#ONE SIDED RIVALR- *is shot*

[jalapenobee]

one day kenta will find out that reo told kanata (and by extension, nayuta) that they were rivals and there will be violence

[hispipsqueak]

Brother Ushijima and little sis NSFW?

ajkajfkhdsfjkldsfh I LOVE.

I have spent all morning writing this because holy shit this is a delicious idea. Thank you for the big brain request, anon <3 - Pip

TW: DARK CONTENT - OBVIOUSLY INCEST (don't come for me, i'm warning you rn), big bro ushi, lil sis reader, afab reader, unprotected sex, jealousy, dubcon, Oikawa makes an appearance, public-ish sex, a lot of "big brother" talk.

Also they are wearing matching jerseys bc that to me is *chefs kiss*

Everyone is over 18+ DARK CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

You know what you’re doing.

At least, that’s what Wakatoshi tells himself as he glances at you cheering for him in the stands, your cropped jersey that matches his riding up on you as you bounce around screaming his name. 

He’d like to make you scream his name for another reason.

God, he knew it was fucked up. He shouldn’t have these feelings for you. But who could blame him when you paraded around him in your tight shorts and crop tops, hands massaging his sore muscles after a long day at practice? He wasn’t as oblivious as people perceived him to be, knew that his teammates looked forward to you coming to his practice to ogle your ass when you innocently picked up volleyballs or watch your chest bounce as you hopped up and down clapping for them.

Still, no one dared to try anything on you, resorting to jacking off to the thought of you, Wakatoshi’s hot little sister. 

And he liked it that way.

Until, Tooru Oikawa.

Wakatoshi had always held a respect for Oikawa. He was a strategic athlete, a fierce competitor on the court that he enjoyed rivalring. But when he saw him walk over to you, you giggling over something Oikawa said, him cocking his head to the side as he flirted with you, causing you to bite your lip flustered…well, Wakatoshi was pissed.

He slammed his hand onto the ball, sending it barrelling to the floor on the opposite side of the net. He shot a glance to you, glad to see your attention was back to the game and your big brother, your eyes wide. Good.

The rest of the game was uneventful and Wakatoshi wiped sweat from his brow as he walked off the court, heading to the locker room. The crowd hadn’t completely dispersed, and it took a moment before he could find you, something he rarely had to do since you were usually one of the first onto the court.

Of course, you were chatting with Oikawa, giddily handing him your phone as he typed something into it. His hand was on your shoulder as he handed you the phone back and he must have felt the burning flames from Wakatoshi’s glare because he looked up at him, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Wakatoshi hadn’t even been aware he was walking towards you until his hand gripped your arm. Flustered and embarrassed, you looked up at him.

“ ‘Toshi, I – “ Your sentence was cut off as he dragged you away, back towards the locker room. The rest of the team had already finished packing up, and the few stragglers that remained hurried out after seeing the murderous look in his eyes. He glared down at you and your stomach dropped. It was silent for a moment, and he towered over you. You felt the cold metal lockers digging into your back.

Then his hands were on your body, cupping your breasts roughly as he kissed your lips, your lipgloss smearing across your cheek as your hands pressed up against his broad chest. You opened your mouth to protest, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. It was heavy and wet and messy and this was wrong, so wrong in so many fucking ways, but why were you aroused? He was your big brother, your protector, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You had seen the girls who clamored around him, had heard him in his room, soft grunts and panting when he thought everyone was asleep and now you wondered if he was thinking of you those nights when his hand was gripping his cock, the cock that you could feel pressed up against your thigh right now. Was it your name that ghosted his lips as his hot cum splattered against his sheets? Did you want it to be?

He pulled away, and your head was swimming with confusion, the what the fuck did I just do rattling in your brain and yet the other voice, the voice that begged you to keep going, to see how far this rabbit hole could take you, whispered in your skull. It wasn’t until you looked at your hands that had gone to fists of protest to gripping his jersey, the same jersey that you wore now,  that you realized you didn’t want to stop.

Wakatoshi looked down at you, your lips swollen and bruised from his roughness and your chest rising and falling with every breath. But you wanted this, your eyes were heavy lidded and he could see you squirm. You wanted to be his.

“You belong to me.”

Your voice was shaky but sure. “I belong to you…big brother.”

Fuck, he didn’t know how he didn’t cum right there. The reminder of just how wrong it was, or maybe it wasn’t, it shouldn’t feel this good if this was wrong, right? He could think about it later. All he knew was he had to have more of you, lay claim to your body, the body that belonged to him and only him. After all, you carried his name, you had to be his.

His mouth was on yours, hands shoving down your shorts and finding your panties soaked. He could feel the thin fabric drenched in your arousal, and he could feel the tiny bows that decorated the front. Another reminder that you were his because he knew these panties, had seen them in your laundry at home and wanted to rip them off your body, keep them for himself and smell your excitement over him, over your big brother. He wanted to taste them, rub them around his cock while he jacked off to this memory. Though maybe now, he wouldn’t have to hide his desire for you at home. It would be easy to slip into your room at night, fuck you against your four poster bed, trying to stay quiet as you took his fat cock deep inside your cunt.

His thick fingers slid inside you and you gasped as he finger fucked you. His other hand pressed against your mouth to keep you quiet, though he wanted to let them hear you, hear you crying over him. He sucked bruises on your neck, tasting your skin and he could smell your perfume, intoxicating him. He wanted more of you, he needed more of you. His thumb ran over your clit. You cried into his hand as he circled your tight bundle of nerves, fingers fucking into deeper and deeper, stretching you out to prepare you for his length. His hand left your mouth as he pushed up your top and his mouth was on your chest, lapping and sucking at your tits as you moaned his name, your hands tugging at his dark hair.

You could feel your cunt clench around his fingers, your thighs shake as you approached your high. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes closed as he whispered into your skin.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum for me, baby.” 

That was all the encouragement you needed and you exploded onto his hand, stars dancing in your eyes. His fingers were drenched, your slick dripping down his wrist and he had to have you. You hadn’t even come down from your orgasm before he was positioning himself against your hole, his cock thick and veiny and if you were of any saner mind, you would have protested at how big it was, how it would never fit.

