#the inherent eroticism of getting injured in a fight

[flanklurker]

Hear me out bae,, Chamber x GN! Agent! Reader where they have similar personalities / relationship is Vi and Caitlyn from Arcane? Just the Reader being super flirty and bold, where Chamber is more focused on the task at hand? The reader also refers to him as Angel (as a nickname!) The reader gets into a SUPER bad fight with a mirror agent and wins, but Reader is left practically bleeding out + crawling (Reader got stabbed pretty bad in the side of their stomach, and over all just beaten up ; Basically the Bar fight w/ Vi and Sevika) and Chamber has to step in and help Reader get back to base, and even though Reader is literally bleeding out, they still flirt with him and are like, "See.. I knew you were my Angel :')" and then Chamber FINALLY reciprocates / flirts back saying something like, "If I were truly an Angel, I would follow you to the deepest pit of hell if it meant being with you." (or something like that) and the reader is just 😳 because Chamber flirted back x10 ???

OML I love this concept!! Pls bear with me as I haven’t actually seen Arcane (I swear as soon as I remember the Netflix password im in cause there’s this really hot lady with the gold hair bands and I have a mighty need to simp) but hehehe always down for a bit of a scuffle…

I also fully believe your reader is the reason behind Chamber’s line “stay focused, eyes off me.”

Chamber x GN!Reader: My Angel

The flyover on the dropship is a bog-standard one. Kay/0 sits at the control panel, Reyna broods in the front seat, Viper is… somewhere, checking her chemicals.

That leaves you, and him.

Chamber currently sits, back pressed against the metal and Headhunter in hand, examining the metal intently for any kind of imperfection. His eyes flicker quickly, methodically, rotating the weapon ever so slowly as he does so.

Naw, the opportunity’s too good to pass up.

“Chamber, darling, that weapon really is like its owner—you’re not going to find any imperfections there. Lost cause if you ask me.”

Without looking up, the man allows a small smile to tug the corner of his mouth.

“Oh believe me, mon canard, if I could be certain of that I would not be here. A person that cuts corners in this line of work is a corpse.”

“And yet, Phoenix and Yoru seem to be doing fine.”

“Touché.”

“Anyway, we’ve got your back, Angel. Not gonna give you up or let you down with hair so perfect it looks like it came straight from god.”

Chamber scoffs, and gives the gun a final appraisal, running his fingers along the barrel before he sets it back in the holster. “I trust you as much as I trust my tech. A healthy serve, but not the only thing on my plate.”

“Oh ye of little faith, Chamber.”

As he moves to quality check on his calling cards, you sigh and fiddle with your own pistol, idly spinning the fixings on the barrel and twiddling the ammo through your fingertips. He was always so focused when it came to missions… which was fine.

You don’t know why it wouldn’t be fine.

Why wouldn’t it be fine?

As the ship starts to land, it jolts you out of your thoughts as Kay/0 comes over the intercom.

“Sights set on Helipad R. Initial sweep from sensors indicates no hostiles on ground. Preparing to land.”

“Hear that pretty boy?” you turn to him. “Beach holiday has just moved up on the agenda.”

“Ahh, if only we had a free moment between all these gunfights to kick back. But alas, mon tresor, we do not.”

“Ugh. Guess I’ll put my bikini away then.” This one does get a mild chuckle from the man. “Now that would be an interesting mission.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t object to a bikini shotgun combo, Chamber? I thought it was kinda trashy but if you’re into that kind of thing…”

“All wild speculation, my dear,” he says, cutting you off and turning away. “I believe this is our cue to set up.”

“Well you’re no fun,” you pout. “Didn’t think Angels were supposed to be so dry and humourless.”

“Plenty of time for frivolities after the mission, ma puce.”

You swing your legs over the side, and land softly in the sand. Stretching and yawning, you take a moment to fully appreciate the ocean breeze and direct sunlight after hours cooped up. Nothing quite like having actual open space to stretch your legs—it was a novelty you could rarely indulge in in your covert lifestyle.

Maybe a beach trip would be nice sometimes.

Starting to move your way over to the bomb site with a massive pillar and old crumbling castle walls, you begin to scope out where you’ll need to put your util once the enemies arrive. You notice with satisfaction that there are a few cracks in the architecture which could be used to hide some shit if it came down to it.

