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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 years

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Run to You Part Three

Derek Morgan x Reader

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Part 3 of 3

Part One; Part Two

Summary: Having been dating for a while, you finally feel comfortable enough to introduce your boyfriend to your daughter, Angelica. Derek takes on the role better than you could have imagined and you start to feel like a family. Then one day, Angelica disappears from a friend’s house and your ex husband starts making demands.

Notes: Is this procedurally correct? Probably not. But here it is! The last part to my Derek Morgan imagine! I hope you guys enjoy this and never forget that replies mean the world! This one kinda feels jumbled, but I hope you still like it. (I’m sorry it took forever! I got caught up with other projects, which I hope to be sharing soon!)

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The swarms of cops were overwhelming. You watched teams and teams of people surrounded the block Dr. Reid was the one that figured out that Lance had brought Angelica to the church that you got married, especially upon the discovery that it was going to be torn down in a few weeks. The idea of losing the one connection to you he had left was likely a trigger.

No one was allowed to get too close. They worried that cornering Lance would make him panic and kill Angelica, so you were forced to stand back and watch. They made sure you weren’t alone, of course, though you weren’t sure if it was to comfort you or to make sure you didn’t try and run in alone. With all of the standing around you were doing, you felt ready to break down the front door.

“Alright, so we’re sending a team around to the back to get in as quickly and quietly as possible. That’ll be me, Prentiss and a couple of the local P.D.” Derek explained, keeping his eyes locked on yours to make sure you understood that he wasn’t going to let anything happen to your baby.

“He wants me, Derek. What if he knows you’re in there and he panics and he-”

“Hey, listen to me,” He put a hand on your cheek. “I’m not gonna let that happen.” Despite the eyes of his coworkers, he pulled you in for a gentle, reassuring kiss. It did little to calm you down, but just having him there made the situation that much easier. That moment, however, was cut short by the ringing of your phone.

“God, not again.” You cried, pulling the device from your pocket. This time, Derek held out his hand. You gave him a confused look, but handed it to him.

“Mr. Booker.”

“You must be Agent Morgan.” Lance spat. “I know that you and your gang of federal pigs are coming after me. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because Y/N will see she’s wrong. I’ll show her she’s wrong.”

“Mr. Booker, we just want Angelica to be safely returned to her mother.”

“What about her father, Agent Morgan? What about me!”

“I want to make this as easy on you as possible, Mr. Booker, but you’ve got to help me out here.”

“Just bring my wife to me and nobody will get hurt.”

“I can’t do that, Lance. You know I can’t do that.” Derek could tell that you were starting to panic from the way your eyes kept darting to the church and you slowly crept closer. He took your hand to keep you from bolting in there.

“If I don’t see her in the next half hour... I’m taking my baby girl with me.” The call ended, but Morgan was already prepping his team to go in.

“Derek, what did he say?” You kept your grip on his hand, following him to join Prentiss.

“Nothing that he hasn’t already said.” He gave you the most reassuring look he could, but he knew that they had to act fast.

“I’m going with you.”

“No. No, baby, you can’t.” He took your face in his hands. “Y/N, I need you to stay here. I need you to be safe. I can’t go get your little girl if I’m worried about you too, okay?” You shut your eyes, feeling more frightened tears slip down your cheeks.

“What if he… what if you don’t get her in time? I need to see her, I-I need-”

“Don’t even think like that, baby.” He looked over your shoulder and motioned to the younger agent to stand beside you. “Now Reid is going to stay here with you, okay?” Reid gave him a small nod and put a comforting hand on your shoulder. Derek kissed your forehead. “I’ll be right back and I’m bringing Angel with me.”

As he walked away, you could feel your body start to shake. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. You shut your eyes tight, the foolish part of you hoping that when you opened them, Derek and Angie would be smiling in front of you. But when you finally opened your eyes, all you saw was him walking away.

Morgan moved silently, followed closely by his team. Prentiss was right behind him and the other officers were ready to go. From what they could tell, Lance was in the chapel, keeping Angelica towards the back. The church had multiple entrances with one leading to the basement. This was determined to be the best point of entry since Lance was least likely to hear the team coming.

While you couldn’t see him anymore, your heart beat more with every second. Dr. Reid stood by your side, his presence serving as a small comfort as he listened to the situation through his earpiece. He shifted suddenly and gave you a small, if not nervous, smile.

“They’re in.”

Derek directed the officers to one staircase while he and Prentiss crept up the other. The old floors creaked as they walked, making him wince. He could only hope that Lance couldn’t hear them. They moved fast and efficiently like they would any other raid, but his body was buzzing more than usual. He focused on the image of Angelica and kept going.

“Morgan,” Prentiss stopped suddenly, looking around the corner.

Angelica was seated on top of the old alter, swinging her small legs back and forth while she colored in a tattered psalm book. Booker was nowhere to be found. Morgan and Prentiss approached her slowly, double checking to make sure Lance wasn’t waiting for them. As soon as they were sure, Morgan ran to the little girl.

“Derek!” She cried, throwing her arms around his neck.

“It’s alright, Angel. I’ve got you. It’s going to be okay.” He cradled the back of her head, holding her closed to his chest.

“Sweetheart, I need you to tell us where your dad went.” Prentiss said gently. Angelica just gave her a tearful look and pointed up. The two agents exchanged a look, reaching the same conclusion. Derek motioned to one of the officers and reluctantly handed her a crying Angelica.

“I wanna stay w-with D-Derek!”

“I know, sweetie, but this nice woman is going to take you out to your mama, okay? I have to go find your dad with Emily. I’ll be out before you know it, but I need you to be brave. Can you do that?”

She nodded, but held onto his hand until he had to pull away. Prentiss put a hand on his shoulder.

“Morgan if you need to-”

“No, I want to finish this. I’m not letting that son of a bitch take the easy way out.”

As they made their way to the roof, you were desperately watching the door of the church, gripping Dr. Reid’s hand a little too tightly. Time was ticking and your heart beat faster every second.

Suddenly, a group of officers exited the church. You didn’t see Derek, but at the back of the group, a female officer held Angelica. Immediately dropping Reid’s hand, you sprinted towards her, taking her from the officer’s arms and holding her closer than you ever had. You cried as her hands clung to your shirt, promising yourself to never let her out of your sight again.

On the roof, Derek stared down Lance as he prepared to jump.

“Don’t do it, Mr. Booker.” Prentiss said, carefully taking a step towards him.

“There isn’t a point anymore.” The man swayed back and forth, almost losing his balance. “I just wanted us to be a family again.”

“Killing yourself won’t fix what you did all those years ago, Lance.”

“I loved Y/N. I swear I did. But I kept hurting her. I kept hurting her and now my daughter doesn’t even know who I am.”

“Is this how you want Angelica to remember you? The man who hurt her mom and took her away?” Derek inched closer, careful not to provoke him into jumping. “If you die now, that’s all she’ll know.”

“Don’t come any closer!” Lance screamed, but he had stopped swaying.

“Lance, you can spend the rest of your life giving her something good to remember. You owe her that much.” A darker part of Derek wanted Lance to know the pain that he inflicted upon you and your family, but the words he said now were true. The best thing Lance could do was try to redeem himself after everything he had done.

“I...I… okay.” Lance seemed in a daze as he stepped off of the ledge. Prentiss cuffed him and the two led him back downstairs.

Lance left the church first, making your heart sink. You almost didn’t recognize him. He was just a shell, nothing like the man you knew all those years ago. Maybe, one day, you would learn to feel sorry for him, but for now, as you watched him be loaded into the patrol car, you only felt relief.

“Derek!” Angelica squealed, reaching out her arms. You whirled around and felt another sob escape your throat.

The team watched Derek run to you, taking both you and Angelica in his arms. Prentiss finished getting Booker into the car and joined Hotchner, Reid, and Rossi.

“That’s not something I thought I’d see.” She whispered with a smile.

“Did you not think we’d get to the little girl on time?” Reid asked.

“No,” She motioned to the trio in front of them. A family. “Derek falling in love.” The rest of the team smiled and separated into their designated vehicles.

The crowd shouted and cheered as Angelica sprinted towards home plate. Visitors 3, Home team 6. You cheered louder than anyone. Well, maybe not anyone.

“That’s right! You can’t touch her!” Penelope screamed at the other team’s players. Everyone from the BAU had shown up. Over the past few months, you’d gotten to know all of them pretty well, even earning Penelope’s approval.

“She’s good.” Emily smiled at you. You nodded.

“She has a good coach.” You looked down at the dugout where Derek was waiting to give Angel a high-five. You must have caught his eye because he beamed up at you with that knockout smile. You grinned back.

“You guys seem really happy.” J.J. mused, giving you a supportive smile. You nodded, keeping your eyes on Derek.

“Yeah.” You waved down at him and your daughter as she came in for her victory. “We are.”

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spacebatisluvd · 4 years

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Summary: Bow puts the pieces together while the women hash things out.

Content Warning: Speciesism referenced. Mermista is being kind of a dick, but she brings up valid points from the canon. References to the war and everybody’s past actions, allusions to Prime and his slave army (and we are calling it just that—a slave army). Generally just lancing old wounds so everyone can begin to heal.

@cruelfeline Have some tea at hand. ^_^

Bow stood outside the yurt’s closed tent flap, distressed by Entrapta’s words.

They’d been better to her than Hordak had been, right? He was, well, Hordak. How could he have possibly been a better friend to her than them...? Sure, maybe they could have handled things a little better—he still winced, remembering his ‘inspiring’ speech to her on Beast Island—but Hordak couldn’t have possibly done better than they had. Right?

Behind him, he could hear the others arguing.

“Geeze, Mermista. ‘He’s not even Etherian’? What’s that supposed to mean?” Adora said.

“He’s not, is he? Why would he care about rebuilding if this isn’t even his planet?”

“I’m not Etherian either—I came through a portal, and Hordak picked me up. Do you think I have less of a stake in rebuilding than you guys do?”

“That’s different.”

“How is it different?”

“You didn’t try to conquer the world once you got here!”

Bow frowned. They had left her to the mercies of the Horde—accidentally, of course, but…couldn’t they have at least double checked to make sure she was really gone? And, when they learned that she’d switched sides, shouldn’t they have tried a little harder to get her back? They’d never really considered why she’d switched sides had they? They’d never stopped to wonder what the Horde had to offer that they didn’t—they’d just assumed that she was swayed by their tech and Hordak’s research, but now…. Sure, she’d seemed impressed that he called his lab a ‘sanctum’, but Bow was beginning to think there was more to it than that.

“Okay, yeah, maybe Adora didn’t—but I did. You don’t seem to have a problem with me,” Catra said.

“It’s not the same. You were high up in the Horde for—what? A couple years? Besides, you, like, did it because you were mad at Adora or whatever.”

“Why does that make it better?”

“Love makes you crazy. Everyone knows that. Why do you think I put up with Sea Hawk?”

Bow studied the ground in front of him. They’d visited her during the portal incident. Hadn’t she said something about Hordak then? She’d definitely said something about him on Beast Island. She’d called him her lab partner. And the way she’d said his name....

Bow’s eyes widened.

“But my love, my dearest, my darling—” Mermista groaned at the litany of nicknames. “—he is trying! He’s been nothing but dedicated since he came to Salineas. Even the construction crew likes him!”

“So? What’s that got to do with anything? Maybe he’s just good at manipulating people.”

Catra laughed. “Hordak? He’s good at standing in the shadows and looking creepy, but other than that? He’s just a tech nerd. I don’t even think he knows how to lie—" Catra fell suddenly silent. “Oh. The hivemind. He…he really can’t….“

The rest of the pieces were rapidly clicking into place now. When they freed Kadroh, she’d been looking for Hordak, hadn’t she? The name ‘Wrong Hordak’ suddenly made a lot more sense. And the way she’d flung herself at him after Adora exorcised Prime from his body? Bow had always thought that was strange, but had dismissed it as Entrapta being, well, Entrapta. And what had she said just now? She’d called him a friend, but she’d said her ‘feelings‘ weren’t clouding her judgment.

“Don’t even. I don’t care if he was part of Prime’s creepy slave army. He wasn’t a slave when he was here on his own! Am I really the only one that remembers what he did? He burned Salineas to the ground. He’s the reason Glimmer grew up without a dad. He’s the reason Shadow Weaver was there to hook her claws into you two. He’s the reason Scorpia’s kingdom is a wasteland. He’s the one that brought Prime here! He’s the reason Glimmer was taken. He’s the reason we were chipped! Don’t any of you remember that? Scorpia, he chipped you too; why am I the only one that cares about that!?”

She cut herself off, and Bow turned just in time to see her use the heel of her hand to wipe her eyes. The others stayed silent, but Scorpia raised a hesitant claw. “I lost friends and family in the war too, but I don’t blame you guys for that. Or your parents. It’s not as if Hordak brought war to Etheria—we had plenty of that before he got here. Heck, Grandad’s the one that started it, not him. We needed his tech, and he needed soldiers. It was ugly, yeah, and…probably shouldn’t have gone on as long as it did, but it’s not like it’s all his fault. As for the chips, that was Prime. Hordak didn’t do that. Even when he was leading the Horde, he never did anything like that.”

“Yeah,” Catra said, “Even at his worst, Hordak was nothing like Prime. Not even close.”

Adora stepped close and held a hand out to Mermista. “When he first landed here, he wasn’t really free. He was still trying to go back to Prime.”

“And no one in their right mind would want go back to that,” Catra muttered, the fur along her tail puffing up.

“Right. The war was bad, but we all did things that we regret. He deserves a second chance, now that he’s actually free. If I thought he was going to abuse that chance, I’d agree with you, but I really think he wants to put the past behind him. He can finally be his own person, not the person Prime forced him to be. It wouldn’t be right to keep him from that. Especially when we’ve offered a second chance to others.”

“Or a third,” Catra muttered, arms crossed and eyes averted.

Mermista looked at Adora’s extended hand, but didn’t take it. She didn’t offer any further argument, though, and her eyes seemed wide and over-bright. Hesitantly, Bow raised a hand. “There’s something else.” His cheeks puffed out as he exhaled hard and said, in a rush, “I think Entrapta loves him.” He waited for their reaction, but only Glimmer and Perfuma looked at all surprised. Mermista didn’t react at all, and Sea Hawk looked almost giddy, but the others.... Maybe they hadn’t heard him? “I said—“

“We know,” Catra said, “Did you only figure that out just now?”

“Uh. Well....”

Catra sighed. “That’s not news. They’ve been dancing around each other forever.“

Scorpia nodded sagely. “Oh, yeah. Entrapta is head over heels. ‘Hordak’ is one of her special interests. Right up there with tech. And space. Actually...I think maybe she was interested in space because of Hordak...? It’s hard to tell.”

“Oh. Well. Alright then.” Bow tried not to be personally offended that he was, apparently, the last to know. “That still leaves us with something else to think about—if Entrapta loves him, we’ll push her away if we don’t at least give him a chance.”

Scorpia nodded, smiling, and Sea Hawk was nearly vibrating with some pent-up emotion. Mermista, still caught up in her thoughts, didn’t react, but Perfuma frowned. “Should we be concerned about their relationship? We know he has a temper. Is it possible he might hurt her? Perhaps it might be better to separate them...?”

Catra snorted. “He’s not gonna hurt her. He might break stuff when he’s mad, but he only ever really went after me once, and I’ve done plenty to piss him off.”

Glimmer jolted at that. “Uh, that’s not as reassuring as you think it is.”

Catra sighed and crossed her arms, looking at the ground as she admitted, “He went after me because he found out I sent Entrapta to Beast Island.” Her ears folded down and she drew in on herself, as if trying to make herself smaller. “He was a complete wreck after I....” She exhaled hard. “After I lied to him and convinced him she’d betrayed us, and he completely lost it when he thought she was....” Scorpia put a comforting claw on her shoulder, and Catra looked up at her, laying a hand over her claw. She nodded and straightened her spine. “He’s not gonna hurt her. I’d bet my life on it.”

“Yeah, well, you’re betting hers,” Mermista said, coming back to the conversation. Despite her words, she was more hesitant now, and though Perfuma tried to catch her eye, Mermista wouldn’t look at her.

As if sensing her uncertainty, Sea Hawk sidled up to her. “Buttercup, he truly does love her. I told you about the gift he sent to her—"

“That doesn’t mean he’s not using her.”

“—and have I mentioned that he calls her—"

“Ugh! Yes, you’ve told me what he calls her.” Mermista glanced at the purple yurt, mouth pursed. “But it’s just a nickname. It doesn’t prove anything.”

Before Sea Hawk could speak again, Bow raised his voice and said, “In any case, it’s obvious Entrapta cares about him. A lot. If we don’t try to get along with him, we’ll just end up pushing her away. Whatever personal issues we have with him...I think we should give him a chance. Not just politically, but personally too. We already left her behind once. We can’t do that to her again.”

All of them grew quiet at that. Catra‘s gaze was fixed on the ground, and Mermista refused to look at anyone. Her crossed arms had loosened, though, and when Sea Hawk took her hand, she didn’t shake him off.

“Alright,” she finally said, “For Geek Princess. He can stay—at least until he shows his true colors.”

Sea Hawk’s smile was big and broad. “So I can invite him to the palace for dinner?”

She huffed and shoved him away. “Don’t push it.”

Perfuma raised a hand, index finger extended. “So that’s a ‘no’ on the guest prison?”

“A definite ‘no’,” Adora said, putting an arm around Catra’s shoulders. “Who’s gonna tell Entrapta and Hordak?”

Bow frowned, rubbing his chin. “She was pretty upset. I think we need to do more than just tell her he can stay. I think we need to make it up to her. Anyone have any ideas?”

Sea Hawk and Scorpia raised their hands and immediately began talking over one another in their excitement.

#intimacy log #entrapdak #entrapta #hordak #bow #mermista #adora #catra #scorpia #perfuma #glimmer

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actress4him · 4 years

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Whumptober 2020 - Day 26

I had such a hard time figuring out what to write for this one. I knew I wanted to use this alternate prompt as soon as I saw it, but there are sooooo many good possibilities for water whump! I could NOT make up my mind. So I went to @trope-appreciation-tuesdays again, which gave me even MORE ideas, but I finally ended up settling on a mashup between two ideas submitted by @aliceinwhumperland and @theironcarey . I was pretty happy with how it turned out!

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Day 26 (Alt 12) - Water

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: drowning, broken bones

Branches tore at his face and clothes, weird colored leaves sticking in his hair. Dodging left, then right, missing each tree by a fraction of an inch, Keith was racing quite literally for his life through the forest, and as fast as he was running he was pretty sure he was losing the race. After, all these psychotic aliens lived in this forest. They knew it much better than he did.

He came to the cliff so suddenly that he almost pitched right over it, catching himself at the last moment on a tree. His stomach dipped down into his toes before righting itself. For a split second he just stared over the drop off into the sparkling green water below. The ocean. Great.

But there was no time to pause, no time to even look back and see how close the hoard of angry neon aliens had gotten. He didn’t need to, anyway. He could hear them well enough to know they were close, too close. Changing course, he took off again, parallel to the ocean this time. Maybe he could lose them. Maybe they’d think he fell over. Keith winced, not liking the thought of how close he had come to doing just that.

Then again, maybe down was actually the best way to really lose them. The thought was ridiculously stupid, one of those ideas that would get him yelled at by the rest of the paladins. But this whole situation was ridiculously stupid, and if he could find somewhere that he could jump and not land in the water...well, it seemed like a better option than getting mauled to death by aliens that looked like they belonged in a nightclub.

He found his opportunity a few long, breathless dobashes later. A glance over the edge showed that a ledge had formed about halfway down, one that should be wide enough for him to land on. From there, he would be able to contact the rest of the team, make sure they had gotten away, and get someone to come pick him up. As long as the neon aliens didn’t decide to leap off after him.

He gulped, and went for it.

The freefall was forever long and far too short all at the same time. Keith waved his arms instinctively, trying to keep upright in the air, planning on going into a roll as soon as he hit the ground.

What he didn’t count on was landing with his foot at a funny angle, instantly snapping his ankle. Nor did he expect that interrupted momentum to send him careening to the side, slamming his ribs into the side of the ledge before he tumbled over the side. Wide-eyed, he scrambled desperately for something to grab onto, but came up short.

He was falling again, and this time there was only endless water below.

The surface came to meet him all too quickly, the impact bruising his spine. Instantly the water engulfed him. It was freezing. And he hadn’t gotten the chance to take a good breath, so already he was running low on air.

As the light sparkling on the water began to draw further away, Keith kicked and flailed his arms, trying to get reoriented and keep himself from sinking further. Every kick sent pain shooting through his ankle.

