#because I want to (man- gene is MY character if I wanna make them taller I will you nerd)

[moon9931]

yeah, he's evil

but like

hes still little

and like

im taller

@sticklovezone

YANK

[vorish-musing]

One Last Job (Part 1/2)

its been awhile! sorry its been while, my passion has been killed for a while, but it has come back with a vengeance! thought it would be fun to split this monster of a fic into two parts so you don’t have to wait as long for content. 

Warnings #1: this has spoilers for the show Barry on HBO, if you do not want to be spoiled then you have been warned. this show deals with graphic violence (the main character is a hitman) and if you are not okay with the talk of murder do not read this fic. 

Warning #2: this is a story that features Soft, Safe, unwilling vore. with this comes talk of digestion, death, murder, none of this actually happens if none of these are what you like, I advise you to move on. this also features cursing, and a bit of violence

“Fuches, I told you I’m done.” Barry spoke over the phone to his former partner, his voice on the verge of yelling, but he was trying to keep his voice down; he didn’t want any of his friends to hear. 

He sat on the steps near the theatre building, script in one hand, phone in the other. He was supposed to be memorizing his lines, but a certain someone from his past had other plans. He kept looking around frantically, just to make sure nobody was watching or listening in. so far, he was in the clear.

“Just one more! Come on Barry it’ll be simple, you don’t even need to do the dirty work!”  

Barry didn’t answer, his face contorting into a look of confusion “then what do you need me for? You can get anyone to do your dirty work” 

He looked around once again, left… then right…. Still in the clear, his voice stayed monotone to Fuches, but the man was shaky on the inside, he and Fuches haven’t spoken for a few weeks, and their last confrontation wasn’t exactly pleasant. 

“Well, none of them have your talent, come on Barry, the price is high, I’ll pay you--” 

“No” Barry’s eyes bulged as Fuches words, getting a bit flustered. 

He didn’t get to hear the price; he had already hung up. His heart pounded, why would Fuches mention that? Barry had long since retired that ability when it came to jobs. He had used his...talent before, but not to finish a job.

He sat there for a few moments, before grabbing his script, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut. 

“Fuches hasn’t mentioned it ever since that last time I did it. Why now? We only did it when we needed to transport a hit somewhere…” 

Barry’s mind spun as he tried to read the script, but he just couldn’t. He almost felt sick at the idea of him using his… abilities again. 

He liked to use it sparingly, only for the highest payer, and made sure nobody but Fuches and Him would know about it.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but when he had opened them, his script was much smaller, like the page had shrunk in his hands. Or maybe….

“Shit!” Barry looked down at himself, he must’ve grown a foot or two taller, he tensed his body, focusing back on shrinking to normal size, which was fairly quick. The man frantically looked around, trying to see if anyone was there to witness him. 

Left? clear...Right?.....Clear. 

He let out a sigh of relief, his powers were acting up, great. He forgot they existed for a while, which was nice. Perhaps they were coming back with a vengeance since he hadn’t even thought about them for a while. 

“Barry! Gene told me to come get you.” Sally opened the door at the top of the steps, making Barry frantically turn around, bringing his hand to his hip, where his gun used to be, one of the many bad habits he needed to get over. 

Sally gave him a strange look, still smiling “you okay?” 

Barry cringed a bit, “Uh yeah, sorry. I just don’t feel that good” he walked up the stairs, meeting her, she just nodded, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. This made him smile as well, but the sinking feeling inside of him soon took over once again. 

“One lie after another, good job Berkman... “ he just sighed, following her footsteps, she then turned around, about to say something else to him, but paused, looking up at him. 

“Have you always been this tall? I feel like I have to look higher up when talking.” She laughed, looking down at his shoes, checking to see if they were elevating him more, nope. “okay I must be going crazy because you definitely look taller than normal” She laughed. 

Barry just looked down at himself, “yeah uh, would you give me a moment to look over my lines again? Just briefly, I wanna make sure this is good” 

That look came back onto Sally's face, she cocked her head to the side slightly, “okay, just no more than two minutes. Not even two minutes, one. Okay?” 

Barry nodded quickly, watching as Sally walked to the main area of the building, once she was out of sight, he bolted to one of the costume mirrors. He sighed in relief. It had only been a few inches of height added, but it was enough to make Sally notice, he quickly shrunk back down, spending the next few moments calming himself down. 

He then walked to the main area quickly, sitting right next to sally, he looked stone faced, but deep down he was terrified, what if he couldn’t control it next time? What if it was more than a few inches, what if he just turned giant? 

He couldn’t think of that now. It would only make it worse. 

“Barry, Nice of you to join us.” Gene spoke, a little sour tone in his voice, “are you ready to perform tomorrow?” 

Barry Blinked “Tomorrow?” he had thought it was today. His heart slowed with the anxiety of performing lowering. 

“Too much wind outside making you fucking deaf? Yes tomorrow.” gene threw his hands in the air in a defeated gesture. 

Barry just shook his head “sorry Mr. Cousineau. I am ready” 

Gene just gave him a look, the same look sally gave him at the steps, it made his stomach drop. Gene then turned back, beginning to teach once again.

Barry couldn’t pay attention, his focus was all on not growing again, his leg was bobbing up and down, and it felt like he was holding his breath. 

It hurt to hold his abilities back like this, he never had to before, whenever he would use them, usually he didn’t need to hold them back from anybody because they would end up…

Dead…. 

‘Deep breath, stay normal….’

Suddenly, his phone began buzzing once again, making him jump, turning the attention of the class to him. He looked around nervously, then down at his phone.

The number had no ID, but he knew exactly who it was. 