A clean click lets you know that Chamber has started putting his trademarks around the entrances.

“Ah, the Angel returns from yonder, here to grace us with his presence and wisdom~ welcome great one.” You do an exaggerated bow to punctuate the bit.

“I believe Reyna said enemies were on their way, mon chou. I’m here to keep us alert and alive.”

“Have it your way, I’m trying to keep us dripped up and hot as fuc-“

You’re cut off by one of Chamber’s alarms pinging, and you whirl around to get an angle on the main entrance to site. Sure enough, recon bolt has lodged in the cobblestone and you can hear multiple footsteps hurtling around the corner.

“Fuck me. Viper we’ve got shit here, we’re gonna need you to cover.”

“Copy but it’s gonna take me a bit.”

You swear under your breath. “Chamber, where you at?”

The voice comes back through gritted teeth. “My apologies, mon bijou, we have a fair bit of company in elbow.”

You go to make a snarky remark along the lines of ‘where’s a good guardian angel when you need one’ before instinct takes over and you jerk back to avoid a slurry of bullets from the main entrance. Fuck.

A malevolent arcane hiss from around the corner tells you all you need to know—the mirror Reyna is fully on your ass right now.

Counting the three beats like your Reyna taught you, you prime your pistol and set up for an angle. You take your moment and peek the corner, firing your own spat of bullets. You hear a hiss of pain and grunt in satisfaction—probably clipped her shoulder.

You draw back, back pressed against the cold stone as you reload and gather your breath. About to take a step out to fire again, something screams in the back of your mind and you whirl around just in time to shift as Reyna’s knife embeds not in your chest, where it would have stuck, but into the top of your left shoulder.

You let out a hard grunt of pain as Reyna’s eyes pierce yours, whirling with bloodlust, hate and satisfaction. Fucking bitch.

“Fucking bitch,” you hiss out under your breath, and use the moment her gaze finds yours to get a left hook in against her jaw. She reels back, drawing her knife back. Using the momentum, you push through the pain to aim a sharp kick into her chest and send her off balance, lunging in.

Reyna’s quick on the recovery, quicker than you’d expected, and she grabs your bad shoulder and uses it to pivot you, slamming your back against the wall and pinning you there. Her thumb pushes into your open wound, eliciting a strangled gurgle for you as you fight the waves of pain.

You retaliate with a kick to the shins, and as the woman in front of you doubles down you bring your knee up to connect with her jaw. You allow yourself a small, petty grin hearing the crack and watching her stumble back, dazed.

As you do, a white-hot pain sears through your side and thuds out through the rest of your body. You look down to see her knife, this time jammed to the hilt in your lower abdomen. Oh, that’s not ideal.

You turn back to see her face contorted in a wild grin, wiping the smear of blood from the side of her mouth.

Something in you just snaps.

Biting the inside of your cheek to take the edge off the pain in your side, you lurch forward once more. With an uncanny surge of strength, you yank the knife from your side and in the same fluid movement, you arc your arm up and draw it across her clavicle.

Reyna barely has time to let out a raspy yelp before you’ve unholstered your pistol and fired three shots into her head.

The body crumples to the ground.

You stand there, numbly, blood roaring in your ears as your brain works to make sense of the bloody scene in front of you. And then the pain comes flooding back with a vengeance. You let out a strangled cry as a wave crashes over you, starting in your side and blossoming out to every nerve ending in your body.

You can feel your legs giving out and your vision growing dim, and so you make your best attempt to stumble back in an effort to get stable against a wall. Something. Anything.

Arms catch you.

Your back thuds against a chest, steady against your form as it starts to shake involuntarily. A voice comes through, warm in your ear like honey.

“Easy now mon tresor, I have you. Slowly now.”

Ugh, of course.

“I thought you were supposed to be the one falling from the sky, my angel…” you manage out with a wet chuckle.

“Falling is an interesting way of putting it, mon bebe. I wouldn’t let you fall alone. Save your voice now though, you need to be still so I can stop the bleeding, no?”

