#but Lance is writing more pissed me off for him than anyone else

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if anything I think he should be thinking hunk cuz from his past and from his interaction with shiro about his dad we know that he's probably heard shit like "My condolences" "he was such a hero" etc as pleasantries and not really giving a fuck about him when it's life-changing information that's like bad but hunk found out he was galra and instead of freaking the fuck out or being like "my condolences 😞" He made jokes about it and not just any jokes he made positive jokes like joking that he was funnier after the fact and I know that doesn't seem like a lot but it's a lot better than shitty pleasantries That's don't show that you actually give a fuck about the person anyways yeah I should probably go to sleep or something but eh

I don't hate allura cuz she was so fuckin girl boss for a while but the final pissed me off wdym Keith is thanking ALURA for accepting him??? she was the last to accept him EVERYTIME she also was an ass to him for being galra and then turned around and made out with a lotor LIKE 2 EPS APART SHE CLEARLY COULD HAVE UNDERSTOOD THE NUANCE THAT HE WAS GALRA BUT DIDN'T AGREE WITH ZARKON YK THEY GUY HE'S BEEN ACTIVELY TRYING TO KILL FOR LIKE A YEAR OR MORE BY THEN they fucked everyone over in season 8 ☹️

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what's your favourite metaphor for each of your favourite characters? the one that you always want to include when writing, or if you read someone else including, you're like 'you know your shit'?

I've been sitting on this ask for over a MONTH but I do believe I have an answer now.

If anyone read my writing (thank you....), you'd maybe notice that I loooove my metaphors. I even overuse them sometimes. Among my fave ones are the metaphors for devotion, loyalty and, of course, emotional pain.

But nothing, nothing gets me going like writing about anger.

An oh boy. Do I got a shitload of it.

But that is beside the point. Anger, to me, is an endless well of possibilities. Where did it come from, how did it develop? How much of it is justified and how much of it is punishable by consequences?

To answer your question, Sol, exploring the anger of some of my fave characters is something that excites me. And coming up with metaphors that have to do with anger is a challenge I always willingly accept.

My beloved headcanons in regards to anger:

We have Charles and all of his righteous anger always turned inwards and it's so poisonous; Charles never lets it boil over and gets burned in the end. Rinse and repeat. His anger washes him over like ocean waves and like a high tide going to low, it disappears only to reappear again. Charles would rather choke on his own emotions than be truly out with his anger. Those occasions we saw him give way to some of his anger were heartbreaking and I can only imagine what he continues to keep inside.

There is Pierre and his anger is explosive like a volcano and it doesn't matter if he's at fault or not. His anger is outspoken and as much as it pulls him back, it always propels him forward. It's fuel to his fire as much as it is gasoline poured over his head. Some of the anger he can't let go of to this day and Pierre holds grudges expertly. There is little to nothing that can truly extinguish it, so it's usually up to Pierre to reign it in.

Alex, by far, is the most interesting case. His anger is subdued but not like Charles' – Alex's anger is angled outward and he knows where to point it t but himself in check. So much so you can see it in his face rather clearly. He's funny and goofy, sure, but his anger is humongous. Rightfully so, if you ask me.

There is Max, of course, by far one of the best examples of when the anger is borrowed. Like someone (his dad, the public etc) stuck it to him and let it grow along with him. And so it did, to some disastrous proportions, but I never saw an inherently angry person behind Max. Again, it's like a costume a couple of sizes wrong. Bet he'll get rid of it completely some day.

My most fave Danny boy, oh, I could write essays. He does this incredibly good people pleaser bit where you won't regard him as someone who's naturally angry but my god. His anger simmers so dangerously close to the surface but you'd have to look very close to see even a hint of it. Behind that smile or a stupid joke or, frankly, Daniel being very spineless at times (I say that with love) hides a huge storm. You don't people like Daniel properly pissed off and you shouldn't. I think people had forgotten with time but there were several occasions we saw Daniel succumb to that anger. But that could be just me talking about the good old days.

Lance is a peculiar case. He's the one to bottle up and keep quiet until one day he explodes. Or he might not do that at all. I feel like his anger is an entity that exist by his side and Lance rarely give it the attention it desperately asks of him. Unfortunately, people being very mean to him made Lance be more private and retract into himself. He knows a price he'd pay for a show of his true anger (we've seen it), even justified. And I am personally still not sure what to make of it.

Fernando is somewhat easier to comprehend when it comes to anger because of how disciplined he is. His anger obeys him with rather rare exceptions when it gets better of him. And I believe it comes with years in the sport that quite literally tried to kill him several times. His anger reminds me more of resentment than a full blown rage. I feel like he'd be angry at himself and others in equal measure. Fernando is a realist, not a dreamer and he knows when his anger might come in handy, as a tool to help him with good results or dealing with anything else. He's a wildcard for a reason.

All of this above is my personal view on some of my most fave characters. I do have opinions on others but they are not as extensive, of course.

And again, to me, anger is an emotion that is ruinous and helpful at the same time, depending on how you approach it. I like to write my characters sharing anger, I like to write them understanding it and fighting against it. Anger can blossom into something wonderful or something incredibly ugly. The duality of it shows the best angles of a character, especially mixed with competitiveness, discipline and respect; the way they were brought up in family and in society.

The best thing about anger is that it's a great teacher. But only if you're willing to take that lesson. And that lesson might make you worse but I guess we always tend to hope for the better.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

You and me made 3. Prt 20

*** You and me made 3. Prt 20

Premise: Lance accidentally winds up pregnant and begins to reevaluate his relationship with his long term boyfriend

Scene: Lance works splitting his time between teaching on Altea and back on Earth his family. Keith works on both diplomatic and sneaky sneaky missions for Diabazaal and the Blades of Mamora. Things used to be good, but Keith’s been pulling away for months and Lance does the dumb panic. Set 5 years after season ewght. Supportive Shiro because I’ve been writing too much negative Shiro… and Curtis is a big arse nerd boy. Soooo much dialogue. Thank you to the Love/Sex Pistols manga. Showing my age with that one.

*

Keith knew it was coming. He’d felt Lance shaking and the grip on his hand tightening as they’d left the hospital. By the time they’d reached Lance’s apartment, his boyfriend was nearly apocalyptic. Throwing his jacket on the bed, Lance spun round taking two steps and sweeping everything off the top of his dresser as he yelled

“Fuuuuuuck!”

Knowing the anger wasn’t directed at him, Keith grabbed his boyfriend before Lance could start on anything else. Holding him against him, Lance’s shoulders were heaving

“We can if you like”

Just like that he’d disarmed his boyfriend, Lance mumbling bitterly against his chest where Keith kept him firmly trapped

“No. But fuck. Why the fuck does everyone keep bringing up Allura!? I’ve always felt you carried part of her essence! What the fuck?! Like… she has nothing to do with this!”

“I knew you wouldn’t be happy”

“Because I’m not! In my head we were going to see them and you were going to cry and she wasn’t going to be mentioned and you’d be all proud and… and…”

Coran had more than put his foot in it. He’d been trying to compliment Lance from what Keith understood, but Coran also had no way of knowing how deeply his words would have hurt

“And I know. Babe, you’re you. I’m here with you”

Lance wriggled a hand up to thump it against Keith’s chest

“Then why was it about her and not you?! He should have been congratulating you. You should have been smiling and happy!”

Lance melted his dumb heart when he did silly things like getting angry on Keith’s behalf, Keith nosing into Lance’s hair

“I’m okay. You’re okay. You’re okay…”

“I’m not. I’m pissed off. That was supposed to be our special moment and he…”

“He was his usual self and got too excited to think through the weight of his words”

“But it was their first big scan…”

That was very true. Keith had been beyond relieved when he found out the worm had a one time use and he wasn’t pregnant. He’d felt awful for the relief, thinking of all the things he still wanted to do, before instantly being disgusted by himself. Lance had things he wanted too, and being host to an alien worm wasn’t one of them

“I know, baby. But we had their real scans together. I got to see them before Coran”

“I… just wanted this to go right. And now… God. I feel… I feel sick. I felt like… like he only wants me here for my connection to Allura… that all this time since she died he’s been looking at me and seeing her”

A hug wasn’t going to cut it. Moving his hands, Keith cupped Lance’s cheeks and forced him to look at him

“I see you. I’m not in bed thinking of her. I’m looking at anyone but you”

“I… I feel… really hurt”

“I know you do, babe. But I’m here and I’m not her. You’re not her. You’re Lance. My right hand man, rival for life, and my boyfriend. I honestly, truly, completely swear to you that I only chose those flowers because I thought you’d like them. I had no idea a womb worm existed, and I swear to you I never would have done this on purpose”

Lance sniffled as he nodded, before nuzzling into Keith’s left palm

“I know you wouldn’t. I’m not angry at you. I’m sorry I had a tantrum, but he really…”

Lance didn’t need to finish that sentence again, Keith finishing it for him as all he felt could do was continue reassuring Lance

“Hurt your feelings. I can’t say it felt great, but the main thing is that we have confirmation, we know how it happened, and the three of you are okay”

“I just wanted to get out of there. I was really looking forward to seeing them if I was”

“We can have our scan here. It might not be as high definition…”

Shaking his head, Lance took Keith by the wrists, moving Keith’s arms to hug him a little awkwardly

“No. I… think I need to calm down. Can we cuddle for a bit?”

“Of course we can. When have I ever said no to your cuddles?”

“I’m not sure, but I also don’t go around attacking innocent dressers either”

Snorting a laugh, Keith rubbed away Lance’s tears with his thumbs, smiling over how cute Lance could be

“It had it coming. Can I get you anything? A drink? Something to eat?”

“I just want to lay in your arms and be ridiculously annoyed until I’m not”

“Should I get the chocolate?”

Keith was surprised when Lance leaned in to kiss him. It was nothing more than a simple peck, yet Keith couldn’t help the way his smile widened

“Please. God. Keith, how did I get so lucky?”

“I’m not sure you’re lucky, but you are kind of pretty”

Scrunching his face up, his boyfriend laughed

“I don’t know where that came from. I said lucky not pretty. You’re the pretty one”

“Nope, you are. Sit down and let me do your shoes”

“Only if I can have you shirtless?”

“Are you going to be shirtless?”

Lance’s smile dropped, his boyfriend biting his lip as he looked to Kosmo who hadn’t moved from their bed. Keith thought that since the scan was all good, maybe he’d get some time to really see Lance’s stomach

“Lance, it’s okay. When you’re ready, I’d really like to see”

“I’m sorry I’m not there yet. I hate this”

“It’s fine… well, it’s not, my smoking hot pregnant boyfriend is upset, but luckily for him, I’m such a great boyfriend and there to give him shirtless cuddles”

“You don’t have to. If you want to go out…”

“Babe, it won’t be the first day we’ve spent in bed with me shirtless”

Lance blushed slightly, before paling

“I’m going to be sick”

Rushing off to the bathroom, Keith dropped his head as Lance went, wincing as he heard him vomiting. The way Lance had run had almost been comical, Kosmo jumping off their bed to trot after Lance. As much as he wanted to message Shiro and Curtis, that’d have to wait until Lance felt like it. With Lance now preoccupied, Keith looked to the mess on the floor and their unpacked things. If Lance was going to busy may as well be busy too.

*

Tracing the lines of Keith’s chest with his fingertips, Lance was thinking about Paris. The rain and dark clouds had seemed to set in as soon as he’d hit the city, as if nature had been privy to all his private emotions. He’d thought about having an accident. An accident so bad that whatever inside him would be gone without Keith ever knowing. Now he was glad he did. Too nauseous to sleep, then running hot and cold, no blankets and Keith for warmth seemed to be the perfect temperature.

