anyway. You know how to make it stop by just loving me.” He quelled your hiccups with a chaste kiss against your swollen lips that you didn’t even realize you were biting.

 “Go to bed now love, everything will be okay.” You rolled your body over and slotted yourself perfectly against Simon’s body and he wrapped his large arms gently around your frame. You took in his scent that surrounded you and it grounded you and brought you the comfort you needed to sleep well through the rest of the night. Unbeknownst to you Simon spent the rest of the night awake so he didn’t have to worry about interrupting your rest again. He tried to distract his mind away from the dark looming clouds surrounding his brain by just admiring you and reminiscing about all the great memories you too have shared. You have already done enough to make Simon a happier and more content man. He wouldn't dare ask you to do more for him and be a shrink for him; he just couldn’t require that from you. 

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Whumptober Day 6-Simon 'Ghost' Riley

✲Prompt: “It should have been me.”

✲Warnings: angst, death, car crash, feelings of grief

✲a/n: im having so much fun with whumptober so far buuuuut i think i gotta slow down with the posting after this week its getting really draining to post every day. its not set in stone, but we'll see this is just a heads up that if you see my posts slow down you know why

✲MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

The days have been devoid of color since your death. It’s been four months since your tragic passing. It was so unexpected. You were on your way home from work and had Simon on speakerphone as you were driving. You were just droning on about your day at work telling him that nothing spectacular or out of the ordinary had happened. He was half listening as he was folding up a fresh load of laundry that was still warm from the dryer. You were less than six minutes away from your home until a car suddenly shot out into the road and despite your fast reflexes you couldn’t brake in time and the two cars collided. Simon heard the commotion and felt his blood run cold. He shouted your name hoping that he would hear your voice call out to him, but it was nothing. He heard the clamor of other people’s voices on the phone, but none of theirs was yours. 

He flung down the clothes, grabbed his keys and sprinted out the door. His eyes quickly scanned the screen of his phone trying to pinpoint your location and started to drive. He was thankful you weren’t too far from home and was able to reach your location in no time. He dissociated the entire ride. He was out of it and just needed to see your face to snap back into reality. The road was already surrounded by police cars and ambulances and the sirens were just a dull buzz in Simon’s ears. None of this was making sense for him. He rushed over to the closest officer to see if he could get any insight on how you were. 

“My wife is in this crash! I need to see her and make sure she’s okay. She drives the silver sedan!” The officer jumped when he turned around and saw Simon’s hulking figure and heard his loud and abrasive voice. “Sir, you need to stand back. Once we retrieve your wife from the wreckage we’ll be able to tell you on how to proceed.” Simon was anxiously waiting trying not to make this harder than it needed to be. He saw the paramedics bring out a gurney towards the car you drove and once he saw your limp and bloody body he lost all control. He sprinted towards the ambulance that you were put in, but the paramedics closed the doors before he could get a better glance at you. 

“Please I need to see my wife let me in!” One of the stockier-built men stepped up to Simon to put space between him and the other paramedics just in case they thought Simon was about to lash out. “Sir we’re taking her to the nearest emergency hospital 3 miles from here but we need to leave now if we want her to have any chance of survival. She needs to be put into surgery now. Just follow the truck and you can wait in the waiting room.” Simon nodded and said nothing in response as he jumped into his car and trailed the ambulance that swerved through traffic with its sirens blaring.

Simon couldn’t relax in the waiting room. This was the only time he’d ever felt so wound up in his life. His feet incessantly tapped the linoleum tile and his hands gripped the edge of the leather seat until his knuckles were white and his veins popped out. He knew your surgery was going to be a while after suffering such a traumatic injury and he would wait lifetimes if that meant that you were going to be okay, but the minutes felt like they were dragging on and it was starting to feel unbearable.  

“Mr. Riley?” His head shot up as he had a doctor's request for him. He stood up and followed the doctor into the hallway. He noticed that the doctor’s facial expression was hard to read, but he tried not to panic. “Sir, I am so sorry to say that the surgery was not a success. Your wife had multiple bones broken and there was too much blood loss despite giving a blood transfusion. Her body went into shock and we could not bring her back.” Simon’s ears were ringing and his body was trembling. He was stuck in place. He couldn’t even process the grief. Everything was numb. 