But somehow, it worked. Sorta. His face broke the surface for just long enough for him to gasp in a breath, but he ended up sucking in a bit of water, as well, as he immediately went back under. His lungs spasmed, desperate to rid themselves of the foreign substance. Frantically, he kicked again, and though this time only his hand surfaced, he felt something besides just air and water. Something solid.

His hands went into overdrive as black spots started to dance in front of his eyes. Just when he thought he wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer, they found purchase, and he gave everything he had left to haul himself upward.

Glorious air brushed cold against his face. Keith spluttered, coughing up the water that had been sloshing in his lungs and sucking in gulps of air in between. His chest hurt from the exertion, and that wasn’t even to mention the bruised or cracked ribs on his left side.

When he was finally able to draw in slightly rattling breaths without going into another coughing fit, he finally looked around to see where he had ended up. It seemed to be the opening of a cave. The sea went right up into it, but maybe further in there would be some dry land, which sounded glorious right about then.

Slowly, hand over hand, he began to make his way deeper into the cave along the wall. Twice his fingers slipped, and he almost plunged back down into the water. Each time he had to stop, take a breath, and try to stop his heart from pounding out his chest. He hated big bodies of water. Not that he was scared of them, he just...didn’t know how to handle them. And so far this whole experience was close to the top of most terrifying moments of his life. He did not want to go back under.

After what seemed like an eternity, he reached what he had hoped was the back of the cave. Unfortunately, up close it was clear that it merely went around a bend and kept going, with no end to the water in sight. There was no dry land. Nowhere to rest.

It was then, thankfully, that his comm crackled to life. “Keith, do you copy?”

Thankfully because he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to hang there, and thankfully because he hadn’t been sure after that spill in the ocean if his comm was even still working.

“I’m here.”

“Thank goodness.” Shiro sounded more than relieved. “I’ve been trying to get you to respond for several dobashes.”

“Sorry.” Keith attempted to adjust his grip on the stone, wincing. “Kinda got wet. Might have taken a bit for my comm to dry out.”

“What do you mean, you got wet?” Lance broke in.

Shiro ignored the interruption. “Most of us are back in the Lions. We have to swing by and pick up Hunk. Where are you?”

“Um.” Suddenly he was quite aware of how embarrassing his situation was. “I’m...in a cave...in the ocean?”

There was silence over the comms for a moment. Then, “Mullet, please don’t tell me you jumped in the ocean to get away from the nightclub aliens.”

“No,” he shot back a bit too quickly. “I didn’t jump in the ocean. I...fell.” It was mostly true. And possibly a worse admission than agreeing with Lance, but he couldn’t stand the tone of voice he was using.

“Are you okay?” Shiro immediately asked.

“Mostly. A little banged up, but I’ll survive.” He’d get lectured later for calling a broken ankle and cracked ribs “a little banged up”, but that was better than making Shiro worry.

“Alright. I’m gonna send Lance to come pick you up, since his Lion will be best if he needs to land in water.”

He wanted to protest. Like, really really wanted to protest. Lance was the last person that needed to see him right now. But Shiro had a point, Blue was the best Lion for this situation, so he snapped his jaw shut and locked it.

Lance spent the entire flight crowing and preening via a private comm channel over the fact that he was coming to rescue Keith from an embarrassing predicament that Keith had gotten himself into. For his part, Keith just gritted his teeth and bore it in silence, while trying his best to keep his exhausted, trembling arms from giving out and dropping him back into the frigid water. His lower body had long since gone numb. The good news was that that meant his ankle was mostly numb, too, only occasionally giving a throb to let him know it was still broken.

“Are you almost here?” he eventually growled.

“What, you in a hurry, Mullet?”

He wanted to say, “Yeah, I am. Did I mention that I was in the water?” But that would have just given him more fuel to make fun of him.

Instead, he griped, “The planet isn’t that big.”

“Well excuse me, but the shoreline is pretty quiznaking long. All you told us was ‘in a cave in the ocean’. I’m still looking.”

Which, that was fair, he guessed. Not that he would ever tell Lance that. And not that his body agreed. “Maybe if you’d stop talking you could concentrate better on looking.”

“Or maybe if you would stop talking to me, I- oh wait, I think I see it!”

Sure enough, the unmistakable whoosh of a Lion’s flight was drawing nearer. “I hear you. You’re definitely close.”

A moment later, Blue’s face filled the opening of the cave. Lance promptly began cackling. “Holy crow, Mullet, this is the best moment of my life. You look like a drowned rat!”

Keith glared, which probably didn’t look all that menacing considering the circumstances. “Ha, ha, very funny. Now are you gonna come in and get me?”

“Sorry, bro, no can do. This is as far as Blue goes. Shoulda picked a bigger cave.” He still hadn’t stopped laughing.

“Yeah, but...ugh. Never mind.” No way was he handing Lance any more ammo. His arms would just have to deal with it.

His fingers had gotten so cold that they had gone stiff and didn’t want to let go of their hold to start with, but he pried them off and began to painstakingly make his way back toward the entrance. Inch by inch, knuckles aching and muscles quivering the whole time.

“Dude, are you seriously gonna crawl along the wall the whole way?”

“Shut up, Lance.”

A minute of silence. His ribs were starting to smart again, stirred up by the movement.

“Oh my stars, this is gonna take all day! What are you doing?”

“I said shut up, Lance!”

“No, I’m not gonna shut up, this is ridiculous! What are you, Spiderman, now? Why don’t you get off the quiznaking wall and swim?”

“If you’re just gonna sit out there and do nothing but watch, then you have no right to compl-”

Mid-sentence, his broken ankle bumped up against the rock and his vision whited out. The next thing he knew, water was up over his head again. Panicked, he tried to pull himself back up by the one hand that hadn’t lost its grip, sliding the other one frantically around the wall until it found another handhold and he was able to haul himself out. He came up gasping, coughing, and spitting once more.

“You okay there, Mullet?” Lance’s voice came echoing through the cave a few seconds later. Glancing over, Keith saw him sitting up on Blue’s nose.

“‘m fine,” he spat. He was shivering so hard that he wasn’t sure whether he could keep crawling.

“You got a water phobia?”

“No. I’m not scared, I just...just no. Shut up.”

“You sure? ‘Cause you sure looked scared. And if you’re not scared, then why wouldn’t you just swim over here like a normal huma-”

“Because I can’t, okay?” Keith exploded. “I...I just can’t, so leave me alone and let me get there my own way.”

He kept still, despite that demand, still not able to will his arms into moving again. Amazingly, Lance stayed quiet for longer than expected.

“Did you hurt yourself and lie to Shiro?”

“No.”

Lance groaned. “Then I don’t get why you can’t swim -!” He paused. “Wait. You...can’t swim. Is that what you’re telling me?”

No, no, that was not what he was telling him, that was the last thing he wanted to tell him, of all people, the three time swimteam champion and competitive surfer. But if he continued denying it he would just sound stupid.

“So what if I can’t? I grew up in the middle of the desert, okay? There was no need to know how to swim.” And no one who cared enough to teach him, for most of his life.

There was silence again, and Keith couldn’t bring himself to look at what kind of face Lance was making at this new revelation. For all he knew, he was laughing so hard it wasn’t making any sound. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Then there was a splash, and Keith snapped his head around to see Mr. Three Time Swimteam Champion popping back up out of the water next to Blue and shaking his sopping hair around.

“Dude! This water is freezing!”

“Thanks for pointing that out. I hadn’t noticed. What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, Lance started swimming straight toward him with strong, steady strokes. In seconds - covering a distance that had taken Keith forever - he was stopping right next to him, treading water.

He grinned. “I’m coming to rescue you like I was told.”

Keith clenched his jaw and stared hard at the rocks. “I don’t need rescuing.”

“Oh, okay, so should I just go back to Blue and fly away and leave you to do this yourself?”

He wanted to bash his head against the wall. He didn’t think he had the energy. “No. Ugh, fine. I need rescuing. But you didn’t have to get in the water and come all the way in here. I could have handled it.”

“Sure you could.” Keith could hear the eyeroll without even looking. “Look, dude. You can’t swim. That’s okay. It’s not your fault no one taught you, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I grew up on the beach, so of course I know how. You don’t have to pretend like you’re something you’re not just to save face.”

That...was not at all the reaction he’d expected. He kinda wondered if maybe all the water he had inhaled had gotten to his brain, or if the neon aliens had gotten to Lance and done some kind of body swap.

“And besides,” Lance continued, “even the best trained swimmers would have a hard time after being in this temperature water for as long as you have. Which means we should, you know, get going before I can’t swim, either.”

He still wasn’t sure what in the world had brought on this...kind? understanding? very un-Lance-like response, but he wasn’t going to argue against getting out of the water. Even if it did mean having to let Lance drag him around like a little kid.

“Okay. Fine. How...are we gonna do this?”

Lance grinned again. “Well, I’m thinking maybe if we put our arms around each other like this, so we can each use one arm, and we can both kick…” He threw his arm around Keith’s torso, drawing an involuntary hiss as it bumped into his sore ribs. Lance just stared at him, one eyebrow tilted up.

Keith looked away. “I...may have possibly lied to Shiro.”

“And to me.” Lance sighed dramatically. “Fine, so you busted your ribs or something. Any other injuries I should know about?”

“I may have also possibly broken my ankle.”

“Seriously, dude? Alright, don’t kick with that leg, then.”

“I can -”

“I said don’t.”

Keith glared at him. “Fine.”

“Good. So, you just move your free hand like I’m doing, and kick your uninjured leg up and down, and I’ll do the rest. Got it?”

“Got it.” They adjusted until they were in position and were ready to take off toward Blue.

“Hey Mullet?”

“What.”

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”

Somehow, he was pretty sure based on the tone that this was more about his refusal to accept help than the whole falling into the ocean thing. He kinda owed Lance a thank you. He definitely would if he actually managed to get them back to Blue without drowning.

What he actually said was, “Takes one to know one.”

He was pretty sure based on the tone that Lance would know what he meant.

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The Squire’s Favor

Rating: G | Pairing: Solangelo | Read it on AO3 or continue below

Summary: Nico, a young squire in Olympus, has been best friends with Will since he was eight years old and Hades sent him away to train to be a knight. Over time, his feelings for Will have grown beyond friendly admiration. He hopes that his performance at the squire’s tourney will finally impress his friend—perhaps even enough for Will to want to court him.

...or maybe Will has felt the same way all along.

For Solangelo Week Day 4: Free Day ( @solangeloweek )

As a general rule, Nico did not enjoy going to the physician. He did not like being prodded with strange medical instruments, smeared with rancid salves, or force-fed foul concoctions that would supposedly make him feel better.

But Nico dreaded it a little bit less nowadays. His best friend, Will, had wanted to be a healer ever since his mother died of fever when they were children. After Lord Apollo approved Will’s request to study under Chiron a few years ago, going to the physician had started to become almost pleasant.

Almost. Nico still held off going to the healing tent until it became obvious that he’d be at a disadvantage in the tourney’s melee if he didn’t get the cut on his arm tended to.

To Nico’s surprise, he found Will waiting for him outside the tent. His arms sat crossed over an undyed tabard and the leather strap of his medicine bag, but his doublet was awfully brightly colored for someone tending to the wounded. Will didn’t usually risk ruining his clothes like that. Nico noticed a spot of brown blood on the hem of his sleeve and smirked as he imagined the fit Will must’ve had when he saw it.

“Don’t give me that look,” Will snapped, but his tone didn’t have much real bite. “I was beginning to wonder if I’d have to drag you back here myself. What took you so long?”

Nico blinked, bewildered by Will’s temper. “What?”

“You certainly took your time coming here for treatment,” Will said, pulling back the flap of the tent and gesturing Nico inside.

Nico didn’t move. “How did you know I was hurt?”

Will suddenly averted his eyes like he was embarrassed. “Heard from some of the other squires ‘s all,” he mumbled. “It’s not like I was...you know....”

Nico tried and failed to fight back his smile. “Will,” he said, “were you watching the tourney?”

Will sniffed. “Of course not. You know I hate those things—men running around swatting each other with sticks and swords for no good reason.”

Nico beamed. “You did watch, didn’t you?” he asked. He hadn’t thought that Will would get the chance, but he’d hoped anyway. Maybe once he saw Nico competing in a tourney, Will would suddenly realize how dashing his best friend had grown to become and he’d sweep Nico off his feet—

Except, of course, Will had seen him unseated in a joust. Nico wasn’t going to impress anyone by falling off his saddle.

“I’m usually much better than that, you know,” Nico said. “It’s just that horses don’t like me.”

Will’s expression softened. “I think you did wonderfully,” he said. “Now are you going to make me keep holding the flap open or are you going to get inside and let me look at that arm?”

Nico happily acquiesced. Once inside, Will had Nico sit on an empty cot before he helped remove Nico’s gauntlet and arm braces, tutting when he saw the blood-stained rip in Nico’s sleeve.

“I still think you’re too young to be participating in these tourneys,” Will said as he dipped a cloth in a bucket of water. “At least there aren’t any knights competing in the squire’s events.”

Nico bristled like an angry cat. “I’m no younger than you!”

“I’m not the one running around with a sword,” said Will. He wrung out the excess water before returning to sit beside Nico. “But I really do think that you did well—I was just scared when I saw you fall and sometimes I worry because the other squires are so much older than us. It wasn’t long ago that you were only a page.”

Nico sighed. When he became a squire last year, he’d hoped that Will would see how brave and handsome he’d become in the six years since Hades had sent him off to become a page in Olympus. But no; Will still looked at him the same way he always had.

“I’m fifteen now; not all of them are older than us,” Nico grumbled, but his argument was cut short when he hissed as Will pressed the cloth to his wound.

“Does it hurt?” Will asked.

“Just stings,” Nico answered. “It’s not deep.”

Will nodded. “Good,” he said. “Much better than last year, anyway.”

“That was as much Percy’s fault as it was mine!” Nico protested. “He wouldn’t have broken my arm if he’d tilted properly.”

“Yes, you’ve told me,” Will said as he wiped Nico’s skin clean of blood. “I was furious with Percy until I found out how guilty he felt about it.” Satisfied with the cleanliness, Will held Nico’s arm up to examine the wound more closely. It was still bleeding steadily, but Will didn’t seem concerned. “This isn’t the worst I’ve seen today. Connor was a mess after facing Sherman.”

Nico grimaced. “Sherman got quite the lecture on knightly decorum for that.”

“Good,” muttered Will. He released Nico’s arm and stood back up to fetch the salve and some bandages. “Honestly, I was glad to see you unseat him.”

Nico sat up straighter. “You watched that round?”

“I wasn’t going to sit here when I heard you’d be facing Sherman after seeing the damage he’d done to Connor,” said Will. “Obviously I didn't need to worry. You got him at the first pass.”

Nico beamed proudly, glad that Will had witnessed more than his embarrassing defeat by Jason’s lance.

“Weren’t you scared?” Will asked as he rejoined Nico.

“Not really,” Nico replied. “Sherman doesn’t have good balance.”

Will shook his head with a smile. “You aren’t afraid of anything, are you?”

Nico blushed. He was scared of a lot of things—most notably, confessing his feelings to Will, being rejected, and sullying their friendship forever. That was terrifying, even if Will did sometimes look at Nico in ways that made him hope....

“I’m not scared of a friendly duel,” Nico said instead. “Especially not when I know you’ll take care of me if I get hurt.”

Will dipped his fingers in the jar of salve and didn’t look up. “Of course I will,” he said. To Nico’s surprise, he noticed that Will had gone red.

Nico forced himself not to jump at the first touch of Will’s fingers, gently rubbing the salve over his wound and leaving a cool, tingling sensation in their wake.

This was why Nico didn’t mind visits to the physicians so much anymore. He loved the tender touch of Will’s soft, healing hands. He loved the excuse to sit close to Will—close enough to make out each individual golden eyelash and to see light, faded freckles that he didn’t notice from farther away. He loved the serious, focused look in Will’s eyes and the careful attention that Will always paid his injuries. When Will showed him such tenderness, Nico felt safe and warm and for a wonderful moment, he could almost believe that his feelings for Will weren’t one-sided.

Will glanced up. Nico wasn’t fast enough to pretend he hadn’t been staring, but Will didn’t say anything. He just blushed and silently reached for the bandages.

Sometimes, Nico thought that being with Will was more dangerous than any joust or melee. When Will looked at Nico like that, with his cheeks pinking shyly and his pretty eyes watching Nico like he was the most important person in the room, Nico couldn’t help the hope that maybe there was a romance blossoming between them. Maybe Will did feel the same way.

But Will finished the bandages like he always did, rinsed his hands clean of blood and salve, and cleared his throat. “That’s enough for now,” he said. “You should be fine for the melee. I’ll change your bandages in a few days.”

Nico tried to repress his disappointment. He didn’t know what he’d been hoping for—that Will would suddenly confess to him? That Will would kiss him right there in the middle of the tent?

That last ridiculous thought made Nico blush so hard that he felt dizzy.

Regardless, that fantasy wasn’t going to happen. But it was alright. Nico was happy enough being Will’s friend.

“Thank you,” he said, gathering his discarded braces and gauntlet.

“Do you need help putting that back on?” Will asked.

Nico shook his head. “No, that’s alright. I have to change my armor anyway.”

When Will nodded, Nico thought he imagined just a bit of disappointment in his eyes. “Be careful,” Will said. “Come right back if you get hurt.”

“I will,” said Nico. “Will you watch the melee?”

Will averted his eyes again. “As long as there aren’t any emergencies that Chiron needs my help with, I’ll go. I promise.”

Nico beamed. Will would watch. He always kept his promises. Before he thought better of it, Nico reached out and touched Will’s arm. “Thank you,” he said again, and left.

Nico had only gotten two steps out of the tent when the flap opened behind him and he heard Will say, “Nico, wait.”

Nico stopped and turned to see Will rummaging through the bag hanging at his side.

“I thought you might take this,” Will said, pulling out a white handkerchief embroidered with a golden lyre.

Nico’s breath caught. He knew what it meant when a lady gave a token like this. Annabeth had given Percy favors like ribbons and handkerchiefs before, and Percy, in peculiar fashion, had gifted some to Annabeth, as well. Bestowing favors was something ladies did only when they had a romantic interest in a man—or, in the case of Percy and Annabeth, when a man had a romantic interest in a lady. Although Nico had never heard of one man giving such a token to another, the implication was clear.

But this handkerchief, if possible, meant more than that. Nico recognized the embroidered lyre immediately.

“That’s your mother’s,” Nico said, and Will nodded. Naomi had been a favorite minstrel of Lord Apollo before her death and she’d embroidered her instrument of choice as often as she could; many of Will’s clothes had had lyres embroidered on them when they were young. Although Nico, who had also lost his mother, had tried his best to comfort him, Will had been so distraught when Naomi died. Will treasured everything that she had left him, so if he was willing to give this handkerchief to Nico....

Nico set his braces and gauntlet down on the ground and stepped forward, slowly reaching out to cover Will’s hands with his own. “Are you sure?”

Will nodded again. “I want you to,” he said. “Actually, I meant to give it to you this morning before the joust, but...I didn’t get the chance.”

Nico remembered Will coming to his tent that morning while Nico was preparing with Percy and Jason. Will had wished him luck and left abruptly. Nico had thought Will’s behavior seemed odd, but he’d brushed his concerns aside before the joust. Had Will been nervous? And if Will had intended to give the handkerchief to Nico before the joust, then maybe Nico hadn’t needed to try so hard to impress him. Maybe Will had already liked Nico the same way Nico liked Will.

Will cleared his throat. “But I expect you to bring this back to me in perfect condition. Not a single tear or drop of blood. So you’ll have to be careful.”

Nico nodded. “I’ll take care of it.”

He felt Will’s fingers tense under his hands, then Will suddenly lifted the handkerchief to his lips and kissed the fabric. Nico’s fingers brushed against Will’s face, feeling the warmth of his skin for just a second before Will pushed the handkerchief against Nico’s chest.

“For luck,” he said, his face going dark red as he pulled away. Nico doubted that he looked much better. “I’d like you to wear it under your arm braces. If you want, of course.”

Nico’s fingers curled into the fabric as he fought to stop himself from going into a daze or swooning on the spot. He blinked three times to wake himself up, then held out his bandaged arm. “Help me tie it?”

Will nodded and took the handkerchief back, folding it in half before wrapping it around Nico’s forearm and knotting it beneath his wound. Nico felt Will’s touch burning him through his sleeve and bandages.

“Be safe,” Will said when he finished, stepping away and putting his hands behind his back.

Nico’s tongue felt too heavy and his mouth felt too dry to respond, so he just nodded, picked up his braces and gauntlets, and hurried back to his tent. He could hardly feel the ground under his feet.