Keith had conked out again, falling asleep as Lance picked at the block of chocolate resting on his chest. Their best boy laying on the ground between the door and their bed, as if he knew that’s where Lance needed him to be. He’d been so angry over Coran disregarding Keith. He adored Keith. He adored Keith so quiznakking much. He’d tried to keep all his struggles inside and it’d been so hard… that’s why he was still terrified that they really wouldn’t be able to fix this in the end. A couple of good weeks without a schedule was nothing like the busy pace of their two demanding jobs. He’d been so close to giving up in Paris. Still known as the most romantic place in the world, his chest had ached that he’d been there alone. With no word from Keith, he’d spent almost every moment worrying. Worrying that Keith had moved on. That this time their inability to contact each other would push Keith into someone else’s arms. Or worse yet, that it already had. He’d felt so sick, imagining Keith laughing and smiling with someone else. Wrapped up in blankets of a stranger as Keith cheated on him.

He’d also felt incredibly guilty and disgusted with himself for doubting Keith. Keith had been so good to him. He’d been through so much. He’d grown to be so amazing and into his skin in a way Lance still struggled too. Lance had felt he’d gotten so much better since beginning to teach. He had a passion for it he didn’t know he had, and though constantly reminded of Allura, he had something so real with Keith that it was okay.

Leaning down, Lance kissed Keith’s chest. His boyfriend had a few more scars since they’d started dating. He’s gotten broader and taller again… but at the heart of it all, Keith was still Keith

“Mmm, my lips are up here”

Lance jumped at being caught. He hadn’t felt any change in Keith’s even breathing, nor sensed he wasn’t as asleep as he seemed. Kissing Keith’s chest again, he couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed

“This is all a dream, go back to sleep”

“If I’m already dreaming, why are you telling me to go back to sleep?”

Keith had him there

“Touché. But it’s okay, you can go back to sleep”

“Not when my boyfriend’s kissing me, I can’t. Are you okay?”

Lying his head against Keith’s chest, Lance really loved when Keith breathed. Humming lightly, he knew now probably wasn’t the time, but he still owed Keith an apology

“I’m fine… babe, I’m sorry about losing my temper. Even if it wasn’t directed at you, you still cleaned up my mess. I shouldn’t have lashed out like that”

Keith’s arm came up, squeezing Lance tightly to him

“Don’t tell my boyfriend, but it kind of felt nice that he cares about me that much”

“I have it on good authority that he does. He really does”

“Then do you know if he’s feeling any better about things?”

“He knows he loves you… other things, he’s still working out”

“He was meant to be sleeping”

Keith had Lance smiling like an idiot. The first time he’d pulled “don’t tell my boyfriend” on Keith, Keith hadn’t got it at all. Now they there were, Keith teasing him and Lance loving being held

“I got distracted. You were doing this thing I really love and missed”

“What? Farting in my sleep?”

Lance snorted. He didn’t love Keith’s farts and boy could he let them rip when he really wanted to

“No. Breathing. I was thinking about some things and got distracted”

“Good things or bad things?”

“Me things. Just about Paris. It’s nothing major”

“Did you want to go back?”

“No. I’m perfectly fine right here with you. As long as I don’t think too much there shouldn’t be any worries”

Keith snorted at him, rolling Lance onto him with that unfair Galra strength of his. He couldn’t hide his face now. Keith brushing back a stray lock of fridge

“Babe, you worry about everything”

“Trust me, I’m sooooo worried about everything, but for now I was happy watching you sleep. Are you okay? I mean… I had a space worm in me and now you’re going to be a dad and it’s kind of really creepy”

“I think we both would have acted differently if we’d known, but we can’t undo what’s happened. My baby is having our babies… and I’m scared too”

“Mmmm. I mean, my arse is great and all, and I can see why it’s so attractive, but still… I think I feel even weirder than before”

Keith’s hands slid down Lance’s back, groping him lightly

“Babe, I’m half Galra. A space worm might be weird but it doesn’t make you anyone else. Stranger things have happened”

Lance knew Keith wasn’t fishing for reassurance, yet still wanted Keith to know

“You being half Galra never made me think of you any differently… other than being slightly jealous you had this cool secret super power. You were still you. You’ve been trying to get it”

“I don’t, but I do”

Lance nodded

“Yeah, like that. Out of all the weird scenario is I had in my head I can honestly say space worm wasn’t one. I’m… I’m relieved. I feel bad but I’m relieved. It’s… it’s not something that can just happen again”

“You worry too much. I’d still love you, even if it was a permanent thing”

Wriggling up a few millimetres, Lance kissed Keith softly

“You’re saying all the right things”

Keith groped his arse again, Lance mentally sighing. He wanted to feel sexy, but all he felt was creeped out that a worm had done all this with him being clueless

“Really?”

“Mhmm. You love me even with a worm up inside my junk”

“And you’d love me all the same if it was me. Stop thinking that it’s changed how I feel about you”

“I can’t help it. I don’t feel… I don’t feel sexy in myself”

“Then should I show you?”

Lance’s heart gave a funny beat. He didn’t think he was ready, but was that him running away, or thinking to hard?

“I don’t know. It’s not like I never want to have sex again, I just don’t feel very confident about being naked”

“You should. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of”

“See, you’re saying the words but my head is like no. I don’t want to do it but I don’t know if that’s only because everything’s messed my head up”

“That and you spent weeks thinking I couldn’t be attracted to you”

Lance groaned in shame. This was just something Keith wouldn’t get… they each had their own differences but yeah… he was incubating two lives and Keith had been born the way he was

“In my defence, I didn’t sign up for this”

“I know. I know I’m not known for taking it slow, so I won’t pounce on you”

Lance snorted

“If we can have sex without you seeing me, that would solve all my problems. I feel so self conscious about my stomach”

“Then leave your shirt on”

Keith had rendered him wordless, Lance squeaking out

“Wha… but… you…”

“If you’re trying to meet me half way, then I should be meeting you half way too. I’m patient enough to wait to see my twins again, if you’re patient enough to accept to you’re loved”

“But my moods… I’ve been an arsehole”

“A bit… but so have I. I didn’t realise what I was doing to you”

Keith was going to be the death of him, Lance quickly pointing out

“I didn’t tell you”

Keith countered with ease

“Because you love me. Like how I didn’t tell you things because I love you”

And broke Lance’s argument, though he did try to retort, trailing off at his lack of solid reply

“Yeah, well… yeah…”

Keith was way too practiced, rolling them to Lance was on his back, Lance’s legs wrapping loosely around him boyfriend without him thinking. He was definitely starting to wake up down there, and with a shirtless Keith above him, horny brained Lance was starting to set in

“It’s been a while for you, so we’ll take it slow. If you hate it then I’ll stop”

“I don’t hate sex with you”

“You know what I meant. Say the word and I’ll stop. But you know, today wasn’t all bad. You’re okay and they’re okay, so maybe we deserve a little us time?”

“I… no belly?”

“No belly until you’re ready. Okay?”

Swallowing hard, Lance nodded his permission. Keith most definitely was unfairly attractive and he was weak.

[fe-husband-heaven]

Thanks to popular demand ;) Part two is here!!

Ehuehuehue of course, with the quote I think lands them on the list!

Part 2! Of Heroes I think have a thing for the Summoner:

Henry:

"You won't die, will you, Summoner? If you died, I'd have to invent a horrible new hex for whoever killed you. So just...stay alive, OK?"

Henry is genuinely sweet. So long as you're not on the wrong side;; He gets attached if you're kind to him so he's at your every beck and call rather quickly, even if you say he doesn't have to do your chores, he insists on it.

ZHDBDDH he's extremely protective, not in an overbearing fashion but more that anything that messes with you, messes with him. He's learned to keep his face in an eternal smile but he prefers to see that yours are real :')) Sweet boy

Henry and The Summoner end up just being known as that duo. As in Do Not Separate. (Mostly because leaving Henry alone to his own devices is asking for trouble) but also, Henry just likes having you with him during his shenanigans nyaha

Raven:

"Glad to fight for you. Long as it doesn't get in the way of...well, never mind." "Need me? Just say so."

"But now, none of that matters. I've come to my senses after watching you at work here. Does any of that make sense? If not, forget I said anything. I'll still fight hard for you."

Veterans of this blog...yall know know. This man is the start of it all djxjdj

Homeboy gave up his revenge, choosing instead to fight for you rather than a past that's haunted him.

Raven's a bit of a bodyguard, with his resting angry face, he scares off anyone who might approach you whenever you're with him. And he can be quite impulsive so if he thinks someone's upset you, he's out to pick a fight.

Hnnnnghgh my boy💖💕💖

Ephraim:

"I will fight. To bring peace to this world, and for your sake, too." || "You know, I like you. And I feel I can trust you completely."

"I will protect you. Just believe in me and follow my lead." || "I'll protect you. I don't want to lose anyone else."

"I'm thankful that the two us can spend this winter festival together. It means a lot to me."

Ephraim💙💙💙hnnnnngh, I love him so much!! And he's constantly going and on and on about how he's going to protect the summoner. A loaded statement considering how much he already has to protect ;)

Ephraim is a bit oblivious though, he has no clue he likes you himself. And he won't know until he's made to think about it by someone else. It's just something he's never worried about.

But his behavior makes it clear to others. Ruffling your hair, escorting you nearly everywhere and even having you nearby as he sparred with other heroes. It seems as though him and the summoner are inseparable!

He's just as protective as the Henry and Raven but Ephraim runs off of his instinct to protect you rather than than being pissed off at someone who upset you.

Yarne:

"You always look so busy. Why don't you take a break and pet my fur? I hear that it's pretty relaxing."

"I'm not big on danger, but I don't want to see you go extinct, either. On the battlefield, you stay behind me, OK?"

like Libra, HIS ENTIRE LVL 40 CONVO: "Hey, Summoner...Did you notice? I didn't jump when you spoke to me. I heard you coming. Lately, I catch myself listening for your footsteps, wondering where you're going...If you ended up getting attacked, summoners would go extinct! And I'd be pretty lonely. If you're ever in danger, shout my name, or just make a loud noise. I'll hear it and come running! Thanks to you, I've gotten plenty strong. Now I can protect you! Thanks for giving me the courage to help."

Bro...the footsteps thing is so cuuuute! The fact that he recognizes them...aww! ++Offering up his fur to be pet?? Absolutely superb-

Yarne's fear of going extinct is always something he's struggled with but he's willing to push through it to keep you safe. He's a sweet man who places the summoner's safety at the same level as his own. And that's why I think he absolutely deserves a spot on this list!

Lucius:

"I feared that you'd lose respect for me if you knew the truth—or would even be repulsed. I do such good works that I shouldn't allow myself to care, but when it comes to you...I do. I put myself in your hands. Will you like or loathe me? But know this, you will have my loyalty."

Lucius is so sweet and caring and very supportive of the summoner, my poor boy doesn't even care about whether or not you'd shun him, just that you know he'd support you regardless.

dndnxnx I can definitely see him falling for the summoner but feeling no need to divulge it to them juuuuuust yet. He's very much content with simply being near the summoner so he doesn't think all that much about revealing any feelings.

Of course, he's incredibly attentive so if the summoner falls for him...he'll know. But even then, he'll wait for them to come to him. Patiently. As long as he has to.

Valter:

"I will master you. Someday."

"You are mine now. Entertain me! More!"

"I do take what I want. I'll take whatever I desire. From anyone. Knowing this, you have made use of me. And you have granted me much power... I cannot understand your actions. Do you intend to control me? Or do you long for me to be your master? Either way, you have become my finest prey. I will not permit another to sate their bloodlust on you...Just me."

I said the ones who have a thing for the summoner, not whether or not it was a BAD thing cjcnfnfnxn

Hoo boy. Possessive and obsessive is the name of the game in this wheelhouse;; though it's a little strange when it comes to Valter. He has a very calm demeanor (most of the time) when speaking to the summoner as opposed to his manic state in batttle.

My reason for putting him on this list is the clear "This one belongs to me." attitude cjfjdjd I have a feeling that he has no issue getting to use his lance against any of the summoner's "admirers"

Gaius:

"Here to beg more candy off me? I'm not sharing this one, though— it's my favorite right now. Packed with sweet, sweet honey...Hm? You don't want candy? You got work for me, then? ...No? Wait, you're not just here to spend time with me, are ya? 'Cause that'd make you a big ol' marshmallow. Only softies try to build relationships up for their own sake. And here you are—soft as cotton candy. Heh. I changed my mind. Take the honey candy. No reason—just my way of saying thanks."

