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a quiet moment, somewhere else.
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“I came to help you!”
“I don’t need your help!” Shiro shouts, hoarse, activating his hand and holds it threateningly between them. Keith’s face crumples, betrayed, and it hurts so bad to see that Shiro can feel the ache of it in his chest. “All I need to know is that you’re safe. Far away from all this.”
Kill him kill him kill him end him end Voltron bring victory to the Empire be the Champion I made you to be
Shiro’s voice cracks. “Away from me.”
Keith doesn’t stop advancing. Tears leak from his eyes, one after another after another until it’s just steady streams, like a leaking faucet that won’t stop. But his jaw is set, and his shoulders are squared, and he won’t back down.
“I came to help you,” he repeats. He sounds as grown as he’s ever sounded, as he says it. Keith’s voice has only gotten deeper with every year in space, and his voice is already rough with emotion. But that’s not who Shiro hears; this man who is stubborn and strong and resolute. He stumbles forward, clutching his hands to his ears, trying to claw out the sound of Her yelling, screaming, ordering him to kill, to fight, to attack. Her screams are interspersed with flashes of memory; of a young boy with his fringe pulled over his eyes, sneaking into his car as he heads to the grocery store I came to help you; a scrawny teen with knobby knees and ill-fitting gloves he refuses to take off, showing up in his office and grabbing some papers to mark I came to help you; an older teen, hair brushed for once, wearing an old black suit, gently plucking the cuff links from Shiro’s hand before the life-changing question-popping dinner and putting them in himself because Shiro’s hands were too shaky I came to help you. Over and over again Shiro sees him, his brother, following behind, I came to help. I came to help you. Let me help. Rough around the edges but soft and kind and loving. His brother. His brother. His brother.
“Let me help,” Keith begs, closer now that he’s ever been, close enough to push Shiro’s arm down, gently, so it’s not a threat. “I came to help, Takashi, let me help.”
“Help me,” Takashi whispers.
Slaughter him, She orders.
The Champion straightens. His eyes glow purple. The Black Paladin draws away in fear, reaching for his bayard, hesitant.
“Please,” he whispers.
The Champion lunges.
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based on this post
#sorry if this is confusing and also sorry for this in general#vld#voltron#shiro#takashi shirogane#clone shiro#shiro angst#keith#keith kogane#black paladin keith#keith angst#broganes#hurt no comfort#post s5#s6?#my writing#fic fragment
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A doorbell, that was a new and very annoying thing. So was not having help to answer the door. Well, there was help, technically. She was the help. Her mother was the one who yelled now. Chloé crossed an atrium every bit as large as the Agreste's -Sancoeur’s- she mentally corrected herself. She undid four separate locks and pulled open the mausoleum sized door. There stood one of the last things Chloé would have expected.
In an even tone with just a hint of quaver at the end, Kagami Tsurugi said, “I want you to teach me how to be petty.”
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“Can you stay?”
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It had been hours of misery.
As he watched the sun depart the sky, Viren felt the sadness lay into him like a cold ache as if death had already come for him.
He tried to curl himself up to cling to the little bit of warmth and hope that had not already left his body with the sun, or chased away by cold dread.
Viren heard the echo of Aaravos’s voice one last time as he laid himself down to rest. “The sun will rise. And you will not.”
This was to be his last night. And he would die alone, stonily resolute, on a bereft beach. His memories, years of mistakes, flashing before his eyes like a taunt. The last moon he would ever see, waning rapidly like his own health.
Aaravos’s flicker faded away from his vision, and yet.
He needed something. From this elf, for some reason. A companion, if he was to have anyone. Viren cleared his throat.
“Wait.”
There is a strange pause.
Then Aaravos flickers back into existence, smirking as if he’s won.
“You’ve changed your mind?”
He elegantly gestures to the dagger and sir sparklepuff. The offer was still open.
Viren scowls. “No. I am still not doing dark magic. Never again.”
Aaravos’s expression relaxes, expectant. nonplussed.
“I just thought..”
Viren swallowed. What was he doing?
His heart twinges. It feels empty. He shivers and sits up.
“If I am going to die alone tonight..”
He forces the words out, jumbled and vulnerable and wrong.
“Can you…stay?”
Aaravos’s face, it’s still quizzical. He raises an eyebrow, maybe chuckling a little bit. He had expected Viren to be circumventing a fear of death, but not one of loneliness.