He slid into you, your tight walls squeezing him in and tears flooded your eyes as your body stretched to accommodate his entire length. The head of his cock pressed against the deepest parts of you, so tightly it almost hurt and you breathed sharply, attempting to relax. Slowly, he slid out, leaving the tip inside before rocking back inside you. His pace was steady and you felt adoration for how slow he was going, letting you ease into this though you could tell by the flush of his face that he wanted more of you, wanted to fuck you harder.

You rocked your hips, allowing more of him in, silently pushing him to go faster and he fucked into you. You saw fireworks every time his cock kissed your cervix and the gummy walls squeezed around him tightly. 

“Fuck, ‘Toshi!” your voice was music to his ears as you panted his name, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “So good!”

“Mine. You – belong – to – me.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust of his hips and you nodded, your eyes opening to meet his. You looked drunk on him, your pupils blown and your lips puffy. 

“I belong to you. Only you, big brother.” Your breathing was heavy and he could feel your body clamp down on him even tighter. He knew you were close and he pounded into your sweet cunt, trying to force himself impossibly deeper inside. He wanted to paint your insides with his cum, claim your body as his own, mark you in ways you could never forget.

“I love you, ‘Toshi.” Your lips found his and he fucked mercilessly into you, feeling his cock throb with his orgasm as you moaned into his mouth. He growled as he spilled inside you, your pussy milking him for every drop as he pushed himself deep inside you, desperate to fill you with every last bit of him.

The locker room was quiet, save for the sound of both your heavy breathing and maybe he imagined it, but he felt that he could see the slight bulge of cum in your belly from him, and his hand rubbed your skin gently, calloused fingers against your soft tummy.

He took the look of you in, disheveled hair, smeared makeup, your jersey and shorts haphazardly thrown back on in an attempt to cover yourself and he swelled with pride. 

You were his. And now everyone would know it.

[notalittlebutalottie]

Oh!!!! Caroline and Klaus are both attorneys on opposite sides of a case. They are litigating which party can go to which social venue on which days (I've actually dealt with this shit) and both of them are fed up with their clients for being ridiculous.

Hey, I hope you’re doing well. I wanted to fulfil something small for you and this was sitting in my drafts just begging to be finished!

♡ KLAROLINE DRABBLE #56: The Coffee Shop on Third ♡

It had taken Caroline some convincing but as Katherine was utterly incapable of playing nice, she agreed to represent her in the divorce. She liked Stefan and she couldn’t say she approved of Katherine’s actions but the choice opposing council was already introducing some bias. If his best man was representing him, then her maid of honour would help balance things out.

Klaus had sent her a message prior to their first proceeding not long after she agreed to it.

I look forward to a good and clean fight, sweetheart.

Naturally, she spent the following ten minutes debating on the level of flirtation she could get away with. Ever since the wedding, they had cultivated a fine friendship of equal parts provocative and rivalrous. Their views on the law and general courtroom etiquette differed—he was Law and Order while she was more Legally Blonde—but their obvious physical attraction was undeniable. At group events, they engaged in lengthy debates, always itching to just say to hell with it and let the alcohol take charge. Yet they had done all but crossing that line.

Afraid to get your hands dirty?

She had chewed on her nails after sending it. She didn’t usually take such a bold route but the wine she had been drinking that night was mighty encouraging.

If you’re willing, game on.

So far, the proceedings had gone smoothly. Stefan got their apartment, their dog (Katherine was never really a pet owner) and their television. Simple. That was until it came to social venues. She laid her pen over the papers and stated, “My client believes it’s only fair she gets the coffee shop on Third as she was the one who introduced your client to it.” She watched Klaus carefully, trying to evade any and all ogling of him in that well-tailored suit. Though they talked law, they had never seen each other in action and now that she had? She was interested in another type of action.

Stefan interjected before either council could reply or add, “Well, if your client believed in fairness, she wouldn’t have slept with my brother.” He was leaning far into the table, shooting daggers at Katherine, who was coolly inspecting her nails.

Klaus sighed and began to place a hand out on the table. “Stefan, mate.” Caroline pressed her lips tightly at the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing. It was really the last thing she should have been thinking about during the deterioration of their friends’ marriage but it was so easy to get caught up in the idea.

Katherine hummed, “Maybe I wouldn’t have slept with your brother if you hadn’t been flirting with my cousin.” She finally gave him eye contact and grinned.

“Elena and I were just friends!” Stefan argued, gesturing wildly. Caroline couldn’t help the small smile on her lips (Stefan had always had a soft spot for Elena) and when she found Klaus staring right at her with the same expression, she bit down.

“Yeah?” Katherine, as grandiose as ever, rose from her seat, the six-inch heels she had insisted on wearing only adding to the drama. She rested her fingertips on the table and leaned forward to whisper, “How was your date last night?”

“That happened after you slept with Damon,” he retorted, his whole face scrunching at the words. She exchanged a blank look with Klaus. They all knew that wasn’t strictly the truth. Emotional cheating was just as detrimental to relationships. It just so happened Katherine was the one inclined to the physical. Stefan eventually huffed and flitted his hand out. “Fine. You can have the coffee shop. I get the bistro.”

“Now, that’s unfair!” It was Katherine’s turn to raise her voice. Caroline tugged her by the wrist, encouraging her to sit down. Katherine obliged, thankfully, but there was no chance of such obedience occurring in any other context. “You know that bistro is the only place I’ll eat burgers from!”

Stefan offered a short smirk, folding his arms tightly. “Then I want the coffee shop on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That’s when you can have the bistro.”

Katherine’s eyes widened and she not so politely, pointed out in offence, “I’m a vegetarian on Tuesdays, you asshole!”

Klaus shot a dull look Caroline’s way and she nodded. She took Katherine by the arm and leaned away from the table to whisper, “Can’t you be a vegetarian on Wednesdays?”