“Do you want to take that, Barry?” Gene asked, genuinely, seeing the look on Barry’s face. 

He just nodded, apologizing quickly before walking backstage into one of the empty rooms, closing the door and answering the call quickly. 

“I said no.” 

“Hear me out, Barry.” Fuches spoke, sounding desperate “I need you to do it, if anyone knows what I’m planning I’m dead. If anyone catches wind of this phone call I’m dead”

“Get one of the Chechens to do it. I’m done.'' Barry spat into the phone, just wanting to be over this already “why does it have to be me. There’s easier ways to kidnap a person” 

“I fucking can’t” Fuches sighed loudly “it’s Hank” 

Barry paused, “What?” something told him that he wouldn’t like the next sentence out of Fuches mouth

“The Chechens need a real leader, not some bald guy floundering around. If he’s gone I can lead the empire of Chechens in America. I know you don’t like him either so its a win win” 

“You don't mean… you want me to eat him? And not…”

Barry’s heart sunk, sure he didn’t see eye to eye with Hank, only because he was part of his secret hitman life, but he didn’t want the man dead. Especially not that way. 

“I need you to eat him, you get a meal, I get an army, win win?”

His mind was spinning, he could hear Fuches speaking, but couldn’t register a thing. He hung up the phone, dropping it on the ground, he could feel all of his composure breaking apart. 

He could feel memories of past trauma swarm him all over, the guilt, the regret, the pain of what being a hitman did to him, he had never wanted to kill anyone using his abilities, he never would do that on purpose.

He slammed his hand on a nearby desk, falling to the ground on his knees and letting out a yell he couldn’t control himself, anger was bubbling up inside of him. 

He wasn’t just asked to kill again, no… he was asked to murder a friend so his enemy could rule a whole mafia. The sheer audacity of the matter made his heart pound, he didn’t even notice how much he had grown in a matter of seconds. 

What would happen if he didn’t take the job? He changed his position, his knees at his chest holding his head, would he tell? Nobody would believe him. But if they did… he didn’t want to know what would happen. 

He only snapped out of it when he felt his head hit the ceiling, dust from floating down as he did so. He looked around, letting out a sigh, holding his face. This was getting out of hand.  He was a giant. No way he could hide this for long.

“Why am I doing this?” he muttered to himself “I used to be so much better at this” 

Well, he was out of practice, he didn’t have a need to size shift for a few years. He used to be an expert on it. 

Then all of a sudden there was a knock at the door, his heart stopped. 

“Barry? Is everything okay?” 

Sally….Shitshitshit!

He was trying to think of something to say, but it was too late. The knob twisted the door open, and all he could do was blurt out “wait!’, covering his mouth at the volume.

Sally looked slightly around, walking into the room, letting the door creak shut, before her eyes snapped over to Barry, who had shuffled to the other side of the room, away from her. 

She dropped her phone in complete shock, her hand was visibly shaking, her mouth a little agape at the sight. She wanted to believe she was seeing things, but he was truly there.

“Sally” Barry spoke quietly, his eyes wide and terrified, he probably looked crazy to her ‘’Let me explain…” 

Before he could get another word out, she turned around, running to the door, pulling it open in a hurry, then closing it as she escaped, he could hear the sound of her shoes running down the hallway. 

“Fuck…” he ran his hands through his hair, pulling it slightly. He quickly made himself shrink back down. The dizzying effect of the shrinking caused His head felt as if it was going to explode. 

He stood there for a few seconds, wobbling back and forth, letting the dizzying feeling leave, before grabbing Sally’s phone, then leaving the room. He held his breath; she could’ve told the class already. What if they believed her? It was even worse to think that they wouldn’t and would just think she’s crazy. 

As he came back into the main area, everyone was normal, acting the same way as if he had left. His eyes met Sally's, and she gave him a horrified look, which made his heart shatter. He could almost start crying right there. 

He shamefully walked to his seat beside her, her spine instantly tensed, like she was ready for anything, but he just sat there, pretending to listen to Gene drone on. 

He could tell she wasn’t listening either. Her brain was most likely full of questions and panicked thoughts too. 

Now his problems kept doubling, first Fuches now this? How was he going to get out of this, he can’t just let the Chechens be run by Fuches, and while he didn't always like Hank, he was a good leader, he didn’t deserve to die.

Then a lightbulb hit his head. 

He could take the job and expose Fuches to Hank without him knowing until its too late. It would be perfect. He would just have to shrink the man, hide him for a few days, make Fuches think he’s won, then bring him back to normal. 

“Alright, that's enough for today” Gene sighed, snapping Barry out of his scheming “I’ll be in my office, see you tomorrow” he waved the class goodbye, going into the back without another word. 

Barry immediately turned to Sally, she flinched, but didn’t turn his way. 

“Sally, please.” Barry spoke softly “Can I explain?” 

She pretended to ignore him, going for her phone that was supposed to be in her sweater pocket, he watched for a few moments as she searched for it, he then pulled it out of his pocket 

“You dropped this when you...left” He handed it to her, it was then when she turned, grabbing her phone carefully, staring at him as she did this. 

She reminded him of a deer in the headlights of a car, fearful of any move she would make. 

“You can’t say anything to anyone about this, please.” he pleaded with her, desperate to keep this a secret. 

She looked away, but nodded her head, maybe afraid of what would happen if she didn’t agree with him. 

“I have to go, we can talk tomorrow?” he looked around, then back at her, no eye contact. There was hesitation, but a slight nod. 

Without another word, Barry stood up, and quickly walked out, pulling his phone out, dialing one of Fuches multiple numbers. 

