c/w: graphic description of panic attack, self harm via scratching
Keeping green iguana!reader in a body of water for extended time as a form of torture
Waiting till their muscles lock up an their organism slows, then warming them up just to do it all over again
smth being rescued by your team smth
But now your deathly afraid of anything lager than a basin of water, even showers being difficult as soon as multiple parts of you are wet
Now you sit anxiously by the lake when Otter!Gaz swims
Something you always did together
Tiger!Simon cant get you groomed like usual cause you wont get in the tub only tolerating a warm washcloth and his tongue when his instincts scream for it
Loon!Soap that fishes for your favourite snacks when your crave them, even tho you wouldnt admit, not wanting them to see how afraid you were
Komodo!Price had always loved swimmung with you, your smaller size allowing you to get comfortable on his chest and drift with him
Now he's lucky if he can get you to bask on a stone near the water
Now any water based exercises are off the table for the forseeable future price is afraid
He had seen how you froze when a rookie prank doused you in water, how every muscle tightened and no rational thought was left in your eyes when you had bolted
He tracked you down and found you frantically ripping your clothing off, scratching at your skin in an desperate attempt to rid your nerve endings of that feeling, your eyes screwed shut, mouth contorted in a silent scream
Your sharp nails had already drawn blood, deep scratches across your arms and chest, even your face wasnt left out
You were pressing yourself into a corner, pressing your arms against your chest in an desperate attempt to selfsooth while still scratching any skin available
Loon soap burst in the room and looked deeply unsettled when observing your state but he steeled his resolve, throwing a glance at his captain
"Any plans? Ideas?"
Price shook His head, anxiously stroking his beard looking helpless
Soap had to stop your self mutilation first and he hoped to anything above that youd somewhat respond to his voice
Otherwise it could turn ugly
He had the scars from simons episodes as prove
"hey bonnie, you hear me?" Trying to make himself as small as possible he crouched on the floor, inching closer to your shaking form
You were mumbling incoherntly now and showing no sign of seeing him when your gaze swept over him
You werent reacting in any way, no flicker of eyes or hitch in breath
He neared you sideways along the wall, his wing cautiously reaching out and making first contact
You flinched back like electrocuted but your eybrows knitted together in confusion
He tried again and you didnt react as much so he took the chance and wrapped his wing in a tight cocoon around you
You thrashed for a moment until he had a secure grip on you
Deep pressure seemed to help simon as well as you and you couldnt scratch without a smuch movement
You slowly seemed to come back to yourself
The small dark room with only a pool and slender walkway grew lighter around youin your minds eye as you registered the feeling of feathers surrounding you
Fingers tentativly reaching out you sunk them into the downy feathers , clutching them desperatly as the feeling of arms tightly wrapped around you came next and with a flick of your tongue you could finally recognize soap
Muscles slowly loosening you sagged against him, your breathing still coming laboured and your brain foggy
Memories still fighting to be on the forefront of your mind you rubbed harshly at your eyes, taking lungfulls of air to stay focused on soap
His feathers, smell, heartbeat and warmth
"you're goin ta be okay hen"
Soap finally allowed himself to breath when he felt yours finally slow and looked up, expecting to find his captain
He was met with the rest of their taskforce, various levels of worry etched on their faces
They had a long way to go
a/n: i should have been asleep already and lost steam at the end i'm sorry
i was observing my cats interact with each other over food and the more dominant one stared until the smaller one just walked away
And now I cant stop thinking about smaller cat species reader (i'm thinking of manul or smth) being picked on at mess
You were just minding your own business. Glad to be early enough to get the good grub for once. Only it seemed a fellow cat species had a problem with that.
He was invading your space, staring you down and making himself seem bigger.
Clearly he was trying to get you to leave your hard earned food to him.
Bloody hell! Your stomach was rumbling too much to give it up. Before a warning growl could rumble through your chest, the offender had already let up and lowered his eyes.
Only when you could feel a discreet hand on your lower back did you know why.
The asshole had royally fucked up.
Tiger!Ghost had arrived to see what the uphold was and was so not amused at what he found.
I feel that you love deeply and it comes across as a sort of sacrificial love (especially for Lena, as you do not hesitate to relive your painful past in a bid to give her strength and bravery). I'm sure you have feelings for St. Clair, and it is because of your troubled past that you did not love him fully.
…Thank you. I love my daughter. And you are right. Now Saint is a ghost. He and I can now love equally.
you are smart to keep the gifts St. Clair gave you. they came in handy, didn't they?
I could see what will happen in the future, so I simply kept them because I knew this man would someday be my husband, and that someday he would ask to see them again. He cried when I brought out the (worthless) trinkets. They did not ‘come in handy’ because I was a tiger ghost that loved him the only way a ghost knows how to love. Arms that encircled but did not touch. No hunger. No fullness.
If you can see the bad things that will happen to your family, why don't you stop it? The thing about your baby falling out dead- why didn't you do anything?
When I married Saint, I became an unseen spirit, a tiger ghost. And even if I told Saint my anxiety, he would not understand me because he spoke only a few canned Chinese expressions, and I spoke in moods and gestures, looks and silences, and sometimes a combination of English punctuated by hesitations and Chinese frustrations.