Isn't this SO cute?? Gaius, the king of all things sweet and sugary, giving his favorite candy to the summoner because they just want to spend time with him....how cute!!

He's such a softie for them and it's adorable! If anyone's being led by the nose here, it's Gaius. But without the summoner knowing how positively melt able Gaius is💖💖💖

Gaius isn't a mean guy by nature but I think him giving away his new favorite candy is a clear sign of a particular fondness.

Narcian:

"I'll make you regret that you picked a fight with me, Narcian! One day I'll make you kneel. Then I'll pet your head like a little kitty—and keep you at my side forever! Ha ha ha ha!"

Is this one surprising to yall? jddjdj its really just the kitty at my side part that makes me think it heheheh. Narcian thinks of Narcian first and such, he is deserving of the best.

And of all the fleas that drown in his brilliance, he has deemed you the best in suiting him. (ꈍᴗꈍ) Isn't that lovely?

In his lvl. 40 conversation, he mentions that the summoner has said he's full of himself so...this is 100% a dynamic of the summoner being tired of his crap and the guy who thinks this summoner belongs to him fjfjfjfj

Shigure:

"I'm glad you've come to see me. Do you want my company on a mission? Or perhaps to just look for a rainbow. I do enjoy being by myself, but spending time with you is also quite relaxing. Perhaps it's because... You're not the chatty type. I have grown fond of you. I hope you'll remember me even after we one day part ways. Nothing would make me happier than if every time you glance at the sky or hear a song, you think of me. Perhaps it's a bit selfish for a mere Hero to ask for such a thing from a Summoner, but it's simply how I feel. And I thought you should know."

"I don't like singing for an audience. Unless, of course, that audience is you. You are often in my thoughts."

"Would you walk with me sometime? You could tell me more about this beautiful world and about yourself as well."

So I counted, and Shigure has asked the Summoner like 5 times if they'd like to go somewhere or do something with him fjfjfjdn And he's asked them not to forget him, it seems that he wants to remain imprinted in their thoughts.

There's a bit of a calm but melancholy air in this dynamic sometimes. But it switches to a light environment when he speaks about going for rides on his pegasus with the summoner. :') Dhdjfj isn't it a cute idea to go on a flying date??

Shigure is sweet and is even willing to sing for the summoner, so long as they are the only one to be his audience. He's got no qualms about sharing his voice with the summoner and its "Got a thing for the summoner" worthy (ꈍᴗꈍ)

Chrom:

"Aren't you cold? I wouldn't be much of a Hero if I let our summoner collapse. Here, take my cape."

"If you're ever in trouble, just call for me. Wherever you are, I'll come running with the wind at my back."

"You spend time with me. You're by my side, cheering me on. You make me stronger. That...makes me happier than you can guess. I'm truly grateful. I'll do what I can to do the same for you."

Hxhxhx im a sucker for the "Take my coat" trope. He's so supportive and an absolute sweetheart, baring his heart out to the summoner. He speaks a lot about how nothing will ever break his and the summoner's bond too!

He mentions it constantly! In fact, in his lvl.40 Bunny Version Conversation, he paints (a bad) portrait of the summoner on a festival egg and writes a poem on the other side about how much he values the summoner's presence.

He's absolutely intent on displaying how much he cares about his bond with the summoner and it's a very sweet dynamic. He's eager to show how much he cherishes them and that's the easiest way to end up on this list xjxhxhxh

[delaneytveit]

Satellites Part 13

WHOOOOO we’re halfway thereeee! OOOHHHHH (Actually we’ve been a little bit more than half way for a bit) but don’t worry, there’s still A LOT of story to get through. If you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, please consider buying me a coffee! 

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 ( Part 12 ) ( Satellites Master Post ) (Part 14) 

The team left at 0800 the next morning. Allura had convinced, after quite a long time, Blue to let her pilot. Though it was clear that Blue was not happy about it. The only lion that was missing was the red one.

Keith had chosen to stay behind, to much confusion of the team. Though Lance could vaguely guess why. He felt guilty. Keith had been the one to bring into question Lance’s ability to complete missions, and even though that wasn’t his intention, he knew that it still hurt Lance.

Their relationship was rocky as it was. Neither of them really knew where they stood with the other, what they were to each other, and it seemed that the present situation had complicated things even more so.

Lance was refusing to talk to Keith, and it hurt. He hadn’t meant to indirectly ground the sharpshooter. He had only wanted to voice his concerns to Allura, positive that she would be able to do something for Lance that he couldn’t.

Normally, the only kind of confrontation Keith would be willing to face was violent, but he didn’t want to fight Lance. He wanted to apologize. To take responsibility for what was happening to Lance. He owed him that much at least.

It wasn’t hard to track the Blue Paladin down. He had locked himself in his room since breakfast. It was a good thing Keith knew the code by heart.

Punching in the code, he was relieved when the door whooshed open revealing Lance sitting at his desk. Keith could hear the volume of the headphones from where he stood, which made him cringe. The EDM music that Lance listened to was loud enough, didn’t anyone warn him of blowing out an eardrum?

Keith knocked twice before taking loud steps towards the boy, hoping that they would be loud enough to let Lance know that he was there. Lance’s anxiety had spiked dramatically since his return and it took one accidental sneak up by Pidge to inform the team that it was vital for Lance to know that you were coming, so as to avoid a swift punch to the face out of panic.

“What do you want, Keith?” Lance sighed as he removed his earphones. He swiveled his chair to look at the red paladin, arms crossed as he leaned back in his seat.

This was it, Keith had been rehearsing his apology for hours now, trying to make it sound as genuine and coherent as possible. Though at the very moment, what ever award winning speech he had come up with beforehand had vanished as those hard blue eyes stared into him.

“I’m sorry.” he blurted out, cursing himself for his lack of grace.

He immediately dropped his gaze, eyes staring at the floor. There was only a tense silence between them, and Keith begged his mind to come up with something, anything to put an end to this crushing feeling.

But of course, his mind, nor his mouth could seem to work correctly.

It was Lance who broke the silence instead.

“For?” he asked, the question forcing Keith to look up and face the boy. Blue eyes met his once more, a questioning brow raised as Lance waited for Keith to answer.

He could do this.

“I shouldn’t have told Allura about all of this. I- I didn’t know that she would take you off of missions. I should have talked to you and voiced my concerns to you, you didn’t deserve what Allura did to you and it's my fault that it happened. And I am so, so sorry for that.” He was rambling, he knew he was. How did people do this? How did they apologize?

He was only stopped when Lance held up his hand.

“I appreciate the apology, I really do. And to be honest, I’m glad that you told Allura. I don’t think she would have found out if you hadn’t. I’m not mad at you Keith.”

“You’re not?”

Lance chuckled a little, running a hand through his hair.

“I mean, I am a little bit. But I think I’m more pissed at the situation in general.” Lance leaned forward, perching his elbows on his knees. Looking down at his clasped hands, Lance spoke “You guys are right, I’m not okay. I haven’t been for a while and no matter how much I pretend that I am, I’m just hurting myself. I’m not getting better.” he sounded so...broken. Lance never really talked about himself, at all really. Superficial things, sure. Like how he got barely any sleep, or that he missed his mom’s cooking. But he never really talked about things deeper than that. Keith hadn’t really noticed until now, but Lance had been hiding a big part of himself away this entire time, and it only came out at his most vulnerable times at night.

A year ago, Keith would have thought of the way that Lance talks about himself as vain, but now he knew that it wasn’t really the case. Lance has been putting on a mask this whole time.

“But we don’t have time. The universe doesn’t have time for me to get better. It's a long ass process that Voltron can’t afford.”

He was right, of course he was right. Lance was vital to Voltron, even if he didn’t really see himself that way. He still knew that Voltron needed him. It was even more present today with Blue’s little tantrum about having to take on Allura as a pilot.

“But is the universe really more important than having you here?” That was what Keith was most afraid of. Lance had always been the self-sacrificial type. He couldn’t argue that he himself was any better, but Lance seemed to take it to a whole new level. The paladin would miss sleep and meals to make sure that everyone else was taken care of. He would jump in front of a bullet in a second to spare the others. On one occasion Lance had bounded into a burning building to save a few children stuck on the third floor, that had been the worst as it only reminded Keith of how he lost his father. He couldn’t lose Lance too.

“Keith-”

“No, Lance. Listen to me. The universe is not worth you throwing yourself away like that. What you need time to heal, what you went through was fucking terrible. It's no wonder you have PTSD from it.”

“We are the literal Defenders of the Universe, I can’t just not do my job!”

“I’m not asking you to stop being a paladin! I’m asking to for once in your life put yourself first. We need you, I need you! You need to let yourself heal from all of this because there is no Voltron if you continue to let your own health fall by the wayside!” Keith meant every word of it. They needed Lance. They needed him to come back, to be the best he could be, and as hard as he was trying right now, this wasn’t it.

“I’m worried for you, Lance. I can’t lose you too.” Keith’s voice was so small, he himself almost didn’t hear it. But he knew that Lance did, as the boy stood up from his seat and walked over to Keith, instantly wrapping his arms around the shorter one.

“You won’t Keith, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Keith breathed in the scent of ocean and sandalwood of Lance’s detergent, and thanked whatever higher being was there that Lance had insisted on buying his own detergent all those mall trips ago. The pompous asshole had good taste in soap, and it comforted Keith easily.

“Just promise me you’ll at least try.”

He felt Lance take a deep breath.

“I am trying, Keith. I’m trying every day.” If Keith felt the shaky breaths or the wetness on his shoulder, he said nothing. It was clear that Lance needed this as much as he did, maybe even more. “I never wished I was Shiro, more than I do right now. He’s been through everything and he’s able to handle it all so easily.”

Oh, absolutely not. There was no way in hell Keith would let Lance talk about himself like that.

He pulled away from their hug, to much of his own dismay, and held Lance at arms length. Violet eyes bore into icy blue ones. The eyes that he could get lost in, but now as not the time to think about that, Keith.

“Lance, you said it yourself. WHat Shiro went through and what you went through was completely different.”

“But-”

“No. You really think that Shiro would be in any better of a state than you are now after being treated the way you were? I have no idea the extent of what they did to you, but I do know that it had to have been absolute hell. You don’t get to compare your pain to others, just because they seem to be doing better than you. Your pain is your own, so stop being an idiot and just acknowledge the fact that those guys are assholes!”

Keith was most definitely not expecting a chuckle from the Blue Paladin, but he assumed it would be better than the alternative.

“That was good, Mullet. You come up with all that yourself?”

Keith rolled his eyes. Of course, leave it to Lance to make a joke about a serious conversation.

“As a matter of fact, I did. And I’ll say it again. As many times as I need to for it to get through your tiny brain.”

“Hey! I’ll assure you my brain is of average size. Some may say it's even above average!”

It was Keith’s turn to laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure it is.” he joked offhandedly, letting his grip on Lance’s arms finally fall.

Lance fixed him with his characteristically famous smirk that Keith knew could only mean trouble.

“Want to know what else is above average size?” Lance waggled his eyebrows knowingly as Keith facepalmed.

“Oh my god, Lance. No!”

[existing-on-cloral]

Tuck and Roll, Omega

A fresh-out-of-college aspiring young gymnast asked specifically not to be trained under Lance Tucker. Apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory. Will she be able to hide her status as an Omega long enough to go to the Olympics? Takes place pre-The Bronze

Written for @saiyanprincesswanie's Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan character challenge. Go check it out on Tumblr if you're interested in writing for it!

"Take these, now." Marian, standing over you like a hawk, handed you scent suppressant pills. "Who knows what will happen to you if they figure out you're not a Beta? You could be fired and taken off the ranks for good."