‘God… I hope this works’

As soon as he pressed the call button, the phone was answered “Barry?” Fuches seemed shocked to hear back from the man after being hung up on for the second time that day. 

“I’ll do it”

“What? You will?!” he cringed, hearing the delight in Fuches’ voice. He hated making that slimeball happy “fuck yeah. I knew you would. We can meet up and I’ll give you the details.” 

No. no meeting up. Fuches would see right through him. He quickly thought of a plan, “I’m doing it now, give me the cliff notes” Barry unlocked his car, getting into it, turning the engine on. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. 

It almost gave him a rush. He missed this part about being a hitman, being one step ahead...but of course it ended with murder, it felt nice there was really no murder this time. 

Fuches stammered on the other end of the phone, surprised at his sudden eagerness “oh, I guess that works too…. I was thinking maybe ten...no twenty thousand” 

“Its free. This is my fucking last job. Think of it like I’m paying you that money to leave me alone” 

Silence. 

“Okay, sounds like a plan. Hank’s at home. Have fun”  Barry made a noise in slight agreement “make it look like he disappeared, no body, you keep that.” Barry felt nauseous at the words Fuches spoke, it was almost like the man wasn’t talking about a living, breathing person. “oh. And one more thing…Once it done, I’m going to need proof, just so you don’t flake out on me.”

 Barry blinked “how am I supposed to show you proof?” 

“I don’t know, send a video of him struggling in there, or just kill him first I really don’t care, just do it so I can get what I want, and you could get what you want”

Before Barry could say another word, the call disconnected. He let out a huge sigh, turning his phone off quickly, just to be extra careful, he didn’t know if it was bugged and he couldn’t let Fuches know anything. 

Barry drove out of the parking lot, the whole trip in silence, no music, no talking to himself, just thinking. 

He didn’t know why he was doing this; he didn’t want another person knowing about his power, it could just be another person who would try to exploit him like this. but he couldn’t just tell Hank to lay low, Fuches wanted proof and he wanted Hank dead. There was no getting out of this. His plan had to work. 

As he drove, his mind wandered back to Sally, his chest tightened. He didn’t know what to say to her, he couldn’t tell her the truth, not the whole truth. He could just tell her the basics. 

Would she listen? Maybe so, maybe not. He had to try anyways. It would be her choice to listen.

As he got closer and closer to Hank's location, Barry felt his heart sink lower. He never felt this way before, this wasn’t as bad as killing someone, why is he more nervous about this than that? 

As he finally got to the location, He parked his car a few houses away, but didn’t get out of the car just yet. He sat there for a few moments, thinking about what to do, if he was really going to do this.  He could just turn the car around, go talk to Sally, go home, sleep, literally anything would be better than doing this.

Barry took a deep breath in and out, then opened the car door. He walked down the street, looking around carefully, he had a bad feeling, but at this point, it could mean anything. 

As Barry moved closer to the house, he paused. Seeing Hank in the front lawn, talking on the phone to someone. Barry's spine straightened, he tried to hide his look of surprise, and relaxed once more. 

“Oh yeah, well I’m excited to see him, can’t wait to catch up.” Hank spoke happily into the phone, unaware of the danger he was in. “bye-bye!” he waved to nothing as he hung up the phone, strange man. Barry was impressed that he ran an entire mafia group with that attitude. 

Hank turned around, head down, placing his phone in his pocket. As he looked up, his eyes met Barry’s, his demeanor immediately lit up. 

“Hey man! What a coincidence! Fuches just called saying you 're coming over to talk business.” Hank walked to the door,  motioning for Barry to come in. 

Fuches called to make sure Barry would do the job, great. Sometimes he would forget that Fuches was as smart as he is. 

Barry Nodded, walking up the steps, meeting Hank at the door. 

“I thought you quit?” Hank opened the door, walking into the building. 

“So, did I, there's uh...one job I need done. Then I’m out.” Barry almost felt evil, Hank wouldn’t suspect a thing, if it we’re like the old times, this would’ve been the easiest Hit to date. “Do you want to go somewhere more private? 

Hank turned around, intrigued “oh so secretive, I like it.” they moved through the kitchen “there's water, booze, methamphetamine, go crazy” hank waved over to the fridge and cabinets. 

“Yeah....no.” Barry just followed Hank, mostly silent, he was half paying attention to what the man was saying, it was just small talk things. Through the kitchen, the two went to the basement of the house, Barry looked around cautiously, making sure nobody was there, nobody was hiding. 

It was small, not many places for a person to hide, all there was, was a tv, a few couches, a bed, and a mini fridge. 

Hank practically bounced onto the couch “this is where we keep our hostages” he put his arm out, as if to show off the room “well, we haven’t had any hostages yet, so I just use it as my bedroom, its pretty good, soundproof too ” 

Barry moved in front of the couch, not sitting down. “Hank we need to talk”

“Absolutely, ugh, it sucks we only get to hang out when there's business involved, we need to go for brunch or something one day.” 

“Turn off your phone”

“Why would I do tha-”  Barry cut Hank off, giving him a stern gaze 

“It could be bugged, turn it off.”  Hank rolled his eyes, taking his phone out, shutting it down, then put it face up on the table. 

“Okay, now what is this business?”  Hank threw his hands into the air, annoyed at Barry bossing him around. 

Barry didn’t want to tiptoe around the issue anymore, there was no better plan in sight, he was going to do it. 

“This job that I’m doing...it’s on you.” 

Barry watched as Hanks mildly annoyed expression turned to confusion, a hint of fear joining the mix “what?” 