“Absolutely not!” Katherine whispered back with a sharp tone. She then gestured loosely to her body, eyebrows raised. “My modelling agency has me on a strict meal plan.”

Caroline’s brows knitted closely. “Then why the hell do you want the bistro so badly?”

“I don’t really,” Katherine murmured, a small laugh choking out under her breath, “I just want to piss him off.”

Caroline’s lips parted as she watched her friend shrug. “Jesus, Kat...” she groaned, rubbing her temples. She loved the girl but she could stand to be a little less...everything.

“Miss Forbes?” Klaus called softly across the table. His voice was pure heaven to her ears, the kind that she could fall asleep and wake up to.

She fluttered her eyelashes and threw a glance his way. “My apologies,” she replied abruptly, sitting up straight. “My client will accept those terms under the condition that only she may use the Mystic Nightclub on Fridays.”

“Nice,” she heard Katherine mutter beside her, undoubtedly smirking. Yes, that was more her preference than Katherine’s, but their divorce impacted her social life just as much as theirs.

Stefan was swift to whine, “But Friday is their double shot night!” It was in moments like this it was easy to remember he was the youngest in his family. The straining notes of displeasure were so obvious.

“Miss Forbes, my client has been rather generous considering the circumstances,” Klaus attempted to point out, tilting his head towards Katherine. If this were settled in a bar, she was sure his language would consist entirely of insults. Katherine had landed on her feet and in the bed of Klaus��� older, better dressed (her words) brother not long after the divorce was filed. That only added insult to Stefan’s injuries, including, but not limited to, estrangement from his own brother. And seeing as Elijah was staying with Klaus for the time being, it was complicated.

She tossed her blonde locks behind her and remained firm in her reply, “Your client can have any other day of the week.”

Klaus studied her for a moment, eyes narrowing. She had no time to consider how attractive it was; they were negotiating on their friends’ lives, after all. With the clearing of his throat and a small adjustment of his tie, he asked, “Don’t you think such an agreement might have an impact on third parties?” His brows twitched upward and his eyes searched hers.

Caroline knew exactly the reason for his question. Mystic Nightclub had been the location of one heated dance between them not too long ago. It was also where she had come to realise he was the magnet for many other pretty ladies. It wasn’t a game she would play unless she was sure to win. She traced an invisible line across the page, her pen hovering, and mused, “That depends on one of the third parties’ intentions, Mr. Mikaelson.” She offered him her blue eyes, raising an eyebrow.

“They are most pure, I assure you,” he replied calmly and the corners of his lips curled just a tad. It was a familiar expression. He had used at the club one night. One more drop of alcohol and she would have bit the bullet. Oh, she was so screwed.

“God, get a room,” Katherine finally groaned, slumping back against her chair.

Stefan squared his shoulders and nodded. “That I can agree on.”

“Fuck off, Stefan.”

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[megashadowdragon]

sanji will transform  awakening his vinsmoke alterations due to his anger over nami being hurt

Diable Jambe, although it makes Sanji stronger is more of a technique rather than a traditional power up. It’s more of a Gear 3rd rather than a Gear 2nd/4th. I believe Sanji’s next power-up will play more with the Devil theme that Oda has given Sanji. I believe Sanji will have an emotion based Hakuba like transformation, to where when he gets angry he heats up, his blood “starts boiling” and his facial expression changes. A berserk mode if you will.

In my opinion Thriller Bark was a huge playground for Oda to forshadow future abilities and power ups. Nightmare Luffy -> Gear 4th Luffy, Sanji bursting into flames -> Hell Memories, Franky’s docking - Franky Shogun, Robin’ Big Tree -> Mil Fleur: Gigantesco Mano, Zoro burning Ryuma -> Zoro’s future Fire technique (he showed interest in Kinemon’s teqnique) … and finally the scene is similar to sanji reminds me of  this panel):

so sanji will have a devil form which he reaches through anger there’s a tokusatsu that we know Oda likes, which would be a much more explicit inspiration for the Germa 66 : Kamen Rider. specifically the villainous organization shocker

Shocker was a terrorist organization that planned on ruling the world (in the original manga is shown that Shocker had some influences over the governments of the world), with virtually all of its members modified in some way. The founders had mostly Nazi ties

so it fits that germa66 not only references the nazis but the shocker organization from kamen rider

Shocker’s scientists performed surgical alterations that gave the subject superhuman fighting abilities. Even the most basic Shocker soldier was tougher, stronger and faster than the average human civilian. The most powerful of their forces were the Kaijin, modified humans who were combined with animal DNA and human cybernetics to create living weapons.

In an attempt to create the ultimate warriors, they were responsible for the rise of the very first Kamen Riders 1 and 2, whom defected and became the heroes who would ultimately lead to the fall of Shocker.

and sanji and his siblings were altered genetically

and the kamen riders specialty is the kamen rider KICK

In it Kamen Rider Black RX is a cyborg whose motif is a black grasshopper, which mirrors Sanji’s own epithet as Black Leg. Grasshoppers are known for their incredible spring like leg muscles that allow them to jump incredible heights which allow them to launch themselves in the air to fly. However he also has another motif and that is based on the sun. Kamen Rider Black RX is a photosynthetic warrior who is powered by the sun.

Since Kamen Rider is powered by the sun, he can set his legs and fists on fire to increase the lethality of his kicks and punches, which is basically what Sanji’s Diable Jambe does

and kamen rider black who sanji is partly inspired from had a transformation called the prince of anger which he  transformed when he reached a certain level of anger and this anger will cause him to transform and his hair to turn black ( oda has had many dragon ball references in one piece and this will be an inverted super saiyan and it fits for his hair to turn black since he is stealth BLack and his siblings have hair colors to match their epitaphs

I like to add that when Sanji was fighting with Judge and thought about their past, his Dj(Poele A Frire) glowed brighter than than usual.

against judge

against doffy

and sanjis raid suit is called stealth BLACK

stealth black references kamen rider black

plus on sanji resembling kamen rider black rx  who is solar powered

both sanjis experience as a child  and duval was a reference to the man in the iron mask .