"I know," you snapped, snatching the bottle out of her hand. "I'll take them." You tipped a couple into your hand and popped them into your mouth. Leaning down to the bathroom sink, you took a few gulps of water and swallowed the pills. "Thank you."

Marian smiled down at you approvingly. Though she was your agent and only a couple of years older than you, she treated you like you were ten, instead of twenty-five. She sometimes seemed to forget that she was hiding her status as an alpha and could easily be exposed as well...

"Time to go. We have to meet your new trainer. He just got to the gym." She stalked out of the small bathroom, flipping her stupidly long and silky hair over her shoulder. You splashed water on your face and gritted your teeth. Best to get it over with. You'd been trained by a young woman who taught at your old college until you graduated and she suggested that you find an off-campus trainer. Whoever this poor man was, you knew Marian would be sinking her claws into him by the end of day one.

You hurried out into the gym, stretching your arms on the way. The gym was dusty, but it'd do. It was Marian's old practice gym from her "glory days" and had gained about as much value as Marian's advice. That is to say, none.

Most of your usual swagger was turned on when you entered the spacious room, but you stopped short and felt your shoulders fall. Leaning against the balance bean, sunglasses and a smug smile on, was Lance Tucker.

"Fucking Christ," you muttered, feet immediately beginning to drag. Though Lance wasn't much older than you, you knew he'd see you as a kid, never having competed in any real tournaments. This (and the fact that he was a known Alpha on no suppressants) led you to tell Marian that she was not to sign on Lance Tucker as your goddamn trainer. Also, he had a long list of women that you didn't intend to add your name onto.

Apparently, she hadn't listened. What else was new?

Lance spotted you and whipped off his sunglasses, tucking them over his jacket zipper. "So. The big shot finally arrives."

"Buzz off." You spat. "I will not be disrespected in my gym."

He laughed, throwing his head back to the let the sound reverberate throughout the space. It was one hell of a perfect laugh, unfortunately. "Yeah, well, you're under my guidance now, so watch your step." Lance regained his composure far too quickly for your liking and pushed off the balance beam, walking up to you. "You might come from one hell of a big game, but I'm coming from bigger. Let's start with medals. I've gotten two Olympic medals and you..." He gave you a condescending smirk. "You've never even been to the Olympics."

You crossed your arms, not about to let this stupid, egotistical bastard take control that easily. "But I plan to. And I asked for anyone but you to train me, Lance Tucker."

Marian coughed. "Miss, he was the only one willing to train you."

"Shove- wait, what?" You whirled on her and hissed, "What did you say?"

Lance shrugged. "No other trainers that could get you to the Olympics wanted to make you into a champion. So it's train with me, or find yourself back in the Little League." He smirked down at you. You furrowed your brow, pissed that he'd won so easily.

"You're lucky I know a star when I see one." He turned around and patted the balance beam. "Let's get to work."

The next few hours consisted of you and Lance going through what you already knew, your routines and a couple of new tricks you'd been working on. One, the back flip into a back handspring off the balance beam, kept getting in your way.

"Your footing is off," Lance pressed. "If you kill the back flip it doesn't make a lick of difference unless you can get your feet and hands ready for the back handspring."

You readied yourself and tried again, flipping and then pressing the balls of your feet down into the beam. With a kick, you pushed off of the beam and threw your hands over your head, going into a twist and landing flawlessly.

"Perfect!" Lance cheered, holding up his hand for a high five. You allowed yourself a moment of excitement and gave his hand a quick slap, earning you a huge grin. "I think that's good for today," he added.

Marian, sitting in her office, squinted out at you.

"Sure." You remembered that, to yourself, you were supposed to not like him and crossed your arms. "Now get out of my gym."

Lance's smirk told you he wasn't letting you go that easily. "One more time, just to be sure?" he pressed, snapping his head towards the beam.

You sighed and climbed back up on the beam, positioning your feet. "One more time." You kicked off and instantly knew something was wrong. Your foot was going to miss and you were going to fall-

A hand grabbed your waist at the last second, another snagging your ankle and wrapping you in strong arms. "Careful." Lance gave you a sour look. "Practice that, but without the falling, if you don't mind."

"I don't." You squirmed out of his grasp and jumped up to sit on the balance beam. "I said one more time. I'm done now."

Lance shrugged. "Bright and early, tomorrow morning." He paused to inhale deeply and your heart almost stopped. However, Lance said nothing, only turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Marian walked up behind you and poked your back. "Ray of sunshine, that one."

You nodded, looking down at your feet. This was not an ideal situation, but you had to deal with it. Otherwise, you were never going to get to the Olympics.

Two months of training had already strengthened your core body muscles beyond what you thought they could be and your routine was looking better every day. Lance had fewer snarky remarks, but he had extended the program to all-day training, meaning that you had to go and get lunch with him every day. Afterwards, you both showered in the changing rooms and then Lance was off.

"I don't see why he needs to shower. He never breaks a sweat," you scoffed to Marian one day before Lance got there.

"Men." Marian went back out of the gym to her car (probably to snag the mats you needed for the day), leaving you to warm up for the day's training. Lance expected you to be warmed up and ready by the time he got there.

Worse than that was the ineffectiveness of the suppressants. You'd started to feel what was certainly an oncoming heat, which must be why the suppressants weren't working. If it had been during the Olympic trials or the Olympics themselves, you would have been worried, but this was more manageable. Still, you'd have to find some way to explain to Lance why you needed a week off. A family event should do the trick.

Lance himself was part of the problem. He came in every day, Alpha pheromones pouring off of him, which made your inner Omega want to curl up into a ball and bury herself in a nest. A nest that smelled like Lance. It didn't help that he was attractive, even if he was an asshole. The scent in the air indicated that he may be close to a rut himself, which may help your case, but only barely. He had one of the most powerful Alpha scents you'd ever caught a whiff of, which often distracted you during training.

The sound of the door slamming brought you back to reality as Lance strode in, wearing his usual workout gear. "Starting on the uneven bars today," he barked, and you scrambled to your feet.

"Got it. Which routine?" you asked.

Lance tossed his bag to the ground. "Any one of them. Pick which one challenges you the most, in your opinion."

Out of the corner of your eye, you looked to Marian for guidance, but she was nowhere to be seen. At that exact moment, your phone rang. The song you'd set as Marian's ringtone played, muffled by the bag. "Can I get that, really quick?"

"Sure. Make it fast." Lance pulled up a plastic chair and sat down. You ran for your bag and dug out the phone, tossing the bag to the ground in your haste to catch Marian's call.

Her frantic voice informed you that she would be out for a couple of days, as her sister had gotten in a car crash. You thanked her for telling you and told her to send your best wishes to her sister. Ending the call, you turned back only to see that Lance had casually strode over to your fallen bag and pulled out a little white bottle.

"What are these?" he asked, twisting the bottle in his hands. "Suppressants?"

You swallowed and hung your head. "Yes." Your voice was just barely above a whisper.

"Hiding your status for the sake of your career?" Lance's feet appeared in your line of vision. "That could interfere with your training." He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. "You could have said something. I keep secrets of my own, I can keep my trainee's."

"But... Omegas hardly ever go to the Olympics." You looked back up at him, eyes filling with tears. "Please don't say anything."

This was your worst nightmare. Lance knew your secret and he could dangle it over your head for as long as he wanted. Or he could expose you and drop you back onto the street. Neither option was favorable.

Lance tucked the bottle into his pocket. "Stop taking suppressants. We're getting an Omega to the Olympics." His nose flared again. "Are you sweaty just from your warm-up?"

"No." You made a grab for the bottle but he stepped back, placing a hand over his pocket opening.

"Then you're damn close to a heat." Lance took back the ground he'd lost, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Fuck, you smell good."

The closeness of his scent and warm body should have made you run for the bars and start your routine, like normal, but you couldn't. The Omega in you wanted to sink to her knees in front of Lance Tucker and do whatever the hell he wanted her to.

"I'm about to hit a rut," Lance whispered like it was some sort of secret. "But I bet you could smell it. Let's both take the week off, hm? We could even take it together." His hands moved to your arms, pulling you closer. "Omega..."

That was all it took for you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him. He tasted fresh, like the balance beam right before you did a perfect flip, and salty. His hands slid underneath you, holding up your legs and supporting you. "Good, Omega," he said, pulling back. "Tell me. Where?"

You knew what he was asking, and, holding back a whimper at the way his sweatpants tented under you, pointed to the balance beam. Lance switched to one arm and tangled his free hand in your hair, walking over to the balance beam. He slammed your lips back onto his, throwing you down onto the beam so your legs hung off to either side. Your slick started to gather between your legs (as if it hadn't been doing that the moment you caught his scent) and soaked your leotard, dripping through onto the beam. Lance leaned down and licked up the small puddle, pressing a kiss to your lower lips through the leotard.

Lance pulled off his jacket, wrestling it from his ample shoulders while you struggled with the straps of your leotard. Once Lance got the jacket off, he tore his shirt over his head, bent down, and ripped your leotard in two.

"Lance!" you snapped in protest. Lance just laughed and spanked your thigh, leaning over you.

"What's my name, Omega?" he crooned. His head lowered and he licked a stripe down your collar bone to the valley between your breasts. "Tell me."

You gasped as he pulled your breasts free, shoving your bra over your head and tossing it to the side. "Alpha," you panted, head spinning.

"Fucking right." Lance closed his mouth around one nipple and sucked, sending sparks down your spin. "Omega, you taste so good," he mumbled, words muffled by your flesh. "Shoes and panties off, right fucking now."

Doing as he asked, you felt your slick begin to pour out of your already soaked pussy and down the sides of your thighs. "Alpha, need you, want you!"

Lance had managed to wriggle out of his sweatpants, sneakers, and boxers by the time you were calling for him. "I'm here, 'Mega. What do you want?"

The pain of your heat had started to curl around your abdomen and you thanked your lucky stars that this was happening, because otherwise you would have gone into heat on the bars and, well, Lance would have found out anyway. "Need your cock, Alpha, please," you begged, hating yourself for submitting so easily just because of the heat.

"I don't think so." Lance pushed your hips until your were lying about a foot from the end of the beam. He leaned down, chest supported by the bar beneath him, and licked up the mess you were making. "First, I'm gonna taste every last drop of your sweet slick, Omega." He straightened, and grinned down at you. "You wanna know something?"

You narrowed your eyes. "I'd like to know what your fucking cock feels like in my pussy, Lance. Heat fucking hurts."

Lance crossed his arms. "If you're good for your Alpha, I'll consider it. You're gonna listen first, though, because you're being a naughty bitch right now."

He was fucking serious. Needing at least some relief, you sat up and ground your pussy into the beam, panting as a little of the heat began to subside.

Until Lance grabbed your hips and pulled you to the end of the beam, wrapping your legs around his and pinning your hips with one powerful hand. "You're gonna wait while I talk, and if you can hold out that long, I'll give you first my mouth and then my cock. Understand?"

Gritting your teeth, you nodded. "Okay."

Lance wrapped an arm under you, lifted you up, and smacked your ass hard. "Okay, what?"

Finally, you gave up, letting the Omega take over. And holy fuck, did it feel good. "Okay, Alpha." You smiled up at him as sweetly as possible. "Tell me everything, Alpha."

"Good girl." A shiver ran through your body. You wanted to please your Alpha, have him call you a good girl again. You'd have the chance, and you knew it, but first you had to listen to Lance. He set you back down on the beam and stroked your hair, running his fingers through it.

"When I first walked in here, I was expecting you to be a normal, idiotic, talented Beta that was good at gymnastics. You've outdone my expectations, grown so much, and become a strong Omega." Lance's hands began to wander, slowly kneading your breasts and what he could reach of your ass. "I had my suspicions from day one that you were an Omega, but I didn't know you'd be such an eager little one, coming at me with all your ferocity once your heat hit. Wanting so badly for an Alpha to fill you up with cock, stuff you full until you broke. And I'm gonna make sure you get that. From the moment I saw you, I had to have you." He tilted you back, laying you down on the beam. "And I'm gonna fucking enjoy watching you come undone under me."

