#if you don't like Shaladin the door is over there

[tokyoteddywolf]

A Blue CatAstrophe Ch.3

Ch.1 Ch.2

Enjoy! :D

Lance thanked everything holy that Hunk had saved some of that weird space meat that tasted like turkey bacon. He crunched down on the strange yellow and brown meat, absolutely starving. He heard Blue rumble in amusement in the back of his mind, and flicked an ear at her in dismissal. What?!? He was hungry! She had no right to judge his new eating habits. So there. He mentally stuck his tongue out at her. She chuffed with laughter at him. Hmph.

Pidge and Hunk were currently chatting quietly. “Azul, slow down there kitty! You'll choke!” Pidge called, and he swished his tail to let her know that he'd heard, and slowed a little. Right, Pidge was calling him Azul now. He was a little startled when she'd called him that, but shrugged and accepted it. Better than Cocoa. He really didn't want to be named after a food.

“I'm going to go back to bed. It's almost ten at night, and I really want to be able to wake up early to go look for Lance.” Pidge said, hopping off of the counter where she'd been perched while Hunk made space cookies. “I'll keep an eye on Azul. Cats are nocturnal, so I think he'll be up for a while. I might let him explore when I go to bed in a bit. He's too small to get into anything anyways.” Hunk acknowledged the Green Paladin, spreading cookie dough in little circles on a pan. Pidge nodded and left, giving Lance one last head pat. “Night Azul. See you in the morning, kitty.” She murmured, then exited the kitchen, dragging her feet a little tiredly.

Lance mewed a reply before finishing off his food. He licked his lips, err, muzzle, and had a sudden urge to ball up a paw and scrub his face. Never one for skipping out on hygiene, he shrugged and did so, licking his paw and scrubbing his face and ears to get the food grease off. It was admittedly adorable to watch, and he heard Hunk coo from where he was leaning against the counter waiting for his cookies to bake.

He huffed, and padded over to his friend, jumping up on the counter as the cookies were pulled from the now beeping oven. “Careful, Azul. These are really hot, so no touching.” Hunk warned, and Lance made a half mew half purring noise in reply. 'I'm not stupid, Buddy.' He thought, twitching his tail tip as Hunk put the cookies in the cooler for tomorrow. “Goodnight, Azul! Don't get into anything while we're asleep, okay?” Hunk chirped as he ruffled Lance's neck fur, moving away to leave the kitchen. Lance meowed in response before looking around, amazed at how big everything was. He could hear more, smell more, and as the lights dimmed, see more than he could as a human, even though he'd already had impressive eyesight as a teenage boy.

With a soft chuffing noise, he hopped off the counter and stumbled, attempting to figure out how cats normally landed on their feet all the time. He tested jumping a few times, trying to get used to the feel of using his new tail and body for balance, before he deemed himself good enough to check the rest of the Castle in his new form. Nodding in satisfaction, he left the kitchen to explore.

 Darkness stretched out everywhere he looked. He didn't know why, but he was afraid. “Shiro.” He whirled around at that familiar voice, and gasped. Lance was standing behind him, those pretty blue eyes that were normally bright with laughter dull and blank. “Shiro, why?” Lance asked, the betrayal on his face tearing Shiro's heart in two. “Lance, I-” Shiro tried to say, but was cut off by Lance's shout. “Why did you let me go, Shiro?!?” Tears streamed down the Blue Paladin's face and suddenly he was running away again, into the darkness.

 Something told Shiro that he shouldn't go that way, that something bad would happen if he did, so he ran after Lance, reaching out and frantically calling his name as the darkness swallowed him up.

 A path of red droplets began on the path as he kept running, bright scarlet and causing dread to well up in his chest. The drops turned into a trickle, then into a stream, and suddenly he was wading through a river of blood. He saw Lance up ahead on the ground, unmoving and covered in crimson, the river pouring from his body. Shiro screamed as a wave of red engulfed him and swept him back into the darkness.

Shiro woke up with a cry of anguish, throwing his arm out and sitting up suddenly, shaking. Gasping for air and trembling, he covered his face with his hands and let the tears fall. 'His fault. All his fault. Lance was missing because of Shiro's stupidity, not realizing that Lance was hurting and thought he was only seen as the team joke. All his fault that Lance was gone.' Something soft brushed against his human arm, and he flinched. A mewing noise had him looking over to see Azul, the kitten they'd found under Blue's dashboard, staring at him worriedly. A louder meow, and a headbutt to the wrist. Shiro reached over with his robot prosthetic and gently rubbed the kitten's forehead, smiling through his tears at the happy purr he got in response. Black was purring too, and sent him comforting vibes through their bond.

He pulled Azul onto his lap and used both hands to run over the fluffy spine, grounding himself in the here and now with the soft brown fur under his palms. He couldn't feel the hairs with his Galran arm, but he could feel the warmth emanating from the little body currently butting his head into Shiro's stomach and purring up a storm. He chuckled and wiped away the tear tracks staining his face, and scratched under the kitten's chin with one human finger, exhaling shakily.