* * *

Nico didn’t win the melee, but he hadn’t expected to; the victory usually went to the older squires who had trained longer than Nico—Percy or Jason in particular. This tourney had been Percy’s win, but Nico suspected that Jason allowed Percy to beat him. Everyone had known that the victor’s reward would be a kiss from the Lady Annabeth and the honor of escorting her to the feast.

After Percy happily accepted his prize, Nico had congratulated him and returned to the castle to clean and change for the night’s celebration. He’d been sitting with the other squires throughout the feast, occasionally glancing up the table to where Will sat beside his father (and, Nico noted, where Percy and Annabeth sat next to a grumpy-looking Lady Athena). A few times, Nico caught Will looking back at him, and once or twice, Will glanced up and caught Nico doing the same. Every time their eyes met, Will smiled and offered a shy little wave. That much alone made Nico feel like melting on the spot. He had to stop himself from causing a scene by getting up in the middle of the feast either to run away from his nerves or to sweep Will off his feet—he wasn’t sure which was more likely. Nico had a gift for Will tucked in one sleeve, burning against his skin, and Naomi’s handkerchief tucked in the other. Will had made the first gesture. Nico would reciprocate it properly.

Later, when the feast ended and the dancing began, Will caught Nico’s eye again and smiled, whispered something to his father, and then looked back at Nico and tilted his head towards the door as an indication to follow as he left. Nico made his excuses to the other squires and went after him.

He caught sight of Will in the corridor, descending the palace’s stairs, and then found him outside in a secluded corner near the physician’s tower. It was dark, but dimly lit by the torches along the castle and the brightness of the night’s half moon.

“You shouldn’t wander into dark corners by yourself,” Nico chided, but his breath caught when Will turned around. He had to remind himself not to get swept away in the firelight’s reflection in Will’s eyes. Looking at Will’s eyes for too long was always dangerous.

“I’m not afraid,” Will said. “Not when I have a certain noble squire watching over me.”

Nico blushed. “I-I kept it safe for you,” he blurted out.

Will tilted his head to the side. “What?”

“Your handkerchief,” Nico said, looking away from Will’s dangerously blue eyes to pull Naomi’s handkerchief from his sleeve. “No rips or blood. It did get a bit wrinkled and sweaty under my braces, but that can be cleaned easily. Oh, I...I should have washed it before returning it to you. I can—”

Will stepped forward and Nico stuttered to a halt. “Thank you for keeping it safe,” Will said. “I knew you would.”

Nico swallowed and stopped fiddling with the handkerchief. When he offered it to Will, Will accepted, his fingers brushing over Nico’s as he did.

“Did you watch the melee?” Nico asked.

“Of course I did,” Will answered.

“Good,” Nico said. “I mean, you didn’t have to, but I’m glad you did.”

“I know. That’s why I went. It’s important to you.”

Nico hoped that the heat on his face wasn’t obvious.

“I thought you were impressive,” Will added.

Nico huffed to hide how pleased the compliment made him. “Hardly. I didn’t win. Many of the others are far more impressive than I am.”

Will cast his glance downward. “I wouldn’t know.”

Nico rolled his eyes, aiming for playful rather than truly bothered and hoping that Will understood. “Right, you know nothing about swordsmanship and melees or anything to do with ‘men running around hitting each other for no good reason,’” he teased.

The corner of Will’s mouth twitched in amusement. “That wasn’t what I meant, actually,” said Will. “I wouldn’t know how impressive anyone else was because you were the only one I was paying attention to.”

Nico’s mouth felt dry. He swallowed. “The only...?”

Will raised his shoulders like he’d said nothing of consequence, but it was clear from the way he avoided looking directly at Nico’s eyes that he felt nervous. “Why would I want to watch anyone else?”

Nico’s mind went blank and for a second, he thought he had quite literally swooned. “I...” he started, then he cleared his throat, remembered the gift still in his sleeve, and steeled his resolve. “I have something for you,” he said, and pulled the second handkerchief from his sleeve. It had more embroidery than Naomi’s, with vines connecting asphodel flowers around the perimeter and an elegant M in the center.

Nico wasn’t brave enough to look, but he heard a soft intake of breath from Will’s lips.

“That was Lady Maria’s, wasn’t it?” Will asked.

Nico nodded.

“Why are you giving it to me?”

Nico tried for a shrug, but doubted he seemed as nonchalant as he would have liked. “I just want you to have it,” he said.

There was a single beat of terrifying silence before Will said, “Then perhaps you should hold onto this one a little longer,” and offered Nico Naomi’s handkerchief again.

“Thank you,” Nico stammered as he accepted Naomi’s handkerchief. He noticed Will was standing closer than usual. When had that happened? They were only ever this close when Will helped Nico tend to his wounds. But this time it was because....

Nico felt dizzy in the most thrilling way possible. Will was wooing him. Nico was wooing back. He was going to court his best friend and Will wanted it as much as he did.

“Do-do you want to go back in?” Nico asked. “We could join the dances.”

Will loved dancing. Nico loved the way Will smiled when he danced.

To his surprise, Will shook his head. “We can if you’d like. But I thought that we could stay out here a little while longer. Just us.”

“Oh,” Nico whispered. He curled his fingers in Naomi’s handkerchief and held it to his chest. “Yes,” he said. “I’d like that very much.”

#solangelo #Nico di Angelo #solangelo week #Will Solace #courtly love au #solangelo fanfiction #solangelo fanfic #medieval au #my fic #solangeloweek #solangeloweek2020 #solangelo week 2020

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cakepopple · 5 years

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For the prompt thing—how about a kissy klance? A rare moment of downtime for the busy boys. Thanks so much!!❤️💙

I'm like!! 90% sure!! This isn't quite how you wanted this fic to go ahaha... but it's soft and mostly smooching and I'm fairly satisfied with it :) also tbh... if you want good kush kiss fics, check out @nisekoi !! Nothing I write could ever live up to those tbh :P Anywho, here’s my best go at it!

Stay, Don’t be Busy (Klance Request - 2)

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Lance finishes his class at noon. He’s been teaching fighter pilot courses at the Garrison since the war ended, and while he loves it, he’s happy when his lunch break finally arrives. More so today than usual, since after his students have all filed out to the hallway and mumbled their tired goodbyes, there’s still someone leaning against the doorframe. There are enough stripes on his uniform to tell Lance he’s not a student. Not that he’d need the help anyway; he knows who’s standing there, even when he’s only seen him in his peripheral. His legs cross at his ankles, his elbow bends and presses against the door to hold it open, and his fist knots so he can hold it against his cheek in an exaggerated show of false nonchalance. The genuine and smooth lines at the ends of his smile show he’s not as indifferent as his body language would suggest, though.

“Hey,” he says, and Lance realizes he’s missed Keith’s voice than he’d previously thought. Hearing it now is like the first bite of a food you haven’t had in months, the one that brings all the flavors and cravings back so fast you get a chest ache. Lance had known Keith would be back from his Blade mission today, but part of him had thought the man wouldn’t come to visit. They’re not dating, as much as Lance wishes they are, so there was never any obligation for Keith to stop by.

Every ounce of blood in his veins had been coursing with the hopes that Keith would come visit him anyway.

And here he is.

Keith’s got his Garrison uniform on, the one with the red sleeves and gold stripes, and Lance’s eyes snag on the way the colors broaden his shoulders. Or maybe it’s the way he’s standing, tall and confident, with that smug, little smile on his lips. But he looks so genuinely happy to see Lance, and that ties the whole image together. It’s something Lance will stare up at his ceiling thinking about until the next time Keith comes home. The next time Keith gives him something he can’t sleep over. Keith licks his lips, and the taunting image scrawled through Lance’s mind shifts. A shudder passes through Lance’s spine. He knows exactly what triggered it.

He nods at Keith, hands fumbling for the papers on his desk as a source of distraction. Quietly, he clears his throat, “Hey, Keith.” And there’s a smile in his voice, warm and fizzing, as he flashes a smitten look at his shuffling hands. Too stubborn, too apprehensive to let Keith know how profoundly giddy he is, but too pleased to keep a smile away. The pages click twice against the desk as he straightens them. Calculated. Nervous. “Didn’t think I’d see you during my lunch break today.” Lance flickers his eyes up and away from his work, and Keith’s grin in response is irrepressible. As if Lance just looking at him is enough to satisfy everything he’d ever wanted. Doesn’t he know how much Lance looks at him? It isn’t that special. But the way Keith smiles at him definitely is, and Lance feels his stomach roll in gratification, so he hides himself in his work again. His ears are hot.

Keith strolls in from the entrance and the door clicks back into place behind him. “Where else would I go?” He sounds so sincere. Lance smiles, the bunches of his cheeks burning from how wholly he feels the emotion behind his grin. His body sways, only slightly, with a drunken buzz of delight, and he presses a hand to his desk to keep himself steady. The papers he’d stacked so neatly only a second ago wrinkle under his hold, retaining the creases because of the sweat on his palms. God, was he always this blatantly skittish around Keith? The flush of his cheeks is so irredeemably nervous. He hears Keith flop onto the swivel chair behind him. His heart pools and bubbles in his stomach when Keith laughs at the way the seat skids back and squeaks. “You’re my favorite person to spend time with, Lance.”

“Is that so?” Lance wheezes as he asks that, playing it off by laughing in short spurts after the fact. He turns around slowly, squatting on his desk where his papers aren’t. “Never would have guessed.” And he means it. Him? Keith’s favorite? He bites back the urge to sigh at the weight such an assurance takes off his shoulders. Pleasure burns at his nape; he lifts his hands there, as though to swat it back down.

As he slides himself farther up his desk, so the crooks of his knees hook on the edge, he watches Keith make up for the distance. Hands close around the desk, one on either side of Lance’s thighs. “Absolutely.” Lance loses his voice at the certainty in Keith’s tone. The glint in Keith’s eyes turns wicked as he stands up and leans closer, shrinking the distance between them to something so small, Lance knows he’s not imagining Keith’s body heat swarming his own. “I heard something interesting from Pidge and Hunk when I came in this morning,” he says, bringing his hands closer to Lance’s legs, an inch away from touching. Lance dizzies at the thought, wonders what his hands feel like when they linger for more than a fleeting touch.

“What did you hear?” Lance has to restart the sentence a few times, emotions too thick in his throat to allow words passage. Keith smiles something tender at the jolts in Lance’s voice. One of his hands releases the desk and instead, it drifts to Lance’s cheek. Though he puts infinite effort into an attempt, Lance can’t seem to keep his eyes open. He can’t see it when Keith swoops in to smother their lips together, but he feels it so perfectly, so completely, he swears the image is right there, on the backs of his eyelids. Surely on his ceiling tonight, too, as he’ll be kept up again. One of Lance’s hands grips to ground himself on the desk, while the other reaches for the hand Keith kept beside his thigh.

When Keith straightens his spine and thus places distance between them once more, it becomes painfully clear the sort of thing he’d heard. “Pidge said she was tired of watching you ‘stare at’ and ‘pine’ over me. Hunk begged me to make the first move.” Twitching his nose, he pauses, and the hand along Lance’s cheeks trails downward to his neck. Keith looks concerned. “How long?” It’s fragile, the way his face seems to fold in the middle, where his eyebrows wrench together, as though trying to meet. A welt of sadness taints Lance’s throat.

“Do you mean how long I was going to wait to kiss you? Or how long I’ve already been waiting?” Lance’s fingers begin to slip away from where they’re nestled over Keith’s, but they’re stopped when Keith desperately draws them back, pinning the hand under his own. Shyly, Lance admits, “Either way, the answer is pretty close to forever.” A sour note wrenches from Keith’s throat.

Pressing closer, touch hot enough on Lance’s neck to scar, Keith weakly ponders, “Why?”

“I’ve been busy, and you’ve been busy, out with the Blades—”

“You’re not busy right now,” Keith says, tone sharp with urgency, but countenance a heartstopping mild. His eyes are scalding, a swirling grey like thick, stifling smoke, and Lance is suffocating in them, how they lock onto him. Stern, gentle, intoxicating. Those eyes dip to Lance’s mouth. A tongue darts over Keith’s lips when he brings his eyes upward again. “I’m not busy with the blades, either. What’s stopping you now?” Lance feels Keith’s hand on his neck crawl around to his scalp. He lets it happen, leans into the cup of gentle touches.

Lance whimpers, “But you will be busy. When you leave again in a few days.” After hearing that, Keith tugs Lance closer by his hair, so he can kiss him again. Longer, deeper, and this time, Lance kisses back. He doesn’t care that the discussion has been paused, doesn’t mind postponing it, if it means he gets to taste more of Keith’s lips, circling and pushing along his own. Keith’s leaving, he tells himself. It isn’t a good idea to indulge in something that’s doomed to crash and burn, he reminds himself. But, ultimately, he admits that it feels too right to ignore. Lance curls into Keith, so indescribably satisfied he feels he might fall down onto his desk. His back shudders at the thought, like it’s about to give out under the affectionate assault, as though to confirm such a thing would be fitting. He wraps his arms around Keith’s neck to hold himself together.

The hold Keith has on Lance’s scalp falls away. He’s at the bottom of Lance’s shirt, now, and searing fingers swipe a patch of skin on the small of Lance’s back. It makes Lance arch closer. Keith eagerly takes the invitation, sliding his whole hand up under Lance’s shirt, just to cradle his shoulder blades. All his actions, all his motions whisper, caress, sing, I’ve waited too long, over soft skin. The drag of his tongue along the roof of Lance’s mouth says the same. So do the scribbled circles that loop around to Lance’s stomach, because Lance finally leans his spine down against his desk. He’s taking Keith’s cheeks, his addictive lips, with him. Keith swirls the nails of that one hand over Lance’s middle, and his other hand hastily moves from the edge of the desk to the space beside Lance’s head, where his fingers curl into the wood.

Meanwhile, Lance grapples Keith’s cheeks like he’ll fall right into oblivion without Keith and his lips holding him in the present. His fingers wind through, and undo, Keith’s ponytail, so the hair tie clicks against the classroom floor. He doesn’t spare a thought in its direction; he’s waited too long to have Keith pushing, prodding, brushing teeth against his lips. Waited too long to kiss and be kissed by someone he feels so strongly for. To kiss and be kissed by Keith. When Lance whines, low and pleading in his throat, Keith lifts from Lance like he’s out of breath. Like he’s been drowning in something, and Lance feels the same. He can’t pry his eyes open, his lungs heave, and he feels Keith’s pulse from where he’s holding him by his cheeks, telling him Keith’s as antsy, as excited, as he is.

As Lance’s eyes squint open, he sees Keith’s cheeks are flushed. And Keith looks self conscious. Worried. He pulls his lips apart, huffs a few airless breaths, and then he suggests, “What if I don’t leave again? What if I stay here, not busy, with you?” He thumbs Lance’s bottom lip, he watches himself do it, as if he’s about to dive back in. If he went for it, Lance would let him. Lance would let him do anything. There’s no one he trusts more. In fact, he indulges the selfish look in Keith’s eyes, lifting his torso up to Keith’s so they can kiss again. Keith sighs against him, and Lance can feel the relief as his tense shoulders relax.

They kiss until Lance is too overwhelmed by the heat behind it to breathe, and he pats Keith’s cheek. Instantly, Keith unlatches from Lance. They lock eyes for a moment, before Keith tickles his nose against Lance’s jawline experimentally. When Lance opens the spot to him, humming, Keith pecks a couple kisses down his neck. Fingers clutching into fists, Lance knots them together at the wrists, behind Keith’s head. His mind is fuzzy, his words slur as he quietly questions what Keith had proposed. “You’d do that for me?”

Keith chuckles against his pulse. Every exposed patch of Lance’s skin smolders, every one of his brain cells is stolen to play the sound and the feeling on repeat. God. God. He could keep Keith there forever, ask him to say every little thought he has there, and Lance still wouldn’t tire of it. He’s certain. It feels too good. Too perfect. So much so, he almost wants to ask Keith to stop, before he’s too drunk to teach later. Worst of all is how he knows, if he were to ask Keith to keep kissing and whispering along his neck, the man wouldn’t hesitate to do it. He’d probably smile and rumble with laughter and—

“Would I? Oh, Lance,” he breathes, then he’s leaving a kiss that’s longer than the rest, one that lingers after he’s pulled away again. “As if there’s anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Then stay,” Lance says hastily. Now that Keith’s suggested it, Lance can’t get the thought out of his head. How badly he wants Keith to stay with him. To kiss him every day, to laugh with him, to visit him during his lunch breaks. His heart revs up at the thought, his eyes swell with tears. Lance begs, “Please stay. Go on a date with me, keep kissing me, do whatever you want. Just please do it here, on Earth. Stay.” His breath is shaking. Now he’s crying. “Please, Keith. Stay with me.”

One last time, Keith kisses him on his mouth. Sweet and brief. Lance’s whole body shivers.

“For you, Lance…” Their eyes meet again, and Lance notices Keith is crying, too. “Anything.”

#klance #kick #kl #kl fic #kiss fic #lance mcclain #keith kogane #ask cake #request #i forgot to add the italicizing jshdjdjdj i didnt rememver tumblr removes them oof

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summernightskyy · 4 years

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My Top 5 The 100 Women

Got tagged by @nomattertheoceans to do this! Thanks so much Lisa!! This took me forever to finally finish. (Can I just mention how hard this was for me though?!? I almost feel like it would have been easier for me to do my top 5 The 100 men - there’s so many amazing women on this show, but I also have had conflicting feelings for most of them at certain times lmao)

1. Clarke Griffin

Why was it so hard to find a gif of Clarke w/o Bellamy or Lexa, let Clarke shine on her own D:

I honestly really struggled over whether to put Clarke or Raven in my number one spot, but I ended up going with Clarke for a couple reasons. One of the things I’ve always loved about Clarke from the start is her tenacity - the girl literally never stops fighting. And yes, literally every single woman on this list is a fighter, but not all of them have had to make the tough calls that Clarke has with the consistency in which she’s been forced to make them. Does she always make the right choice? No, but I do believe that the choices she’s made have almost always been with good intentions. Even when she ended up making ruthless decisions that ended in many people’s deaths, I can’t think of a time where she didn’t try another more peaceful way first. She’s been willing to sacrifice her own happiness and mental well-being for the good of her people time and time again, and I see in her a mental fortitude that’s almost unparalleled. The other reason I ended up placing Clarke in my top spot is because of the representation she brings to the show, and that representation ended up meaning a lot to me. Finding a show with a Bi lead is hard enough even today, but in 2015? It was groundbreaking. While I’m still coming to terms with my sexuality, I think the teenage girl that I was watching The 100 back then needed to see that kind of representation; I genuinely believe that Clarke definitely helped me subconsciously start processing the fact that I might not be straight. She’s far from perfect, but I do think she’s a good person. I honestly think she deserves a lot more love than she gets from the fandom. That’s why Clarke Griffin is not only the first Bisexual lead on network television, sorry Sara Lance, Clarke did it first XD but also the first on this list.

(Also yes, I chose this gif of Clarke for a reason; the bi flag has the best colors, tell me I’m wrong ;)

2. Raven Reyes

I’ve loved Raven from the first second she appeared on my TV screen. How could you not? She’s smart as a whip, confident, and a literal rocket scientist. Raven Reyes is quite literally exactly who I would’ve liked to have grown up to be like in another world. She can fix almost anything. She’s a genius. She’s pretty much an astronaut. She’s spacewalked - that’s the stuff of dreams for me. Yes, there have been times over the course of the series where she’s annoyed me, but there’s always been more to like about her than not. She’s up there with Clarke when it comes to mental fortitude and determination - not even leg injuries and seizures can stop her. She’s always been a super intriguing character, and I’m honestly not sure where this show would be without her. And the cherry on top of all that is that she’s beautiful, and amazing representation as well.

3. Octavia Blake

At one point, Octavia would have definitely been my number one spot. At other points, she wouldn’t have been on this list at all, but I’m learning to appreciate her character again - and there’s a lot to appreciate. At the start of the show, Octavia was my favorite character. I loved getting to see her actually get to experience the world around her for the first time. She was headstrong, bold, beautiful, open-minded and kind. My journey with Octavia has hit some bumps along the way, I won’t lie. Her brother quickly ended up displacing her as my favorite character on the show, and while their relationship was unhealthy on both ends (through no fault of either of them - looking at you, Aurora), I wasn’t a fan of her taking Lincoln’s death out on him and the way she began to mistreat other people as well. I was afraid none of that would ever be addressed, and while I was beginning to enjoy her character a lot more already, I can enjoy it even more so now that it has. It was so fun watching her develop into the amazing, badass warrior she is now.