The irony would have hit you that you were literally training under Lance Tucker, but you were too busy focusing on his tongue, which was working its way between your fold again. "Alpha," you breathed, "Alpha, the mat-"

"On the mat now, Omega?" Lance chuckled and picked you up, almost literally throwing you onto the floor mat. "There, you happy?"

You whimpered, slick still coating your thighs. "Alpha, please, please, please."

Lance dropped to his knees and crawled towards you, his thick cock swinging below him. You watched it, mesmerized by Lance, eyes locked on him until he was between your legs. "You want my mouth on this slick little pussy?" he taunted, lifting your hips and baring you to him.

"Yes, Alpha!"

"Say it. Tell me what you want." He kissed your cunt and a river of slick gushed out.

You almost screamed at him, "Alpha, I want your mouth on my pussy!"

Lance dove in like a man starved. He licked up and down your cunt, sliding his tongue as deep as he could. The feel of it just made you even wetter, leaving more for Lance to drink off of you. Even his teeth scraping against the outer walls of your pussy felt like heaven. Finally, he delivered a series of quick kitten licks to your clit, then closed his lips around it and swirled his tongue over it. When he sucked, though, you fell over the edge, arching your back and crying out for him. The only thing running through your brain was Alpha, Alpha, yes, yes, yes, Alpha!

After a few more slow licks, Lance lifted his face from between your legs and the sight of your slick covering it almost made you cum again. "Alpha," you whispered, spreading your legs even wider for him.

"At least you're good at the splits," Lance commented, crawling up your body. "Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you, you dirty little Omega?"

"Yes, Alpha," you said, reaching up to grasp his shoulders. "Please."

Lance ran his hands down your body. "I'm going to fucking wreck you. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want another man in your life. And I'm going to knot you, little Omega. I'm gonna bury myself so far inside you it takes me months to work my way back out." He squeezed your hips and you gasped, tilting them up for him. "What a good girl," he praised, grabbing at your thighs and spreading them even wider. "Already so responsive. Do the splits for me, Omega."

You obeyed him, spreading your legs as wide as they would go. Lance pressed on your inner thighs, making the muscles burn. "I'm gonna train you to be the perfect Omega. If you taste that good, you must feel even better." He leaned over you and moved to grip his cock, lining it up with your pulsing cunt. "You're mine now, Omega."

"Yours, Alpha," you returned, letting go of his shoulders to drop your hands above his head. "All yours." At this point, you were in so deep and Lance was so fucking good at this that you were perfectly willing to let him claim you, if it meant he'd fuck you like this all the time. His cock wasn't even in you yet and he was already better than any others you'd had.

Lance slid the head of his cock up and down your soaked pussy, pushing it in a little to tease you. "Fuck, Omega, you're so tight," he gasped. "I can already... mmph... feel it..." He pushed in more and you cried out, feeling him stretch you to your limits. Lance was just so fucking thick...

"'Mega, so tight, such a perfect little pussy for me, all for your Alpha." He pushed in more, aided by your gathering wetness, lubricating his cock as it slid between your folds. You felt him hit your cervix, but he just kept pushing.

"Alpha," you whimpered, clawing at the mats beneath you. "Alpha, please, fuck me."

Lance's hips finally brushed yours and he pushed harder, pressing into you with vigor. "Fuck, Omega, I'm gonna fill up this pussy all through your heat, gonna fuck my seed into you, Omega..." He pulled back, cock slipping out of you for just a second, and plunged back in, snapping his hips into yours. "Omega! Fuck!"

You gasped, arching your back and letting the pleasure shoot through your body. Lance kept thrusting, slowly speeding up until he was practically shoving his cock in and out of you. The pace he set was brutal and punishing, skin slapping against skin every time. Every little movement built up your peak until you crashed over it, thrusting your hips back into his and crying out. Your vision went white and your ears started to ring, and you were sure you were saying something, but it made no sense to you. To Lance, however, it was a clear plea of Alpha, please, please, more, more, Alpha, please, Alpha!

"That's it, Omega, that's my Omega," he grunted atop you, continuing to thrust. "Good... girl..." Lance's own climax rolled over him in waves and he spilled his cum deep within you, as he'd promised. He continued thrusting, though, keeping his Omega sated, until his thick knot slipped inside you, locking the two of you together.

Your vision slowly returned to you, but you were cresting, already ready to cum for Lance again. "Alpha... Don't stop, please, I'm gonna..." You moaned, loud and deep, as Lance moved a hand to your clit and rubbed, sending you over your peak. Looking down at you, the absolute picture of debauchery, Lance got lost in the heat of the moment.

He bent down, lifted you from the ground, sat back so you were on top of him, and sank his teeth into your neck.

You whimpered, the pain rushing through your body followed by a sense of calm, that your Alpha was near. "Alpha," you murmured dreamily, gripping Lance's hair and keeping him at your neck. "Yes, Alpha... Claim me... Make me yours."

Lance pulled back, eyes locked on the bite. He leaned down again to lick over it, scenting you. "Omega... So sweet..." Laying back with you on top of him, Lance took several deep breaths to calm down. After a few seconds, he propped himself up on his elbows to look at you. "'Mega, we got a mess to clean up."

"Just a second. You're still... you knotted me, remember?" you mumbled, head flopping into the crook of his neck. "Alpha... let me..."

"Go ahead, Omega," Lance said, and you latched your teeth onto the skin there. He hissed, but pressed your head down forcefully. "Good girl..."

Another rush swept through you at his praise. You licked over the claiming bite and then drew a line with your tongue up his neck and jawline. Lance took your chin in his hand and gently kissed you, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you close. "Lance," you finally said, breaking the kiss. "What... I don't want to miss training."

Lance felt his knot begin to go down and he slipped you off him, lifting your hips until you whimpered from the lost feeling. "So we'll train until you can't bear it, then I'll strip you down and worship your fucking body."

"Sounds like a plan." You hesitated before continuing. "And... After this?"

He licked over the fresh bite on your neck. "You are, honestly, the best fuck I've ever had. A responsive little Omega, doing whatever I tell her to... You know I like to be in charge, right?"

You nodded, breathless at the touch of his tongue. "Yes, Alpha."

"Good girl..." Lance pulled back, stroking your hair out of your face. "How about we build a little nest for you in the men's changing room, then we can fuck away your heat and my rut. And then you're all mine, Omega."

Knowing what he wanted and that he was going to get it, you smiled down at his stupidly handsome face. "Yes, Alpha."

[cassandra-tangled]

Cassandra Appreciation Week Day 5: Happiness

Hey guys! Here’s my one-shot for Cassandra Appreciation Week day 5: happiness. So, I took a little bit of a liberty with this one, it’s a bit experimental and in first person. I’m honestly not too sure how I feel about it, but it was fun to play around with! Also, it does loosely connect to my one-shot for day 1 (here on AO3). Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy! Here’s the AO3 link 

The word count is 2,475

And a brief summary is: Cassandra makes good use of the journal that Rapunzel gave her as a birthday gift. 

The only thing of any concern is some light cursing. Enjoy!

Dear Diary, 

Dear Journal,

Wow. This is really not my speed. 

So, a journal. I don’t really know what to write, I’m not a...journal-ly person. Raps is, sure, but not me. This stupid, leather-bound book was a birthday gift from her, though, so I want to make sure I use it.

Not that Raps would ever snoop into my private life (at least not intrusively enough to read this) but if she did, I hope that last part wouldn’t hurt her feelings. I love the gift, really. It’s only stupid because it’s frusturating me that I don’t know what to write.

I guess I can start with where I got this journal. Like I said, it was a birthday gift from Raps. My birthday was a little under a week ago, now. I didn’t even know it was my birthday, but I turned twenty-eight. I feel old. Raps threw me a dinner. There was good food, cake, and alcohol. I fucking hate parties, but I love my friends, and it was only the five of us. Raps and Eugene got me this book, and a quill, and a knife, and some clothes and other fun things. It was really sweet of them, honestly. They didn’t need to get me anything, I wouldn’t have known the difference. Varian got me a bag of rocks, basically. Wait, that made me sound ungrateful. They’re beautiful rocks, and it was a cute gift. Or are they stones? Or gems?? Or crystals?? Fuck, I’m not a rock expert. But whatever they are, they’re pretty, and he found them all around the kingdom. It’ll be like having Corona with me when I leave again. Oh, and Lance got me a bag of Monty’s candy. Score.

So, I don’t really know what to use this for. I guess if I go back on the road I can...write or doodle in here like Raps did when we were younger. I mean, I’ll probably write, if anything. She’s all about doodles. I wonder how many notebooks she’s filled up by now.

When I asked her what she thought I should do with the journal yesterday, she told me to write about the things that make me happy. That’s a good place to start, I suppose. I’m not her, though. She could probably write a novel and a half on what makes her happy--but not me. Most things make me angry, and I could probably write a novel on that. Screaming children make me angry, although they’re cute when they’re quiet. Parties and social interaction make me angry. People who pronounce ‘vase’ as ‘vayhse’ make me angry (it’s ‘vahz’). Being awake makes me angry. Being asleep makes me angry. Freeloaders and thieves make me angry--reformed ones are okay, though. Most people make me angry. Especially Fitzherbert. Don’t get me wrong, I love him...sometimes. 

But I’m supposed to be talking about things that make me happy. Honestly, I’m hard pressed to think of many, but I can think of some.

My weapons make me happy. I could stare at them for hours, in all honesty--I have so many (thanks Dad), and they’re all beautiful. I love polishing them, and admiring them, and of course...using them. Not in a creepy killer way or anything. Dueling is just really, really fun, and let me just say--I’ve made good use of my Fitzherbert sparring dummy since coming home.

My favorite weapon is my halberd. I keep it well cared for, sharp, polished, and shiny. It was the first weapon Dad gave me, for my eighth birthday. At that point, it towered over me, but not anymore--I’ve had it twenty years now, and it’s rather proportionate. I mean, it’s taller than me because it’s supposed to be, but seriously...watching eight year old me trudge around with it was probably a sight to see. Anyway, he chose it as my first weapon because it’s the weapon of choice for Corona’s guard. I was eight when he started really training me with them. Before, I’d sat on the sidelines and watched, but by eight, I was a full-fledged trainee. People thought he was crazy for raising his daughter to be a guard from such a young age, but I’m glad for it. I wouldn’t be able to protect myself otherwise.

I love all my weapons, though. I couldn’t take my halberd with me on the road, so I took two of my daggers and my favorite sword instead. Oh, how I wanted to take my mace, but it was too heavy to justify. My favorite dagger, I’ve had since I was sixteen. I had a few before it, but my favorite one is absolutely beautiful. It’s probably the most valuable thing that I own. It was a gift, too, a blade carved of steel and the handle of beautiful gold. It’s badass--the handle is carved into this weird...I don’t know, dragon? Lizard? Sea serpent? Whatever it is, it looks cool, and my name is engraved on the blade. The sheath is encrusted with small gems. It’s not from my dad, but from an ‘anonymous castle staff’ or something who leaves me gifts every year. I don’t know why they bother or how they afford it, but I love it. It’s not the most practical, because of the handle, it’s more ornamental. I don’t usually use it in sparring or fights. I didn’t bring it on the road with me, as much as it pained me to leave it home, because of its obvious, glaring value. So, it was nice to see it again when I got back here.

Hmm...I’ve been talking about my weapons for a while. What else makes me happy?

Books. I love books. I grew up with them as, well, my best friends. I was privileged enough to be educated, and educated well. I was reading fluently by the time I was six or seven, and when I wasn’t training, working or otherwise helping my father, you could be sure to find my nose buried in a book. One of the biggest perks of growing up in a castle is the library. I mean, usually, servants can read the book if they please and are able, but aren’t allowed to take the books out with them, or anything like that. I guess Queen Arianna likes me, because I was allowed. My father said it was a special privilege, since I was a learning child, and she valued the concept of book-smart young girls. Anyway, since I started working, I don’t use the library as much anymore--not because I dislike reading nowadays, but because I buy my own books. 