“You’re the fucking hit, man.” Barry put a hand on his head, “I can’t tell you who, yet. But if you let me-” 

In a flash, Hank was up, and he had a gun in his hand, pointed at Barry, who immediately put his hands up. “You are not killing me Barry. You are my friend, but I won’t let my men run without a leader.” 

“Hank, drop the gun, make this easy, nobody gets hurt.” Barry shook his head, seeing Hank's expression of confusion. 

“You’re going to kill me what the fuck do you mean ‘it won’t hurt’ �� he yelled, doing a bed American accent to imitate Barry for the last bit.

 “Fuck I didn’t mean it in that way” Barry rolled his eyes. 

He couldn’t wait, Hank would shoot him any second, he ran towards the man, pushing the gun out of his hand, right onto the couch. 

Hank let out a yell as this happened, trying to fight Barry off of him, but as he did so, his movement began getting weaker, and he noticed Barry was getting much bigger. 

No… he was getting smaller. 

Barry just watched as Hank shrunk letting go of him, it always amazed him. He didn’t know how he had this power, he just had it. He wasn’t proud of what he used to use it for, but maybe today it would be for some good. 

Hank scrambled away, backing up on the couch, but it never seemed to end. He was four, five inches tall, his head was spinning, he backed up and away as much as he could, until his back met one of the couch pillows. He looked back up to Barry, who just sat with an almost- guilty look on his face. 

Hank let out an uncomfortable and scared laugh, one that was often heard when one was begging for their life “ Barry, we’re friends, remember… you can’t--”

“I have to-” Hank cut him off in a frantic move, Barry just rolled his eyes.

no-NO! No, you don’t. No matter what they are paying I can double it...t-triple it actually!” he hoped to strike a deal, maybe he would take it? Hank had never felt so afraid in his entire life, if it wasn’t Barry who was going to kill him, it would be his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Hank, the person who wants you dead is Fuches.” Barry pinched the bridge of his nose. Just had to rip it off like a band-aid. 

He could practically see the cogs turning in Hanks head at this news, his eyes filled with betrayal and disbelief, he had just talked with Fuches a few moments before. Hank was frozen, which gave Barry the perfect time to grab the man and lift him up to eye level. 

Hank squirmed in Barry’s grip, pushing against his fingers, but Barry held on tightly, but not enough to cause any harm, this wasn’t his first time after all. 

He always felt the need to hold them carefully, any pain that was caused when they were small was self inflicted, he refused to hurt them in this state, it was just unfair.

“What are you doing?!” Hank felt the space between him and the ground separate, making his heart go into his throat, it gave him that last bit of realization of how small and fragile he really was.” “Barry! You can have anything you want, my men, my money, anything! Just put me down, and we can forget all about this.”

“If you fucking let me do this, everything will work out.” Barry snapped back, making Hank stop his rambling, staring wide eyed at him. 

He could feel the guilt inside of him growing, but a familiar feeling inside dominated that, he wouldn’t call it hunger, but just a feeling in his stomach that made him want to swallow hank without hesitation. 

Barry sighed, “Hank, what I’m going to do will fucking scare you, but you’ll be fine, I know you won’t believe me, but don’t say I never said anything.” 

Hank’s whole world fell into slow motion as he was pulled closer to Barry “what do you mea-HEY!?”

Barry brought Hank closer, way to close for the man to feel comfortable, he could feel Barry’s breath, nervous and shallow, the way the man was looking at him sent an eerie feeling up his spine. 

Thoughts raced through the man’s head, his mind went to a dark, uncomfortable place, what was Barry going to do with him? 

He soon found out. 

Barry opened his mouth carefully, his head lifting up as he also brought hank up, just enough so the man would slide in feet first, which seemed to be the easiest way when doing this. 

Hank froze for a few moments as he watched his legs enter Barry’s mouth, out of everything, this was not one of the ideas in his head, it seemed like his brain had short circuited as this happened. 

Barry was relieved in the few moments of silence and no struggle, until Hank began to kick and yell, Barry just rolled his eyes. 

He had dealt with fighting before, every mission he did this there was a struggle, it didn’t hurt him anymore, his body had just got used to it. 

He had also forgotten how good it felt, as horrific as it sounded to him, people tasted pretty good. 

Hank cringed, feeling the spongy tongue beneath him, he yelled out once more “Barry what the Fuck?!” he felt sick to his stomach, it was then it dawned on him, Barry was…

“Barry.... Don’t...Barry don’t eat me!” Hank yelled, it sounded crazy to even say, if it wasn’t happening right now he would have thought he had gone mad! “I’ll go easy! Any other way, bullet, hanging, a fucking bomb I don’t care! Anything but this!”

These words actually shocked Barry, sure, people had begged for their life before, but none ever gave him suggestions on how he should do it. 

He looked hank in the eyes, hank staring back, he was mortified, but he looked dead serious. 

There it was. That feeling….the guilt, he didn’t want to do this, he just wanted to be done with his assassin days, he would hope that he could calm Hank down enough for him to stay there for a day or so. 

Hank noticed the regret in Barry’s eyes, and he smiled ever so slightly, he was getting through to the man, sure, still meant he was dead, but better than dying that way.

His smile soon faded as Barry swallowed, hanks torso now engulfed into Barry’s mouth, he let out another yell, this time, using his hands to push and Barry’s lips, trying to pry them open. This was met by another swallow. 

“Barry don’t do this, you’re a good guy you don’t want to eat me!” Hank held his arms up, keeping his only defense out of Barry’s mouth. He could feel Barry’s tongue wrap around his chest. The man was tasting him, he felt like crying. 

Barry couldn’t see hanks face anymore, but that one look he was given was enough to know that hank was scared, he thought it was going to end in...death. 