Asshole. What had Viren expected?
“My apologies. It was a foolish idea.”
The words come out heated and clipped.
Viren lies down again and curls into himself, blocking him out.
He sees out of the corner of his eye that Aaravos is still there, though. He’s kind of unreadable, just standing there with his hands behind his back, watching Viren.
There’s something a little softer to Aaravos’s face now. Pity, maybe. Maybe an elf like him, sentenced for life, knew what it was like to die alone.
They said nothing, a silent mutual understanding between them. A lavender shadow illusion of a beautiful being from the stars themselves and a sad old man who was a shadow of his former self, side by side. Watching the moon rise.
Viren’s breathing evens out. Maybe he will be able to sleep tonight after all, never to wake again.
But maybe, just maybe, he will be fine with it.
#my writing#the dragon prince#aaravos#viren#viravos#tdp s5#post s5#with writing prompt shdjfnjdks#they’re my fav nonexistent romance#self spaghettification
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Idea: Its post S5, canonically, Merlin couldn't handle losing Arthur so he erased his memory, one day he wakes up from a nightmare, Arthur's death, and then it shows the isle of the blessed, something inside of him telling him that he needs to go there. So, in the middle of the night, he gets up and drives to the isle. There's nothing.
He tells his therapist this in the morning, (therapist is Gwen or Morgana maybe)
"I had a dream about that guy again"
"And you swear you've never seen him?"
"Positive"
"Merlin, the human brain does not have the capacity to create new faces. You've had to see him somewhere, whether it be passing him by in the streets or whatnot. However, considering the severity of the dream i have to inquire that this was someone dear to you,"
"Then why don't I remember him,"
"I don't know. But, that's not the reason you came is it,"
"No,"
"Something else happened,"
"I saw the island that the old Ragland Castles sits in, and for some reason i felt....drawn to it. So, after i woke up i went there,"
"And what did you find"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. I felt like an absolute fool,"
"How far did you go,"
"I didn't go to the island if that's what you're asking,"
"Maybe you should,"
"But nothing happened the first time,"
"Merlin, you didn't dream about looking at the island from afar, you dreamed about the island, which means you have to go to the island,"
"And you think this will stop the nightmares"
"Well i can't say for sure, but it's a good possibility "
"Alright then, I'll go tomorrow,"
"Good,"
He goes the next day and boom, there's Arthur. But he doesn't remember, so when Arthur semi recognizes him, he's so confused.
"How do you know my name,"
"How do you not know mine, we were friends most of my life Merlin!"
"I don't remember you, I'm pretty sure i would remember some random blond in a suot of armor!"
Arthur mentions magic, Merlin doesn't remember, tells him magic doesn't exist. Blah blah blah something happens and Merlin remembers. Maybe Merlins magic resurged because his destiny came back. Or maybe he designed the spell to wear off if Arthur comes back. Idk I'm still figuring that part out. (if you have ideas I'd love to hear them)
He brings Arthur to the therapist and idk what happens next. Haven't thought of that yet. Maybe, since the therapist is one of their old friends, they go searching for the others? Idk lol
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The trust between Ladybug and Chat Noir is stretched to breaking point when a new butterfly holder emerges in the wake of Monarque's defeat. Chat Noir doesn't know who to trust until Chrysalis confronts him with a truth Ladybug had tried to bury: Monarque made the Wish—and she wants Chat Noir’s help to undo it.
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“I’m sure Chrysalis will show her face again soon. She wasn’t above victimizing an innocent civilian tonight…” Ladybug swallowed through the sudden tightness in her throat as the memory of the woman’s terrified, confused face flashed in her mind. “Which makes her no better than Monarque ever was. And unless we want the whole city to panic, we should keep this as much to ourselves as possible.”
The team exchanged looks for several lengthy seconds more. Then a scramble of voices clambered over each other all at once.
“How do you plan to track her down?” Pegasus asked, pulling the shutter shades off to look at her through the dark lenses of his miraculous.
“When do you think she’ll attack next?” Polymouse asked, expression fraught beneath her glittering face paint.
Carapace gripped a Rena Rouge-themed soda can tighter in his fist. “How did she even get the butterfly?” he asked, jaw clenched.
“Does she want your miraculous?” asked Vesperia, eyeing Ladybug nervously.