4. Emori Kom Spacekru

Honestly, if Emori had gotten more screen time over the course of the series, I’m almost certain she would be higher up on this list. My heart really bleeds for her, being cast out by her family like she was for something as trivial as a birth defect. I love how she worked so hard to get the Children of Gabriel reunited with their families, even if it didn’t turn out as well as she intended it to. I love the way she consistently stepped into danger and exerted influence as Kaylee Prime to try and help attain peace. One thing that I also really admire about Emori is the way she threw herself into learning from Raven during her time on the Ring. She’s such a boss and I was so happy when she successfully got Spacekru back down to earth in season 5! I’ve been super stressed over her well being, and I really want to see her (and everyone else on this list - but I’m most worried about her and Indra) make it to the end of the series alive.

5. Indra Kom Trikru

So, fifth place was insanely difficult for me to decide on, not gonna lie. I considered putting Lexa, Charmaine Diyoza, and even Callie and Hope (ultimately decided I haven’t seen enough of either character to justifiably put either of them up here over Indra). Honestly, if I had published this a couple weeks ago, Lexa probably would be in fifth place on this list. But after seeing 7x10, I ultimately decided to put Indra. I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure Indra mentioned to Sheidheda earlier in the season that she thought the fact that her mother was weak for having kneeled to him (even though it was to protect her). She’s very much a tough love and even somewhat cold person. That being said, I was amazed to see her do just what her mother did to protect Madi, even though I’m sure she would have fought to the death if Madi’s life wasn’t endangered. She has a very harsh exterior, but when she cares for someone - she cares for them. I really hope that before the end of this series we get to see her interact with Gaia and Octavia again. (Speaking of, where the heck is Gaia?!?)

I don’t really know if anyone I know on here that’s still active watches the 100, but if you see this and end up doing your own, please tag me! I’d love to see other people’s lists.

#the 100 #the 100 spoilers #top 5 the 100 women #clarke griffin #raven reyes #octavia blake #emori kom spacekru #indra kom trikru #i have a major crush on lindsey morgan #can you tell?#i mean #everyone on this list is gorgeous #but she marie and luisa are super stunning in particular

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Through His Eyes - Part Thirteen

Summary - Bucky arrives at the compound to start afresh but you and him have a somewhat colorful past, colorful being that you met him once before as The Winter Soldier and it did not go well. New beginnings, yeah? If you can learn to forgive.

Pairing - Bucky x Reader

Warnings - Angst (Is there every not?), flashbacks, nightmares, sexual content

A/N - Sorry its been forever, again. Pregnancy has kicked my ass. This may be a tiny bit self indulgent, I’m sure you wont mind. Feedback loved and appreciated.

Through His Eyes Masterlist

It’s quiet when you get back, the day turned into night somewhere along those streets as you sped past, taking the time to quietly pack away your feelings from the day. Getting your house in order before you can face anyone. Bucky stays silent, even after the bike is safely stowed and your walking the corridors back to your room. He hovers close by though, like he expects your legs to stop working at any point. (You’re OK with that.)

Steve is on the couch, takes one look at you both and opens his mouth to ask, his back instantly tight but you interrupt before he can. Quickly and quietly explain where you were and he just looks for a few seconds, eyes flicking between you and Bucky close behind you, says nothing except stretches out an arm and lets you curl up beside him. Bucky follows, that invisible rope that ties him to you pulled tight and sinks in beside you, sinks heavy like the moments of the day are strung from him like boulders. He pulls a blanket from somewhere and tucks it over you. Warm, safe.

You stay like that for a long time, watching episode after episode of Brooklyn Nine Nine because Steve knows it’ your favorite letting the rough edges of the day get forcibly smoothed by the laughter and lightness. The others join after a while, not knowing what’s wrong but knowing enough and knowing that company cures like nothing else. Sat here on this couch, surrounded by your friends, your family, you couldn’t feel further from that girl in the room. Their smiles, their hugs, their love… and even those fingers that grip yours under the blanket like he might disappear without them, they all remind you of how far you’ve come. It’s with your fingers still gripped in his that you wake some time later, head tucked against him with the blanket under your chin. The T.V is off and the room is empty, the air still enough that you know the others have been gone for a while, no doubt unwilling to disturb you, knowing how precious sleep is to you, to him. You stay there for minutes, longer, just listening to his breathing, in, out, deep, steady.

It’s wonderful.

It’s terrifying.

You feel as much as you hear the shift in his breathing when he wakes, the stillness that sweeps from those fingertips to his toes like he is all too aware of how close his face is to yours. You know he hears the shift in your own breathing when his fingers twitch against yours, grip just a little tighter before relaxing again, the only betrayal of thought or feeling. Perhaps it’s intentional, given his usual mastery over his reactions, his expressions. Showing only what he’s willing, an offered glimpse between his fingers.

That familiar tightness arrives, the sharp edged wire pushing at your skin. Pleading.

Even though today (yesterday?) was cleansing, healing, it was still painful and you were still so raw, exposed. Emotions laid bare, heightened, and so it’s that knowledge that forces you to fake a yawn and a stretch, a cartoon version of yourself waking up even though you know he knows you were awake the whole time. He lets you play it out unchallenged, accepts your smile with one of his own, his face shows no trace of whatever passed between those fingertips. Just that quiet, easy smile.

There are words poised on your tongue, waiting and willing to be said. It takes a lions worth of will to master it and let loose only those you choose to.

“I didn’t say it earlier, but thank you Bucky. For coming to get me.” He does a half sort of shrug like its no big deal and that action alone makes you want to clarify that you know, that you understand what it must have cost him, “I know it wouldn’t have been easy for you either.”

He stills at that, swallows loudly, or maybe just swallows but the sound reverberates into the silence of the room.

“I wasn’t afraid to go back there,” He says, and then adds “I’ve been back there.” The admission doesn't surprise you the way it should. Of course he has, hell bent on punishing himself for actions he was an unwilling party to. You wonder how many other places he’s forced himself to relive. How many wounds he has picked at.

His jaw twitches and he glances away like he’s unsure or working up the nerve, “I was afraid... that when I got there, you would hate me again.”

The ground shifts as the words cleave you in two, shower those pieces in such conflicting emotions that you feel both weighted and weightless. You cling desperately to those fractured pieces, having already lost too much of you and so unwilling to lose anymore.

You stand, probably too quickly to be casual and force yourself to look back to him. “I won’t,” you say, so that he knows and then thoughtlessly add, “I can’t.” Not even if I wanted to, the unsaid words hang in the air. You leave him there, between one blink and the next.

Copper. Salt. Dirt.

I’m sorry

I’m so sorry

Please

Please wake up

The dream voice stays long after you gasp awake, the desperation follows you as you shift and turn and try to find sleep again. The haunting echo that you know originates from deep inside a suppressed memory rather than something conjured by your sleep deprived brain. It’s minutes, hours later and it still won’t leave. That desperate plea, like nails on the already worn chalkboard of your skull.

You pace. And pace some more.

It won’t leave. He won’t leave. Your skin vibrates with all that tension from the last few days, rolls like the feeling is alive and you might see the waves across it, scattering and crashing against each other down your arms and across your chest. You drag your fingers down your arms, wishing, hoping that it might ease it.

It doesn’t.

The tension morphs and fights, coils down your gut like you absorbed all the energy of the sun and now its fighting its way out, demanding a release. Like you might boil alive with the effort to contain it. You bow over with it, the force of that energy, feel the blood rush and then finally, you unleash and throw your fist into the wall with a sickening thud. The pain lances through your knuckles, pieces of wall falling away as your free them and the familiar warmth of blood drips down your fingers. The energy roars its victory, like a Lion offered a pound of flesh to sate its hunger. It’s barely taken the edge off, barely scratched the surface.

You know then what you have to do, what it’s going to take to release all the energy, feeling.

A mountain of force.

Your feet move without thought, carrying you swiftly down halls and past doors until you reach it. The other door that altered your life irrevocably. A small part of you urges, begs you not to do this. Begs you to walk away, that this is not the answer.

The lion prowls, barely contained enough for you to knock on the door and to wait those two precious seconds it takes for him to open it. He’s not surprised to see you there, you can tell in his eyes he expected it. There’s no wariness in him, nothing tentative like something has changed, shifted between you. He’s not afraid.

He should be.

You consider briefly what you must look like to him, standing in a tank top and shorts, chest heaving like you’ve run the length of the earth to get there, fist clenched and still dripping blood, that ferocious energy burning you from inside out.

He eyes that fist, clenched so hard your nails were making half-moon indents in your palm, the skin threatening to break and takes a step forward, then another until his chest was touching yours. The energy absorbs him, swallows him up until your both thrumming with it. Slowly, so slowly, he reaches out and wraps his hand around your fist, brings it up so he can see as he smoothes out your fingers and runs his own across those indents. He watches you, not your joined hands, as he brings broken knuckles to his mouth and places the softest kiss across them, eyes burning like frozen flames.

Its fire, and fury, and everything you know it shouldn't be for something so tame and yet more intimate than anything else before. You silence the voice in your head and let go of that wire you carefully walk, consequences be damned.

A step, yours or his or maybe both, and then his lips find yours and the hard edges start to blurr. Your palms meet his chest and spread whilst you kiss him with a fervor you have no right to feel. He kisses you back with a twin intensity that terrifies you and yet thrills you. You urge him backward just as his fingers pull you forward, the door to his room shut swiftly behind as you clear the threshold. His fingers dance under the hem of your tank, betraying his struggle for control as they dig and release into your skin. His mouth, his skin, it chases everything else away, there’s only this feeling and nothing else. Its intoxicating. Except this time, you ignore the voice that says stop, you throw yourself into that feeling entirely and let your fingers slip up his neck and into his hair, search and find that low groan you’ve wondered about ever since that night in the gym. Marvel at how it sounds even better than before, at how the sound itself pulls a matching one of your own.

You slip a hand down and give a gentle tug on the collar of his t-shirt, unwilling to break contact to convey your meaning. He hesitates for a second and you wonder if he’s going to be the one who stops this when he pulls back but only so he can pull the t-shirt off and let it drop to the floor. When you meet his eyes, you see the quiet apprehension and you realise the reason for his hesitation, that you’ll see him, that’ll you’ll see what they did to him.

Without pause, you bridge the space between you and kiss him again, softer this time but with no less intensity and let your fingertips glide down his neck, smooth along the hard scar tissue across his shoulder and then let your lips follow the same path. Slowly, you kiss the worst of the scars, Bucky’s breath hitching with each one and the, bring your lips back to his only to find him eagerly waiting, his mouth on yours with such force that you sway backwards with the movement but he catches you, uses that momentum to lift you at the same time he backs you both towards his bed. He sits with you, letting your thighs tuck tight against his as his hands slide up your back. You wonder if it’s deliberate, how you are seated, if somehow he’s giving you control even when you don’t need it. You ignore the pang in your heart at that thought and throw yourself further into the feeling, hips grinding down as Bucky kisses and nips his way down your neck.

His hand climbs your back and gently push the strap of your tank to the side, the metal fingers hot against your already heated skin and his lips like a brand as they follow those same fingers. You head tips back and a soft moan escapes as his teeth graze along your collarbone, he hums in agreement, his other fingers sliding up your ribcage till his thumb grazes the underside of your breast. It’s too much and yet still not enough, you grip his head and tilt him back to you so you can press your lips to his again, biting down on his lip just enough to have his fingers inch higher, press and circle and pull low, aching moans from you. You get lost in the feel of him, his hands and lips, the tank stripped from you in one fluid motion that you would never have managed on your own, his mouth working your skin as your own fingers grip his hair and neck. Holding on as this broken man makes you feel like his lips and tongue might be the thing that puts you back together after they take you apart completely.

Its minutes, hours, seconds later and he grips you and turns, placing you with more care than he should on the bed and settling his weight over you, eyes searching yours for the fear you don’t own anymore, looking at you in a way that has you pulling him down to you so you don’t have to think about it, urging him with your hips and relishing the way he shudders with each roll. He tugs you with him as he moves to the side, hiking you leg up over his hip and gripping your ass under those shorts, moaning his appreciation into your mouth. Those fingers move closer and suddenly still, a tenseness in him that has you pulling back to look at him, a question in your eyes that your afraid to voice.

He presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, swallows once before whispering, “Maybe I should...change sides.”

It takes a second to understand his meaning, that he was once again worried about you, about how you might react to him and the fact that it's his metal hand inched under your shorts. You ache at his fear, that you put it there, that he put yours there too. Ache for what they took from you both. In answer, you cup his jaw and watch as his eyes open, hesitant but steady, ready to do whatever to make you comfortable, “Your right where I want you to be.”

His eyes dart between yours and whatever he sees is the confirmation he needs, the fire back in his veins as he kisses you with that force again, fingers reaching under and moving against you in a way that has you wondering if it had ever felt this good, if anyone had ever known exactly how to touch you. You let your hands wander over his chest, losing minutes in the feel of that solid, gritty muscle under your fingertips, your nails. He brings you higher, tongue and teeth and those ever proficient fingers, pushing you to places where shadows didn’t exist and demons have no power. The world tilts as you break, nails digging in like you might lose gravity and float off on the feeling alone. Forehead touches and nose nudges, lips hovering and taking, the world realligning underneath you. He looks at you that way again and your pretty sure you are looking back just the same.

It’s no more than a minute before the heady feeling has your hands wandering, urging him to rid himself of the sweatpants he’s still wearing and following the movement with your eyes, taking all his lines and solidness, the ache coiling down your spine with the way you want him, need him. He makes quick work of your own shorts, settling over you and gathering up your hips and thighs with such care at the odds with the way he nuzzles into your neck, teeth grazing and owning. He gathers himself up onto his forearms till he’s eye level and watches as he pushes into you, groans when your breath hitches and watches you fight against the urge to close your eyes and revel in the feeling. He rolls forward and up, taking all thoughts with him, carries the same momentum into a rhythm that matches the hunger in his eyes. He forces low, greedy sounds from your throat, seals his mouth over your like he’s trying to keep them, breathing turned harsh in the shared space between. This. This is the feeling you needed, the leftover energy disappearing with each delicious roll of his hips, with each nip of his teeth and growl from between. His flesh hand is swallowed up by your hair, his metal one sliding up your arm till his fingers are linked with yours, pressing your joined hands into the mattress above your head. Your free hand grips his waist as your hips match his, pushing together to work that fire over your body and into your bones, any resemblance of control slipping away beneath the sweat on your skin. Your legs begin to tremble as you near that edge, you feel his hips falter in response and then grind deeper, following that feeling like he's desperate, like you are too. The edge crumbles beneath you, falling further than you thought was possible, consumed by it, the fire, letting it take your harshness and your fury with it. It takes only a look from you before Bucky is tumbling down after you, shoulders hunching up close to your head as you feel every bit of him melt, feel his muscles settle against yours like thats where they’re meant to be.

He leans his forehead against yours, again, and you try not to notice how good it feels, trying to reclaim some of that control you so freely gave up. He kisses you, soft, enduring, the kind that has your heart beating erratically in your chest but still, you let him. Let him tuck you into his side and draw lazy circles on your back, let him place a kiss to your forehead with an intimacy you have no right sharing. You know you shouldn’t, but you let him anyway, because maybe, just maybe, you need it too.

The thought terrifies you. It thrills you.

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voyager-into-the-unknown · 4 years

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This is Part 4 of my Plance fic series. You can read Part 3 here:

https://toocool2btrue.tumblr.com/post/188737473073/yes-of-course-you-should-continue-writing-this

Breakfast with Hunk

Lance woke up on Saturday morning hugging his pillow. He had dreamed of Pidge that night—dancing with her, kissing her, embracing her, and finally, falling asleep with her in his arms. He slid the pillow back beneath his head and then rubbed his eyes. Early morning light was just visible through his blinds, and he could hear the sound of the shower running. Hunk was up.

He checked his phone, and sadly, there were no new messages. He decided to text Pidge. He felt a little nervous about contacting her so early in the morning, but didn’t girls like it when the guy got in touch with them again, right after a date? He didn’t want to seem desperate, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

Lance: Good morning, pretty lady. Did you sleep well?

There was no reply. Maybe she was still asleep. Or maybe she was in the shower. No, he shouldn’t think about that. Well, just because he told himself not to think about that, he thought about it.

Rather than let his mind wander into some rather naughty places, he got up. The shower was separated from the sink and commode, so he could relieve himself, wash his hands, brush his teeth, wash his face, and shave without disturbing Hunk. He then went back to his room, knowing that Hunk would be done with his shower soon enough. His phone pinged. Nervously, he picked it up. It was Pidge!

Pidge: Good morning, Loverboy. 😉 I slept very well, indeed. Thanks for asking.

Loverboy? Lance blushed, remembering all of the times that they kissed yesterday. He was spending the day with her and her parents, but surely he could get her alone at some point and steal a few more kisses, right? He wanted to kiss her again right now.

Lance: I had the best night’s sleep ever. All of my dreams were about you, Pidgey.

Pidge: 😊 Pidgey? That’s cute. You must have had some really great dreams then, if you dreamed about me....I dreamed about you, too.

Lance: Oh, really? ✨😎✨Tell me more.

Pidge: No. That’s private. Of course, yesterday’s reality was like a dream come true.

Lance: Yes. It was the best day ever! I can’t wait to see you again.

Pidge: 😊 I am looking forward to seeing you, too.

Lance: You know that I love you, right? 💙💚

Pidge: I love you, too. 💚💙 I have loved you since arriving at the Garrison.

Lance: You mean, when we returned from space?

Pidge: No, since before we ever left. Before we were Paladins.

Lance: OMG! Pidge!!! 🥰 I had no idea. I am so sorry I didn’t notice. I mean, we were friends even back then, but...

Pidge: I was disguised as a boy. I didn’t want you to notice.

Lance: But after we became Paladins and you revealed that you are a girl, why did you keep your feelings a secret?

There was a long pause, and then she answered him.

Pidge: Allura. Nyma. Plaxum. And so many other girls. I didn’t think I had a chance with you. 😢

Lance: I am so sorry, Pidge. I was such an idiot. You mean so much more to me than any of those other girls, even Allura. I love you.

Pidge: I know.

Lance: Did you just “Han Solo” me?

Pidge: 😂 Yup.

Lance: I have been waiting for Hunk to get out of the bathroom so I can take a shower. I think he’s getting out now...

“Morning, Lance. Who are you texting this early? Is it your girlfriend?”

“Ugh, go put some clothes on, man. It’s too early in the morning to see that. My eyes!”

“I am decently covered by this towel. Tell Pidge I said hello.”

Lance: Hunk says hello. I just told him to put some clothes on.

Pidge: 😂 Tell him I said hello, too. He’s going to ask a million questions about us, but don’t tell him everything.

Lance: You know how nosy our best friend is. Anyway, no worries. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. 😉

Pidge: Thanks, Loverboy. Now go take your shower. We can talk later. ily. 😘

Lance: ily2. 😘

“Pidge says hello too. And also says that she loves me!” Lance called to Hunk through the open door.

“Ha! I knew it! She’s had a crush on you since forever.”

“We can talk about that later. I’m gonna hit the shower.”

“Well, in the meantime, I am going to make us a breakfast fit for kings, so don’t take all day in there.”

Lance went to his bureau, and selected clean socks and underwear. Then he went to his closet, choosing a light blue button down shirt, grey trousers, and a darker blue sweater. She would like these colors on him, he thought. They would bring out the color of his eyes.

Lance went into the bathroom and stripped off his pajamas, then turned the hot water on. Naked, he climbed into the stall and let the spray of hot water relax him. He lathered up with his favorite body wash and sang to himself a song he had been working on for the past week, even before he asked Pidge to go the ball with him. It was a love song, and he had the guitar chords and the melody that he wanted. It was the lyrics that needed work. Maybe she could help him with that. Right then, it occurred to him that girls really loved sappy romantic stuff like that. He should definitely bring his guitar over to the Holts, along with dessert, which he hadn’t actually thought much about yet.

When he was done showering, Lance dried off, combed his hair, and put on some extra strength deodorant and a bit of his favorite cologne. He wanted to smell nice for her, especially since he intended to spend the afternoon dancing with her in her parents living room. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he left the bathroom and went back to his room to get dressed.

He shut the door and dropped his towel. He put on his shorts first, having selected a pair of white boxer briefs for support and freedom of movement that were nearly as comfortable as Paladin underwear, and then a white T-shirt made of a stretchy, absorbent material, which, like his shorts, was meant to wick perspiration from his body. (He hoped he didn’t sweat too much. He didn’t want to reek of nervous perspiration around Pidge.) The socks were chosen to coordinate with dress shoes, rather than his usual sneakers or uniform boots. Next, he buttoned up the light blue dress shirt, which was a bit more formal than the long sleeved T-shirts he usually wore. Grey trousers were next, and a belt, followed by the darker blue sweater. Lastly, his shoes, which were formal, but comfortable, and perfect for dancing. He put his wallet and his phone in his pockets.