‘I should’ve explained better….but if one of the crew came down here… I did what I had to do...He’ll be calm soon enough”

It wasn’t like he was being rough with the man; he hadn’t been this careful with anyone before, he had to be careful 

Hank gasped as his head was pulled into Barry’s mouth, he was planning on stirring up more of a fuss, until he realized how close the man’s teeth we’re to him, which instantly made him freeze, it really made him realize that he wasn’t getting out of this. 

The only thing that was outside of Barry’s mouth, was his arms, which we’re bound to follow the rest of him.

Barry’s heart pumped faster, feeling Hank stop moving, he worried that the man had passed out, until he felt the man's shallow breaths and slow movements, making him sigh in relief. 

Hank flinched at the squelching sound that Barry’s throat created, beckoning him to slide down the red cave. He tried once again to pull himself out, using his hands to push against Barry’s lips in an attempt to hoist himself out. 

This, of course, only lead to him sliding down further into the throat. 

Barry then moved his tongue over Hank's arms, pulling them in with a soft swallow, allowing more room.

With a few more shallow swallows, Hank was finally on his way down, kicking and screaming. He was calling Barry an insane amount of cuss words, mixing Russian, Chechen and English together in a strange blend Barry couldn't understand. 

Hank could hardly breath in Barry’s esophagus, his panicked breathing didn’t help much either, he would hope that he would pass out before the digestion started. 

Barry sat back on the couch for a second, taking deep breaths. He had forgotten how it felt to do this. In a weird way he missed it, he missed the feeling of swallowing someone. Something about it was so fascinating, he could eat people, without killing them!

All the better things he could have done with this power, and he had to use it during missions, what a waste. He could’ve been saving lives, but instead, he was transporting people to their doom. 

Well, this time he was saving a life, at least he had that. 

When Hank spilled into Barry's stomach, the man stopped moving, he was ready to be hit with the smell of digested food and stomach acid, but there was nothing in there. But to him that just meant he had to wait longer for his demise. 

He couldn't see his surroundings, but he could feel them. It was hot, squishy, and surprisingly roomy, he thought it would be more like the esophagus, but it wasn’t.

Barry then got up, shaking the chamber Hank was in, and began walking out of the building, quickly, so if Hank began yelling, nobody would hear it. 

Hank tried to stabilize as much as he could as Barry left the house, but it was no use, he was left for dead. He was going to be eaten and that's it. The only thing he could really do, was yell, and hope someone would hear him. 

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and there we go! I hope you enjoyed part one of this, hopefully in the next week or so I’ll get the next part out, which will be fluffier and more comedic.

if you haven’t checked out Barry on HBO i promise you its amazing and you should watch it!

[fandom-will-be-my-fall]

Spill your heart out about Walter.

Okay so I basically got this question in what, January?? but I’m answering it now since I just rewatched the movie and have inspiration, sorry for the late reply Anon

Okay so, to start off this post with some keyboard smashing because that my primary go-to for expressing my emotions

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HANDSOME BOY. HANDSOME. ‘NUFF SAID.

I could legit stare all day at his beautiful face… look at him. Enchanting sky blue eyes… fluffy, wavy brown hair, cute round cheeks, lovely smile… those hidden freckles that you can hardly spot and only in certain screenshots but nevertheless they’re there to raise the cuteness factor… ALSO HIS LASHES. MAYBE IT’S NATURAL?? MAYBE IT’S MAYBELLINE?? WE SHALL NEVER KNOW

Here you may be able to spot the freckles if you squint hard enough. I have 77 screenshots but this is the best example I could find.

Secondly… well, he’s a sticc. A short sticc at that (though still slightly taller than me bc I’m smol), but a sticc regardless! And that seems to be the most attractive cartoon body type for me. Don’t judge me, I just have a thing for twinks, I’m… twinksexual or whatever.

Look at him! He would fit through my doorcrack.

(Maaaybe the reason for me liking sticcs so much is partially the fact that I like the idea of a boyfriend I can protect and support, physically and emotionally. I’m mad at the universe for not letting me scoop him up in my arms bridal style and smooch the HECK outta him.)

I’ve encountered a few posts that claimed he’s got cake but, come on. That concept has canonically been proven to be false, even by Lance. This man is flat and you can pry this opinion off my cold, dead hands.

Speaking of hands! I like his big ol hands. Nice shape. They look soft. I wanna hold them.

According to a DVD commentary, and the visual facts, he has no shoulders whatsoever. Back in Venice Killian was able to restrain him effortlessly with only one foot on his chest, even as he kept struggling ans squirming and generally put in as much effort as he possibly could. Before then, he claimed the database was the first thing he has ever caught in his life.

Conclusion, our boi’s very much NOT athletic. Which makes sense for a scientist, braining all day and stuff, and because he probably barely even eats, or sleeps which are by the way both pretty concerning implications but anyway.

STOP BEATING UP THIS POOR FRAGILE LAD FOR GOD’S SAKE. Makes me want to protect him even more. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but you get what I mean.

Now, on to the actual reason I’m so head over heels for him, a.k.a his personality.

He is one of the sweetest, kindest, purest boy characters I have ever seen in fiction, if not THE number one himself. (All my other cinnamon roll crushes are, or have been a villain at some point and WILL resort to violence if provoked.) Look at him, his pacifism… is unbreakable. He’s dead set on making the world a better place, by peaceful ways, and helping humanity. If that’s not a quality to be cherished then IDK what is.

And he’s just such a refreshing character. He likes pink, K-dramas, glitter, kittens, things that aren’t traditionally “masculine” (but is never made fun of those things in particular in the movie) and I love that. Nothing’s sexier than a man who’s, despite society’s shitty standards, openly and unashamedly himself!