Funny story, here. Growing up, I read a lot of fantasy books, about...you know, damsels in distress and princesses who were saved by handsome knights in shining armor. I used to think that maybe, just maybe, if I trained hard enough, I could be the one to bring the lost princess home, and maybe even…

Well, a rogue thief beat me to it. And it wasn’t even on purpose.

Anyway, back to happy--animals make me happy, too. It doesn’t matter what kind, although I am sort of biased towards a certain owl and two particular horses. I don’t know what it is about animals, but despite the fact that they don’t speak our language, they’re a lot more capable of love and empathy than most humans are. There are a lot of great Coronan horses, but two are particularly dear to me. I remember when Max and Fidella were born, actually. They’re pretty close in age, though I think Max is a tad older--he was born when I was fourteen, and she when I was fifteen. Max was fathered by my father’s previous horse, and by the time he was weaned from his mother, it was clear he’d be taking his father’s place as the Captain’s horse. Fidella was actually born to my childhood favorite horse. I learned to ride on her mother, so it seems only appropriate to me that she became the one to accompany me on my journey. Her mother was a beautiful mare named Eliza. Eliza was quite similar to Fidella in color and stature--she certainly takes after her mother, not her father. Eliza was my first equine love, if you will. For a kid without any friends, a faithful horse can fill the gap. We had a lot of fun together, but she got sick and died a year or two after birthing Fidella. It broke me, honestly. Horses can live to thirty years, and she was only twelve at the time of her death. 

Right, happy. Oh people, I guess. I mean, as I said before, a lot of people piss me off, but some of them are more than okay. Dad is pretty great, and it’s been nice to be back and see him again. I didn’t appreciate him as much as I should have in my childhood--but then, isn’t that the way it goes? Raps is amazing too, and so is the rest of the gang. I don’t know where I’d be today if it weren’t for their fighting so hard to save me and, honestly, I don’t want to imagine. I’d probably be dead. Despite my...occasional bitterness, especially before, I’ve had some of my best times by their side. Actually, I’ve had nearly all of my best times by their side. Before Rapunzel came back and, well, pretty much forced me to be her friend, I had no one. I’m glad she did. If it weren’t for her, I probably would have died without letting anyone in, without having a single friend outside my father, Owl, my weapons and my books. But Rapunzel is…Rapunzel is impossible to resist. I learned eventually that there was no use in even trying to resist her--and she ended up being the best thing that had ever happened to me. She’s the first person I let in, the reason that I know what it means to be a friend (and how to become one), and the sole reason my friendship extended to Eugene, Lance, and Varian.

I mean...I had some dark times. Some really, really dark times. Happiness was the furthest thing from my mind. Instead, I was enraged, jealous, bitter, cold, and most of all, I was hurting. At that point, if you’d asked me, Rapunzel was the worst thing that had happened to me, even though deep down inside I loved her and cared for her more than I ever would have admitted at that point. I did some bad things, some horrible things. In my greed, in my...selfishness and lust for power, I committed some fucking heinous crimes. I hurt all of the people who were most dear to me. I almost caused the downfall of Corona--and the entire world quite easily could have followed.  

Yet still, when it was all said and done, Rapunzel still saw the light in me. Eugene, Lance, Varian, my dad, they all still saw the light in me. Despite all the pain and destruction, despite all the fear and uncertainty and my horrid crimes...they forgave me. They loved me.

I hated myself, and I wanted so badly for them to hate me, too. Maybe it’s what lesser people would have done, or maybe it’s what they should have done. I’m still not quite sure. Either way, they didn’t. They chose the path of forgiveness.  

That’s what love is. 

Rapunzel likes to say that I was never a bad person, and that I just lost my way. I hope that that is true, but honestly, I have no way of knowing. When I think of that time in my life, I’m detached. The memories are vivid and yet blurred. I don’t see that woman as me. I don’t. I can’t believe what I did, that my own two hands committed such offenses. I see that version of myself as a lost, sad, broken woman, descending further and further down a dangerous, shadowy path that would have ended in nothing but pain and destruction. I’d given up on myself. But my friends? They never gave up on me. They saved me from that.

Whether I was truly bad or just horribly lost is beside the point, because that’s not me anymore. It haunts me every waking moment, but it’s in the past. It hangs permanently in the back of my head, but I try to push it away, to ignore it. I’ve changed drastically. I now realize that I have, and always have had, so much to be grateful for. I still yearn for more. It’s almost as if it’s in my nature. But if it’s destined to come to me, then it will be manifested through my hard work. If it’s not, at least I tried.  

Most of the time, for me, happiness is hard to come by. Honestly, it is--even now, even though I realize I have much to be grateful for. It’s not such a bad thing to me, though, because when I do feel happiness...it’s exhilarating. It’s life-altering, and the taste of it sticks to my tongue like Monty’s taffy. When I do feel happiness, it makes all of the pain and all of the suffering that I’ve endured worth it. 

So, what is happiness to me?

Happiness...happiness is sharpening my weapons on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. Happiness is curling up by the fire, nose deep within a book, reading like my life depends on it. Happiness is  dark, windy, winding roads far from home, and the shiver that runs down your back when you realize, ‘I’m deciding my own destiny’. Happiness is a Coronan stable. Happiness is flying from town to town on horseback, meeting new people. Happiness is hunting with Owl, and sitting by the fire with Fidella. Happiness is a cup of ale, a shot of whiskey, and warm food. Happiness is laughing with friends, and melting into their arms after years apart. Happiness is the fact that you converse as if you hadn’t been away at all. Happiness is taking the horses out to the wall with Raps, and bickering with Eugene. Happiness is helping a greasy-handed Varian with one of his many ambitious projects, or screaming at Lance for eating your lunch. Happiness is having tea with Dad, and the prideful joy on his face when he pulls back from a hug. Happiness is loving, whether things, animals, or people. Happiness is being loved in return. 

Most of all, happiness is being alive. 

If it’s true that we only get one life, I’m happy that I’ve had the privilege and opportunity to spend mine the way that I have. 

That’s all for today. It’s time for this girl to get some rest.

Until next time,

Cassandra

[pftones3482]

I Think I Love You

Commission for @kriss-the-writing-nerd

Have all my commissions this week ended in wedding scenes? Yes. Do I care? No. Am I a sap at heart? Debatable. Under a cut for length. Enjoy!

~~

“I got you a present.”

Keith blinked rapidly, moving his tired eyes away from the paperwork he was going over and looking up at Lance. He was shifting from foot to foot in Keith’s doorway, holding a box in his hands so delicately that, were it not Lance, Keith might have thought it was a bomb. 

He was wearing pajamas, sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. The marks on his cheeks were glowing very faintly. In the light it might not have been noticeable, but it was late, so they were sparkling. It was a precious sight, one that made Keith’s heart flutter, but he forced his attention back to Lance and set down his reports from his mother.

“Why?”

Lance frowned, his hands dropping a little. “Well it…you and Hunk were off-world for your birthdays. I already gave Hunk his present, so I…I mean, it’s not really anything amazing, I made it, I just thought-”

“You didn’t have to do anything for that,” Keith said, soft. His lips parted and he glanced down at the box. His cheeks warmed a little. Obviously it wasn’t something special; he’d gotten Hunk a gift too, it wasn’t a Keith exclusive thing, but it didn’t stop the affection from rising in Keith’s chest nonetheless.

Lance stepped inside fully now, walking over to Keith’s bed and sitting gingerly on the edge like he was afraid Keith might kick him out. “Yes I did,” he snorted, pressing the box into Keith’s hands unceremoniously. “Like I said, it’s…nit’s nothing special. But I thought you might like it.”

Curious now, Keith untied the (red) ribbon from the package and set it on top of the reports. The flaps opened easily enough, and inside, nestled in (black) tissue paper, was a mason jar full of bright red jam. A piece of twine was wrapped around it, and dangling from the twine was a tiny wooden knife that was shaped suspiciously like Keith’s blade.

He pulled the jar out carefully, eyeing the label – strawberry rhubarb – and then fingering the knife, about the size of a butter knife. “You…made this?”

Lance’s cheeks were pink, his marks a little brighter. “Um…yeah? We make a lot of stuff o-on the farm, and I’m pretty good at jam, so I-”

“No, no,” Keith breathed. He looked up, eyes wide. “I mean, yes, that’s amazing, I haven’t had strawberries in forever and I’m sure the jam is…is amazing. I meant the knife.”

Lance’s tongue peeked out quickly as he licked his lips, so fast Keith barely caught it. It made his heart hammer. “Um…yeah. I uh…it’s something I picked up in my spare time. After everything. Woodworking is…relaxing. You can use it too, it’s meant to spread the jam.”

“It looks like mine.”

Lance’s smile was crooked, the glint in his eyes mischievous. “I know. Krolia helped me perfect it.”

Keith’s eyebrows shot up. “She was in on it? Dammit, Mom.”

Lance laughed and stood, twisting the hem of his shirt in his hands and nodding at the door. “I should uh…I should let you get back to your reports,” he said, eyes flickering to the paperwork on the bed. “Night, Keith.”

Keith realized with a start that Lance was already stepping out the door. “Lance!” he piped, a little too loud. If he hadn’t had any remaining dignity, he might have slapped his hand over his mouth. Lance turned back, eyebrows lifted, and Keith sheepishly held up the jar. “Thank you.”

He poured as much sincerity as he could into the words and Lance’s shoulders drooped a little – whether in relief or disappointment, Keith wasn’t sure. “Of course.”

Lance shut the door softly as he walked out, leaving Keith with a jar of jam and a pounding heart.

~~

“Surprise!”

Keith was lucky Lance wasn’t holding a knife. As it was, he whipped around, pinning the taller man to the wall in one swift move, arm pressed firmly against his throat and his other hand shoved against his cheek.

Dead silence, and then, slowly, Matt turned the living room light on. Keith held up his hands in slow surrender and Lance immediately dropped his stance, face shifting from pissed to surprised to sheepish. “Sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Keith settled his hand on his throat, trying not to wince at the ache Lance had left. “Yeah, well…our fault.”

Lance finally turned around, his eyes widening and hands flying up to cover his mouth as he finally spotted the rest of the group, holding presents and cake. A “Congratulations!” banner dangled precariously from where Matt and Shiro had hung it over the dining room entrance. “What the quiznak?” he whispered.

Curtis’ smile was boyish, eyes twinkling as he slapped a manila envelope into Lance’s hands. “Lance Sanchez, you have been officially accepted to the Garrison as the new flight instructor for middle and high school students.”

Lance closed his hands around the folder in a daze, staring down at the envelope, at his name, and then back up at Shiro and Curtis. “I…I put in the application last week. Please don’t tell me you guys fast tracked it, I-”

Shiro set his hand firmly on Lance’s shoulder. “Of course not, Lance. But you’re an incredible pilot, you’ve flown in battle more than anyone outside of this room, and you’re great with kids. It was a no brainer. Iverson agreed.”

Curtis’ lips twitched. “He seemed peeved that he agreed.”

The group burst into laughter but Lance just stared down at the envelope, his lips parted in soft wonder. “Wow. Wow, I…wait, how long have you guys been planning this?” he demanded.

Pidge shrugged, finally setting down the cake Hunk had made her hold. “Just this afternoon. Shiro texted the rest of us after lunch, and Keith had pretty much all of this ready by the time we got here.”

Lance turned slowly to Keith, who was smiling sheepishly. “Weren’t you off world this week?”

Keith waved his hand in a so-so motion. “For a while. I was just on Mars, though, so I wasn’t far. Plus you leave your spare key in the same place all the time. It’s not hard to get in.”

“Yeah you really need a security upgrade,” Krolia agreed.

Lance looked back down at the envelope and Keith studied him, watched the way his fingers shook, how his throat bobbed. His teeth bit into his lip, smile starting to form, and then his whole body shuddered with a laugh. “Wow,” he croaked. “Um…um, when do I start?”