The doctor gave Simon a pamphlet for cremation and burial services and then led him down to the morgue so he could get one final look. Your body was covered with a pristinely white sheet up to your collarbones and your eyes were closed. You were so much paler than Simon could ever imagine you and it stunned him. He’s seen multiple people die in his life due to his career, but he would never want to see you like them. It was entirely too much. Simon couldn’t do anything but silently cry. He caressed your cheek and pushed back your hair to place a last kiss on your forehead. The coldness of your skin made this whole situation really sink in for him.

“You didn’t deserve this, my love. It should’ve been me.”

Whumptober Day 1-John 'Soap' MacTavish

✲Prompt: Swooning

✲Coffee Shop AU

✲Warnings: none just really fluffy

The seasons started to change from from the warm and dewy spring weather, to the blistering heat of summer, and now the leaves are starting to develop their warm-toned hues. As a barista the autumn season was your favorite as the drinks and treats your store provided made you feel cozy. You loved your job and the various people you get to meet and the regulars you build a cordial relationship with. As of recently, there has been one customer that has piqued your interest. 

Johnny. That was his name and hearing him say it for the first time when you needed a name provided for the order made your heart stutter in your chest. He had you hooked with his winsome smile, thick accent, and his unique haircut. Despite what anyone says about a mohawk haircut he pulls it off way better than anyone should. The man was enigmatic, to say the least. He would come to the shop twice a week: Wednesdays and Fridays. He would always order a hot blonde roast coffee with two sugars and the slightest amount of half and half. He wasn’t a man of frills you noticed. 

The first encounter you had with him at the register you were a mess. Your words were rushed and jumbled together and you couldn't bring yourself to make eye contact with him. As the weeks started to pass by you were able to build up some confidence and hold conversations with him. It could be something as small as you greeting him first with a ‘good morning’ when he walks through the door or even questions getting to know him such as asking what his favorite color is so you know what color straw to give him for his coffee. Just the simple things. 

He never stays around after he receives his coffee order you have also come to notice. He would thank you with a bright smile and beeline straight to the door. Today you have come to notice that after you had taken his order he found a table in the corner of the store and started to make himself comfortable by taking out a laptop and charger and setting up whatever paperwork he needed to get done. This had surprised you, but you tried to pay no mind to it. Once his coffee was done you called his name and he coolly strode over with a smirk on his face. He thanks you and in one fluid movement, he takes the coffee but slides a small slip of paper into your palm. “Here’s my number. Wanted to try to get to know a Bonnie gal like you a little more. Send me a text later.” And with that, he sent himself off with a wink and once you saw he was in his seat and you were out of his line of sight you held the paper close to your chest while trying to calm the grin plastered onto your face. You were starting to get giddy just thinking of all the possibilities that could come out of seeing Johnny outside of work.

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Mink's first mission with KorTac doesn't go as smoothly as it could, and there is a definite learning curve to joining a new pack.

Warnings: Brief canon typical violence, shooting, injury, blood, death of unnamed characters, pack dynamics, unhealthy coping mechanisms, everybody is allergic to emotions.

Word count: 1.9k

Eventual Horangi x König x f!reader

You'd known from the beginning that you'd get sent out. That was part of belonging to a PMC. 

But you hadn't counted on being part of a pack. 

Horangi and König both seemed relaxed, but then, they both had more experience than you did. You tried to let their ease help you. 

This was supposed to be a relatively simple op. The goal was to rescue several prisoners. König would be leading the group to rescue the prisoners. 

You and Horangi had been assigned to the outside group, taking care of any resistance before it became a problem. 

It was odd being with Horangi but not König. You'd gotten so used to the two of them being together all the time over the past weeks that having just one was a little strange. Which probably meant that you needed to spend more time with them one on one, honestly. 