“You about done in there, Loverboy? Admiring yourself in the mirror, right now, am I right?”

“No!” Lance said unconvincingly. In truth, he had been admiring his reflection and wondering if Pidge would like his attire. “Breakfast smells great. I’ll be there in a second.”

Hunk had indeed made a breakfast fit for kings: ham and cheese omelettes, crispy bacon, hot buttery biscuits, and hash browns with cold milk and hot coffee. Everything looked and smelled delicious.

“What did I ever do to deserve all of this? Hunk, you’re the best!”

“I know. Now give me details.”

Lance sat down to eat breakfast with Hunk and told him briefly about what had happened between himself and Pidge yesterday, saying nothing too personal, just a general summary of their day. He told him how nervous he was when he asked her out, and how she kissed him in the hydroponics garden. He told him about their trip to the mall and what they purchased there. “We even ate at Vrepit Sal’s! The food was great, but not as great as this breakfast, made by the master chef himself.”

“Aw, Thanks, man.” Hunk ate another forkful of omelette. “So what happened when you got back home? Did you kiss her goodnight?”

“Of course! But she asked me to keep our private stuff private.”

“It was pretty hot, though, wasn’t it?”

Lance’s face was all the answer Hunk needed. He was blushing like a desert sunset and grinning shyly. “Let’s just say for a girl who has never had a boyfriend before, she’s really good at kissing. I am not going to give a detailed description, just a statement of fact: Pidge is a genius in everything that she does.” Lance sighed, and grinned goofily.

Hunk laughed at him. “Well, I hope that you know how happy I am for both of you. Just be careful with her heart, Lance.” He sipped his coffee.

Lance put his fork down. “What do you mean? I just told her that I love her, like, three times just this morning!”

“She’s had a crush on you since she was fifteen. She’s watched you flirt with every attractive girl that has crossed your path since then. She’s had to endure your unrequited love for Allura, and she’s had to watch you ogle any humanoid female with curves in the right places. Dude, she’s cried herself to sleep over you a thousand times. You can’t do stuff like that anymore.”

Lance became very quiet, his expression serious. He was hurt by the truth of Hunk’s words, and angry at himself for being so blind and self-centered for so long. “I know,” he said softly. “I won’t. There were quite a few attractive single ladies around the base dropping hints that if I needed a date to the Garrison Ball, they were interested. I didn’t even consider asking any of them. All I could think of was how to summon up enough courage to ask Pidge to go with me. And at the mall there were lots of cute girls checking me out. I used to be flattered by stuff like that, but now I just ignore them. Pidge is the only girl for me, Hunk.”

“I’m glad to hear that, buddy.” Hunk looked apologetic. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings just now.”

“Don’t be. It’s the truth, and I needed to hear it.” Lance began to enjoy his meal again. They talked about the new engineering project Hunk was working on, and Lance’s work with the new pilots, Paladin training, and the rest of the team. Keith wanted everyone on the Paladins’ training deck at oh-eight-hundred on Monday morning.

“He thinks we’re getting out of shape,” said Hunk.

“Well, I will be if you keep feeding me like this. Not that I’m complaining. This is the best breakfast I have had in ages, Hunk. Thank you.”

Hunk grinned. “You’re welcome, but you know that I had an ulterior motive.”

“Of course. You just wanted to hear about my love life.”

“Ew! No, not really. I just wanted you to know that Pidge is my best friend, too, Lance. She told me that she was bullied all through school for being so smart. The boys were the worst—they called her names and stole her stuff. None of the girls would talk to her either. She was a very lonely kid whose only friend was her older brother, mainly because because Matt was the only one smart enough to really understand and appreciate her, besides her parents. When he and Sam disappeared, she was devastated.”

“I know. She was desperate enough to hack into the Garrison computer network to find out what happened to them. Iverson banned her from the Garrison for life. That’s why she cut off her hair and pretended to be a boy named Pidge Gunderson.”

“And then she was assigned to our cadet training group. We became the first real friends she’s ever had outside of the Holt family. Lance, we are two of the first guys she’s ever been able to trust. Be gentle with her. No matter how much you want her, the female should be the one to determine how far things go and how fast, not the male. And if she wants to wait—“

“I already intend to wait for her, Hunk. He family is very conservative and very protective of her, especially Sam. She’s the girl I want to marry. I want to wait for her. I want her family to like me, too.”

“Well, from what you told me of your little romantic adventures yesterday, Colleen already likes you.”

“Yeah. It’s Sam that I worry about. He’s brilliant, and kind of intimidating.”

“Intimidating? Sam?” Hunk smiled. “He’s an old softie.”

“That’s because he likes you, Hunk. You’re a genius. I’m not, and I can’t help wondering if Sam thinks that I am just not smart enough for his daughter. He probably wonders what she sees in me.”

“We all wonder about that, dude.”

“Thanks,” Lance said sarcastically. “That does wonders for my anxiety.”

“I was just joking! Seriously, you have got to go in with an action plan. Play to your strengths. Impress them with your talents.”

“Sarcasm, puns, and general goofiness?”

“Well, your sense of humor is one. Um, you have good manners, and there’s your skills as a Paladin...”

“I don’t think sharpshooting and flying are going to be enough.”

“You were singing in the shower again this morning. You have a great voice, Lance. Maybe you should bring your guitar and sing for them.”

“I was actually just thinking about that just now. I’ve been working on a new song lately, but I am having a bit of trouble with the lyrics. I was thinking that maybe Pidge could help me with that.”

“Is it a love song?”

“Of course. And it’s about her, well, both of us really.”

“That’s brilliant! You should definitely sing it for her.”

“Do you think that will be enough?”

Hunk got up from the table. “Well, if it isn’t, there’s this secret weapon.” He held up a white paper bag that was on the counter.

“Are those—?”

“Peanut butter cookies, baked especially for her. They are so good, she will definitely want to marry you, whether her father likes you or not.”

Lance laughed. “Hunk, you are the best!”

They cleared the table and Lance insisted on cleaning the kitchen, since Hunk had done all the cooking. Lance sang to himself while he worked, and Hunk watched from a distance, smiling at his friend’s happiness.

#plance #plance fic #lance #hunk garrett #lance mcclain #pidge #katie holt #sam holt #matt holt #colleen holt

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rainy-autumn-day · 5 years

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Like taking candy. A horror story by Samantha Evergreen

warning this short story contents mentions of blood, murder and violence against techanlly a minor. If this triggers you please do not read.

The devil when he purports any evil against man, first perverts his mind.

-Unknown

“Jonathan why don’t you join us at my house today?”

Jonathan looked over at Kevin, his friend’s red hair waving in the wind as they stood with a few of their other friend’s on the sidewalk as they waited for the bus that would take his friends home.

"You know I can’t,“ Jonathan answered shielding his eyes from the hot August sun that rose high in the blue sky, not even the tall school building that casted its large shadow did nothing to save them from its heat.

"Oh come on,” Max said, “It’s the first day of school, you really have to go home and do your homework?”

Jonathan just gave his friends a kind smile and rolled his eyes inwardly at the words he was about to say given it had been said too many times to count now. “You know my mom won’t let me play those kinds of games, ‘too violent’, I could become a killer you know.”

“Oh come on, you’re thirteen now. She can’t baby you forever,” Kevin said.

“Please, knowing her she’ll outlive me just to tell me how to die.”

His friends laughed at his words as the bus pulled up and opened its bright yellow doors.

"Well I’ll see you tomorrow,“ Kevin said getting on followed by Max and Lance.

Jonathan watched the doors close after a few more kids got on and he gave them a wave as they drove away, back to their happy little homes.

The bus turned the corner and his smile slowly faded away as he was left on his own to walk home alone.

He looked down the empty sidewalk as a surprisingly cool breeze hit him, he had a four-mile walk ahead of him in the Kentucky heat, not something he enjoyed.

Letting out a breath Jonathan swung his backpack over his shoulder and started on his way home. He was thankful that at least the sidewalk was lined with trees, shade stopping the sun from burning his pale skin at the very least.

As he walked Jonathan turned on his phone and saw a text from his mom sent only minutes ago.

"Jon could you pick up some things from the store? I had to go out its only for a moment. I left Sophie watching cartoons in the living room so hurry back.”

"Oh for fuck’s sake,“ Jonathan said under his breath as he texted her a quick “fine” back. Didn’t she know how inconvenient it was to have to go to the store? He had enough to do with homework and everyday things, it wasn’t like when she was a kid, the world so much easier than today. But it didn’t matter now, he could never tell his mom no. Not if he wanted to keep living at least.

He started to jog down the street keeping an eye out for an easier target but of course, he didn’t get that lucky, he almost never did now of days, they had gotten smarter after all.

Finally, he reached the store and went into the clean white building, the red sign with the name in its cursive letters high above him, the cold air from the cooler hitting his warm face as he walked through the sliding doors that welcomed him in so freely.

He went over and grabbed a handbasket and started down the first aisle. He grabbed a few things here and there, a can of soup, bread, apple juice, a jar of peanut butter. He had walked down aisle after aisle, not paying attention to the food around him until he heard the sound of footsteps behind him…and of course the smell.

He paused a moment and waited to see if the steps stopped too and heard that they did.

Jonathan looked over his shoulder, a cold shiver running down his spine. A man with his own basket in hand stood a few feet away from him reading the back of a cereal box, but he saw his eyes darting over to him for a moment before going back to the box.

Jonathan watched him a moment more before he shrugged and started for the aisle he really wanted to go, the one he always looked forward too.

He looked up a moment and saw the sign that read candy before he headed down it. His eyes were assaulted by every color of the rainbow all at once as the smell of mint and sugar hit his nose. This was always his favorite place to look for their candy. So many kinds to pick from after all.

He grabbed a bag of gummy bears before he went down and looked over the kinds of chocolates and heard the footsteps again. This time he didn’t look away from what he was doing, only grabbed a bar of dark chocolate and put it in the basket only seeing a shadow moving in his peripheral vision before he felt someone stop next to him.

“Can’t believe they’re already selling Halloween candy in August.”

Jonathan looked up and saw the man, before but now that he was closer he could see that the man seemed to be in his late 40s, his black hair peppered with white, his eyes ringed with the early lines of wrinkles but besides that he was fit, no beer belly, no neckbeard, nothing to give you the idea this man could hurt you.

"I don’t mind it, I love Halloween. It’s the best season of the year,“ Jonathan said in reply looking up and saw him nod in agreement.

"It’s always fun for kids, but when you’re a grown-up you’ll see it’s not as much fun as it once was.”

"I don’t know, candy will always be good no matter how old I get.“

The guy gave him a soft, kind smile as he grabbed the big bag of candy and added it to the basket.

Jonathan let a small smile find a way to his lips even as a chill went through him at the man’s smile, it didn’t reach his eyes the way it should have.

"Well see you around,” Jonathan said and started down the aisle, his blood pounding in his ears from excitement.

"Wait up,“ he heard the man call from behind him and when Jonathan look back he saw the older man jogging after him, "I’m done too so I’ll come with you.”

"Um sure,“ Jonathan said as he caught up and started walking beside him now, the man slowed his pace so they walked side by side.

They both walked up to the checkout and stopped in front of the cashier who looked like she wanted to be doing anything besides this job as she popped another pink bubble made from her gum before she went on chewing. Jonathan started to put his groceries up on the belt and watched as the woman scanned them one by one.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"That will be nine fifty-two,” the cashier said smacking her gum before blowing another bubble. It popped a second later as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ten dollars his mom had given him after last time he had done this and handed it over to the woman.

She took it and handed him his change before handing him the plastic bag. He turned away slowly as he carefully put the money back in his pocket, watching from the corner of his eyes as the man almost threw the bag of candy on the belt and was acting impatient as the cashier rang him up.

Jonathan cut his eyes away then and started for the front doors ready to face the heat once more.

He stepped outside and walked through the parking lot slowly, letting the sweat that formed instantly drip down his face as he heard the footsteps once more following after him.

Jonathan made himself slow before he looked back to see the man from before jogging after him, bag in hand, a fake smile on his face and Jonathan made himself put one on as well as the man walked next to him.

"Hey where’s your mom?“ The guy asked looking around the mostly empty parking lot, only a few cars sat in it, baking in the sunlight, heat waves coming off of the pavement.

"She’s at work,” Jonathan replied, “She asked me to pick up a few things.”

"Really? She must trust you a lot to walk around on your own like this.“

"I’m thirteen, it’s not like it’s a big deal or anything,” Jonathan said as they stopped next to an old black truck, the paint chipping off the sides and old dried mud stuck to the tires.

"Still, she must really be busy to let you go shopping on your own.“

"She has to work until seven so it’s not too bad,” Jonathan answered as he started to turn away from him for the sidewalk but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

He looked back to see the man still wore his smile, but his face was set with what Jonathan could only say was an emptiness. His eyes gone blank, like a hole that had opened up under is feet, ready to stuck him in…funny given what was about to happen.

“Don’t tell me your walking home?” He asked, his voice sending ice through Jonathan’s veins.

“Y-yes I am.”

“No, you can’t be. Not in this heat. You’ll get sunburned.”

Jonathan swallowed, he wanted so badly to push his hand away, he always hated when they touched him. But his mom had taught him to always be a good boy when out. After all no one wants to be around a little boy who’s mean….or could get them in trouble.

“I’ll drive you home.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to cause you any trouble sir, I’ll be okay,” Jonathan said making his voice small.

"Oh, it wouldn’t be a problem at all,“ the man said, going around the truck and opening the side door for him, "It won’t be a bother at all. Now hop in.”

Jonathan looked around for a moment, the sound of June bugs singing away in the heat the only sound around him as he tried to hide his smile.

"Kid?“ the man said and Jonathan looked back up at him, looking unsure. "If you’re really sure,” he said as he started to climb into the passenger side seat.

"Of course I am,“ the man said before slamming the door shut.

Jonathan watched as the man walked around quickly and got into the driver’s seat and Jonathan saw his hand shaking as he tried to find the keyhole to start the car.

It took him a good few minutes before he finally started the truck and they peeled out of the parking lot at neck-breaking speed.

The door locked as they hit the road, driving far to fast.

"So what’s your name?” The man asked as they turned the corner and Jonathan felt as they hit the sidewalk and was sent flying forward where he had to catch himself on the armrest.

“Jonathan,�� he answered as they pulled up to a stoplight and he was surprised that the guy actually stopped.

"That’s a nice name Jonathan, I’m Ricky. It’s nice to meet you.“

"Um yeah, nice to meet you,” Jonathan said, “Don’t you want my address?”

"Ooooh it’s okay we can just ride around for a little bit, you know get to know each other, doesn’t that sound nice?“ Ricky asked moving his hand onto Jonathan’s knee patting it slowly.

"I-I would like that but you see my baby sister is at home alone and I can’t leave her there by herself.”

Jonathan saw how that caught his attention, his eyes filling with a light that reminded him of his mother when she was hungry, ready to eat everything on her plate in moments.

The truck slowed then to a normal speed, as Jonathan saw the gears turn in his head before he smiled, but it wasn’t the same one he had seen in the store. No, this one belonged to something..someone else.

"What’s your address?“ Ricky asked grabbing his phone from the cup holder and pulled up the GPS.

Jonathan told him it and the next thing he knew they were doing a u-turn that if Jonathan hadn’t once again grabbed onto the armrest he would have been sent through the window.

He watched as the world passed them in a blur, this was his second favorite part. When they thought they were going to get everything they ever wanted.

They drove for barely five minutes before they pulled up in front of his house. The old two-story building casted a long dark shadow over the truck.

"Is this it?” Ricky asked looking up at it, at its dark cobalt blue paint and white roofing, the shutters always closed so no light shown from its tall windows. The short grass dying in the heat turning an ugly yellow that always made Jonathan think of rotting teeth and the old willow tree looking as if it had seen better days.

“Yup,” Jonathan said and getting out as calmly as he could said, “Thanks for the ride.”

He turned to close the door but was stopped as he heard the driver’s side door open and close.

Jonathan looked up to see Ricky coming around to him.

“You know, I could really use some water. Do you mind if I come in with you?”

Oh how easy they made it.

“Of course,” Jonathan said closing the door as he gave the man a shy smile.

The man gave him one back as they both started up the drive. Jonathan took out the key he always wore around his neck on a chain and unlocked the door with a sharp snap.

The door swung open and Jonathan stepped in and let his bag fall to the hard wooden floor.

He didn’t turn around as he heard the front door being locked from behind him.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Jonathan asked dropping that shyness from his voice now.

“You shouldn’t be the one to ask questions little boy,” Ricky said dropping his own light tone to be replaced with a deeper voice filled with that sweet, sweet lust that to most people would be disgusting but to them, it tasted like candy.

Jonathan licked his dry lips as he heard the footsteps get closer and closer, felt the warmth of the hand reaching out to grab his neck. Closer….Closer…. He felt the older man’s fingertips brush his nape and before it closed to off his air Jonathan took off running up the stairs.

“You little shit! Get back here, ” Ricky called after him.

Jonathan let out a high childlike laugh as he heard footsteps chasing after him.

Oh, what a fun game tag was when you were the only one to be playing.

Jonathan looked back as he reached the hall, a grin spread across his face as his heart raced with excitement at the sight of the man’s angry face, red as a tomato…..or blood.

For a moment Jonathan wondered how many kids he had hurt, by the far too sweet small coming from him it was a lot. But he wouldn’t be getting away with it anymore, no not anymore. Oh, how his mom would enjoy the candy he had brought home today.

He let Ricky make it to the top step before he took off again. Jonathan ran making sure that Ricky was close behind, after all, he always liked to make them think they had a chance.

Jonathan turned into a room then and closed the door. He heard a thud as Ricky ran right into it and he couldn’t stop a delighted little giggle as the man cursed him as he banged on the door.

Jonathan locked the door as Ricky kicked it over and over, his anger filling the air, filling it with sugar, the same kind you would smell at the state fair when they were making cotton candy, simply heavier.

“I’m going to kill you! Do you know that! I’ll make you hurt before though. Then I’ll go after your sister and when mommy comes home she’ll find her little babies with their throats cut!”

"Well that doesn’t sound very fun,“ Jonathan said as he unlocked his door and stepped back as it flew open. "But if you want to make this game a little more fun go ahead.” Jonathan was about to dart by him but suddenly a hand wrapped around his small neck.

He let out a choked sound as the bigger man cut his air off. “You little bastard I’m going to make you hurt!”

Jonathan clawed at his hand with his smaller one, leaving red bloody marks but it didn’t stop Ricky from pulling out a pocket knife and snapping it open with a click.

“I’m going to cut you open,” he said running the blade down his cheek and Jonathan felt the coolness of his own blood running down his face to pool in his collarbone. “But not before I’ve had my fun with you.”

Jonathan felt the weight of something on his leg then and knew what it was.

Jonathan flicked his eyes up, a smile across his face even as his world started to fade at the edges.

"What are you smiling at!“ Ricky hissed.

"You’re going to taste so good,” Jonathan hissed back through his teeth.

"You’re crazy!“ Ricky shouted, "I don’t do crazy. I’ll just have to have my fun with your sister.”

He raised the knife, the tip ready to be plunged into his neck.

Jonathan closed his eyes ready for it.

But it never came.

He opened his eyes back up to see the knife inches above his skin. He looked up and saw the man’s eyes had gone wide with so many emotions it was hard to pin point just one. Pain, shock, surprise.

Blood started to slowly drip from his lips and on to Jonathan, warming his to cold skin.

“What are you doing?” Sophie asked as she ripped her long white nails out of his neck, spilling blood across the white carpet.

"Sophie!“ Jonathan said pushing the hand with the knife away as the man who had just been Ricky fell to the floor choking on his last breaths as he covered the gaping wound, but that wouldn’t help him now.

"I wasn’t done playing yet!”

“You know mommy doesn’t like it when you play with the food,” Sophie said in all her seven-year-old knowing.

"She’s the one who asked me to go to the store, she didn’t say I couldn’t have a little fun first.“

Sophie rolled her eyes, "Whatever, but you should clean up your cheek at least. Your bleeding everywhere.”

“Your bleeding everywhere,” Jonathan repeated in a mocking tone as he wiped at his cheek, his black blood cool as he wiped it on his t-shirt as Sophie licked her fingertips clean of the ruby-red blood.

"He tastes good at least,“ Sophie said happily as if she had just had a bite of the best chocolate ever.

"What in, goodness name happened here!”

Jonathan and Sophie looked up to see their mom looking at them with a raised eyebrow. Her perfect blonde hair was still styled hair high atop her head and, her black paint suit clean and crisp as if she hadn’t worn it all day long.

“Sorry Mom, I was just having some fun,” Jonathan said looking down knowing her disappointed look from when he didn’t do his homework on time.