Though based on a real prisoner in the late 1600’s who Louis XIV forced to always wear a velvet mask to hide his identity and who was made to serve other prisoners, one of the most popular versions of the story is that of Alexandre Dumas, translated into a film in 1998. The prisoner, now shown wearing an iron mask, was Louis XIV’s twin brother  

sanji had encountered the same fate as written in Alexandre DUMAS book (The Vicomte of Bragelonne: Ten Years Later). Declared dead for the country but condemned to wear a mask and to spend all his life in an horrible prison

and louis XIV was known as the sun king and kamen rider black rx is solar powered

and sanjis and zoros rivalry parallels inuarashi and nekomamushis rivalry ( and inuarashi is called the ruler of the day and has a group under him that reference the three musketeers by alexander dumas  (a french story ) and sanji was dressed up as a musketeer and oda said in an sbs that sanji in the real world would be french

porche-chan . tumblr . com/post/134501849916/weve-located-zoros-fashion-twinkie-everyone

We’ve located Zoro’s fashion twinkie, everyone!. One Piece, chapters 82 and 809 porche-chan . tumblr . com/post/138118772526/i-made-an-observation-a-while-back-about#notes I made an observation a while back about Nekomamushi and Zoro being fashion twinkies, but now that I think about it, Inuarashi is wearing pinstripes, which is an early Sanji trademark:

And as Wanda explains in chapter 809, Inuarashi and Nekomamushi seem to have a little bit of a volatile relationship, not unlike Sanji and Zoro:

I have no fully formed theories regarding this, really, but there doesseem to be a recent influx (i.e. since Dressrosa) of duos whose dynamics are reminiscent of Zoro and Sanji. They all seem to exhibit a rivalrous and/or combative temperament, but there is either a history or discovery of working well together. And they all share, in some capacity, characteristics relatable to Sanji and Zoro in physical appearance:

What I hope it means, though, is that we’re going to see some next level development in Sanji and Zoro’s relationship. Like, some Thriller Bark level type of stuff. porche-chan . tumblr . com/post…is-an-imposing-figure?is_related_post=1#notes Like Zoro, Nekomamushi is an imposing figure; strong, intimidating and perceptive. And like Zoro (with his naps and sake), Nekomamushi also exhibits hedonistic tendancies:

And most hilariously, they both share a general disregard for their poor, poor medical professional:

both nekomamushi and inuarashi (zoro and sanjis counterparts) losing the precise limb that could incapacitate zoro and sanjis respective fighting styles

about inuarashis similarities to sanji I have to point out that inuarashi has a group that operates under his command called the Inuarashi Musketeer Squad Among them are three minks known as the “Three Inuarashi Musketeers”, The name of the squad is a reference to the novel The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. a french story and oda stated in an sbs that sanji would be french in the real world

and this could make three allusions/connections that sanji has to the sun since inuarashi was the ruler of the day and for why  this would happen when sanji sees nami get hurt or thinks she died or hears that she got hurt badly he will lose it ​​​​​​​

this sounds like foreshadowing imagine if the transformation and awakening of the vinsmoke genetic enhancements ( which fits given his current opponent has a spider zoan and vinsmoke enhancements include an exoskeleton  )  and his hair turning black a reverse super saiyan ( where he goes from blonde to black hair ( and oda was inspired by dragon ball z  leads to a personality change bit to allow him to hurt girls like his emotions  that would get in the way of war being suppressed   and germa66 were compared to devils with one soldier asking if they made a deal with the devil  which fits with what sanji said before and this will lead up to him actually hitting ulti and/or black maria or possibly killing someone if while in his vinsmoke form his kindness and empathy turns off ( a superpowered evil side)

there was a sword in japan called kitchen knife sword which makes me think sanji will use a sword in wano and use it @monkeydluffy19920​ 

@sanjiafsincedayone​

@pernanegra​

(also sanjis vinsmoke genetics activating when he transforms will also help him tank a bullet   given @more-than-a-gentleman​ post about parallels with sanji and bellemere imagine if nami sees sanji get shot in the head but tanks it 

[shastelly]

Team - March Klance Prompts from MonthlyKlance - Day 20

Day 20 TEAM (Part 3 of the Story Began in Day 14 Distance, continued in Day 16 Rivalry)

 "It's a good plan Keith."  Allura urged.

 "I don't like it.  It splits us up too much, look what happened when we split up!"  Keith growled pointed over to where Lance was lying on the floor.  They had managed to get him bandaged up, but he was not in good shape.  The wound in his leg was serious and he would not be going anywhere very far.  Quite frankly Keith was shocked he'd gotten so far on it.  Sometimes he underestimated Lance's stubbornness.    But the most concerning injury was the head wound from being slammed in or rather through the wall.

 "I know, Keith."  Allura placed a hand on his shoulder.  "But that doesn't mean this isn't the best idea for getting us all out of here."

 "Keith, man, you know I'd be happier if we were all staying together, but I can't see how we can do that and get out of here alive."  Hunk frowned, willing Keith to agree.

 "I know Hunk, and I keep trying to think of a reason not to split up or go with your plan, but I don't have a good one.  Your plan is solid."  Keith sighed. "Okay.  Let's do it."

 Hunk's plan involved splitting the group three ways.  They would first find a safe place to keep Lance.  Keith would stand guard over him.  Hunk would provide a distraction.  He would move a relative safe distance from the troop lines around Green and start blasting them, providing a distraction as long as possible. When the Galra move to attack him, he will have to lead them away and then make a break for it and loop back around to a prearranged safe spot.  Pidge and Allura would sneak into Green while the guards are distracted and make their way to the castle bringing back Blue and Coran.

 It was risky, especially for Hunk, Pidge and Allura.  Keith wanted to be out there on the front line taking the risks, but he also wanted to be with Lance.  It was frustrating and he kept doubting whether his motives for the decision to move forward with the plan were the right ones.

 "Keith. He's awake and asking for you." Pidge called him over to Lance's side. She'd been sitting with him as they talked, having loudly declared her preference for the plan and left them to finally decide to come to the correct decision and agree with her.