His femininity is, if anything, just another turn-on. (This didn’t intend to sound sexual… but oh well.) I love his little hand gestures and mannerisms, dorky ramblings, the way he says “yep” popping the “p” at the end, all the small yet significant traits that were incorporated into his character. Bless you, SiD creators, bless you.

Have I said that he’s a genius?? Which is pretty obvious but c’mon, he graduated at 15!! He can modify human genes!! He successfully turned a man into a pigeon on the first try!! (The serum wasn’t the first prototype but we can assume he didn’t experiment on living humans with the previous ones.) And he’s still just 20!! Like what is that if not hella fucking impressive???!??

His inventions, to the untrained eye, may seem “stupid” or “childish” but alas! The observer couldn’t be more wrong! Because despite the odd designs and themes they’re all highly effective, as we have witnessed in the battle against Killian. And he is extremely creative for coming up with such ideas! Told you he’s brilliant!!

Which makes me all the sadder about how much they underappreciated him at the agency. In his words, nobody ever listened to him, or gave him a chance. They just left him and his “weird” ideas next to the men’s bathroom and called it a day. How could they be so blind? Didn’t they see the potential in his inventions? Oh well. Maybe I’m just being a smartass bc I have more knowledge, living outside that universe. But I’m totally right.

And I was honestly ready to throw hands with Lance for hurting the boi even further. (I’d stand no chance whatsoever, but still.)

Oh no baby please don’t cry.

He did cry in that scene though… you could see a tear rolling down his cheek and if it wasn’t for the machine beeping… He did have a pretty rough day afterall. But HEY, if we dwell on it too much the scene loses its comedic effect!! A guy gets sad over a stupid soap opera, har har har!! Now let’s move on, keep it fast and snappy for the kids, don’t let them overthink it!! Can’t have any emotional breakdowns onscreen. Keep it lighthearted y’know. Then let’s kill a random side character and have our dear protagonist almost die twice.

(Well jokes on you Blue Sky! I’m no kid, but a devoted fangirl who can and will overthink any material of my fictional faves at any given opportunity.)

You know what else I love about him though?? His love for animals!! And pigeons, especially Lovey!! He loves her so much, gives her gluten free breadcrumbs, nuzzles her, the first thing he does when he finds out Lance can talk to the pigeons is ask if she loves him too!! Like… That’s so pure and wholesome.

This here. THIS RIGHT HERE. BROTP forever.

(Not gonna lie, I used to be crazy for pigeons for like, an entire year or something. Not as in looking up all the facts there are about pigeons as I do nowadays with cartoons, but I’d feed them regularly and write my little observations on their behaviors. Did you know they sometimes scratch their neck with their leggies like dogs do?)

I think I’ve summed up mostly everything I love about this nerd. Oh wait, almost forgot the sass!! I love how sassy and smug he can be sometimes, in like, a really harmless way but it’s still a very nice characteristic.

Since I’ve ran out of coherent things to say, here’s an incomplete list of things I want to do to Walter Beckett. Put at the end of this post so those of you who were only here for the analysis part and not the selfshippy gushing don’t have to read further:

kiss he

like seriously

just kiss he a whole lot

cover his whole face in kisses

one kiss for each of his freckles. a finishing kiss onto the tip of his nose. then repeat the cycle

hug him. hug him like the world is ending. hug him so tight he can barely breathe

then ofc let go and apologize bc I would never hurt him on purpose

cuddle him

hold him close, let him lay his head on my chest

run my fingers through his hair

listen to his breathing

discover that he’s fallen asleep on me and smile fondly, then soon drift off to sleep myself so we can wake up entangled in eachother the next morning

fuck he

pin him to a wall and snog he

make him go cherry red

fluster he

compliment him. praise him. appreciate him. he’s a prince, a hero, an angel, a wonderful human being and he needs to know this

feed pigeons together

listen to his scientific ramblings and bird facts

write him love letters and give them to him. maybe read it aloud myself if I’m feeling brave so I can see his reaction in real time

serenade he

be the love of his life, and have him be mine

just… soft things, man

cook something for this malnourished sticc

make him small handmade gifts

they’re nothing like his gadgets but I tried

draw he

have him be my muse in general

not like he isn’t now but it would be lovely if he was real too

carry him bridal style

be the feral cryptid that lurks in his house when he isn’t around

sing along to cheesy pop-song together really badly

watch cheesy rom coms

flirt with eachother clumsily until we’re both laughing at our awkwardness

or, alternatively, shower him with compliments until he literally cannot handle it

have sleepovers together

give him hand kisses

be of emotional support

[trash-trashaf]

Nobody Quite Like This Ch. 2

Fandom: Voltron

Summary: The Paladins of Voltron have discovered a prisoner Galra ship. Hoping to find Pidge's brother and father, they decide to sneak onto the ship and look for them. What they don't expect to find is this: a mysterious human boy and girl, passed out behind bars

Word Count: 2433

Relationships: Matt/Shiro, others to come

Characters: Shiro, Keith, Lance, Pidge/Katie, Hunk, Coran, Allura, Original Characters, Matt(mentioned)

Warnings: Language

A/N: Second chapter of first Voltron fanfic. It’s on AO3 as well: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10326254/chapters/22829777

Thank you for reading and feedback is welcome!

Chapter Two: Imprisonment

The girl is quick to scarf down the food set in front of her, despite it being space goo. Roaron eats his much slower, grimacing slightly at the taste. Both of them have been uncuffed, but Lance still has his gun out while Keith has his sword resting by his side. “Mmm this is fantastic!” the girl gushes as she pushes her empty plate a little bit away from her. She glances around. “Thank you so much for your hospitality...even if a little hostile.”