“Did she do something to Chat Noir?” Pigella asked, stepping backward with wide blue eyes. “Is that why he’s not here?”
thank you so much to @ladyofthenoodle for all the help with this one 💛 and for the amazing banner! part 4 of our collab is now up 👀
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After season 5 and his un-turning, Guillermo still insists he wants to be a vampire someday, though he can't yet reconcile himself to killing humans. He and Nandor begin a relationship and accidentally find they have a shared enjoyment for dirty talk where Nandor threatens to turn him again so he can keep him forever. This involves Nandor going into lots of detail about how much better he'd be as a sire and how he would guide Guillermo through the transition, teach him to kill and feed without hesitation, what a glorious monster he could make of him. Bonus points if Guillermo confesses in a moment of passion that he wants Nandor to do all of it for real.
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#wwdits#wwdits kink meme#kink meme#writing prompt#nandermo#mlm#post s5#dirty talk#sire roleplay#possession kink#turning kink
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“So you’re saying that not only Gabriel Agreste was Monarch,” Chat Noir spoke in a strained monotone, gaze lost in the distance, “but you learned that Adrien Agreste is a sentimonster-”
“Sentibeing-”
“-and his moth-his maker was kept in a mystical coma for months before dying and you’re not going to tell him?” His haunted gaze turned to her. “Why?"
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Trick or treat! 🕯️💀
Unpublished WIP - platonic Adrino - post S5
Nino is visiting Adrien at the mansion. Nathalie let him in without interrogation!
…
“Now that I’m allowed in here what shall we do?”
“The foosball table was always my favorite.” But Adrien didn’t move. “I got pretty good at playing by myself.”
“Talk to me, dude.”
“What's there to say?”
“I don't know, but whatever it is I'm all ears.”
Silence.
“Mec?”
“I had been wishing he was gone.”
Nino winced.
“And now he is, and like… it feels like it’s my fault.”
“It’s definitely not your fault,” Nino says. “And honestly, in your shoes I would feel the same.” Hell, he did feel the same even not in Adrien’s shoes.”
“Nino, he was a hero.”
Nino can feel the metaphorical insects crawling on his skin at even the idea of that sentence. There’s no fucking way Gabriel was a hero.
“Dude! He was trying to control every aspect of your life. He had you shipped out and locked away.”
“He fought against Monarch. I should have been here.”
“You’re holding yourself to stupidly high expectations. And how the hell did Gabriel even get involved in the battle against monarch?”
“He was involved with the miraculous at some point. He had a book. Ladybug and chat once suspected him of being hawkmoth. How messed up is that?”
“Honestly? That’s more believable. Are you sure that he wasn’t?”
“I don’t think Ladybug would lie about that.”
Nino sighs. “Yeah, she probably wouldn’t.” But maybe she got there late when Gabriel was already gone when he had only gone after Moanrch to get the miraculouses for themselves. Maybe she just assumed because she found him dead and didn’t know what he was like in real life.
And Nino knew he was living in fantasyland, but anything was better than having to stare at that fucking statue and pretend he didn’t despise it.
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the bowman brothers’ first halloween together!
#camp cretaceous#jwcc#kenji kon#darius bowman#post s5#happy enough with how this turned out#hc kenjis never been trick or treating before and darius goes as a different dinosaur every year#i miss them but i’m so excited for hidden adventure
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Dreaming Wide Awake - Ch 29
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As promised, Adrien left the hospital later that day.
Nathalie helped him gather his belongings, then guided him out of the hospital. The building was crowded, the atmosphere heavy. There were people in wheelchairs, people on gurneys, and people walking around, or milling in the shops or pharmacy. Some were staff. Some were patients. Some were visitors. None of them spoke much.
His chest tightened at the sight of all those tired faces. Some were worried. Some even frightened. In a corner of the hospital café, a young woman cried, while a man wrapped an arm around her shoulder, holding her in silence.
Had Marinette ever done that? Maybe sat with Felix, forcing light conversation over croissants until she’d just…broken? The image was too vivid in his head, some instinct telling him yes. This had happened.
It was a relief to pushed through the exit doors – to breathe the air outside. Being in a hospital that long, it was easy to forget the rest of the world existed. But it did.
And he was now part of it again.
Nathalie led him to the parking garage. Maybe the Gorilla had a sixth sense, because he stepped out of the car almost as soon as it came into view. As they approached, he gave Adrien a nod and a grunt in greeting, his eyes sombre. Like he’d been concerned.