 "Keith?"  Lance blinked bleary eyes, trying to find the boy in question.

 "Hey, I'm here."  Keith knelt and grabbed the hand that had reached out searching for him. "How's the vision?"

 "Are there five of you?"  Lance asked shakily.

 "No, still just the one."

 "Then it sucks, also that's probably for the best.  I'm not sure the universe is ready for five Keith Koganes." Lance's voice was weaker than usual, but his humor remained the same.

 "Better that than five Lance McClains!"  Keith retorted.

 "Ha, as if!  The universe would collapse under our sheer awesomeness."  Lance managed to grin back.  Sometimes Keith remembered how much humor kept Lance grounded, kept him sane when everything around him was too much to deal with.

 "Did you get the plan?"  Keith asked, humor wiped away.

 "Hunk's the distraction, Allura and Pidge are the message in a bottle of Green Lion, and you're stuck guarding the dead weight."  Lance sighed.

 Keith closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  He'd been expecting this.  Hunk had been expecting this.  Lance was prone to such thoughts on a good day, but combine head wound and blood loss and it was inevitable that it would be bad.

 "Lance. I would be dead right now if it wasn't for you and most likely we would all be captured.  You are not dead weight."  Keith stated firmly and evenly.  Everything he said was true.

 "Okay, granted, but then I went and got myself hurt and now I'm keeping us on this rock and putting Hunk's life in danger and leaving Pidge and Allura to get us help and…" He signed.  "I just wish I could help."

 "You can help.  Pidge has a pretty good rendering of the area around Green from the scans we made when we landed.  We need to choose our locations, where Hunk will attack from and the safest and easiest place for Hunk to hide after the attack."  Keith pulled the map up on a hologram from the device on his wrist.

 Keith had some spots in mind already, but Lance was an excellent strategist and the team's sharpshooter, his input in a plan like this was priceless.  Keith had found that reassuring Lance of his importance through words helped but give him something to do and an opportunity to prove himself and it was like a cure to his self-doubt.  And Lance never failed to prove himself.

 "Okay,” Lance squinted and blinked.  "Here, this is where we should be, fifth floor."

 "Lance we aren't looking for a sniper’s nest.  I'm a lousy shot and you can't see straight."  Keith frowned.

 "Maybe not, but my rifle still has an awesome scope and we can keep an eye on troop movement and the others as the plan goes down."  Lance argued firmly.  

 "Good. That's a good addition to the plan."  Keith nodded in agreement.

 "Okay, good."  Lance flushed with Keith's praise and seemed surprised as always by the compliment. "Hunk should start here. It's a long haul for him to get there, but his weapon has awesome power and range, and this will optimize the effect."  Lance pointed to a high rise further within the city.  "He'll want to use his jet pack instead of the stairs when he leaves and use these buildings,” Lance pointed to the map, "to stairstep down and then move over to this area to lay low."

 "Why that area?"  Keith wondered as he looked at the map.

 "It's blocked as far as line of sight to Green.  I hope they will find it an unlikely place to hide."  Lance finished a little out of breath.

 "Hunk, Pidge, Allura, come here, Lance has some improvements for the plan." Keith found it easy to admit that the only place that matched his original picks was Hunk's point of attack, but all of Lance's suggestions were good and he was prepared to implement them.

 The others gathered round, and they reviewed the plan.  Keith showed Lance where Pidge and Allura would be moving in from and Pidge outlined her back up hologram distraction that could be used if needed. They were all in agreement.  They could do this.

 Lance insisted that he walk.  Hunk wanted to carry him, but Lance wasn't having it.  He said Hunk needed to be fresh for his role and wearing him out by carrying Lance was a bad plan.  Keith hitched Lance up with an arm over his shoulder and said then by that logic he should help him since they would just be sitting and waiting for the rest of the team anyway.  Lance scowled, but a few dobashes into the trek could not deny that he needed the help. Each step was agony.  His leg throbbed mercilessly, and his back felt like all the muscles were pulled too tight and neither of those held a candle to the agony that was his head.

 Allura took point and Hunk brought up the rear.  Pidge stuck near Keith and Lance as they slowly crossed the broken city. The Galra that had been searching for Lance were either more spread out now or most of them had given up and headed back to Green because they only once had to hide from a patrol.

 It took nearly a varga to reach the building Keith and Lance were supposed to hide out in. Lance got progressively slower but refused help.  They had stopped at one point to rest when Pidge adamantly declared she needed a break, though it is not clear if she thought she was fooling anyone as her eyes kept creeping back to Lance's pale sweating face.

 "Okay. From here we split up." Keith took a deep breath. "Stay on the coms, follow the plan and stay safe.  We'll be out of here and these Galra will be regretting ever thinking they should mess with Voltron before nightfall."  He met each team member's eye and each nodded with him in turn.  

 Allura took his hand and squeezed it before leaning in and whispering in his ear, "Keep him safe."  Keith nodded while Allura leaned in to hug Lance as well.

 Pidge slugged Keith in the arm and smirked at him, "Don't you too get any ideas, just because we got you a hotel room."  Keith blushed and sputtered something.  

 While Hunk laughed and ruffled Pidge's hair, "Inappropriate humor check."  

 Pidge moved on to Lance who was grinning but also blushing, while Hunk gave Keith a full bear hug.

 "Hunk," this time it was Keith whispering.  "Be careful, move when you have to, don't wait too long." Hunk nodded, the anxiety in his eyes was not hidden from Keith.  They were both aware this was the role that Lance would normally have taken, the longer distance sniper rifle was less likely to be spotted quickly and the lanky sharpshooter could run circles around Hunk.

 Hunk moved to Lance, giving him a gentle wrap that could hardly be compared to his usual hugs.  Lance rested his forehead against Hunk’s.

 "I'm sorry."  He breathed.

 "Why? You have nothing to be sorry for." Hunk tensed.

 "I just wish I was able to go with you.  I don't like you being alone."  Lance sighed.