Horangi tipped his head down at you, one eyebrow raising over the rim of his sunglasses. "Ready?" He asked, keeping his voice quiet. 

"Yes, sir." You breathed in slowly, shaking out your shoulders. Gear all felt good, you were as ready as you could be. 

Horangi led you over to the group, and you kept close to him. He didn't say a word, but you could smell the amusement rolling off of him. You just huffed softly. 

Naturally, the two of you were paired up, and sent off to get to your assigned location. Neither of you spoke, Horangi taking the lead easily. 

Then you had to wait. Because of course you did. Even here there was a lot of hurry up and wait. 

"Nervous?" Horangi purred from next to you. 

You didn't startle at the sudden question, but you did side-eye him. "Eh. Only a little." 

He snorted softly but didn't offer anything else. You just kept watching for anything worthy of alarm. Or shooting. 

The first part was quiet. Neither of you spotted anything, the comm in your ear keeping you apprised of the other team’s movements. 

The hostages had just been secured when you heard something other than the comm. You turned slowly, head tilting, listening. You could just see Horangi turning to look at you, clocking your sudden alertness. 

Which was the only reason the bullet hit him in the shoulder and not the chest. 

He went down and you swore, bringing your gun up and crouching next to him. The shot had come from behind him, where another two-person team was supposed to be set up. 

“Alpha?” you asked softly, focusing on the glint of a weapon, following that to the single sniper clearly still searching for the two of you. 

“Not gonna die,” he grunted, teeth clenched. “Line up a shot.”

Your grin felt a little feral, blood singing with the promise of getting a little retribution, even as the smell of blood filled your nose. A bullet hit the rock you were sheltering behind, but you didn’t flinch. You waited, patient, breathing slowly, ignoring the sounds of Horangi moving himself to better cover. 

And as soon as you saw the sniper poke out from their own hiding spot, you pulled the trigger. 

The sniper crumbled to the ground, and you hummed in satisfaction. 

“One wounded,” Horangi was in the middle of reporting in as you tuned back in, satisfied that the threat was eliminated. “Sniper down.” 

“Copy,” came the growl from the other end of the line. Oh, König was not happy. You glanced at Horangi but couldn’t tell anything, his expression hidden and scent camouflaged by the blood. “We are on the way to exfil.”

Horangi grunted, pushing to his feet. You were at his side a moment later, not quite hovering but close in case he needed anything. “Take lead,” he grunted to you. 

You hesitated a bare moment before you nodded, stepping ahead of him, gun up, listening carefully for anything unusual. But there was nothing the entire way back to exfil. Horangi moved steadily behind you, only the occasional hitch in his breathing betraying him. 

“Anything I can do?” you asked softly, not relaxing enough to look back at him. Not yet. 

He chuffed, a sound far too feline to have come from a human throat. “Don’t fuss.”

Your shoulders tensed, pulling up towards your ears, and it took a moment to force them back down. But you didn’t say anything else, just led the way down to meet up with the rest. 

The hostages were safe, the rest of the team coming back in. Two casualties, two injuries. Half a dozen hostiles had managed to circle up on two of the pairs, killing two operatives and injuring Horangi and one other before they’d been eliminated. 

You sat away from Horangi and König on the ride back to base, choosing instead to put earbuds in and tune out. You needed to figure out your own emotions first, before you reported back to them. 

König glanced back at you once before he hustled Horangi off. Probably to medical. You went to give your report, wanting to be done as soon as possible. 

And then you headed for one of the common rooms. Not the pack room. Figuring yourself out came first, then checking on your alpha. 

Or avoidance. That came first when someone roped you into a game of Mario Kart. That was definitely easier than facing whatever had gone wrong earlier, how Horangi had dismissed your concern. 

Before you knew it, everyone was heading off to bed. You left too, a little slower. You had a room to yourself, tiny but yours - one of the benefits of being a registered shifter, apparently. You didn’t know if König or Horangi had updated your paperwork. It didn’t really matter, anyway. 

You sat on your bed, still too wired to sleep. Maybe a nice swim would help. Technically you weren’t supposed to after lights out, but… If you were sneaky, nobody else had to even know.