That one gesture made Adrien’s heart crack. He managed a small smile and a wave before shoving himself into the backseat with Nathalie, turning away so they couldn’t see his eyes water. She said as little as the Gorilla, giving Adrien his space. Then the car started up and they were heading out of the garage.
They were going home.
Adrien sank back in his seat, that one word spinning in his head.
Home, home, home….
The word brought a chill, and he shivered, concentrating on the scenery flying past.
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#ml au#post s5#ml s6#ml s6 speculation#ml s5 finale#ml adrien#adrien agreste#ml nathalie#miraculous ladybug#mlb
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Double Date
This chapter marks the end of their perfect summer. Thanks for your support in my journey so far.
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It was the last day of summer. Two months did fly by, but the best part was that Adrien finally made memories worth keeping in those 60 days, all of them centered around a particular dark-haired girl with the brightest cerulean blue eyes in the universe. It was tradition for there to be a carnival at the Tuileries, where they would spend the day.
Technically they all wanted to go to the fair and had made plans for 2 months to do so, but since they were going as their regular group of 4, Alya took the opportunity to call it a 'double date', which he wasn't going to argue- any opportunity to go on a date with Marinette was treasurable for him.
Granted, it wasn't their first double date, but it was never going to get old for any of them. Adrien always knew Marinette liked to win, but he didn't know how competitive she could be. Of course, he learnt that on their first double date to the arcade, but there was a different level of fighting spirit when it came to trying to beat Nino at random carnival games- at least it seemed random.
As it turns out, Nino and Marinette had been coming to the fair every year since their first summer together in elementary school. This meant that coming here today was part of a long tradition they developed together, and decided to let Alya and Adrien tag along- left to watch the two lose it at the ring toss. The bet was that whoever won the most games would buy dessert before they went to the Ferris wheel to wrap up the day.
Originally, it was just Marinette against Nino, but with couples and best friends in the mix, the whole thing just seemed a little childish and weird. No one wanted to step on any toes, and their little bet sounded like a lot of fun to not want to join in.
That morning at Marinette's:
They were all gathered at the bakery for breakfast before heading to the fair, Marinette and Nino's excitement bordering fury as they gave each other the stink eye across the table.
"What is wrong with the two of you?", Alya inquired, trying to undercut some of the awkwardness the silence had created, "You look like you are mad at each other about something. Did you two fight?". It was a reasonable guess with the tension between them.
"No", Marinette answered, "We have a bet that's been going on since grade school. We get competitive over carnival games, and Nino is just mad I beat him last year."
Her response raised more questions than answers, and Adrien was too much of a cat to let curiosity get the better of him, "You say that as if you go there every year."
"We do", Nino responded simply, breaking eye contact with Mari when they both burst out laughing. "We just like to win, so competition can get a little ugly, but at the end of the day, it becomes a great memory regardless of the outcome."
Marinette just gave a sweet smile and nodded, thinking back to all the fun they had together. "Besides, it will be more fun with the 2 of you here, we can now add more games and play as teams of two. But the original bet still stands- the losing team buys dessert."
"That sounds like fun, how should we divide the groups, couples, or girls vs. boys?", Alya joined in with a big grin of her own.
The decision took half an hour longer than it should have, the main concern being that both Adrien and Alya wanted to be on Marinette's team- what with her being the reigning champion.
The last thing Sabine expected to see when she walked into her apartment was her daughter in the middle of her boyfriend and best friend, who threatened to dislocate her arms with how they were playing tug of war. Nino was at the table, upset that his friends wanted nothing to do with him, but having fun watching the scene unfold in front of him. His humour broke loose first when everyone paused as statues on Sabine's arrival. Sabine, however, smiled at them, before walking over to the fridge and grabbing a jug of lemonade before going back down to the bakery.
Before closing the door behind her, she stopped to look at the kids above her shoulder, "If you are having trouble making a decision, you could always flip a coin.", she said in a calm tone before retreating.
They were too shocked to say anything. Until Adrien finally found his composure to pull out a cent and ask, "What do we assign it to?"
"How about 'heads is couples' and 'tails is best friends'?", Marinette asked, looking at the coin in his outstretched palm. Everyone else nodded to the suggestion, and Adrien tossed the coin, silently praying for a chance to team up with Marinette.
The coin clattered on the table and the four teens looked down over it to see the result, much to his dismay- Tails.