 "I got this."  Hunk met his eyes and though Lance read worry he could also see the determination.  

 Lance nodded and gave Hunk another squeeze, "I know you do."

 Keith and Lance made their way slowly up the stairs to the fifth floor.  Hunk reported in, Allura and Pidge reported in, progress was being made and so far, little resistance.  When they made it to the floor, Lance picked a room with a large window from which they could see Green.  There were less tall buildings on the outskirts of the city, as though the original planners had intended to provide many with a view of the large lake. Lance wondered if it had been a pretty color before the world had been wiped out.

 Keith helped him sit near the window and made sure that they were not visible from the street below.   Lance formed his bayard and looked through the scoop of the sniper rifle for Allura and Pidge.  Hunk would be at the wrong angle to see right now, but once he was in position, this room offered a view of him as well.

 "I've got a patrol coming up two blocks ahead of you."  Lance reported to Pidge and Allura.  "I can't give you an accurate count though, sorry, vision is still wonky."

 "Is that a technical term?"  Pidge laughed.

 "What's wonky?"  Allura inquired honestly.  Pidge laughed more.

 "He's saying he is still seeing at least double.  Can we bypass them, or do we need to wait them out?"  Pidge came back.

 "Wait. They are moving your way." Lance answered calmly

 "Copy that."  Pidge and Allura ducked into a building and waited while the patrol came and went.

 "Clear."  Lance chirped when the patrol was safely out of sight.  He could feel Keith hovering at his shoulder, tense.  Keith did not like having nothing to do.

 "We've reached our location."  Pidge reported about half a Varga later.

 "Almost there guys, few more stairs."  Hunk had puked once on his way up and Lance had snapped at him to slow down.  He didn’t need to run up the stairs so fast he made himself dizzy.

 "Okay everyone, once Hunk is in place and ready, we'll be a go.  Allura, Pidge, be sure to give the troops time to move away from your location.  Hunk when they hit that line we talked about; you move out of that building as fast as you can.  No waiting."  Keith reminded everyone.

 "Got it." Hunk answered.

 "For the twentieth time." Pidge snarked.

 "We understand."  Allura assured.

"Okay, I'm in position."  Hunk announced.

 Lance was being unusually quiet, but then again, he was hurting and trying to focus on watching Pidge and Allura, so Keith let it go.  

 "Alright team, let's do this."  

 Hunk's blasts rocked the line of Galra surrounding Green.  Several flew back from the first blasts as they landed right on top of the soldiers guarding the lion.  They moved and ran for cover as the shots continued to rain.  Hunk started blasting the nearby buildings they were using for cover and there was debris and dust everywhere.  The damage was too much for the Galra to ignore for long and soon Lance could see large groups of them moving off to where Hunk was stationed.

 "Coming your way, Hunk.  I'd say two thirds of them if I had to guess."  Lance spoke into the coms.

 "Give it another dobash or two."  Keith cautioned, "I'd like to see at least another group leave before you go in.  Keep doing what you are doing Hunk.  It's working."

 About three dobashes later, "Another group moving out, and great job keeping up the dust, Hunk."  

 "Okay, we are moving in."  Allura announced.  She and Pidge began to slowly make their way to Green.

 "Hunk, can you see where the first group is?"  Keith asked.

 "Um, no not really."  Hunk admitted.

 "Quiznak.  Hunk how can you tell if they're too close if you can't see them."  Lance reproached.  

 "I'm going to the other side of the building, Lance, see if I can spot them from there."  Keith started moving, "Be ready to go if I say, okay Hunk?"

 "Yeah. Okay.  How are Allura and Pidge?"

 "They are moving, too close to be talking right now."  Lance added.  He was watching Allura and Pidge navigate the rubble.  They were within a football field of reaching Green's particle barrier.  There was still a small contingent of guards at the front of the Lion.  They would notice the particle barrier dropping. "Pidge, looks like you need to use your hologram plan.  There is a group right on Green's front doorstep, they will definitely notice the glowy green wall behind them disappearing."  Lance blinked he was still seeing three Green's and it was a bit disorienting.

 Pidge hummed into the com.  It wasn't long after that the guards at the front started running away.  Lance guessed Pidge had set off the hologram, but it didn't really read in his scope, interesting to note.  

 "Hunk, you need to move.  I still can't spot them, but they have to be at the mark or past, stop firing and go." Keith ordered.

 "Okay, going."  Hunk answered.  The sound of his jet pack activating could be heard over the com.  "By the way this sucks."  Everyone could hear the little whimper as he was forced to jump from the roof and use the jetpack to guide himself down to the next roof and they all breathed a sigh of relief when his exhale indicated he'd landed safely.

 Lance watched as the particle barrier dropped and Pidge and Allura scrambled into Green. Her eyes lit up and she leapt into the air.  He tried to get up to go to Keith so he could keep an eye on Hunk, but his head spun, and his leg refused to even try to move.

 "Keith, help me over there and I can cover him."  Lance requested, though his voice sounded weak even in his own ears. He heard footsteps coming into the room and didn't even look up, expecting Keith to be there.  The sound of a metallic clank had his head whipping around and staring at the Galran droids that had entered the room.  It looked like there were ten or more, but then maybe there were only three it was hard to tell.  He spun the bayard rifle around and fired at the droids, trying to aim for the ones in the middle.  He knew he hit at least one, because it looked like there were several on the ground, but they were still coming and getting closer.

 Then there were the Keiths, all three of them, running into the room blades swirling and catching bots, throwing them around in bits and pieces.  Lance decided this is what it would be like to watch a fight through a kaleidoscope.  He had stopped firing for fear of hitting Keith.

 "Guys?"  Hunk's voice echoed.

 "Got some droids, must have been the ones that were looking for me." Lance answered though he thought his voice might have slurred some, between his injuries and everything that had happened he was really wearing out fast now.

 "I've reached my location.  I think I'm secure, but I can come your way if you need me."  Hunk seemed unsure about staying where he was.

 "No stay, if you come out, they will see you.  Besides all these Keiths seem to have this covered."  Lance answered noticing there were no longer any standing droids.