You go to respond but the pain hits you like a truck, so you opt to let Chamber gently settle you against the cobbled wall and start to check your injuries. He isn’t able to conceal a small huff of concern as he clocks the blood soaking rapidly through your shirt from your stomach and shoulder. In spite of everything, you still find yourself enjoying the closeness as his worried eyes flick over you.

God, you can’t help yourself.

“Hey now angel, don’t worry about me too much yeah? We’ve got healers and shit at base, and 50/50 Sage has the res online anyway.”

The last comment, your slightly ham-fisted attempt at dark humour, has his eyes flashing with something almost unplaceable.

“I am not, under any circumstances, going to let you go through that mon etoile. Not now, not ever. Please, stay still so I can stabilise you, I’m not losing you like this.” If your ears weren’t deceiving you, you could have sworn there was a scratch in his voice by the end of that last bit.

Fumbling through his med kit, Chamber stretches his role of gauze and pulls up your shirt for access.

“Deep breath, mon chouchou. This will likely not tickle.”

No shit sherlock. You grit your teeth and try to temper your strangled grunts of pain as Chamber applies pressure to the wound and begins to wrap. You’d never been hurt this bad before, but it was a point of pride at this point to keep up the stoic façade.

Chamber seals the first strip and gets to work on your shoulder. Your heart rate has abated enough that as he leans in, you manage to whisper;

“See? Knew you were my guardian angel.”

Chamber draws back, and that look in his eyes has returned. It’s fierce, and passionate, and holds a surprising amount of warmth for someone who is only ever professionally charming. When he speaks, it’s so quiet it’s almost to himself.

“Mon coeur, angels will only ever watch from above. I would rather be doomed to my mortality and die a horrible death than spend a single day in paradise without you next to me.”

Oh did he just.

OH.

Despite everything, you still have enough blood in circulation to feel it all flood to your cheeks, completely and utterly speechless for the first time in god knows how long.

“Chamber, yo-  the—my angel y—”

Nope, words gone. He got you good.

Snapping back from his moment of intensity, Chamber seems to finally register the effect his words have on you. Despite the concern, he allows himself a small grin.

“Oh? I see mon amour is finally quiet for once. If you’ll allow me to share this moment with you?” He leans in, ever so gentle and careful to avoid your injuries, head cocked to the side in a silent question.

You close the distance, pressing your lips against his with a hunger that he returns tenfold. His lips are soft, his hands move to cup your cheek so gently and he’s all around you, beautiful and ethereal and overwhelming.

At long last, you draw back. As much as your injuries hurt, you can’t keep the smile from splitting across your face as you hold his warm brown eyes in your gaze.

“You have a little bit of blood dribbling down your chin, mon biquet.”

“Shut up Angel face.”

“Let’s get you out of here.”

#chamber x reader #valorant chamber #chamber #vincent fabron #valorant x reader #fight scenes lesgOOOO loz loves em #lozcanons #the inherent eroticism of getting injured in a fight #hnnng good shit

[love-has-a-way-ofgrowingbackward]

Good morning....how do you do?

Question of the day:

Rate these hyper specific tropes by aesthetic:

1. Character A shields Character B from a serious attack which causes Character A to get injured, causing blood to splatter onto Character B. Then we are shown a shot of horrified Character B covered in Character A's blood.

2. Distorted flashbacks which are different from the audience knows to make them question the character's memory and thus their actions

3. That butterfly flying over a character's head just before a life changing event takes place

4. Distorted flashbacks of the event which is exactly similar to what the audience knows.....except that character wasn't supposed to be there in the event.

5. The inherent eroticism of two rivals fighting in a deserted alley and then hearing the common enemy come upon them and they squeeze into a narrow space together and the braincell™ covers the other's mouth with their hand

6. The inherent erotic of a character hating another character who's their worst traits magnified. (Basically the love hate relationship of character foils)

Oh Jesus fucking Christ this is all top tier i tried to choose but i literally cannot but i will say that the first one is my absolute, all time favourite

#mahi's being mahi #these are all too good wtf #ask #tropes #K! #do you want me to use your given name for tags?

[arkus-rhapsode]

Something I Noticed: Horikoshi Made Miruko’s Fighting Style Badass Without Devolving into Tasteless Fanservice

So I’ve read the most recent chapters of My Hero Academia, 261 and 262, which put an emphasis on our pro rabbit hero, Miruko.