Shiro tilted his head in acknowledgement. “This fall, with the incoming class. It’ll give me and Iverson time to go over teaching regimens and planning with you before your first students. But hey, you’re basically famous. They’ll listen to you,” the man said, winking.

“Now come on, you guys,” Coran whined. “I’ve been smelling this quiznaking cake of Hunk’s all day, I would LIKE to eat it!”

Hunk whooped, scooped up the cake Pidge had abandoned, and led the group to the kitchen. Lance caught Keith’s sleeve as he passed, pulling him back. “You did all this…for me?” Lance whispered, searching Keith’s face carefully.

Keith forced himself not to react beyond a soft smile. Lance’s fingers burned through the fabric of his shirt. “Of course. You deserved it, you idiot. You put in so much work, and I – we all know how much you wanted this.”

Lance’s eyes flickered to where Shiro was handing Hunk a knife. “I feel like…I feel like I didn’t earn it,” he said, even softer.

Keith turned to block his vision of the others. Emotions be damned, he reached out and grabbed Lance’s hand by the fingers. He squeezed. “If anyone deserves it, it’s you,” he murmured, waiting until Lance looked at him again before speaking. “You helped save the planet, you lost people really close to you, you-”

“That happened to you guys, too,” Lance protested. He slid his hand away from Keith’s and pulled it to his chest, curling his free one over it. “I wasn’t the only one.”

Keith tilted his head. “Yeah,” he admitted. “It did happen to us. But we all have what we want.”

He laughed, glancing back at the dining room, where Pidge was now arguing with Hunk about whatever piece of cake she was getting. “Pidge got her family back and is working intergalactically with some of the smartest beings we’ve ever met. Hunk is a galaxies wide famous chef and diplomat. Shiro and Curtis are married and travelling the world helping at risk LGBT kids and also teaching in their spare time. Coran got his home planet back and is happy with Iverson – as totally weird as I find that. You absolutely deserve this.”

“What about you?”

Keith started, looking back at Lance in surprise. He was staring at him curiously, shaggy hair hanging in his eyes. “What?”

He shrugged. “What about you? You named everyone else. What about you? Did you get what you wanted?”

His eyes swam with the depths of the oceans, glinted with the reaches of the stars. His skin was warm, this close, and being this near him, being here, ached. Ached beyond words. Keith felt his mouth go dry and his heart race. He looked back to the dining room. Shiro and Krolia were speaking now, soft, watching him worriedly. He gave them a tentative smile before turning back. “I uh…yeah. Yeah. I got my mom. I have Shiro. I…”

He trailed off, fumbling for the words. Refused to let the wrong ones slip from his lips. He couldn’t. He couldn’t lose him. “I have you guys,” he finally settled on, offering what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “I got…a family I never had. Friends I never had. I work with an amazing group of aliens. I…yeah.”

His stomach rolled as Lance’s head tilted in a miniscule way. “Friends, hmm?” he said.

And he was smiling, but there was something there, something Keith couldn’t place even while he nodded. “Yeah. You guys are pretty okay, most of the time,” he tried to tease.

Lance’s lips whitened as he pressed them together, nodding. “Okay,” he hummed. “Thanks, Keith.”

He brushed past him, and Keith was left feeling like he’d messed everything up.

~~

“You okay?”

Keith looked up as Pidge sat down next to him, her hands fidgeting with a piece of tech that Keith was sure he couldn’t even begin to understand. He hummed and looked back out over the Altean juniberry fields, watching as Hunk and Lance chased Lance’s niece and nephew through the flowers. It was their first visit to Altea, Christmas 4 years after the war, and they had asked Keith to join them on their trip.

He’d declined, preferring to watch from a distance. Being around Lance…hurt, sometimes. Especially on Altea. Especially on the holidays.

“You got it bad, huh?”

Keith choked on air, looking sideways at Pidge through the fringe of hair in his eyes. Her smile was sympathetic but her eyes glimmered with mirth. “What?” he managed.

Pidge shrugged, setting her tech aside and crossing her legs under her. Her green sweater looked ridiculously comfortable. “Come on, I’m ace, not blind,” she said with a roll of her eyes. A pause, and then she tapped her glasses frames. “Though I guess you could argue that point. You’re crushing so hard on Lance it’s kind of disgusting.”

Keith’s gut rolled and he looked down, fingers tightening on each other. He hadn’t told anyone but Shiro about his crush, though he knew that Krolia had seen some of the flashbacks of him crushing on the space whale. She’d never brought it up, and Shiro had stopped asking unless Keith spoke first. It was somewhat uncomfortable, hearing it from someone else. Like he was creepy and just…just wrong.

“Hey.”

He swallowed and let his gaze flicker back to Pidge, who was watching him with open concern. She scooted closer, bumping their knees and leaning on him. He sighed and edged his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his body and pressing a soft kiss to her head. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

Keith’s heart lurched in his chest as he watched Lance tackle Nadia and hold her down, tickling her sides until she shrieked. His smile was wide. “Yeah.”

His breathing stuttered and Pidge lifted her hand, twining their fingers together. “So talk. To him.”

Keith shook his head once, his cheek scratching against Pidge’s scruffy hair. “I don’t…I don’t want to ruin what we have. I’d rather…”

He sighed and dropped his forehead against Pidge’s hair. She hummed, the sound vibrating her whole body, and tightened her grip on his hand. “You’d rather keep what you have and hurt yourself than lose him all together. Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Pidge nodded and then twisted, climbing into his lap. She was much bigger now than she had been during Voltron times, but she still fit comfortably against Keith’s chest, lanky arms curling around his torso and nose tucked against his neck. “Talk to him,” she said again, softer. “I promise you it’ll be okay.”

Keith hugged her back, feeling like his entire heart was going to be ripped from his chest. “You can’t possibly know that,” he said, still tracking Lance and Hunk’s escapades through the flower fields.

“I can. I’m a genius, remember?”

At Keith’s scoff, she pulled back from their hug, looking up at Keith with a smile. “Hey. Man, I’m like, the least sappy person I know aside from maybe you. But you’ve been so gooey the last couple months it’s driving me nuts. He totally likes you, you’re blind not to see it.”

She tapped her glasses again. “And I’m blind. I’d know.”

Keith snorted and shifted his legs until Pidge’s back was against his chest, his arms settled loosely over her hips and his chin on her head. She fiddled with the cuffs of his red Christmas sweater Hunk had gotten him. “I won’t push you,” she said, her voice lost to the wind. “But think about it, okay?”

“You didn’t hang mistletoe up in the house, did you?” he asked, a warning tone in his voice. “I know you were helping Coran decorate.”

“Oh we totally did,” Pidge confirmed, laughter in her words. “But it’s mostly just plastered around Shiro and Curtis’ room. You didn’t answer me.”

Keith fell silent, tightening his grip on her and sighing. “I…I’ll think about it,” he finally agreed.

Pidge leaned back against him, warm and smelling like fire and cinnamon. “Thanks,” Keith mumbled after a moment. “For not…”

“I’d never,” and her voice was the most serious he’d heard it in a long time. “Never. That’s for you. When you’re ready.”

Down in the field, Lance looked up, face lighting up when he saw the two of them cuddling on the hillside. He lifted his hand and waved like a maniac. Pidge snickered and waved back, elbowing Keith until he lifted a tentative hand too. “You’re in love with such a dork, you know that?”

His smile came unbidden. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

~~

Lance found Keith on the roof of the family barn, watching the stars as if he hadn’t spent the last six – or 8, depending on how you looked at it – years flying through them. He climbed the trellis up, getting a glance at his approach, and sank down next to him, wrapping his arms around his knees. For a while they sat in silence, listening the wind coil around them and the crickets chirping in the distance.

“You’re going soon, then?”

Keith had been on planet for the last several weeks, since Easter, and all Lance knew was that he wasn’t staying at the farm forever. Which…part of him kind of wanted him to, even though he knew that Keith was doing important missionary work on other planets.

“Mm-hmm.”

Lance hesitated. When it came to Keith, he was at a loss. Hunk usually needed cuddling and hugs and long talks to work out his problems. Pidge used the rubber duck solution for scientific problems and quiet cuddling for emotional ones. Allura had been a mixture.

But Keith…was a mystery. Lance knew he openly talked about his feelings with Shiro and sometimes Pidge or Krolia, but never him. It stung, in a way. But it didn’t mean he was going to stop trying.

“Are you okay?”

Keith drew his knees closer to his mouth. Lance stayed quiet, knowing that sometimes pestering didn’t help people talk. He kept his eyes off him, too, watching only from his peripheral. Keith opened his mouth once, twice, closed it again and kept it shut. After a long, agonizing few minutes, he finally spoke.

“Do you ever feel…” Keith faltered, fingers physically opening and closing to find the word. “Like you’re not…I don’t know, in the right place?”

Lance tilted his head, leaning it on his knees. “Mentally or physically?”

Keith kept his eyes turned to the sky. “Maybe both?”

“Mm, yeah, sometimes. I think everyone does. Do you…feel that way?” he asked, trying not to pry too deep.

Keith’s lips pursed and Lance found himself tracing the shape of them with his eyes while he waited. “Kind of,” Keith said, licking his lips. “I…I love what I do. I love the people we help. But lately I’ve…”

He trailed off, and with a tug on his heart, Lance realized he was crying. He sat upright, eyes wide and mouth falling a little, but forced himself not to move. “You?”

Keith’s chin quivered. “I feel like…” His voice cracked. “I guess I’m homesick. But I don’t…I don’t even know what to call home. If it exists.”

His whole body shook and it took everything in Lance’s willpower to not scoot over and hug him until he couldn’t breathe. “My mom is…she’s so important to me. And I love her. And I feel at home with her. But it’s not…I lied. To you.”

Lance’s heart skipped. “What?”

“Last year, when you got the job,” Keith whimpered, pressing his hands to his face, and everything be damned, Lance scooted closer. “I told you…I told you I had what I wanted. I lied. I don’t know what I want, I just know that I want-”

He cut himself off, wary, eyed Lance like he was afraid he would laugh. His cheeks were red, Lance assumed from crying. “I want more,” he croaked out, voice wavering.

Lance let himself move in, wrapped Keith in the tightest hug he could muster. “That’s okay,” he whispered, carding his fingers through his hair as Keith clung to him. He swallowed, shutting his eyes. “You don’t have to know. It’s okay.”

“Please don’t leave,” Keith pleaded, his grip tight on Lance’s shoulders. “Please.”

Lance’s heart lurched and if he could have physically held Keith closer, he would have. “I won’t. Quiznak, of course I won’t, dude. You’re- you always have a home here. I promise.”

Holding Keith, listening to his shaking sobs and watching him break into pieces, Lance realized with a clarity he hadn’t had in a long time that at some point during the last five years, he’d fallen head over heels for the original red paladin.

~~

“I think I love you. I think…I think I love you. I love you. I think-”

“Lance! Come on, ten minutes until the march!”

Lance huffed and pressed his hands against the wall on either side of the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, slicked back hair, dark blue tie and black suit, a shockingly pretty orange rose pinned to his lapel. “Yup. Yup, I’m coming Hunk.”

The door opened behind him and Lance met Hunk’s eye in the mirror. Matching suit, though with a yellow tie, hair pulled back into a ponytail. He eyed him, frowning. “You okay dude?”

Lance rubbed a hand over his jaw, pushing away from the wall. “I don’t know. I want…I don’t know.”

Hunk shut the door behind him slowly, leaning against it and studying Lance. “It’s not the wedding, is it?”

Lance shook his head. “No, but you’re right, we have to get out there for the march. I can deal with it later. This isn’t the place.”

“For what?”

Hunk moved aside as Lance grabbed the doorknob. He didn’t turn it though, just held it. Pondering. “I want to tell him,” he said quietly.

Hunk was silent for a second. “Oh. Oh my god, dude, yes!”