Present:
That's how Adrien found himself against Alya at the basketball booth, winning by one basket. With Marinette and Nino's ongoing friendly rivalry, it made sense for them to go against each other, which left the newcomers to compete. Alya's missed basket meant that the boys won that round, making them tied, each team having won 5 games each by now. The last event was go-karting, a team sport for fair play- the first team to get all cars across the finish line wins.
Adrien was the first to reach the finish line out of the four, followed shortly by Marinette who kept yelling "You are a dead man Agreste", from behind him as she tried her level best to catch up making him howl with laughter.
The boys would have won if Nino hadn't miscalculated the turn and ended up with a wall of tires crashing down on him.
After sobering up from their laughter and victory, the girls approached the boys, Adrien having helped their friend out of the rubber pile with the help of the supervisor of the track.
"WE WON!", Alya mocked the boys, "You know what that means.", she sing-songed as they made their way over to the line of food stalls. The sun was beginning to set and they settled on ice cream, which they could enjoy inside the Ferris wheel before calling an end to the fun-filled day.
"Can't believe we start high school tomorrow.", Alay groaned, taking a bite of her ice cream as she and Marinette waited for the boys to pay. They somehow managed to find Andre and decided to indulge in some of his legendary couple's ice cream.
Adrien walked over to Marinette with their cone, already having taken a few bites. Despite it being a double date, they decided to pair off in separate cars for the Ferris wheel, which Adrien wouldn't object to. Honestly, he loved his friends- adored them- but he wanted to spend some alone time with Marinette before high school made them so busy they wouldn't get the chance to hang out as often as they could.
"Adrien?", her sweet voice pulled him out of his thoughts as he looked down at her. When had they entered the Ferris wheel? His feet must have moved on autopilot when he zoned out. "Is everything alright?", Marinette asked, this time furrowing her brows.
He gave her a gentle smile and took her hand that wasn't holding the ice cream in his own, "Everything is great. Just thinking about high school.", he broke his eye contact at that moment, only turning back up at her when he felt a little pressure on his hand- she had squeezed it. "I promise we will help you find your hidden passion. You still have time to decide what you want to do, Adrien, and you're not alone.". A slight blush pinked her cheeks as she looked down at their joined hands, "You have a supportive family, friends, me.", she peered at him through her lashes and Adrien felt his heart summersault in his chest.
It took a lot to regain his composure enough to speak, but he was sure he was sporting a blush of his own. "I'm just scared we will grow apart once school restarts. I don't know how I will be able to survive now that I spent almost two whole months with you." Marinette couldn't stop her racing heart at his confession, he spoke the exact words that were eating at her insides, "Adrien, I promise we won't grow apart. I have to admit, I had the same fears, but the fact that we are already thinking about this has to account for something, right?"
Their gazes locked, as the fireworks went off outside their cart, but they were in a world of their own. No one knows who initiated the kiss, but it was one full of unspoken promises of love and the future. His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it, with how close they were, but he didn't care. With Marinette by his side, nothing was impossible. His future career could wait. For now, he wanted the reassurance that his future was full of love, that's what she gave him.
The four teens walked together to the food stalls for dinner before heading back home, calling an end to the last day of their first summer together.
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I Told You So
5 times the others don't believe Ravi when he says Buck and Eddie are dating + the 1 time he's proven right.
9-1-1 Week 2022 day 1: crack + team shenanigans
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Amusing post S5 Chlogami thought but:
Chloe: You realize dating me is now social suicide no? As in, all your lovely little friends will hate you.
Kagami: You are exaggerating, I dated Felix and he tried to kill everyone on the planet.
Chloe: Ah, but you see I committed a much worse crime. I could be annoying and rude.
I will say this in the Miraclass's defense:
That is a very 14yr old way to be.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Characters: Ramon Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley, Helena Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Isabel Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Josephina "Pepa" Diaz, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Alternating, POV Outsider, Complicated Relationships, Family, Family Issues, Ramon is trying, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship
Summary:
Ramon makes good on his promise to be better.
He... maybe over-corrects a little.
Inspired by @hmslusitania‘s tags on @bucksboobs‘s post!
#wild writes#buddie#post s5#yeah idk what this is#wrote like 75% of it in one go so#hope it makes sense lmao
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I'm excited to share with you the next fanfic I'm planning for the Prism Event, it is gonna be centered around Ez and Rayla
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