Now usually when an MHA chapters gets me fired up, I’d possible do a review. But considering how I had work when the translations for when the chapters dropped and the fact that they are primarily action scenes, I don’t think I could’ve added much to conversation beyond, “Miruko looks cool while she kicks ass.”

But as I sat back to read it and joked about with my mutuals how “Hori must’ve had fun this week drawing Miruko’s legs,” something dawned on me. Obviously that jest is made in stimulus that an artist in a shounen series highlighting and accentuation exposed legs tends to be drawn titillating. You’ve seen it before with things like battle bikinis or battle suits that look practically painted on. You would definitely be used to this if you read stuff like One Piece, Fairy Tail, Seven Deadly Sins etc.

But going through this, there is no scene involving a highlighting of Miruko’s legs in this chapter that I would say is drawn with the intention of titillation. Which shouldn’t sound like it should be surprising, but in a medium aimed at adolescent/teenage boys with a set up as “an attractive female hero has a fighting style based around using her legs,” it never is presented in a shameless way that is prevalent in mainstream shounen.

Don’t get me wrong, I know a lot of people who found this attractive. A powerful woman capable of killing monsters with a level of curvature and thickness is something that a lot would find attractive.

But there’s never a panel that I think seems like you’re intentional suppose to be aroused by this. Most of Miruko’s movements are focal points that draw the eye, but they’re primarily in the mid ground as to show off the effect of her movement and her poses instead of being in the fore ground where there can be close ups of her legs.

The closest I could think is this panel.

Yes, the angle of the frame accentuates Miruko’s butt as she captures the high end in her thighs. But then you take a larger look at the context of the whole page.

This panel does have what I would consider a fanservice shot of Miruko’s bum, but that panel is pushed up near the top of the page while the largest panel that is suppose to draw the readers eye is her bending back and spinning to gain momentum for her special move “Lunar Tijera.”

Now I’m of the opinion that fanserive in shounen manga is not inherently bad. Its just a facet of the medium. Sure you can make a series without it, but having does not automatically make thee series bad or make the female characters into sex objects.

What does draw that ire is how that fanservice is presented. We’re quick to call out when, say, there’s an important exposition dump and the author takes this opportunity to frame a female characters ass in the foreground in a position that the author didn’t need to snapshot, but wanted to with the intent of titillating the audience.

But here it’s different in that layout is there is more emphasis on the action rather than the body.

I don’t doubt someone will go back through this chapter and stop on this page specifically just to thirst at Miruko’s noticeable thighs. But as it’s presented, Horikoshi was drawing this with the intent of highlighting the power of her legs rather than the eroticism of character’s design.

This comes down to intent. I think Horikoshi does get a bit of flack for certain character designs for female characters. And while there is a discussion to be had on characters like Momo and Mina who have designs where intent and shounen medium that might not be able to excuse it for some readers, but in this scenario, its clear that Horikoshi is not drawing Miruko with the intent of showing off her body.

Hell he goes out of his way to damage and injure her body in ways that aren’t attractive. (Including one of the dirtiest removals of an arm I’ve seen in a while. That was no blade cleaning cutting off that arm, that was a Pernida Parnkgjas crushing and breaking off of the limb!)

I bring this up because its refreshing to say the least. That you can have a character who looks conventionally attractive yet still make them look cool without making it about how attractive the character is.

And there will still be people who find this attractive. I’ve already seen to posts on how they wish they were the Nomu being crushed by her thighs. Or that watching this was making them fall for her.

But what the refreshing thing is, is actually the author/artist intent. Hori could’ve had battle damage the resulted in the legging portion of Miruko’s costume to tear so the leg is more exposed or or he could’ve angled it as that there was more ass shots every time she kicked, but he didn’t.

He found what I would consider the perfect balance. Something that can be seen as erotic if you’re looking for that, but is framed more for the effect of conveying power and skill. Wanting to make the female character look cool without feeling like because it’s an action scene, the author is using it as an excuse to give the audience jollies in a scene were suppose to take seriously.

And its something I look forward to the next time Horikoshi has a badass action lady.

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia 262 #mha 262 #bnha 262 #miruko #mirko #mha miruko #rumi usagiyama #kohei horikoshi #discussion