Their mom let out a tired sigh but smiled all the same as she came into the room and looked down at the man. “It’s okay, but next time don’t play with your food my dare and make a mess. After all, it’s a waste of a perfectly good dessert."by @samantha-evergreen

#horror #halloween #autumn #story

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sheithfictioncatalogue · 5 years

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Hey guys!! Thanks again for all your hard work, I read through all the Harry Potter fics and Gods/Goddesses. Do you guys have any more? Preferably complete :)

There were actually a fair bit more new additions to both tags than I had anticipated, so, here’s some completed ones for you!

Harry Potter:

In Plain Sight - akaparalian

11k. (General) Contains: harm to animals

After the war with Voldemort, Keith Kogane struggles with putting the fight behind him, and spends much of his time in his Animagus form – a small black cat – wandering the streets of London. It’s easier to spend time in that form than worry about the fact that he doesn’t have Hogwarts to fall back on anymore, that many of his friends and classmates are dead, and that his only support system is a group of unregistered Animagi who aren’t exactly on great terms with the Ministry.

After his own war, Takashi Shirogane moves to London and meets a very strange cat.

The Sound of Victory - psyraah @shiroganedefencesquad

1k. (General)

That night, Shiro wins more than just the House Cup.

my heart like a warning siren - ourviolentends

8k. (General)

They meet in Keith’s fifth year and Shiro’s sixth under the warm sun of a Saturday Quidditch match.

As always, it goes from there.

And of course he notices the way Shirogane flies around the Hufflepuff posts with dexterity not common in a Chaser, much less a Keeper. Of course he notices his smile and the way he seems to read the other team’s plays before they even get into formation, how he gets the Quaffle back every time. How could he not notice the best player in the field?

Lance says he’s got a crush. Keith says he just has eyes.

champion of my heart - LuciferCaelestis @lucifercaelestis

15k. (Teen)

The course of true love never did run smooth…Especially when you’re unwillingly signed up for the Triwizard Tournament, forced to compete in several deadly tasks and your main competition is the guy you’re in love with.

Keith’s life is hard.

Of Mistletoe and Love-struck Woes - restlessandordinary @restless-red-lion

3k. (Teen)

Keith’s learned to live with his feelings for Shiro, however complicated they may be. He pushes them down deep so he can be the friend Shiro deserves. But those feelings become much harder to hide when enchanted mistletoe begin to pop up all over the castle; or at least where ever Keith seems to be. And why must it always be Shiro he’s stuck with? Turns out, third time’s a charm.

his wonderful boy - rmaowl

1k. (Teen)

Keith, headstrong Gryffindor through and through, tired.

Lune - Astrals (Evoxine) @gusajeu

9k. (Teen)

For Christmas this year, Keith finally musters up the courage to give a very special present to a very special someone.

Here for the Holidays - asingularblueberry @asingularblueberry

2k. (General)

Shiro’s all alone at Hogwarts for Christmas break. Or is he?

The Hug(s) TM - alisayamin (sh_04e) @alisayamin

5k. (Teen) Contains: kidnapping

“What did Keith do this time?”

Without looking up from her book, Pidge said, “He almost hexed James.”

Lance raised an eyebrow. “And Shiro’s solution is to what? Hug it out of him?”

“Best solution so far,” Hunk proudly stated.

Lance cocked his head. “Does this mean we have to hug him every time he wants to hex someone?”

Keith glared at him. “Hug me and find out what happens.”

“Shhhhh” Shiro hushed him as he continued hugging Keith and rocking them. Keith’s glare immediately softened.

“Wow, it actually works.” Lance stared at them in awe.

Soar (Into My Heart) - GoldenTruth813 @teamtakashi / @goldentruth813

8k. (Teen)

A story in which Shiro and Keith play Seekers Games. Keith never catches the snitch but somehow he still feels like he’s winning.

The sun is particularly bright for September, and it glints off Shiro’s Head Boy badge as Shiro wraps his Hufflepuff scarf more securely around his neck. Warmth prickles at Keith’s face as Shiro smiles, and Keith feels his walls slipping already.

Shiro’s cheeks are pink from the chill in the air, his lips wind-chapped and his hair a disaster. He looks ruffled and happy in a way that makes Keith’s chest ache. Sometimes Keith finds Shiro so attractive it actually makes him mad. No one person has the right to be all the things Shiro is—handsome, kind, smart, talented, giving—it’s not fair to the rest of the world. It’s not fair to Keith.

Gods/Goddesses:

seed for seed - ailurea

8k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content

The harvest god Kogane requires an offering of seed—and not the kind that you plant.

Shiro is more than willing to provide.

Love Song From a Dead God to His Beloved - QueenofCheese (Supertights)

3k. (Mature) Contains: nsfw content

Two goddesses find each other again at a truck stop diner. One was once Takashi Shirogane. The other was Keith Kogane. Now they sit opposite each other as Styx and Artemis. A Wicked + Divine AU.

Cupid’s Match - ElfGrove @elfgrove

4k. (Teen) Contains: implied nsfw content

Shiro has been Cupid for a long time, he loves his work. Loves helping people find thier match. Until Keith. Keith is Shiro's next target, but Shiro is immediately drawn to him and disguises himself as a human to woo him. He knows it's wrong; Keith's fated match is out there somewhere. He was supposed to fall for someone else.

What Shiro doesn't know is that he is Keith's fated match.

to the last, you and i - spectrespecs @exitlude

23k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content

Shiro is a god of love, spending his time on Earth writing erotica while resenting the whole god thing. Keith runs a bookstore in the East Village and has an extremely thorough knowledge of the New York Times Best Sellers List. Omniscient Starbucks orders, dates with chicken nuggets, and a mishap with Shiro's powers ensue, and sometimes Shiro needs to get by with a little help from his immortal friends.

Merlot - cryingcryptid (tatterwitch)

4k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content, trans Keith

Keith wants nothing more than to call for the check and have Shiro whisk them back to the Underworld so he can taste that little smile. He wonders if Shiro would taste like the wine that stains his mouth.

Shiro glances up then, brow furrowing a little at the intensity of Keith’s gaze. The color blooming over his cheeks deepens and Keith wants to chase it with his fingertips.

“What?”

Keith sits back, making a show of trailing a finger around the rim of his wineglass.

“Nothing. Just thinking about….” He lets his eyes roam over Shiro lingeringly. Over the neat sweep of his hair into a long tail. Over the broad planes of his shoulders and chest. Over the crisp lines of his tailored suit. Over strong hands and blunt fingers. “Dessert.”

Red wine shivers within its glass as Shiro’s elbow knocks into the table. He gasps, silvery eyes darkening into something smokier.

Keith flicks just the very tip of his tongue against the rim of his wineglass as he sips around a smirk.

I’ll Stay By Your Side Forever - Angelicat2 @iamstuckinfandom

1k. (General)

Shiro wants to stay by Keith's side. Keith suggests making it forever.

“Keith,” it came out of his throat as a whine as Shiro hold him even closer.

“I love you,” Keith breathed out, and Shiro’s mind froze, “You’re my everything, and I can’t lose you...Shiro...Takashi…”

“Keith,” Shiro let out a low sigh as he gently grabbed the agitated man’s face with his flesh and metal hands, “Shhhh...I love you too.”

He brushed the tears starting to run down the boy’s face, “I’ll do it. It’s okay. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I just want to make sure that is what you want too. Not because of me or any pressure or anything.”

Tribute - tatterwitch

2k. (Mature) Contains: major character undeath

The sacrifices of goats and cows aren't enough. They don't sate him like battle and such does. He's hungry. He's a fine god to have on your side in times of war but in times of peace, he's.....Famished.And Shiro's people know, as soon as the night starts taking people, that the Tribute must be made

-Alex

#hufflepuffdaughterofapollo #sheith #sheith fanfic #sheith fanfiction #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron fanfic #fic rec #recs #godsgoddesses #harrypotter #hogwartsau #harrypotterau #transgender #transkeith

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Roommates in Disguise - Chapter 9

My last chapter! @fallen-angel-nightshade has the final chapter tomorrow!

Thank you so much to @whyamistillhungry for beta and @mybluelionlancylance for the outstanding art. You guys both really motivated us and we can’t thank you enough!

Read the chapter on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19901668/chapters/47478652

~~~~~

“I think I’d like to go on a date.”

The words ran through his head when he woke, when he showered, during breakfast, and as he sat at work twirling a pencil; the word document open on his computer remaining untouched.

“Are you working on the Founder’s Day Parade article?”

Lance sighed, calm delight filling his mind. “Yeah,” he answered dreamily.

“Coran wants that on his desk today, you know.”

“It’ll be there,” Lance replied in his haze. He tapped the eraser on his keyboard. K. A. T. --

“... the press is under attack from the Green Starling.”

Lance hummed. I. E. “That’s nice.”

“She’s got Katie hostage.”

Lance dropped his pencil. Blood rushed to his head as he stood in a flurry. He’d promised to keep her safe!

A hand with familiar fingerless gloves nabbed him by the arm. Warmth returned to his gut, quelling his icy powers - for now. There was no attack.

“What is going on with you?” Keith asked. “You’re acting even weirder than normal.”

Lance clenched his teeth and licked his parched lips. There was so much to it between his near breakthrough with Pidge and his relationship with Katie - how life was going right for once. “You wouldn’t understand,” he settled with.

He grabbed his thermos and walked past Keith to the drinking fountain, not caring that their shoulders collided.

“What do you really want?” Lance asked with a growl when Keith doesn’t leave him alone to fill his mug.

“Is that Katie Holt you’re thinking about?”

Unprompted jealousy filled his chest as he spun to face his rival intern. “What do you know about Katie?” he demanded. He gasped before his peer could respond, memory returning to him. Pointing a finger at Keith, he said, “You like her! I saw you watching her at Cafe Altea that day!”

Keith grit his teeth. “I was making sure Lotor didn’t take advantage of you - protecting you.” He sighed, frustration leaving his posture. “She’s been in the school paper - the Green Starling taking over her house was big news. I wrote the article.”

Lance bristled, something about the casualness in which Keith spoke of the incident rubbed him the wrong way. “Katie and I are going on date, if you must know.”

He couldn’t always get a surprised reaction out of Keith, so Lance relished in this one, grinning smugly as Keith gaped. “Um... congratulations. You’re… you two are okay with that?”

“Of course we are!” Lance exclaimed. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Because…” Keith stops himself, steeling his gaze. “Nothing.”

And he began to walk away.

Lance had the worst feeling that he was missing something very important. While he and Keith butted heads often, Lance begrudgingly acknowledged he wasn’t a bad person by any stretch of the imagination. “W-wait! What do you mean?”

“Forget it, Lance! Just…” Keith turns around, an odd look of... sympathy on his face. “Just be careful, okay? I’ve been doing some Galra Corp stories and there’s some weird stuff going on. Stay away from them if you don’t want to get burned.”

Keith disappeared into the break room, leaving Lance standing dumbstruck. “What the quiznak?”

“They have you all fooled!”

~~~~~

All thoughts of Keith and their mysterious conversation was out of Lance’s mind by the time he left work that day. His heart thumped swiftly and there was nothing that could wipe the giddy smile off his face or quell the flutter in his chest - there was so much to do before tonight!

Dinner would be candle-lit with spaghetti, meatballs, and garlic knots. Then an evening full of Killbot Melee and he’d tap it off with the biggest surprise of all; stargazing.

There’s a beautiful high-end telescope in the closet of his bedroom, covered up with a sheet with dust on top of it. Lance doesn’t know when it was last used, but from the wear it looks as if it was well-loved. For weeks he’d been thinking about cleaning it off and putting it to use. It stirred up childhood dreams of becoming an astronaut. Using his powers to go fast was fun, but there was a nostalgic beauty to spacecraft; to pilot a machine to its full potential above the atmosphere and take in the majesty of space.

Lance loved space. Katie’s eyes would light up whenever the stars wove into conversation. They could look at the details of the moon, make up their own constellations - talk about the great deeds of the heroes who they represented.

He’d talk about the crafts and the missions; Katie would talk about orbits and black holes and the latest theory.

The genuine smile on her face and the light in her eyes… Lance could listen to her talk forever.

And maybe, just maybe, if this worked out - and continued to work out, he dared to think - he would.

Groceries first, loverboy.

Basket in hand he made his way through the aisles. It was nice to see the place cleaned up so quickly after he and Pidge trashed it in their fight.

He found the fresh oregano and garlic against the newly built wall. The scent of wood behind the mortar was still fresh. An unpleasant knot filled his stomach; he still hadn’t come to any definite conclusions over his newest power - it was almost if… as if he had a berserk mode.

Lance placed the items in his basket and walked away as quickly as he could. Later. He could worry about his own problems later. Katie came first today. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t do that?

Grabbing ripe tomatoes on his way out of the produce section - because surely making the sauce from scratch would impress her, he’d have to thank Hunk for the recipe later - he strode over to the pasta aisle. Pausing with his hand over the traditional noodles, he spots the package further down - angel hair pasta.

Lance grinned. That was far more romantic - he could think of at least ten flirtatious lines with simply the name of the pasta as a jumping point.

Neatly and lovingly arranged bouquets were on display at the floral section. Lance selected a small one featuring a beautiful mix of a variety of flowers.

Everything was going perfectly.

~~~~~

There was a note waiting for him on the counter when he arrived home. He unloaded the ground beef from his bag as he read:

In and out for a school project. I’ve got laundry going - food at seven? Call my cell if I’m not upstairs by then. - Katie

As if on cue, the washer beeps to signal it finished with the current load.

Perfect. The only thing that could ruin this night would be a visit from Pidge. Worry passed quickly. He’d had pretty good luck with Pdge leaving the city alone when he and Katie did things together. As long as he didn’t say it out loud and jinx himself, he saw no reason why the trend wouldn’t continue.

He opened the linen closet and squatted, using a discriminant eye to look for the table cloths. Fingering through a stack of them, a white one colored with red flowers caught his eye. The petals are large and sweeping, as if someone took a paintbrush and simply took a few strokes. The flowers with thin green stems seem to float on the cloth, like they’re raining down on him - on Katie.

This is the one.

Lance unfurled the cloth and with a flourish he let it land delicately on the dining room table. He ran his hand along the surface quickly, doing his best to straighten out the creases.

Maybe he should tell her tonight, about being Icebound. He really should. They were good friends, of that Lance was confident. She deserved him to be upfront with her and he trusted she would keep his secret.

He paused mid-rub of a particularly infuriating fold. A sickening feeling began to churn in his stomach.

Yet… when the thought crossed his mind, when he imagined what she might say in response to his confession, he couldn’t help but see a more insidious smirk on her face. In his mind it's a good, reasonable idea - dating wasn’t a time to keep secrets - but his gut… his gut screamed not to say anything about it.

But his heart was tickled with the idea of having someone to share his hero exploits with. He liked the idea of it being Katie. They already talked about everything else, why not this?

Really, it would be easier to coordinate the search for her family this way.

He continued his preparations. Plates, silverware, candles, napkins - paper towels, but he folded them nicely - and then with great care, the small bouquet at the center, are all arranged neatly on the table.

Lance stepped lightly; this was fun. The anticipation of seeing Katie’s face at his over-the-top display was just one more thing to look forward to.

His heart pounded and his cheeks warmed as he worked. He was genuinely looking forward to tonight.

The laundry beeped done again. Lance rolled his eyes. Katie must be really wrapped up in her project. He dug his phone out of his pocket and sent her a quick text:

Laundry’s done. You called it, you got it. (I promise the reward is worth it *wink emoji*)

There was no need to start cooking for another hour or so, the food would get cold otherwise. Lance set the phone down on the counter. He grabbed the saucepan from the cabinets and the boiling pot for the noodles, setting them both near the stove.

With all the materials he needed for cooking set out and ready, Lance moved on to what he hoped would be the perfect cap to the evening. If Katie was working so hard, she’d probably enjoy a nice bath. He’d prepare one for her, then let her soak away her worries before bed. She wouldn’t be able to refuse the gesture if the tub was already full with hot water and bubbles and scented candles.

He couldn’t count the times he pined for a hot shower to ease his sore muscles - he missed hot water so much.

Lance scrubbed and rinsed and scrubbed again before declaring the tub clean. He plugged in an air freshener and a beachy smell began to fill the air. The pink bottle full of bath bubble liquid was set on the lip of the tub, ready for later use.

The living room got the full treatment - vacuuming, dusting, air freshener. He even polished the wooden end tables, giving the area a fresh pine scent.

Lance stretched, arching his aching back. Just cooking was left.

His phone flashed red from its spot on the counter. “What the…” It had never done that before that he could remember. Eyebrow raised, he paused his date preparation to investigate.

It wasn’t coming from the screen. He had no messages of any kind, not even an acknowledgement from Katie of the text he sent to her (that was no surprise). He turned it around in his hands, searching, until he found the flash coming from the battery case.

He flipped it open.

Immediately, a microbot scurried out of it - itself blinking red. Lance gasped and dropped the phone to the floor. His heart trembled with fear as he backed as far away from it as he could, eventually stopped by the back of the couch.

The nanobot disappeared but Lance continued to shake. He slid down the back of the couch, giving in to weak knees.

That was one of Pidge’s bots. He’d recognize the difference between her and Katie’s anywhere.

Pidge really had been keeping tabs on him this whole time. Through his phone.

A small part of him worried she knew. Why hadn’t she acted on it? Up until now he had no idea about the phone and she’d told him explicitly about monitoring the house. Surely she’d have said something, gloated, held his identity hostage over his head.

Muscles relax and breathing became easier. Maybe she doesn’t know.

Maybe she does and was toying with him.

He couldn’t let her know that he knew that she was tracking him.

Lance buried his face in his knees, letting out a frustrated groan. If he was going to make that breakthrough with Pidge he needed to do it soon. He was running out of time. Pidge was always one step ahead of him and soon… he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop her, couldn’t do anything to protect others.

He’d be a prisoner in his own mind, held hostage by her threats.

A problem for tomorrow’s Lance. Today’s Lance was saving the evening for Katie.

It was time to look the part.

With renewed determination, he stalked to his bedroom and threw open the closet door. His wardrobe had grown over the time he’d been here - but this created a new problem.

What should he wear?

Work clothes were out of the question. He wanted to feel like he could have fun. Lance removed the hanger of his Gameflux t-shirt. He smiled as quickly as he frowned as he put it back on the rack; Katie loved this one, but he wanted something a little nicer, something dressy-casual.

Lance growled, teeth grinding. “Fine,” he said with a huff. “Compromise time. Saturday we are doing some serious shopping.”

His dark jeans are worn, one of the few pieces of clothing left over from before the apartment fire. The collared blue sweater was almost too stark of a contrast, but Katie wouldn’t care what he wore. This was for him.

Lance adjusted the collar, looking himself over in the body-length mirror. For the first time since his family passed away, he winked and flashed a flirtatious smile at himself. It felt good. It felt right.

It felt like himself.

“You’re going to kill it today, Lance,” he told mirror-him. “You finally found someone in town who can stand your dumb, gorgeous face.”

He meant it, but deep down, something uncomfortable rested in his gut. Lance took a deep breath. The microbot had set him on edge. Everything was going to be fine.

To top it off, he spotted himself with cheaper cologne than he liked. After he became a junior reporter the first thing he’d get for himself would be the brand he liked.

The buzzer beeped on the washing machine. Hadn’t Katie taken her things out yet? Well, she had said she was in and out.

Tonight was for her. The least he could do was take care of laundry. It wasn’t like loading the dryer was hard.

He trudged down the stairs, steps not as light as earlier. The pit of worry that Pidge knew his identity continued to eat away at him. With each stair, a sense of foreboding grew, as if he was walking into a trap.

He walked past Katie’s workshop - the one she’d taken back from Pidge all those months ago. The chair he’d once been captive in was still there, but the laser and other villainous machines are gone. A shiver wound its way up his arms. Lance doesn’t mind the cold, but crossed his arms and rubbed them regardless. This chill felt different.

The dryer was empty, the wash long done. Katie must be out.

Lance sifted through the load, mostly Katie’s stuff, and threw it in the dryer. The mundane chore let him breathe, at ease with the familiarity.

Until he grabbed it.

Long and twisted tightly around the dispenser, it wasn’t a towel. Thick and dark he lifted it out, curious. It was longer than a towel, like a coat. Why would Katie need a coat in summer?

Green accents around the collar and cuffs made him freeze. He couldn’t breathe.

“I hate Galra Corp for taking my family from me.”

“Ms. Berry was right for yelling at you for those heroics.”

“I know what it's like to be alone and no one deserves that. Even heroes.”

“Well, say... hypothetically, if someone wanted to steal a bunch of chemicals, when would the best time this week to do it?”

“Genius doesn’t allow for plans!”

“I had a chance to find my brother today - you ruined it!”

“I… have something to tell you, Lance. I haven’t been honest with you and you deserve to know.”

Katie was washing Pidge’s coat.

Katie’s coat.

Dread filled him as he dropped to his knees, mind broken considering everything in a new light. Katie was never in danger.

He… never really escaped that day.

A door opened. Tears blurred his vision, but he knew there was no visible door there in the wall. It only made his heart shatter even more as Katie walked out of the hidden room wearing Pidge’s goggles on her forehead.

Her eyes grow the size of saucers. “Lance! What are you doing down here? I told you I’d get the laundry and --”

She cut herself off when Lance stood and raised the coat to where she could see it.

“Why?” he choked out. There was so much he wanted to ask, wanted to scream. He doesn’t trust himself to say anything more.

He could see it now. The fear in her eyes when he destroyed the flash drive - he felt sick, he destroyed the key to finding her brother - it’s the same. All he could see now was Pidge’s expressions on Katie’s face.

Because they were the same person.

“I… I can explain, Lance,” she started. “I was going to tell you tonight, I swear.”

But he didn’t give her a chance, anger rose to a boiling point. Lance doesn’t care that it comes at odds with his ice powers, making him even more queasy, he’s mad and terrified. He’s been living with his arch nemesis and falling in love with her.

“Is that why you wondered if we could have a proper date? So you could gloat?” The accusations come faster than he could think. “Was that part of the plan too? Get me to lower my guard first?”

“I like all of you, Lance.”

Because quiznak he had been ready to do that.

Katie - Pidge - swallowed thickly. “No - not anymore. I --”

Lance let the coat drop to the floor. It lands with a heavy flop, cutting her off. “I trusted you,” he said, voice trembling.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Pidge said hastily.

She took a step forward and he found himself taking a step back, tense. “You - you destroyed my apartment so that I had to live here.” He took another step back, resting a shaky hand on a table;

“I didn’t know the lab was there. I just tried to... it wasn’t a meth lab, it was--” She took a deep breath. “Look, Lance, you’re not in danger here. I promise.”

Something in his brain snaps. “How do I know you’re not lying like you have been this entire time?” he exploded. He clenched his fists, unable to look her way. “Was anything about… us, real?”

“Of course it was!” she said quickly, stepping forward again. Lance couldn’t help it, despite her words he backpedels a few steps towards the stairs. “I like you a lot, Lance. I treasured every moment, from the day we went to the arcade to all the nights we just hang out and goof off. I’ve never felt more like myself since my family disappeared.”

A tinge of empathy twisted in his heart, but the hurt was too overwhelming. “Even though you’ve been hiding who you are?” Lance accused like a hypocrite.

His heart stopped as her eyes turned hard, glinting with danger - a familiar Pidge expression. “And see where that got me,” she said, gesturing around them. Her face softened. “Please, Lance, I’m so sorry. I just need a chance to explain.”

“Explain what you want from me?” he hissed. “I’ve been the perfect captive for you.”

“You’re not,” she said firmly.

Her words do nothing to calm him. “So you’d let me just walk out of here, take my things and go?”

Pidge sucked in a breath. Her eyes shone, as if his words actually hurt her. “That’s - that’s not the best idea,” she said. “You’re in legitimate danger - you’re a lot safer here.”

“Oh am I?” Lance spit. “With your death ray? What’s more dangerous than you threatening to kill me?”

“Haxus is after you! He’s been reporting to Galra Corp on your every movement!”

Lance rolled his eyes. He couldn’t do this anymore. Looking at her, remembering all the good times they’ve had in this house - each one like a million painful pinpricks on his heart - he doesn’t want to remember. He took a few deep breaths before saying, “I’m leaving.”

Pidge jogged forward, arm out to reach for him. “Lance. I’m serious.”

He turned and climbed the first few stairs.

“You promised you’d help me find my family!”

Lance stopped. He had promised.

But that was before he knew she was Pidge. He couldn’t help her anymore.

I’m sorry, Mama, he thought. He’d tried to listen, but this knowledge of betrayal, her long term plan...

A hand wraps around his forearm. “Please.”

Cool mist formed around his skin, concentrated where Pidge held him until she removed her hand. In its place, icy armor that quickly ran up his whole arm. He squeezed the banister with his other hand; why not reveal himself? It wasn’t as if it mattered anymore.

“I’m sorry I destroyed the flash drive,” he said quietly. He owed her that much.

“I forgive you,” she said quickly - a little too quickly, as if she’d already had time to think over it. “I should have done this a lot sooner. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be this close and --”

A knot twists in his stomach as he turned to face her. A mournful tone escaped his lips. “How long have you known?”

“... Since after the supermarket fight,” she said. There’s no lie in her voice, he believed her despite all of this. “I should have told you. I’m sorry.”

“I…” Tears threatened to overwhelm him, his chest tight.

“Please don’t go,” she begged. “They’re looking for you - I think they know. They’re looking for everyone who survived the accident.”

“Then let them find me,” he blurted out angrily. “At least they haven’t lied to me.” His legs move him up the stairs. He doesn’t stop.

“Lance, stop!”

He doesn’t.

“They are lying to you! They aren’t after you for your benefit! Lance!”

He opened the door to the ground level.

“House! Initiate Protocol Six!”

Lance ran. He just wanted to sit down and cry. Instead, he shot ice shards into small drones that launch sticky webbing at his feet and all over his body. He shattered the large mechanical arms that attempted to restrain him. So much for being free to go.

Even when he managed to exit the house he kept running. He’d lost a home before, but this hurt a thousand times more than losing the apartment.

He’d lost a friend. He’d trusted her and she’d used him. How badly he wanted to believe her apology. That’s what he’d wanted from Pidge wasn’t it? An apology and understanding? To work with her instead of against her? To bring out the good heart beneath?

“No matter what happens, I want you to know that.”

But what she’d done to him hurt far more than any physical wound she’d ever inflicted upon him. He wasn’t ready to forgive yet. He wasn’t sure he could.

Lance was unsure for how long he ran, or how far from the house he’d ended up. He only knew how tired he was as he collapsed into an alleyway. After regaining his strength he could go… somewhere… Ms. Berry had said he was welcome at her niece’s home. Perhaps he’d go there.

The air was the perfect temperature, which meant it was chilly for everyone else. A raindrop fell on his nose.

It was just one of those times the weather was going to reflect his mood. “Great, as if things couldn’t get any worse,” he groaned, sniffing deeply.

He wanted things to go back to the way they were; no powers, no super villains, his family still alive.

He missed his mom so much.

Something pricked him in the back of the neck, perking his senses. It was too big to be a bug. Lance reached around to grab it - and came away with a dart in his hand.

His heart leapt into his throat and he swallowed deeply, closing his eyes in despair. Had Pidge followed him so quickly? He slumped against the wall of the alleyway. Maybe that wasn’t so bad; she’d find him no matter where he went. He only wished he had more time to compose himself. He wasn’t ready to face her again so soon.

Sleep suddenly seemed like an amazing idea. His body doesn’t protest.