That thought in mind, you snuck out of the barracks and towards the pool instead. You left the lights off, using the bits of moonlight coming in the windows to show you the way. Base was odd this time of night, much quieter than you were used to. 

You left your clothes in the locker room, shifted, and scampered over to the pool. The water was pleasantly cool, and you dove down to the bottom of the pool. Not that you had anything to chase in here, but it felt good to just swim. 

You drifted idly for a bit, letting the comfort of weightlessness help settle you. For all that you spent a lot of your time with Horangi and König, you didn’t know them well. Which was fair. It took time to know someone. They didn’t exactly know you well, either. Misunderstandings were bound to happen. 

You ducked your head under the water and blew out a stream of bubbles. Just a misunderstanding, not a real push away. It was fine. Everything was fine. 

A splash caught your attention, and you twisted in the water to look for the source. Horangi had his feet in the water, sitting at the edge of the pool, sunglasses gone. You blinked at him, hesitating, before you ducked under the water again. 

If he wanted you, he’d get your attention somehow. 

You spent a few more minutes swimming, mostly under the water, before splashing drew you nearer to Horangi. You popped back up to the surface of the water to find the alpha already watching you. He beckoned you closer, and after a moment of hesitation you obeyed. He held his hands in the water, clearly expecting you to come all the way to him. You did, though you chittered at him to let him know that you would jump back into the pool if he squeezed you at all. 

But he surprised you, picking you up very gently and holding you close to his chest, heedless of the water that soaked into his sleep shirt. “König fusses like you wouldn’t believe,” he grumbled, thumb gentle as he stroked the top of your head. “It’s been the two of us for a long time.” He didn’t look down at you, but he did lean back a little, settling you more fully against his chest. With the lack of gear in the way, you could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong. 

You leaned into him, chittering softly at him. You understood, kind of. Although it had been a long time since anyone had fussed over you. 

He huffed softly. “Do I need to spell it out?” he asked, half-despairing. 

You blinked up at him, shifting your weight in his hands to put your front paws higher up his chest and chitter at him. 

He sighed softly, breath warm through the barrier of his face mask. “I was not trying to dismiss you, earlier,” he grumbled, soft and gruff. “One packmate fussing is bad enough.” 

You tipped your head, considering him. He was telling the truth, that much your nose confirmed. And he clearly didn’t like speaking so plainly, although whether that was because this had to do with emotions or his own opinions you weren’t entirely sure. You didn’t yet know him well enough to guess. 

So you decided to take it easy on him. You huffed and climbed the rest of the way up his chest and around the back of his neck before going boneless, draping yourself there like a fuzzy scarf. 

He snorted. “It’s a good thing you’re small,” he mumbled. “If you fall asleep, I’m not picking the lock to your room.” 

You huffed and briefly dug your claws into his shirt. Then you went limp again. 

You used to do this with your father often, before everything. 

You shied away from the memories and pushed your nose against Horangi’s neck, focusing on his scent, and the way he swore softly at your tiny cold nose against his skin. He still smelled a little like blood and antiseptic, but you could ignore that. 

Finally calming again, you closed your eyes and dozed, just a little. Just until he stood. Then you chittered at him, tensing and digging your claws into his shirt again. 

“Calm down,” he grumbled at you. “Locker room?” 

You huffed but settled down again. He walked over to the locker room before he plucked you from his shoulders, scruffing you easily. You hissed a little, not enjoying dangling from his hand this high above the floor, but you didn’t try to escape. Or attack his fingers. 

“We’re all off tomorrow,” he told you, holding you up to eye level even though you desperately looked anywhere but his eyes. “Come to the pack room after breakfast.”

You squeaked at him. Agreement and demand to be put down rolled in one.

“See you in the morning.” Horangi put you down next to your clothes and walked out of the locker room. 

You shifted back and took a quick shower to wash the chlorine out of your hair before getting dressed again. The trip back to your room was just as dark and quiet, and you made it back with no problem. 

Feeling better and more settled, sleep came easily to you.