 "Lance, there is only one of me."  Keith huffed.

 "Yep, one of you and then there's one of you and another one of you."  Lance pointed to nothing on either side of Keith.

 "Fine."  The Keiths shook their heads.  Hunk snorted in laughter.

 "Paladins?"  Coran's voice echoed in the coms.  

 "Coran?"  The Keiths answered happily.  "Did Pidge and Allura get to you?"

 "Indeed, they did, Number Four and are on their way back to you now.  Number five will be arriving cloaked to retrieve Number Two and then the princess will be there in Blue to fetch you and Number three."

 "Hunk, I'm here."  Pidge announced a couple of dobashes later.  "Okay, Allura, I have Hunk."

 Suddenly Blue appeared in front of the window Lance had been looking out of, her mouth open and waiting for them.  Keith smiled as he helped Lance to his feet and with the help of the jet packs, they leapt into her waiting mouth.

 "Clear, Coran."  Allura spoke as they entered the cockpit.  

 "Blasting."  Coran fired the castle weapons destroying a Galra ship that had landed on the outskirts of the city, assuring that they would not be followed into space.

 Later that evening when Lance fell out of the cryopod into the waiting arms of his team he couldn’t help but wonder at the amazing group of people that surrounded him. Keith was holding up one side of him and Allura had the other side.

 "I love you guys."  He smiled sleepily.  

 Keith leaned forward and brushed a kiss to his forehead.  "We love you too."

 "Yeah, expect the rest of us don't love you in a kissy face kind of way." Pidge snarked.

 "Pidge, that was tame for you."  Hunk smiled at the Green paladin.

 "I didn't want to ruin the moment with a sex joke." she deadpanned.

 "Okay, moment ruined," Keith blushed.  

 "Nothing could ruin this moment, Mullet," Lance laughed.

 "Kiss him already,” Allura pushed Lance up into Keith's arms, luckily Keith was fast enough on his feet to react and keep him from falling.  

 "Sounded like an order from the Princess," Lance smiled.

 "So, it did."  Keith pressed his lips against Lance's warm lips.  He smiled into the kiss and closed his eyes deepening the pressure and slightly parting his lips to slip his tongue against Lance's.

 In the background Coran laughed, Pidge hooted, Hunk cheered, and Allura simply nodded. Never let it be said that they did not have the complete support of their team in everything that they did.

[luucarii]

With a Dash of Gin - Ch8

Meet the author, Ari, who takes nearly a week to write a chapter of a fic she had planned in her head days in advance.

Aka, I’m a mess and I’m once again sorry for the week-long wait.

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Kokichi couldn’t get himself through the door to his dorm room faster once he watched Rantaro and his sisters turn the corner. They probably heard how loud the door slammed behind him but he honestly couldn’t care less. Pressing his back to the door, Kokichi slid to the ground, face incredibly hot. He couldn’t understand for the life of him why a simple kiss on the cheek was making him so damn flustered.

“Welcome home!” That was Kaede’s voice, chipper as always.

“How was your date?” There was Kaito, voice a pitch higher than usual. Oh Kokichi definitely had a few words for him.

“You keep teasing him and watch what’ll happen.” Maki huffed and Kokichi could hear Kaito making a gruff noise as if he didn’t care.

“He’s small but he can do some real damage!” Kaede teased and Shuichi let out a laugh.

Some friends they were.

As Kokichi rushed down the small hallway and looked into the middle of the room, he glared at his group of friends sitting in a close circle with the table in the center. Textbooks and notebooks littered the table and Kokichi couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the sight. Maki was in her corner, sitting with a notebook in her lap as she scribbled down whatever she deemed necessary from the textbook. Kaito was too busy making teasing faces at Kokichi, holding his hands over his heart like an overdramatic school girl. Kaede was in one of her giggle fits, grasping onto Shuichi’s arm to keep her upright while Shuichi seemed to be attempting to catch up with the situation — he sometimes got lost with things like that.

“He’s gonna attack you.” Maki muttered as she twirled a pencil in her fingers.

Kaito kept up his act, voice raising a pitch higher as he held his cheeks in his hands, “Rantaro kissed me, oh my god!”

Kaede let out a screech, her giggles erupting into full on laughs as she banged on the table. It somehow escalated even further when she watched Kokichi fling himself over the table, lightly ruffling up Kaito’s shirt as he spat out curses in his defense. Kokichi was throughly embarrassed but he continued to fight until the two of them were playfully wrestling in the cramped space on the floor.

“Kaito, you idiot! Stop butting into my business! I can’t believe you gave him my number!” Kokichi whined aloud in-between light punches.

“Wow, he really does sound like a school girl.” Shuichi commented and Kokichi shot up and glared at him.

“Shut up!”

Kokichi pulled himself away from Kaito and took the empty space beside Shuichi, exhaling loudly as he could to calm himself down. It wasn’t like him, hell since yesterday he really hasn’t been acting himself.

“I was doing you a favor. And it worked out perfectly! You guys went on another date, didn’t you?” Kaito smiled proudly, showing his teeth and Maki sent a unimpressed flick of her eyes.

“It was a horrible date. Completely and utterly terrible.” Kokichi sighed and reached over to grab a stray notebook. 

In that time, Kaede had managed to calm down, her face flush with excitement. As she stopped to catch her breath, she hiccuped a comment. “An obvious lie, you ran in here so fast I was worried you had whiplash.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so red. Did he really kiss you?” Shuichi looked over and Kokichi pouted, rolling his eyes.

“Oh all this attention on me, how lucky!” Inwardly, Kokichi wished he could change the subject, especially knowing if he said one thing about their date Kaede wouldn’t stop talking about it. But he couldn’t just ignore the question, Kaito would end up nudging him until he broke anyway. Kokichi hated having all this sudden attention on him sorely because of the new boy he liked but he didn’t mind talking about Rantaro. The green haired boy was his new favorite topic.

“It was a simple little cheek kiss. Nothing to go crazy—“

Nothing to go crazy over. Yet Kaede was squealing.