~~~~~

Unfamiliar machinery hummed loudly, consistently, rousing Lance to wake.

The floor he lay on was comfortably cool, but could stand to use some cushioning. His eyes fluttered open to a curved grey ceiling - glass in his peripheral vision. Mind groggy, he groaned and flipped over to lay on his side. He faced a large window, floor to ceiling. He expected to see Pidge, dressed as Katie - resigned in his fear she’d show her villainous hand despite her earlier apologies.

On the other side - was not Pidge’s lab.

Lance scrambled to sit up, heart racing in panic. He was in some sort of containment, wide enough he could lay down and stretch his arms and legs.

There was no discernible door.

Past the glass, a laboratory. Tables are full of scientific equipment he doesn’t recognize, but he knew the grey and magenta tinted walls - though he hadn’t seen them since…

Since the fateful day he was chosen to deliver lunch to an employee at Galra Corp. The day the lab exploded as he was just about to walk out the door. The day he got his powers.

Why was he here?

The door to the lab opened. First to enter was Haxus, who threw him an evil grin before holding the door open respectfully for a scientist, followed by Sendak, the chief security officer.

A sense of wrongness intensified in his gut.

“Hey!” he yelled, standing and pounding a fist against the glass. “Let me out of here! I’m one of the good guys!”

The door slammed shut behind Sendak with a troubling sense of finality.

The scientist approached, grabbing a tablet off a table and powering it up. “Mr. McClain, it’s good to finally meet you face to face. You’re a rather difficult man to find.”

She sounded more like a James Bond villain than the bright smiles and cheerful disposition Galra scientists were portrayed having on the television commercials.

Confusion set in. “I don’t understand,” he said. “I’m not hiding --”

Bright lights turn on inside the chamber, glowing reds and oranges. The temperature rose and Lance dropped to the floor - they’re heat lamps. It became hotter by the second and he couldn’t breathe --

“Subject is severely weakened to heat. Eighty-five degrees Fahrenheit brings him to his knees, ninety causes difficulty of breath,” the scientist said calmly. “Reducing temperature to sixty degrees.”

Lance collapsed as the heat lamps clicked off and blessedly cool mist rushed over his body.

“I am Honerva,” the scientist told him. “I will be leading the study of how the Oriande serum has affected your body.”

“I think they know!”

Lance rose to his hands and knees, mind still spinning from the expose to the heat - heat someone with his age and health should have been able to handle with no problem, but rendered him helpless.

“I - I’ve done nothing but help you!” he cried. “I’ve tried to protect your buildings and employees!”

“And your help is very much appreciated,” Honerva told him coolly, not even bothering to look up from her tablet.

Lance looked past her, where Haxus leaned against the door, a smug smile on his face - as if he were enjoying watching Lance suffer - and he probably was - and as if there was more of a show to come.

“We have been searching very hard for your civilian identity,” Honerva continued. “Takashi Shirogane was the only employee known to be in the vicinity at the time of explosion, however, there are three vigilantes running around the city with powers. You can imagine our perplexion.”

Flame Dude and Sky Guy, Lance realized quickly. PhoenixFire and Arashi, their actual hero names flashed across his memory. One of them was Shiro (no way he was Flame Dude, Shiro was too awesome to be annoying like that). This is why neither of them had helped him in defending the city. His stomach churned uncomfortably. They knew Galra Corp was after them - Shiro had known they were in danger.

Why hadn’t they ever told him?

“We will find the other two in time. For now, it gives me the opportunity to focus on you.”

Lance hadn’t felt truly cold in ages, but her tone sent a chill down his spine.

“I’m - I’m not a lab rat!” he protested. If that first test was any indication, the rats probably received better care.

He’d have been better off with Pidge. Pidge who had tried to warn him - tried to protect him - and he hadn’t been able to see past his broken heart and anger to consider the sincerity in her words.

He’d screwed up big time and was paying the price.

Honerva smiled at him, unkindly. “Thanks to your convenient survival, I will eventually re-engineer the correct combination of chemicals that resulted in your reception of ice powers.”

“Why are you doing this?” he asked desperately. None of this made sense! “I’ve never done anything to do guys!”

Haxus snorted gleefully from his spot by the wall. “Except for having a hero complex.”

“Silence,” Sendak growled, banging his gigantic metal arm against the wall. The sound reverberated throughout the room, the force making his prison wobble. Haxus stood at attention.

Honerva sighed, perturbed. “Your services in preventing Ms. Holt from discovering this place will be taken into account.” She stepped up to the glass wall, towering over Lance as his heart raced despite resting on the floor. She placed a palm gently on the glass. “Do not be afraid,” she told him. “Because of you, President Zarkon will soon have powers of his own.”

“Wait,” Lance said. He doesn’t like the picture this new information painted. He’s sick to his stomach. “Why does President Zarkon want superpowers? He’s already the richest person in the city.”

Honerva tched. “Not everyone can be bought with wealth, Mr. McClain. If President Zarkon is to rule the world, he must have the ability to act.”

Lance chuckled. This situation was far from funny, he knew that; he could very well die.

Honerva frowned. “A curious response.” She keyed in the information to her tablet. “Hysteria may be a possible side effect of the current Oriande Serum.”

He snorted and doubled over in laughter.

Sendak hit the chamber, sending it rocking. “What’s so funny, brat?”

Lance laughed, eyes full of tears. “You guys,” he said, “are hilarious.”

The way they looked at each other in confusion made it even funnier.

“Here I thought you were the good guys,” Lance explained through his laughter. “And I thought Pidge was the bad guy, but it's the opposite,” he howled, crossing his arms pointing left with his right hand and right with his left.

“I got totally duped,” he threw his hands in the air, “and now it’s like a legit superhero movie and I am in serious trouble.”

He couldn’t stop laughing. This kind of stuff only happened in fiction and here he was smack dab in the middle of a conspiracy and he was definitely going to die if he couldn’t escape.

Honerva let loose a deep sigh. “Sendak, begin the extraction procedure. I want a sample to work with before I run more tests on the boy.”

“Of course.”

A split second later Lance was hit with a prick that felt an awful lot like the tranquilizer earlier.

Tears of laughter turned into tears of sorrow. Pidge had been right; she’d changed without him realizing and he shut her out of his life because he let fear and anger consume him.

No one was coming for him.

#plance #pidgance #voltron legendary defender #vld fanfic #vld lance #vld pidge #rueitae #my writing #i have been waiting so long to share this chapter it isn't even funy #i hope i did it justice

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Medieval maitlands part 4

Back again

And this main story is almost over! We dont know how many parts left but this is the main conflict soooo its all happiness from here.

This is probably our longest chapter so far but its been my favorite to write because of all the research i had to do.

That being said, some can totally be false and i apologize to any jousting experts.

Once again this au was created by me and @blind-band-geek

It was the day of the tournament. Barbara's house crowd was small in comparison to the others but she took the time to look for Adam in the stands, growing increasingly worried when she didn't see him.

He promised. He has to be here.

Yet no matter how much she searched, he couldn't be found. She grabbed her helmet, adorned with the green color that her and Adam had talked about the previous time they met.

Adam, dressed fully in his blue knight gear, was standing near Barbara. He saw her panicking but assumed it was from nerves, and as much as it hurt he stood still, trying not to blow his cover.

Barbara took one last glance at the booth before her coach called her over. She let out a shaky sigh as she stormed off.

"Time to ride Blue" The Horse Boy next to Adam called out while leading his horse to him.

Barbara, with her coach, also mounted her steed. And it was almost as if the horse could sense the sadness radiating from her.

If he lied about showing up, did he lie about everything?

Barbara shook her head to try and get rid of the feelings. She had to go joust, and win for the houses honor. No time for feelings.

"Head on out to the field my student." The coach said leading the horse out to the tournament, "the house of Aubellon is cheering for you."

All but Adam

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Barbara was now on the field, down the line was the Adam, completely unrecognizable to her eye for she only knew him as her competitor.

The crowd roared as both approached, Barb lightly tapped her metal heel onto the horse to signal it to stop when she reached her sector. She watched as the blue helm did the same, simultaneously they both held out their hands and received their first lance and shield.

After a moment of adjusting, the two lovers were ready to face off.

Barbara glanced once more over at the Aubellon booth through the small slits of her green helm.

Still no Adam in the stands.

Her eyes shifted back to the list as the hand raised and signalled the start of the run. Barbara's and Adam's horses barreled down the line, She watched at the blue helm came close and dropped reign on the horse to hold her shield and strike her lance.

As she moved her hand towards him she saw the slight glimpse of the lances barely missing the tips. He's hit shield and split in half while his remained in tact.

"5 points to Aubellon House!" The judge yelled out. Barbara cheered as she repositioned herself at the end of the line.

The next two rounds passed smoothly, pointed gained on both sides by splitting but due to a misalignment of the lance Barb had lost 5 of her points. Meaning that both Adam and Barbara had 5 points.

The final round was upon them. They adjusted themselves and grabbed hold of their lances and shields.

The hand raised in the air and both horses took off. Although focused, Barbara's mind couldn't help but begin to wonder why Adam never showed. It put her defense down momentarily, causing her to miss the Blue Helm dropping his lance on the ground.

She quickly snapped back and aimed her lance, ready to strike when she heard Adams voice, it felt close.

"Barbara! Rule seven!" His voice yelled. Barbara immediately skid her horse to a halt and held her lance above her head.

She looked over to the stands in a hopefulness, ready to see Adam with a smile on his face as he aided her with the rules.

But he wasn't there.

It must've been my mind Barbara thought as she turned her horse around.

"Due to the fallen lance we will rerun the final course!" The judge yelled.

Barbara felt frustration rise within her. The hand raised once more and they charged.

Barbara aimed her lance and dropped the reigns earlier than most, aiming directly at the shield.

She let out a frustrated yell as the lance collided with the man's chest armor. Snapping in half and causing the man to be dehorsed.

"15 points to Aubellon! Aubellon has won!" The crowd erupted with cheers as Barbara glanced at the snapped lance in her hand. If was her most anticipated achievement and yet she wasn't happy.

She looked over at the blue helm and watched as he got up and walked his horse to the back area of the fields near the changing chambers. Within the loud cheers she followed him on horseback.

It wasn't until they arrived at the Chambers that the blue helm spoke, a deep voice that didn't suit Adam rang out.

"What do you desire."

Barbara slid off her horse and removed her helmet. A few tears were residing in her eyes as she looked back over to the booth where the fans of Aubellon were sitting.

No sign of Adam once more. She let out a shaky sigh and turned to her opponent. She threw her helmet on the ground and gave him a slight bow out of respect.

The armored man also bowed but refused to remove his helmet. Barbara felt the anger rise in her.

"Take off your helmet sir." She commanded. The blue helmet just shook its head in disagreement, "sir. I won, its courtesy to show your face."

The man just simply began turning away. Out of frustration, Barbara grabbed her helmet and threw it at him. The metal clanged as it hit his armor, causing him to turn around again.

"Listen you bastard!" She yelled, tears pouring down her face now. She walked towards him, her own metal creaking with every step, "I was waiting for this moment for weeks!"

"And you won." A low voice spoke from inside the metal helmet.

"That doesn't matter!" She cried, "the person I love didn't even come to support me. After he promised."

Adam felt his heart began to drop at the realization. She was crying because of him.

"The least you could do is take off your helmet. We are in a private chamber, no one around and my life feels like it has hit rock bottom and the only thing I ask is that you take off your helmet!" Barbara closed her eyes and swung her hands at the man.

But she didn't hear the clang of metal, she instead felt the metallic gloves grab her hand and guide her to the helmet. She opened her eyes to see the armor clad man knelt on the ground with her hands holding the helmet. The mam nodded and Barbara slowly removed the helmet,

Adams face looked back at her, his eyes just as bright as she had seen the day before, his hair messier than ever.

Only a soft whisper came from her,

"Adam?"

"Barbara… I didn't mean for this to happ-" Adam began to apologize, but he was cut off by Barbara kissing him.

After the kiss Barbara just hugged him, the two sat in silence in a hug for what felt like forever. The only noise being the clanging of each other's armor.

"Were you going to tell me?" Barbara asked, breaking the silence.

"Eventually."

"Why did you lie?"

"I don't know. I got scared, it's not an excuse, I know but just the way you talked about the blue helmet that night, I thought you were going to see me as a mean person."

More silence stung the air.

"You let me mock you at the festival."

"It made you happy."

Barbara shifted so that she was now sitting on the grass next to Adam,

"You should have told me. I am not letting you get away with that one. I'll think of my payback at another time. But tonight?" She grabbed adams chainmail covered hand with her own, "I say we ditch the armor and go home. We don't have to be jousters until the next tournament. So let's just be Adam and Barbara."

Adam smiled at the thought and then stood with his love, they changed out of the clangy armor and began walking hand in hand back to their house under the soft moonlight.

Not a green helm and a blue helm.

Not a princess and a knight.

Just them.

Adam and Barbara.

#maitlands writing #Barbara maitland #adam maitland #medieval joust au

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Top 10 Characters that deserved better.

10 Alexis Glenn from Famous in Love

Despite my problems with this character I wasn’t very pleased with her treatment on the show Famous in Love. Yes I know she was a snob and behaved like a jealous bitch but I felt she had some redeeming qualities about her. For one thing I would have her accept the fact she was bisexual and not have those run of the mill lame excuses as in “I don’t like labels” bisexual isn’t a bad word. I also would have her apologize to Paige for how she treated her and maybe they can get along but they don’t have to be besties. Another thing I didn’t like was her being used by Jake and then being dropped like a hat just because things didn’t work out in his favor. No one deserves that. I also felt she deserved better than to be used by Ida. I would love to give Lexi a redemption arc.