“I...you're welcome, I suppose.” Allura says, leaning forward slightly in her chair and resting her elbows against the table. “Is there a name we can call you..?”

“Oh yeah! I’m Skylar. Skylar Tepaas. Sky for short. I pretty much respond to anything you call me.” she responds, pushing back slightly from the table and flinching as Lance’s gun shifts. Roaron sighs and lays down his fork, unable to stomach anymore. It’s quiet for a moment.

“How do you know Matt? Did you see another human with him? How lo-”

“Pidge!” Shiro exclaims, looking sternly at her. She glares back at him and huffs before crossing her arms. “It’d probably be best to start from the beginning…” Allura stats, looking to both Roaron and Skylar. The two look to each other before looking back to the group.

“It’s...well, obviously a long story so I’ll try to sum it up quickly” Roaron begins “We were sent out to find the Kerberos mission. Being the best pilot and sharpshooter at the time, they thought it best to send us out with a small ship to find out what happened and complete the mission if we could. Well…” he glances to Sky.

“We didn’t exactly have enough firepower to take down a Galra army. We were caught and...well, imprisoned and experimented on. It didn’t seem bad at first: we were just servants to this one guy and the experiments were relatively painless. They fixed my eyesight: I use to wear contacts. But when Sky met Matt…” he looks to her and she looks up. “That’s when we found out the Galra were evil. We didn’t know they were destroying other planets and took the Kerberos mission people as well. Matt explained what had happened...we were in the same experimenting room together. We...knew each other’s screams very well before they took him away.” she shudders.

Shiro stiffens, eyes locked on her. “They built up my muscle by altering my genes...they built up Roaron’s brain doing the same..they had him rebuild their ships to go faster and be stronger...they taught me combat...their next move was to teach us magic.” she looks down. “We tried to escape on a ship...that’s when they threw us in prison.” she laughs dryly. 

“The bars weren’t a challenge to me so they’d knock me out and beat me up so I was too sore to move. Of course Roaron would protect me but when it’s a couple soldiers against a human...kinda easy to pull away.” she shakes her head. “I don’t know how long we were in there.”

“It had to be weeks.” Roaron adds. “I don’t know how long we passed out though. All I know is when we woke up we were here.” 

“It did take you pretty long in that healing pod.” Hunk says, glancing at the other paladins. Skylar side eyes him before focusing her gaze on Allura. “We don’t have any vital information to give you besides that Roaron knows how to make a Galra ship and that they’re experimenting. Honestly...we’re pretty useless. All we wanna do is go back to Earth.” 

Roaron nods in agreement. “We would be grateful if we could go back.” he says. All the paladins look to each other. Lance swallows hard.

Coran stands and looks at both of them. “I’m afraid we cannot take you back...we’re quite far away and with the Galra empire after us...we don’t have the time to do that.” 

Skylar stares at him for a minute before standing up quickly, her hands slamming on the table and causing it to shake. Lance trains his gun on her and Keith lifts his sword but Shiro raises his arm to stop them. She trembles in rage before gritting her teeth. 

Roaron places a hand on her shoulder and she relaxes a bit under his touch. “Excuse her….we’re..very homesick. As I imagine all you are. Is there a...room or place we can retire to?” 

“Like you’re both going to be out of sight!” Allura says. “Then assign us a guard or lock us in so we can’t escape.” Roaron states, his gaze leveling against hers. She stares him down, a scowl on her face as she thinks.

Skylar huffs and looks to Allura. “I know you don’t trust us but you’re going to have to sooner or later. You my as well start now. Split us up if you need to, but if you can’t get us back to Earth then we my as well join the team. Which means the sooner we know this ‘castle ship’ the more of help we can be.” 

Allura gives her a long stare before closing her eyes and sighing. “Hunk and Keith, give...Roaron a tour of the castle. Shiro, Pidge, and Lance, show Skylar to a room to rest in.” Shiro dips his head slightly in agreement before turning to Skylar and offering his hand. She looks to Roaron, who nods his head slightly. She looks to him and takes his offered hand, being lead out of one door with Lance and Pidge following closely behind.

Keith glances to Roaron and jerks his head slightly. “C’mon.” he says, heading towards a different door. Hunk gives Roaron an apologetic look and sticks behind with him, taking him out the door after Keith. Once the door closes Allura sighs and sinks into her seat. “I don’t know if they’re trustable...the male could be useful in building tech but the female….” she looks over to Coran, who has taken a seat beside her. He strokes his mustache in thought.

“She seems...temperamental and unstable...her strength is incredible though. Princess, that would be useful in battle if we can get her on our side.” “It’s the unstable part I worry about. It could mean disaster if she acts instinctively.” Allura says concernedly. Coran watches her for a moment.

“I don’t think he’ll stay without her. Their connection seems strong, though it doesn’t seem romantic.” he rubs his neck. “Give it a couple quintents: see how they react with the paladins. If all else fails try to get as much information out of the boy as you can.” Allura looks up at him before standing up and nods shortly. “Sounds like a plan.”

***

Skylar follows quietly after the black suited man and glances at the green one, who looks so much like Matt it breaks her heart. ‘His sister...I swear her name was Katie though..” she thinks to herself. Skylar herself is only a couple of inches taller than Pidge. She looks back forward as they walk through the hallway. Shiro stops them to press a button on a hidden panel and a door slides open. The room is simple, with just a small shelf and a bed with blankets on it. “Thank you.” Sky says, walking into the room. “Much better improvement to a prison.” she gives a half smile, but none of the paladins return it. She looks away and walks over to the bed, sinking down on it.