“Sorry kitten. Did I make you worry? It was just a bad dream, nothing you need to be concerned about.” He murmured to the little fluffball, who, he could've sworn he saw him do this, rolled his eyes and reared up to put his paws on Shiro's broad chest and boop his nose against the elder human's with a gentle huff. Shiro blinked, startled, then started laughing quietly. “You are quite a strange kitty, you know?” He chuckled, ruffling Azul's ears playfully. The kitten sneezed and shook his head cutely, before settling down and resting his head on his paws. Shiro sighed and lay back down, mouth twitching upwards as Azul wriggled forward to curl up on Shiro's chest, a purr vibrating in his throat and vibrating through Shiro's ribcage. Shiro fell asleep, this time with no nightmares to bother him, soothed by the gentle rumbles from both Black and Azul.

// Me: LetShiroRest2k17 Me to Me: yeah okay but make him suffer Me: dammit Shiro has a bad dream, poor baby ;^; lucky him, it's kitty Lance to the rescue! I had fun with this, oddly enough. Maybe i'm secretly a sadist? *shrugs * possibly. Oh well, next up is the team searching for Lance and Lance getting into trouble feat Allura's long, fluffy hair! :D Sorry this one seems shorter than the others....

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Can you do "ZAMBONI" for the letter asks? (And the prompt for Z could be like "first kiss" or something if you don't want to find one)(also sorry zamboni is long but I couldn't think of another word besides that one x))

Thank you so much for the asks! This got a really long, so I had to put it under a read more link! Anyway, thanks again! These were super fun to answer, like always~! 

((Also oh my god ZAMBONI was so fun to write god bless))

From this post!

A- Ships that you currently like a lot

ZevWarden and Morriana, totally. Of course ZevWarden, because like, of course I love Zevran and my Warden! And Morriana because of their in-game dynamic and THE DRESS IN INQUISITION GIVES ME MY QUEER L I F E

B- A pairing you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind

Morrigan x Warden. By someone, I kind of mean myself, because I was planning out my games, and was like shit I need to pair someone with Morrigan and thus, Orest was born and as he developed, I got into the ship!

I- Has Tumblr made you dislike any fandom?

Fucking VOLTRON, DUDE. I hate how fucking extra everyone is, and, controversial opinion here, the Shaladin ships disgust me. I’m not going to harass anyone over it, but I really don’t like them. But the other shippers are just as bad trying to pull out these “"receipts”“ and harassing the VAs. I follow some discourse-free blogs, which is nice, but still…

M- A character you’d like to have as a friend!

Leliana! Both of us have stuff in common, like our sexualities and our views on religion for the most part ^^ I think she’d be really nice to talk to and shop with!

N- Three things you want to see more of in your main fandom

I wish I saw more Morriana and Zevran x Human Mage! I see A LOT of Leliwarden and Zevran x Mahariel/Tabris/Surana, but not much Amell/Cousland fanart or fanfictions! Let my husband love some humans! ♡♡ (Does it count if I say I also want to see more notes on my fanfictions?)

O- Chose a song at random. What character or pairing does it remind you of?

Dear River by Kina Grannis SO reminds me of Zevran! Specifically, my Warden to Zevran, because of the lyrics. I, in terms of my Warden, really feel like the song is about Zevran, coming along and just sweeping him off his feet. And the feeling, in the beginning of their time together, felt so temporary I can’t help but really get emotional when I listen to it. Here’s a link to the music video~♡

Z- Fandom Ramble! (First Kiss!!)

Hope you don’t mind me taking your little prompt of “First Kiss” and writing some tiny ficlets for my Wardens! I went a little overboard with this… but I hope you appreciate this peek into my Wardens’ love lives ^^

Redren: Prudent was never something Redren considered himself to be. Born in a whorehouse and later raised by a girl with so little shame, he never thought he’d be so flustered. With how pretty he was, how he listened, how he complimented him. Did this elf have no shame? No anxiety? No desire to keep his head on his shoulders? So when the flirting started all but the moment after his life was spared, Redren hadn’t the faintest idea how to handle it. He caved, allowing for this Antivan massage, so obviously a trap, a way for him to face his own desires without saying yes with a clear head. But it didn’t turn out like that. Zevran, for it was in his very nature itself for him to do so, joked and flirted, but all but shied away from doing anything like Redren had assumed he would. So when it was over, his back and shoulders feeling better than they had in years, he hardly noticed the kiss that was planted on his cheek before Zevran slipped away into the dark. A blink was all it took for the pale skin feel as if it were set ablaze. His cheek was on fire because of something. Embarrassment? No, no he didn’t feel embarrassed. He couldn’t pin it, it was both frustrating and fulfilling. But whatever it was, he wanted to feel it again. And again. And again.