Though in her defense, it wasn’t as if Kokichi’s first reaction was modest to begin with. 

Kaede’s eyes lit up, “you two are absolutely adorable!”

“Someone’s a fan.” Maki grumbled and Kaede scooted over to her side, leaning into her.

“Look at him! He’s like our son meeting his first love! Kokichi’s growing up.” 

Maki sighed and attempted to shove Kaede off her, “please never call me the mother of that mess of a kid.”

Kokichi grinned, arms behind his head, “awww, Mom, do you give me and Ranty your blessing?”

Her eyes narrowed into her typical cold stare, “never call me that again.” 

“I bet Maki Roll here would be a great mom.” Kaito chimed in and Maki seemed ready to leap at his throat. Both in terms of his nickname for her and his teasing. 

“When did the conversation center on me? I thought we were talking about Kokichi.” Maki sighed as she hugged her notebook and rolled her eyes.

Kokichi let out a small chuckle. “Noot anymore, we were going to talk about Kaede and Shuichih and when they’re planning on finally becoming official!”

Kaede and Shuichi’s responses seemed to be caught in their throats as they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything. Maki seemed grateful that the topic drifted from her and Kaito joined in himself, lightly teasing Shuichi by asking when he was going to ask Kaede out. Kokichi sighed in contentment at his work, once again with a clever play of words he drifted the conversation from himself. 

All according to plan.

Kokichi loved the playful conversations with his friends, though usually it would be him making all the comments. He wasn’t used to everyone teasing him. It was too different. He didn’t like it.

Hopefully the Kaede/Shuichi topic would distract everyone long enough for Kokichi to suggest studying and Rantaro would be nothing but a fleeting thought in their minds.

The lingering smell of cooking food was what led Rantaro and his sisters through the front door of their house. Rantaro knew without a doubt that Sasori was working her magic in the kitchen. Her learning wasn’t just limited to just being educational, she dabbled in some domestic interests such as cooking and little DIY projects (or “life hacks,” whatever the hell she called them).

As expected, Sasori was indeed in the kitchen, lightly humming along to whatever hit song was playing on the radio at the moment. It wasn’t usually like her to keep up to date on current music (hell, most of her playlist consisted of songs from as early as 2014) but Rantaro just assumed Eri caught her up. As the two oldest sisters, they were the closest by far, though Saki and Kazu shared a close second with their loving, albeit rivalrous relationship.

Sasori was who Rantaro always assumed was Saki’s biological sister. Bright, piercing blue eyes and silver hair extending a little past her shoulders which were currently pulled high into a ponytail while she poured spices into a small pot, she definitely resembled Saki too much to be coincidence. 

“How was the anesthesia reading?” Rantaro questioned as he leaned on one of the kitchen chairs.

“Oh I finished that a while ago. I’m taking a new look on psychology.” She turned her head and gave a small smile toward her brother before she refocused on making the food. Figuring out what she was making was always a little bit difficult since the way she made food was a little unorthodox despite following the recipe. Sasori's food always turned out amazing, on par with their appointed maid/guardian’s meals, but it was a mystery until the meal was actually served.

“Not to be that person, but Kazu’s mentioned you and a boyfriend?” Sasori didn’t look back when she asked but he could hear the sheepish embarrassment in her voice.

“I met him today. He seems decent enough.” Saki huffed, looking up at her older brother and narrowing her eyes, “you could’ve chose someone a bit taller though.”

“I think so long as he’s taller than you, Rantaro’ll be fine.” Midori chimed in and Saki glared at her in return. Saki’s height was always something to tease her for. At just a little under five feet, she was the shortest in the family not counting Chizuru. Her haughty attitude always made her seem bigger than usual so Midori and Kazu would typically call her out on her height to bring her down a few notches. It was all usually playful teasing but the older siblings knew to step in when it went too far.

“So petty.” There was the snarky remark from Kazu who seemed to hear the conversation from the other room. Chizuru and Eri followed behind her and the whole family was settled in one room, which was usually how it ended up by dinner time and late evenings. Whether it was sitting at the table for dinner or simply curling up in blankets in the living room to watch a movie, the Amami family — at least this branch of it — was very close.

The five sisters each took a seat at the table while Sasori was still working at the food. Rantaro in the meanwhile went to shower, expecting dinner to be ready by the time he came out. The bickering conversation faded slowly but surely as Rantaro turned the corner to his room. The last thing he heard was Midori asking Sasori about helping her with her summer work and Rantaro was grateful she actually asked.

While rummaging around his room for clothes, the quiet buzz of Rantaro’s phone caught his attention. He figured it was Kokichi at first, maybe calling to distract himself from the study session — which Rantaro would have to find some way to sweetly encourage him to get back to studying. The caller ID was a person he hadn’t heard from in a while: the father appointed maid and guardian for Rantaro and his sisters. She was essentially a second mother to them all but for the past few months she was stationed in Tokyo with Rantaro’s father. There really wasn’t much Rantaro knew about the situation, according to both the maid and his father, it was nothing they needed to worry about.

Upon seeing the name, Rantaro already assumed it was a heads up about her coming home. It was really the only thing that logically made sense considering how little he knew of his father’s situation.

“Rantaro? I can’t be on for long but I needed to call and check up on you and the girls. Is everything alright at home?” 

“Yeah, same old really. Though with summer break coming up Sasori, Eri and I are gonna be pretty busy keeping up with Kazu and the others.” Rantaro could only imagine how many plans Midori and Kazu would end up making with their friends.

“I’m still here with your father. Something important came up and I can’t leave anytime soon. He’s ordered me to stay here with your other siblings until further notice.” There was something else in her voice that Rantaro couldn’t quite catch but wariness edged in his stomach.

“I’ve got it, don’t worry about it. Keep an eye on him for me, okay?”

She hummed a response before mumbling a quick goodbye and cutting off the line. Rantaro threw his phone on the bed and sighed, running a quick finger through his hair. He shouldn’t have been thinking too deep into it.

Everything was fine.