Shiro hesitates before taking a few steps towards her. “So you knew Matt?” he questions slowly. She perks up and give a grin. “Yeah. He was a cool kid.” Pidge looks at Shiro before coming to stand beside him. “Could...would you tell us how he’s doing?”

***

“...and that’s the training room over there. It’s pretty sweet, with the gladiator and all. You can set up different skill levels on it.” Hunk says as they peer into the room. Keith had been quiet all of the trip, mostly playing guard while Hunk plays tour guide. Roaron couldn’t help but take all of the advance tech in: despite being a Galra engineer for almost a year, it always amazed him to see alien technology that’s so far ahead of human tech. And that it had been made hundreds of years before! He realizes that they have come to a stop and Keith is glaring at him. He frowns a bit. “What?”

“I said, how did the smartest pilot of his time not realize the Galra was evil?” he almost sneers. Roaron glares at him. “Because they locked us in a room that was plush and said that they researched planets. That they were looking for a legendary weapon and needed our help. They made promises of power as long as we stayed with them and did as we were told. They kept us comfortable. We didn’t get to see out of any windows. They convinced us that Voltron was taken by evil people who wanted to stop them from researching. We never got mistreated until those last couple of weeks when we found out the truth.” he takes a breath and holds up his hand to stop Keith as he opens his mouth “We didn’t know any better. It’s a simple tactic: treat your enemies like friends and they’ll help you.”

“But-” “There’s no but. Tell me, if you were treated like royalty, would you know any better?” he holds Keith’s tense gaze, whose face is in a scowl. He turns away sharply and stalks down the hall ahead of them. Hunk sighs and rubs his neck. “Sorry...he’s still a little sore over Shiro getting trapped on the ship and leaving him alone.” “Dear god keep him away from Skylar than. She’ll squash him like a bug if he snaps at her.” Roaron grins, looking to Hunk. “Very...duely noted.” he replies before heading down the hall with Roaron, continuing the tour.

***

“He said he was trying to brave for his friends, his family, and his boyfriend. He didn’t want to le-”

  “Wait wait wait. Boyfriend??” Pidge interrupts, leaning forward from her sitting position on the ground. Skylar tilts her head. “You didn’t know?”

“No!” she says, half shocked. “He said he was bi but I didn’t know…” she frowns a bit. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

Skylar shrugs. “He said something about wishing his boyfriend could have met his family but now he might never get the chance…” she glances towards Shiro, who isn’t meeting her gaze. She looks towards the doorway to see the blue paladin has disappeared. 

She smirks a bit and turns back to Pidge. “Though he told me a LOT about him and how he looks.” “Seriously?? Spill.” Pidge says, looking up to her. Skylar crosses her legs on the bed, resting a finger on her chin. “Hmmm….he was very sweet and sappy...according to him he had ‘the muscles of a god’ but had the gentlest touch.” she glances over to see Shiro still looking down. “Also he was really good in be-”

“WE NEVER GOT THAT FAR!” Shiro snaps, face fully going red as Pidge claps her hands over her ears screaming “I DON’T NEED TO HEAR ANYMORE!” and jumping up, racing out of the room. Skylar bursts out laughing, doubling over.

“I-I’m s-sorry but I-I couldn’t help it!” she says between honks of laughter, clutching her stomach. Through the tears in her eyes she can see Shiro still there, glaring down at her with a fully red face. She slowly manages to catch her breath as she stops laughing and sits up straight to face him. “I knew it was you the moment I saw you. His voice would get so sweet when he was describing you. It’d make him happy, especially on days that were downright awful. He misses you dreadfully so.”

Shiro swallows hard and looks away. “That’s...it’s...it’s good to hear he’s okay. As far as you know at least...thank you for telling us about him.” he trudges towards the door. “Sleep well...your friend will be in the room next to yours.” it opens and shuts behind him. The lights dim on their own. Skylar looks towards the door for a few more minutes before laying down on the bed. She wasn’t sleepy at all but she’d try to relax.

***

A few hours ago Hunk had led him to his room and told him that Skylar was in the room next to his. With a goodnight, he had left him alone. Roaron sighs and sits up on the bed before dropping silently off and padding his way to the door. It slides open for him and he walks out into the hallway. He wasn’t interested in sleeping, but it was nice to finally get some quiet time to himself. He walks down the hall towards the front of the ship. He had been shown this room briefly: it was the main control room were Allura would pilot the ship.

Roaron slowly peers in, looking around to make sure he’s alone before walking in. He sits down in one of the seats and gazes out the window, watching the stars go slowly by. The castle-ship had to be on autopilot of some kind for now at least. He leans back slightly and closes his eyes, letting the peaceful atmosphere take over him.

“I thought I’d be the only one up at this hour.” Allura’s voice comes from the doorway practically causing Roaron to jump out of his skin. He stands up as she approaches him, but her gaze is focused on the outside. He follows her gaze. A calm feeling comes in between them as they gaze at the stars together before Roaron turns to her. “You’ve lost your home too.” he says softly, causing her to stiffen and meet his gaze. “How-”

“Intuitive. I can practically feel the homesickness coming off you in waves.” he gives a small smile before gazing back outside. “All of us miss our homes. We need to fight back against those who took it away.” he exhales slowly. “I will stay and fight alongside you, if you’ll have me. I won’t speak directly for Skylar, but she made it clear she wants to fight back earlier.” Allura watches his face closely, seeing the sincerness on it and the ambition underneath the surface. She gazes out to the stars. “We will gladly have you.”