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Dad | platonic!John Price x m!reader

Anonymous asked: hello, I was hoping you could do a price and m!reader ,with the reader being a young soldier in the 141 who price personally trained so there’s that sort of father son bond , with the prompt “this is the sixth fight I’ve had to stop you getting into, what’s going on?”. I kinda have an ideas that the reader keeps getting in fights with the older soldiers cause they don’t think the reader is deserving of being in the 141 but you don’t have to do specifically that. Thank you:)))

summary: Price’s treatment of you does result in some tension between you and the other soldiers. 

tws: swearing, violence, smoking 

Lazily, you stretched as you folded your arms across your chest, eyes feeling heavy as you yawned so harshly that your eyes watered and your jaw ached; Price had gotten you up early, said something about one of your old RAF colleagues coming over to see how you were doing, and now you were shattered. Price was lucky that he was family, if anything; after he had taken it upon himself to train you up when you first joined the army, seeing you all the way through to joining the RAF and then taking you under his wing so that he could train you for the task force before you joined it under his command, it was hard to think of him as anything else.

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Defender | König x trans!m!reader

anonymous asked: Hi! This is my first request but I think the prompts "walk the fuck away" and "are you scared of me now" with könig, where someone is being transphobic to trans!m!reader and konig deals with it but is scared he may have frightened reader ending with "the world will never know a man as amazing as you" from reader <3

summary: König loves you, there's no doubt about that, and he will always fight your corner.

tws: transphobia, swearing, some violence (not super graphic)

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König had heard it from the moment that he had stepped onto base; the amount of self righteous, stupid and cruel, cunts spewing bullshit about you as they always did. He despised it, and although he knew that you took care of it yourself more often than not, he was also well aware that not many people stuck up for you, either.

He did, and so did Horangi, but nobody else. Often, you were told to shut up and take it, be glad that they were only joking, stop being so fucking whiny, it's not their fault - he couldn't stand it. He knew you couldn't do anything about it, you had tried a thousand and one times, so he knew he had to step in.

It wasn't hard to find you, looking down at the floor and chewing at the inside of your lip as a group of people surrounded you; König heard everything. The way that they called you a girl, a woman; the way they poked fun at your body and told you that you would never be a real man; it was enough to make anyone sick, the way they spoke such bullshit with such cruelty.

König was light enough on his feet, sneaking up behind you and glaring at them. "Entschuldigung."

The leader of the pack glared at him. "What? Can't you see we're busy here making sure that this... I don't even know what this fucking abomination is, knows it's not welcome to be around us in the changing rooms."

Slowly, König brought himself between them and you, folding his arms across his chest and staring down at the leader of the pack. "How about you pick on someone your own size, hmm? Or are you scared?"

They tried to punch him, to get him out of the way, but he caught their fist, and with little effort, started to squeeze down; they howled, starting to sob as they fell to their knees before him. He squeezed down harder, and they howled louder, begging for him to let go.

"If you wish to say anything to my boyfriend again," he growled, "them you will have to go through me... is that clear?"

"Fuck... you..."

König tutted, letting go of their fist and grabbing them by the hair, nearly tearing it out of the scalp as he grasped the back of their head; he knew he could crush their skull, he had done it before, but he needed a little control - high command wouldn't take kindly to a fellow soldier being murdered on base, after all.

"Apologise to him," König demanded quietly. "Or ich tu dir weh... badly."

They squirmed, begging for mercy that would not come. "Put me down, brute."

"Hmm... nein," he shook his head. "Apologise to the man. Now."

The apologies came out hurried and panicked, but König didn't care, waiting for you to gently tug at his shirt before he let them go at last, huffing. "Walk the fuck away, cunt."

They did as they were told, retreating with their tails between their legs and saying that they would contact high command about the incident, about König's behaviour and your existence; he would have a word with Price in the morning to make sure that the record was straight.

But then you sniffled, and König frowned, suddenly backing away as he held up his hands, showing you his palms as he shook his head. "I'm sorry... are you scared of me now?"

"No," you looked up at him, eyes glassy with tears that threatened to fall quickly and harshly, voice shaky and a bloodied lip. "Just... thank you."

König shook his head, slow and cautious movements as he made his way back over, sinking to his knees in front of you; he gently brought his hand to your face, thumb tracing over the cut on your lip. "Did they do this?"

You nodded.

"I'll kill them," he growled, accidentally smearing your blood on his skin as he clenched his jaw ever so tightly. "I'll kill all of them."

"Don't," you said softly. "They deserve it, but... they'd punish you, and you don't deserve that."

"Did I scare you?"

"Never," you breathed out, pulling his hand from your face so that you could hold it tightly. "I'd never be scared of you... not you."

He hummed quietly, resting his free hand on your knee as he looked up at you like a kicked puppy; if there was anyone on the planet he didn't want to be cruel to, didn't want to hurt or scare away, it was you. He loved you, he looked forward to the day he would stand under the chuppah with you and finally be able to call you his husband; he never wanted to hurt you.

"You don't..." you sighed, shaking your head. "You don't think I'm not a real man, do you?"

"I know you're a real man," König told you. "A few dumm cunts won't change that. Ever. You're a real man, mein Mann, and there's nothing any stupid bastard could say to make me walk away... are you feeling better?"

You nodded. "Thank you... I... I can't thank you enough, Mein Prinz."

König grinned, nodding. "It's my job, isn't it? You stand up for me all the time, mein Bärchen - it's what boyfriends do."

You wanted to agree, pushing yourself down and straddling his waist as you wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face against the side of his neck, a final sniffle leaving you. Blocked nose from crying too much yet somehow too little. You adored König at the best of times, you loved him more than you had ever loved another man, and you couldn't deny that any time he came to your aid, you fell in love with him a little bit more.

No one stood up for you, Horangi did when he was around but it was rare, whenever someone came to your defence you were more than thankful for it; but as König held you so closely, rubbing your back softly, you knew that there was no one else like him, and your gratitude wasn't just because he had stood up for you.

"The world will know another man as amazing as you," you muttered. "You know that, don't you?"

"You remind me every day," he said softly. "But... danke... are you hungry?"

You nodded.

"Come on," he coaxed gently. "We'll go to that little café in town. I'll pay."

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Big Brother Keegan | platonic!Keegan P Russ x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: “You’re a softie, really” keegan russ & familial m!reader pls

summary: Keegan hates your fucking guts, but he does love you… kind of.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence

Keegan loathed you. He absolutely despised and hated you with every fibre of his being, but if someone were to so much as look at you the wrong way, he wouldn’t hesitate to cause them such woe and agony and misery that it would make anyone wince and ask if it was a bit too much; he supposed, though, that’s why the other Ghosts teased him about being your adopted big brother. He loathed you so much that if you even hinted at being upset, he would immediately try to find out who had caused it, and make them suffer; only he was allowed to bully you, no one else, and he made that more than known. Even the other Ghosts didn’t try to so much as playfully bully you, as they didn’t want to face Keegan losing his temper with them. No matter what, big brother Keegan was always there to save you; whether you were too smart for your own good and had gotten yourself into shit, too ambitious and rambunctious and ending up in a situation you weren’t prepared for, or simply because you refused to slow down, refused to back down; big brother Keegan was always there to pull your ass out of the fire, with only mild complaints about it. Big brother Keegan, always there to pull his little SAS brother out of any shit that tried to coat him. 

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