9. Milah from Once Upon a Time.

Even though I didn’t really care for Milah, I felt she deserved better than to be killed by Rumple twice. The first time having her heart ripped out and crushed literally and then being thrown into the lake of lost souls. I felt she had remorse for leaving Baelfire/Neal behind. I honestly felt she could have given Belle advice on how to leave Rumple and they could have become friends or something. Anyways she deserved to move on from the under world not be thrown in a lake of lost souls.

8.Belle French Once Upon a Time

I am convinced that Adam and Eddie hated Belle. First off why did they keep her in a relationship with a man who lies to her, manipulates her and has told her multiple times he won’t change. Yet here she is going back to this man again and again. She kept going back to Rumple and even enabled him. She was once so scared of him that she felt that her child would be better off away from the father. Not only does she get lied to and manipulated she gets mind raped, raped if Belle and Rumple had sex in the fantasy world where Rumple was the Bright One. He even went so far as to stalk her and put a tracking bracelet on her to know where she was at all times. Belle always looked scared of Rumple and was always backing away from him. That relationship should have ended when Belle banned Rumple from Storybrooke. Nope she gets forced back in a toxic relationship and even Emilie De Raven said that she wouldn’t give Rumple as many chances. I know I have said this before but I am going to say it again. Belle should have been bisexual and go be happy with Ruby or OUAT should have introduced Prince Adam. Any one of those relationships would have been better than Rumbelle.

7 Logan Huntzberger

I thought Logan was one of the most well developed characters on Gilmore Girls as in the original series. When we first meet him he was promiscuous and slept around. However, he was fully willing to commit to Rory and become the boyfriend she needed and wanted. He was allowed to grow and develop. All was going great with his character until the revival. He and Rory are both cheating with each other on their significant others and Amy seem to make Logan resort to his fuck boy ways. I am sorry to Matt Czuchry who had to play a digressed character and props to you for making Logan likable despite the way he was written.

6. Angela Moore Boy/Girl Meets World (Using the Collage because I loved the Versatility Angela had on Boy Meets World I did not make this Collage BTW)

I know I keep bringing her up but I can’t help it. I am so bitter that Girl Meets World committed defamation of a black female character. They bent and twisted the narrative to make Angela look like a villain and they also made her look like one more person that mindlessly abandon Shawn when that is not the case. She left to Europe with her father and she was going to come back and be with Shawn. Now in Girl Meets World she was just another person who abandon Shawn? No that is so disrespectful and this completely racist how she got treated. Also I don’t want anyone to come at me and tell me the treatment she got wasn’t racially related. Seriously look how the other characters got treated as in the white characters got treated then look at how Michael Jacobs treated his only black female character from Boy Meets World. She was the only main black character period and all she got was paid dust. So yeah her treatment whether or not it was unintended was absolutely racist.

5. Hazel Alden Degrassi

Degrassi literally had no idea what to do with this character. She was on the show for six seasons and only got one single story line about her Muslim back ground and we didn’t get that story line until season 2. She was there as a “main character” so Degrassi could pat themselves on the back for diversity brownie points. Andrea Lewis (Actress for Hazel) did the best with what she had tow work with but it wasn’t much. She was there to be Paige’s side kick and to help aid white character’s story lines. She honestly felt like the Christie to Paige’s Barbie. In fact here is a a link to an article on what Andrea had to say about her time on Degrassi read and enjoy. https://missandrealewis.com/2013/03/28/new-post-a-real-conversation-about-degrassi-tbt/

4. Audery from Descendants

I know she is a classist snob and I know she wasn’t the nicest but she didn’t deserve to have her boyfriend stolen from her be dumped in front of the entire school. She deserved to be a more fleshed out character. I mean I wouldn’t really like someone who put a love drug on my boyfriend stole him from me and then he broke up with me in front of the entire school. Anyways Audery deserved better and didn’t deserve to be humiliated.

3. Graham from Once Upon a Time

I am so bitter how Once Upon a Time treated him. He was used abused and then killed off. Adam and Eddie still this day deny that he was raped by Regina.He had his heart ripped out literally as punishment for not killing Snow White. Regina’s ultimatum was basically “Do what I say or you die” and he literally has no choice because his heart in is Regina’s possession and now he is under a curse without his heart so he really has to do what Regina says without even being aware of the “Why” of the situation. This all changes when Emma comes to town and when he kisses Emma he starts to remember he is actually the Huntsmen. The moment he starts to take back control from Regina she kills him by crushing his heart. To me that is not even the worst thing about this situation its the fact that this issue is never addressed and Regina is never called out for raping Graham.

2 Mulan From Once Upon a Time

I used this picture because my heart breaks for this gorgeous character. Mulan a bisexual Asian woman is paid dust and yes it is confirmed she is bisexual by the writers and it honestly feels like Adam and Eddie want to pat themselves on the back for the so called “representation.” Mulan arguably the biggest bad ass of the Disney Princesses was reduced to being an aid for white character story lines. She wasn’t allowed to have a love interest despite everyone around her got to have a love interest and she just kept getting screwed over. I am forever bitter about Sleeping Warrior. That ship had the best chemistry the best build up only for the writers to go the hetro normative route with Aurora. Then we had have been with Ruby and we could have gotten Mulan Rouge. That didn’t happen either. She deserved much better than to be a token character of color to only aid in white character story lines. The treatment of Mulan on Once Upon a Time and the treatment of Angela on Girl Meets World will forever leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

Finally Number 1 Dinah Laurel Lance’/ Black Canary/Black Siren

I am forever bitter on how Arrow treated their most iconic female super hero character. In the comics Dinah Lance was her own hero, was a member of the Justice League and she helped co-find her own hero team called Birds of Prey. She helped people like Sin Lance (Asian character later white washed by Arrow) Helped Roy Harper through his drug addiction and morally centered and is one of the best hand to hand combat fighters. She is up on Batman’s level of hand to hand fighting. However in Arrow she is treated like shit, had a boyfriend who serial cheated on her with her sister, and now he is a dad a child where the baby momma is another woman he cheated with while he was with Laurel. The show had people gas light her and when she finally exploded all of a sudden it was her fault because god forbid she responds like a normal human to being treated like shit for no reason. Sara never apologized to Laurel she just went back to fucking Oliver again despite the fact that is why the Lance family fell apart. Laurel was told she was never good enough to be the Black Canary despite she is the damn Black Canary in the comics. She has helped out Sara and Oliver multiple times despite the fact they are the reason she had to deal with her family falling a part. The people on the show continued to miss treat her. Not once did she get an apology by Oliver or Sara she had to call them out first. Then after the horrible treatment, the gas lighting and mental abuse they show runners decide to kill her off for Olicity. Her dying words are about how Olicity and propping up Oliver and his relationship with Felicity. First off “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU GUYS DO THAT TO LAUREL’ 2 You damn well know how Oliver treated Laurel so you have some damn nerve to do that! Then you have Black Siren get knocked out by Felicity despite the fact she could get up after getting hit by a car on the Flash. Then you weaken her Canary cry when on the Flash it took out a whole building but on Arrow it barely makes the room shake. Then on the Flash great hand to hand combat skills only for her to be easily taken down by team Arrow. The thing that makes me most angry and bitter about this is that I know Katie Cassidy Rodgers actually did her homework on the character she was playing, I know KCR worked out for this role and she was so excited to be in this role. She even had costume design ideas for her Black Canary Suit and you kill her character off for shock value and you wait two episodes before to tell her that Laurel will be the one in the grave. This absolutely disrespectful to the actress and this proves how lazy these writers are.

Anyways this was my rant on characters who deserved better. I would love to know your thoughts.

#top 10 list #once upon a time #arrow #descendants #famous in love #degrassi next generation

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getyourvitamin-bri · 6 years

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Super-Mega-Foxy-Awesome-Hot Klance Fic Recs!

One-Shots

Sweet Quiznak - CheckeredCloth Read if your into hurt/comfort and humor, an odd mix but this fic does it awesomely. Summary: "You're really into him," Hunk mutters, and wow, Lance's face is on fire. Hunk is killing him. "Look, read into how you like, Freud, just make sure that if I die Keith knows I totally would've mowed his ass like grass. That way, I can laugh hysterically at his emotionally-constipated expression from the afterlife." Rated Teen & Up

Love Bug Stuff - WhatTheBodyGraspsNot @whatthebodygraspsnot I’m such trash for Love Bug fics, this one in particular is stellar. Summary: Keith is bitten by an alien love bug that makes him fall in love with the first person he sees. And just guess who the heck that first person is? Rated M

Never Saw You Coming - dimpleforyourthoughts @dimpleforyourthoughts Read if you love angst, slow burn, mutual pinning, and hurt/comfort aka read if you love being put through all the feels :) Summary: Three months in space on his own would have been fine. Three months in space with Lance McClain is a whole other fucking story. Rated M

nothing’s quite as sweet - dimpleforyourthoughts There is cute cats and cute klance, need I say more? Summary: Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street. Rated Teen & Up

Muy Lindo - flipfloppandas - I’m trash for shy adorable keith and this fic delivered. Summary: In which Lance must learn how to navigate through a relationship with a Keith who is surprisingly shy, but it’s okay because Lance honestly freaking loves it. Not Rated.

implosion (the lines we cross) - pidgeotto_gunderson Some well written hard core angst if your up for it. Summary: The adrenaline is pumping through his veins - this is what he needs, what they both need. To yell and scream and hurt each other before they can mend.Fix-it fic for s7e6, imagining if Lance and Keith fought things out while they were all lost in space and it led to Lance finally spilling about his insecurities. Rated Teen & Up

Crest of White, Bow Down - 2towels @2towels I totally went “awwww” while reading this fic, its so adorable, it will definitely make you smile. Summary: “I don’t know what I need to do to prove to you that I haven’t thought about leaving, but I haven’t.”Without hesitating, Lance lifted his good hand to rest on Keith’s cheek and stroked his thumb across it, silently appreciating his pouty features as he swallowed. “Tell me every day you love me more,” He finally demanded dramatically and breathlessly, flitting his gaze down to Keith’s shoulders instead of the intensity of his eyes, “maybe that would work.”“That wouldn’t even be a challenge.” Keith said quietly.--Five times Lance is swept off his feet, and one time he falls. Rated Teen & Up

Kodachrome - HoddieMaine @joinmeinthishell , Ninke_A @collector-of-hats Wow this is such a beautiful story, its really well written, read if you love pinning and fluff. Summary: Keith has been at a loss for a while now. His job is terrible, his passion for photography has waned, and his pseudo brother has moved to some little town and keeps insisting he visit.When Keith finally does go, he ends up on a little street full of quaint shops. He intends to simply spend time with Shiro but ends up in a record store across the street. With a very attractive man, who signs instead of speaks. Rated E

Thinking ‘Bout You - BleuSarcelle @bleusarcelle, Queerklancing @queerklancing I got a cavity from the fluff in this fic :) Summary: That time Keith had a voice in his head singing and found out he had a quite unique soulmate link. Rated G

Rose-Colored Boy - melancholymango @melancholymango Read if you enjoy angsty lance, langst, & to experience all the feels. Summary: “I missed you, you know.”“Yeah?” Lance sighed, warm and giddy, clearly not absorbing how serious the words truly were. “Yeah.” Keith said, more certainty in his voice now. He reached down, hesitantly threading his fingers through Lance’s and giving his hand a squeeze. Lance tensed next to him. “I still do.”“I mean, I’m right here.”“Are you? You still seem pretty far away.” Rated Teen & Up

Blue Christmas - melancholymango I loved how keith and lance were written in this fic, its just overall super well written. Summary: The team decides to celebrate the holiday season in space as nostalgia gets the better of them, but reflecting on the past hurts Lance more than it helps and Keith doesn't have any memories to reflect on. AKA the one where Keith and Lance hate the holidays together, only to realize that they were actually celebrating all along in their own Keith and Lance way. Rated G

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Not That Bad - varelsen @lvtvr Yeah this fic gave me lot of feelings, their relationship builds beautifully. Summay: “Am I really going to have to explain this to you?”“No, I’m totally fine with you shutting up right about now.” Hunk cups his hands around his mouth. “You. Are crushing. On Keith.” Or, a college AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time. Rated M

Entangled - Purpleneutrino (mackerelmademedoit) @purpleneutrino I found this fic super interesting to read, and literally could not put it down. Summary: When Keith found himself mentally linked to Lance of all people, he never thought that it would end in anything but irritation and misery on both sides. He certainly never imagined that it would be a useful asset in team Voltron's fight against the Galra Empire. Now if he can just keep his feelings in check, they might actually have a chance at defeating Zarkon. Needless to say, when he'd wished for a 'bonding moment' with Lance, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. Rated M

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here - klancekorner @dimplesandcurlsss Yeah I stayed up till 4am reading this and it was glorious, I finished at 3am and just thought about it for another hour, so awesome! Summary: Lance and Keith have been best friends since first grade. Lance’s brain is always on overdrive and Keith’s blunt, realistic ass can never keep up. They both come to realize that sometimes you can learn a lot about loving yourself by loving someone else. Rated M

Something just like this - klancekorner A summer romance sundae with a friends to lovers cherry on top. Summary: Keith reluctantly becomes the counselor for the Red Cabin at Camp Voltron, a summer camp in the middle of buttfuck nowhere that his older brother Shiro has worked at for years. Already unhappy with the current position that he is in, Keith prepares himself for a boring, sweaty, miserable summer; and his frustration only grows when he meets the counselor for the Blue Cabin Rated M

You and I Collide - idratherhaveyou @itsthegameilike If you looked up cute in the dictionary, this modern apartment au would be the definition. Summary: Lance likes to sing in the shower. Keith lives in the apartment next door and the walls are not very thick. And you can bet when Lance wakes him up at 7:30 in the morning, Keith has something to say about it. Rated M

I’ve Got You - DragonofFernweh @dragonastral Keith comforting lance is my aesthetic, this fic is my aesthetic. Summary: Keith isn’t great at the whole comfort thing, he doesn’t have a way with words, nor does he have much experience in way of affection. Still, when Lance hurts, Keith wants to do something to help. Otherwise known as; five times Keith comforts Lance, and one time Lance comforts Keith. Rated G

it’s easier for you to let me go - welcometothehumanrace Should be called 6 times I went AAJKSCNSKDCNSJ because of how fluffin’ cute keith and lance are. Summary: Keith did not think Lance's arms were anything to get excited about. Or his shoulders. Or any general part of him. Just everything about him was unexciting as a whole.Obviously. Or 5 times Lance put his arms around Keith and the one time Keith really wanted him to. Rated Teen & Up

The Message - shipstiel @shipstiel-writes Wow this wrong number fic is just glorious, I laughed, I went “awwwww”, I just had such a good time reading this. Summary: Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he's not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would've thought. Rated Teen & Up

Homesick at Space Camp - K0bot @k0tron So awesome...just a fucking great fic. Its got fake relationship/married, its got angst, its got ballroom dancing, its got so much fluff, do I need to say any more? Summary: Lance realizes he's been an asshole to Keith, and on a diplomatic mission to a key planet for the Voltron alliance he... overcompensates.

Fake It Till You Make It - nikkiRA @aravenlikeawritingdesk I’m a sucker for Fake/Pretend Relationship fics and this one is the fic that started that particular habit. Summary: “What Keith here means to say,” Lance says, and although his voice is steady, he is gripping Keith’s fingers so tightly it’s painful. “Is that we can’t mate with your people, although we, um, appreciate the offer, because, well. We already are. M-mated, I mean. With, you know. Each other.” Rated M

I hope you love these fics as much as I did, they are some of my fav fics of all time. It took me forever to finish this post because I sorta, kinda, maybe, totally re-read a lot of them while making it :) Shout out to fanfiction writers, thank you for putting so much of your time into these stories for free, your all amazing!

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JuLance - Day 1

Prompt: Ocean/Beach

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Summery: A usual morning trip to the beach to go surfing with his father and brothers turns into something bigger for a young Lance that is destined to stay in his memory forever.

Comment: I know I’m very behind, but the month is still young and I’m trying to catch up. I heard there was a Surfer!Lance floating around in the fandom and just feel in love with the idea! I hope you like it!

The sun was barely poking over the horizon when the car stopped in the small parking lot.

“Hey Lance, wake up,” Luis nudged as his older brother and father got out of the car.

The 7-year-old reluctantly pulled his cheek off the side of the passenger-side back door. He squinted his eyes and looked around. His father and oldest brother Marco were untying their boards from the roof of the car while his second oldest brother Luis was opening the back of the car to get the rest of the gear out.

“Wake up Lazy! I need your help getting the gear!” Luis yelled at him from the back of the car, getting irritated that Lance was still in his seat.

Lance unbuckled his seatbelt and went to open his door, but paused when he saw that Marco was blocking while he was getting the boards down. He then decided to take the next best route besides getting out of the car through Luis’s door. Lance crawled over the back seat and into the back-trunk bed of the car, landing on the bag they had packed full of towels.

Luis stared at his little brother with an annoyed look. “Couldn’t you have gotten out of the car first like normal people?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He waited for his brother to laugh, but only got the sounds of the waves hitting the shore as a response. “And Marco was blocking my door.” Lance rubbed at one of his tired eyes before crawling out of the trunk bed, dragging out one of the coolers with him while his brother scolded him and said that he should have gotten out through the other side.

The beach was perfect for the early morning trip. The coast was clear of the regular tourist that usually crowded it in the afternoons and the water was in perfect conditions for the McClain’s occasional surfing outing. Usually the entire family would be out enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, but Lance’s older sister Veronica was away at camp for the summer and his mother opted out on the trip, thinking that her husband could handle their sons without her.

Lance followed his father and brothers down to the beach, dragging the smaller of the two coolers behind him. When they reached their spot, he let gravity take over his body and he feel forward in the sand out of exhaustion, getting a light laugh from his father.

“Come on Lance, you can’t go back to sleep now. You’ll miss the fun.” Lance’s father picked him up and set him back on his feet. “Now come and help us wax the boards.”

Lance reluctantly followed his father and went to join everyone. He walked up to the line of surfboards that were laid out on the sand. His father and brother were all putting wax on their boards and getting ready to go out in the water. But this time, while looking down the line of boards, he noticed that there was one extra board.

“Why did you bring another board? Veronica’s not here?” Lance asked as he took off his jacket, revealing his full-body surf suit.

Everyone in the family had their own board, except for him and his mother since he was too young and she preferred to watch from the shore and read a book instead. Lance would usually just ride out with his dad or Marco and help them take care of their boards before and after the rides. So the extra board really confused him since his older sister wasn’t out with them that morning.

“It’s not Veronica’s board.” Marco sang out with a big smile on his face as he waited for his baby sibling to connect the dots.

The realization came slowly to Lance, like a lot of things did when he was fighting to wake up. Once the message reached the front of Lance’s mind, his blue eyes widened and seemed to brighten in color and his jaw dropped as far as it could. “That’s mine?”

“Yep! You’re old enough now.” Lance’s father announced proudly, a bit of the pride coming from how well he was able to keep the board a secret from his curious son for weeks.

“This is awesome,” Lance whispered to himself as he continued to stare at his board. The surfboard, even though being much smaller than the rest of the boards, was the same shape as his brothers’ and father’s boards. It was painted white with three blue lines running down the length and at the bottom was his name, just like on the rest of the family boards – claiming which member owned which board. At the top, in the middle of the three lines was a black silhouette of a shark, a personal mark for Lance besides having his name on it. “It’s a shark,” Lance whispered to himself again, amazed to see his favorite sea creature on his board. His board! He still couldn’t get over the fact that this was his board!

“I love it,” Lance whispered to himself again. Never has he been so in love with a polyurethane foam and fiberglass board.

“If you’re going to kiss it, do it before you wax it.” Luis suggested, finding his brother’s overexcitement over the board a little nauseating.

Lance continued to just stare at the board, not really knowing what to do. He knew that he had to wax it so he could take it on the water, but it just looked too perfect to even touch. A touch on his shoulder pulled him out his trance. Lance looked up to see his dad standing over him with a smile.

“I knew you would be surprised, but now I’m starting to worry.” His father had a worried smile on his face, but his eyes were still shinning over how happy his son was.

“She’s just too pretty,” Lance said quietly again, turning back to look at the board, his eyes still glistening with excitement and amazement.

“He’s going to name it, isn’t he,” Luis asked openly, already over the whole situation.

“Most likely,” Marco answered with a smile as he continued to focus on his own board.

Lance’s father chuckled a bit and handed his son a bar of surf wax. “She’ll look even prettier in the water bud.”

Lance’s face broke into a massive smile as he snatched the bar of wax out of his father’s hand and went straight to work. This was his board! His board! He was finally old enough to have his own board! This was such a big responsibility to him and he was so excited to take care of it all by himself! He can finally be out on the water all by himself on his own board!

This was the start of such an amazing day on the water, and one Lance will never forget.

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