Faelyn: Nelaros! Nelaros was his name! Oh, Nelaros, Nelaros, Nelaros! Faelyn couldn’t contain her excitement. After so many years of waiting, waiting, waiting, her husband was finally chosen! From Highever, no less! The whole idea made her giddy, so excited she wore Shianni out not even ten minutes after getting the news, bouncing around and giggling and laughing. Nelaros! Maybe this all meant that father believed her capable, that she was smart enough to be a useful wife. So long she’d believed she wasn’t, so anxious, thinking that perhaps, yes, only perhaps, she’d be stuck cleaning taverns’ tables until she died. But now with Nelaros, oh how she loved to say his name, Nelaros, my Nelaros, she could have those babies like she dreamed of, a beautiful bride to be a glowing mother, to make the others see that I’m capable! I’m smart enough! My husband, he loves me! See, see, look! I can be what you all said I wasn’t enough to be! And she was so happy when she saw him, when he didn’t care about the way she sounded when she talked, when her teeth got in the way of her tongue, when she forgot what she was saying halfway though. She promised to be a good girl, to wait until wed to kiss him, for that was the rule of the weddings. She didn’t care, as long as she got her kiss in the end, with a little iron ring around her finger, slipped on by her beloved. But when she kissed him, oh how cold his lips were. The tears flowing down her cheeks weren’t the happy ones like she’d dreamed they’d be. The ring in his pocket felt ten times its weight, lead pulling her pretty little hand to the dirt. His lips, so cold, too cold. This corpse wasn’t her husband. It couldn’t be! It couldn’t be, it couldn’t be, it couldn’t be! Her dress, once so pretty, so white, now such an ugly colour, so red, so filthy. She had given this kiss to a corpse, a dead man on the floor, stained in the same ugly colour her hands were. Shianni, as much as she tried, couldn’t tear her grip from the corpse’s shirt. She was supposed to stay with this husband of hers. Till death do us part, how unfair when it came so soon. Oh, Nelaros, Nelaros, Nelaros.

Orest: What counted as a kiss? Was it when a brother or a sister says goodnight? Was it when a mother or a father wishes you luck on a hunt? Or was it something more, a feeling rather than an action? Because whatever a kiss was, it was happening right now. Tamlen’s mouth was on Orest’s mouth, and whoever had moved first was anyone’s guess. How taboo for two men, never to be bonded, to share such an experience. What did this mean? Nothing could come from this pair, no children to carry on the Dalish blood. But it felt good. So good, like a silent mouth had no right to be. Whatever he felt was addictive, Tamlen’s skin underneath his fingertips was a rush, something so foreign yet so familiar. Tamlen hummed into his lips, sending this rush down his abdomen, igniting this fire of lust. How anyone could resist this feeling was a mystery for the ages, how anyone could live in the darkness, not knowing the feeling of someone against their skin like he once had was unanswerable. So they kept it up, with Tamlen the first to pull back. A promise was made, to do this again, because whatever it was, perhaps love, perhaps just teenage play, it felt good. This experiment certainly required more study.

Andrea: She was expected to marry a man of equal stature to her, an Arl’s son, or some other nobleman. She minded not, of course, if it was what her family desired, she would learn to desire it as well. And how bad could one man be? Her family was what mattered, and if she had to add one member, and likely more with her future children, she would adapt and carry on. But that ended. That possibility, blown out like the brief candle life was. She grieved, and she cried, and she never moved on. But he made it easier. He was foolish, and a bastard, not her equal, but the longer she watched, she grew to realize he was so much more than her. He cared, and he listened, and he let her sleep alongside him as the sky cooled and the leaves changed. He was all she was not, and she began to wonder if, perhaps, she was falling. The realization hit her like a blunt sword; the blow wan’t fatal, yet it hurt, it made her whole being reel on impact. But she let herself be swept away by this bastard King, by Alistair. So when he cupped a large, gentle hand against her chin, she tilted her head upward, letting him connect their lips. How soft his lips were, contrasting so greatly to the scratching of his stubbled chin. She felt his hands trail downward, gripping her full hips, so improper, so unbecoming of a noble, yet she allowed him to pull her closer, armor clinking against armor. Because he wasn’t a noble, he was Alistair. And in that moment, she realized it didn’t matter. Nothing in this Blighted world did, and if that was so, she was going to kiss this bastard over and over again.

Hundir: For a prince, especially one of the Dwarven kingdom, feelings were so unnecessary. They made a man weak, clouded his head with nonsense, useless sentiment that only served to pull the rug out from underneath his feet. So when he started to grow so close with him, with that trusted soldier, of what he near dared address as a friend, it frightened him. He kept it hushed, feelings so useless, so unheard of. And it wasn’t until the door was closing did he regret it. He reached out, to grab the disgraced warrior’s beard, pulling him close, planting that kiss upon his lips. It was short, hardly a second before he was pulled away and the doors to the Deep Roads shut behind him. That feeling of another man’s lips upon his own was so strange, but it felt destined, like it was meant to happen, the Stone moving his feet to do it. His hands shook as he stepped forward into the darkness of the tunnels, the handle of his battleaxe gripped in his gloved hands all that kept him from turning back, to pound on the door, to scream let me out! Let me out! Gorim, please, let me go with him! Let me live upon the surface with my warrior, please! Honor be damned, he didn’t care. But he moved forward, desperate to find these Wardens, to go with them, to find his warrior on the surface.