“But I don’t…I don’t know how. And I shouldn’t…I really shouldn’t do it here. Not at a wedding, I mean, that seems super selfish, right, that’s selfish? That’s totally selfish, I couldn’t do that to Coran, I-”

“Bro,” Hunk chuckled, gripping his shoulders gently. “No, it’s not. I mean, okay maybe if you do it during the ceremony or make a big deal out of it, but you’re not gonna do that. It’ll be fine. I’ll be here the whole time, so will Pidge, and Shiro, everyone. You got this.”

Shay popped her head in the room, lifting an eyebrow. “If you two are done, you are two of the main four stars of this show, and we would LOVE for you to be out there.”

“Sarcastic much, babe?”

“It seems to be the easiest way to get humans to actually do things.”

“Touché.”

~~

Lance wasn’t sure how Alteans did weddings, but Coran’s vows were LONG as HELL. And then Iverson’s were just as long, and weirdly sappy (the man had grown on Lance a lot since his original Garrison days, but he was still a scary dude when he needed to be, so this was just a whole change of pace). The reception afterwards was lovely. Lance ate, avoided Keith, danced some more, drank way too much, and towards the end of the night downed his last glass of wine and stumbled outside.

“You’re not driving, are you?”

He turned to find Keith sitting there, red tie loose around his neck and jacket crumpled next to him. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, which Lance found unfairly hot. “Because I can drive you home, if you need.”

Lance shook his head, stumbling and sitting next to Keith with minimal falling. “No. No, I’m not…no driving. I’m not…I’m not stupid. I mean I am but like…not like that.”

Keith’s lips twitched in amusement. The air around them was cold, and it was helping to dull the alcohol in Lance’s system, easing the slight throbbing in his head. “You okay?” he asked. He was warm as hell.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Keith assured him. “A lot of people. I was getting overstimulated.”

Lance frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. “I can go.”

“No,” Keith said, quick. He flushed at Lance’s curious gaze and shrugged, glancing away. “You’re fine. It’s not bad when it’s someone I…I mean…”

“I think I love you.”

Lance’s eyebrows furrowed as Keith whipped his head around, mouth gaping like a fish, until his words caught up with his brain. He clapped a hand over his mouth, swallowing. “S-Sorry, sorry, shit, that’s not-”

“Lance.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, hand still on his face. The world felt like it was spinning around him, suffocating him. He couldn’t breathe. Keith’s voice was gentle when he spoke. “Lance, are you just that drunk? Or-?”

The second time was easier. “I love you,” Lance breathed, letting his hands fall into his lap and his eyes open. He stared at the pavement, his mouth dry. “I wanted to tell you…for a while. But I…it was never the right time.”

A pause. “How long?” Keith asked, soft.

Lance licked his lips. “Thinking back on it? Since I almost got sucked out into space through the air lock. That’s…I mean, that’s when it started. It didn’t really hit me until a couple months ago.”

Silence. Lance shut his eyes again. “I’m sorry, I made it weird, I-”

“You didn’t make anything weird, Lance,” Keith whispered, and his voice was closer now. Lance cracked an eye open to see Keith facing him, a knee dragged up under him on the bench. His hands settled on Lance’s leg. “You have…no idea how long I’ve loved you.”

A breath that Lance didn’t know he’d been holding shuddered out of him and he surged forwards, hand sliding up Keith’s jaw and tangling in his hair, dragging his lips against his and trying to remember how to breathe through his nose as they kissed.

Keith’s fingers closed around Lance’s tie, tugging him closer, until he was practically sitting in Keith’s lap on the tiny bench. He gasped into his mouth, pulling back, and Lance blinked twice, dragging a thumb over Keith’s skin to swipe at a tear. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, anxiety settling in his gut.

Keith huffed a laugh, letting his forehead fall to Lance’s shoulder, hands moving to cradle him in a hug. “I’ve just wanted this for so long. It doesn’t feel like…like it’s real.”

Lance reached back and tangled their fingers together, pulling Keith’s right hand up to his chest and settling it over his pounding heart. “It’s real. I promise you, I’m real. This is real.”

He pressed a soft kiss to Keith’s forehead. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

Keith snorted. “Me too.”

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Absolutely.”

[cabbagebender]

Keith? Oh and Hunk?

Ahh, thanks for the ask! From this headcanon ask game:

Hunk

Age:

Supplementary canon: 17 - 18 in Seasons 1-6, 18-19 in Seasons 7-8.

Headcanon: I take the birthdays and ages in the Paladin Handbook as if the book were written on January 1st, so Hunk is only three months younger than pre-space whale Keith, and he's closer in age to (psw) Keith than to Lance.

Ethnicity:

Supplementary Canon: Half Samoan, half African-American.

Headcanon: Samoan on his dad's side, African-American on his mom's. Yes, I have his entire family figured out. They were relatively major characters in a fic I was hyperfixated on writing for a few months.

Gender:

Sure!

Which is to say, I've entertained pretty much every gender headcanon there is for Hunk except cis girl.

Mental Health:

Anxiety

I've considered Hunk as having ADHD before

Physical Health:

I saw a colorblind headcanon for Hunk once and like, I can get behind that?

Also, I think it'd be tragically amusing if Hunk had a food allergy that piSSED him oFF because it keeps getting in the way of him trying dishes he really wants to try

Orientation:

Bi/Pan (I go back and forth on which label I use for him, but the sentiment remains the same – all genders)

Most of the time I headcanon him as someone who, well, doesn't necessarily actively identify as arospec, but acknowledges that he has NO idea how to differentiate between romantic and platonic attraction. He just? loves people? Once the other person is like "this is what our relationship is" it's a lot easier for him to then develop his feelings along the appropriate track, but like, for example, if Pidge, his best friend who he has a 100% platonic relationship with and has never wanted anything different from, was suddenly like "hey, i wanna date you!" he probably would be like "yeah, okay, sure, we can try that!" (he might be confused because Pidge hasn't historically been romantically attracted to people. But if he was convinced she was serious). And that's not because he's secretly harboring romantic feelings for her, he's just sort of down for developing romantic feelings for any of his most special people at a moment's notice – OR for nurturing a hearty platonic love that can never be broken.

I have written him as more alloromantic, though – but he always values his friendships as much as his romances.

Poly Hunk poly Hunk poly Hunk P O L Y

(The Hunk-and-Allura polycule is one of my favorite little brain things, borne out of the fact that I keep shipping those two with the same people)

Religious Background and Current Beliefs

Protestant Christian to both of the above, of the "be generous and love thy neighbour" variety

Keith

Age:

Supplementary canon: 18-19 in S1-5, 21 in S6-8

Ethnicity:

Half Korean-American on his human side.

(In human!AUs, I have him as half Korean-American, half-English-American. The biggest empire in recent history is the British Empire, so I usually make humanized Galra characters English for parallel reasons)

(which is funky bc I've done a LOT of human AUs, which means in my head I sort of think of Keith as mixed white/Korean but in the actual show he's none white)

Gender:

Agender

The hair. It's been growing out for years. It's Keith's (lack of) gender affirmation project.

Sometimes I have them eventually going by K and using they/them pronouns.

Mental Health:

ADHD

Autism

Prosopagnosia (face blindness)

Desperate, desperate need of a therapist

Physical Health:

Lots of fun funky alien biology side effects that made his doctors twitch when he was a supposedly all-human kid:

I've seen headcanons that Keith can't digest vegetables because of his Galra heritage. I'm not sure if I hold that headcanon 100%, because he is still half-human, but I definitely agree that Galra are carnivores (look at the teeth) and Keith is probably malnourished. Even his human parent is big and buff and Keith... is not. If he'd been raised by his dad throughout his childhood maybe he would have grown up beefier and taller (since I'm sure his dad probably at least somewhat understood the Galra diet from having lived with Krolia), buuut his dad died when Keith was prepubescent and then he was in the foster system and... yeah he probably wasn't getting the optimized diet for his particular interspecies genetic makeup.

I like to think that he grew up with a couple of Very Strange Health Conditions that turned out to just be Galra things, like UV vision and two sets of baby teeth and ridges of bone protruding from.his scalp like Acxa has (hello, big poofy bangs to hide that).

Also, any time he had to do a blood test or a urine test at the doctor's it just... did not provide anything resembling useful information.

Doctor: I... don't know what I'm looking at here exactly but we've run the test multiple times and this seems to be your actual blood? How do you have this much iron in your blood?? Maybe eat... less meat?

Hunk, looking at the same results years later, having adjusted for Galra heritage: Keith, you're anemic.

Keith: are you KIDDING me

(see: Keith is malnourished)

Like most real life interspecies hybrids, I think Keith is probably incapable of natural reproduction.

Orientation:

Asexual

Aromantic

But like also sometimes he feels intense things for people that are different from his usual platonic bonds, but the word romantic is all lovey dovey to him and he Can't attach that to the complicated place his feelings are coming from so ??? Is he actually aro?? or does he just have Stuff way too deeply seated to ever process his romantic attraction in a clear and conventional way?? does it make a difference at this point, if the word aro is what's comfortable for him? aka, stuff keith ponders alone in his room at 2:30 in the morning

(If you want my specific headcanons about Who "people" are, it's Allura and Hunk – his hella strong but also kinda messy emotional connection with Allura, where he's just like "I know this is different from every other bond in my life but Please do not ask me to explain idk the Fuck is going on," and the fact that every time Hunk grabs him or picks him up or otherwise manhandles him his brain just shuts down like "oh this is good please continue to make hold" when it SHOULD be going into fight mode the way it would for anyone else)

Religious Background and Current Beliefs

I honestly don't know what Keith's background would be, but I think he's sort of... generally agnostic? Like, he believes in a higher power but not necessarily a sentient one or something to be worshipped. It's more like a big spiritual pulse through the multiverse that connects everything and everyone – fate, but with free will. It's what he taps into to access his nigh psychic abilities, which I've talked about before but maybe not since I made this sideblog so let me know if you want me to make a post about that.

[comradesummers]

I’m curious about 1. Top 5 TV shows, 11. Top 5 female characters and 20. Top 5 overrated characters

Hi, thanks for asking!

Top 5 TV shows

(This list is based on my current mood, and will probably change tomorrow)

1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer 

Yeah, I know, what a shocker. It may be flawed, and old, and a little corny, but well, there’s a reason I dedicated a blog to it. No show means more to me than Buffy, and no show probably ever will.

2. Legends of Tomorrow

You know what, more shows need to be as batshit fucking crazy as Legends of Tomorrow is. More shows need to save the day via our main characters joining together to create a giant stuffed animal that hugs the bad guy to death. More shows need to give us killer unicorns, and sentient nipples, and hot girls with weapons who make out with each other.

Fuck the golden age of television, fuck everyone taking everything so goddamn seriously. Give me a pure, unadulterated, chaotic, drug-addled (I can only assume), queer, joyful, wonderful mess, and I will love and treasure it forever.

3. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Look, it’s just really good. I don’t really have much to say, beyond just like, it’s great, and it has great songs, and great comedy, and great drama, and great acting, and great writing, etc. It’s not perfect, because nothing is, but I do genuinely believe that it’s one of the best uses of the medium of television that I’ve ever seen. If any show could make me buy into the golden age of television bullshit, it’s probably Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.

4. One Day at a Time

So there’s this interview with Gloria Calderón Kellett and Mike Royce, where they talk about how the basic structure of any episode of the show, is that there is a topic at hand, whatever it may be, and then we hear the conservative argument (Lydia), the progressive argument (Elena), and the mediator (Penelope). And like, yeah, that’s it, that’s the show. In that sense it’s super reminiscent of Norman Lear’s work in the 70′s - All in the Family was also basically just one big argument.

So, in addition to everything that’s obviously incredible about the show (funny, well written, loving, the representation, Rita Moreno’s very existence being a gift to us all, etc.), there’s just something so brilliant about the simplicity of the basic premise, the argument about traditionalism vs. progress, which is made far more poignant and interesting because the characters are Cuban American. Lydia isn’t Archie Bunker, because her desire to preserve her traditions isn’t rooted in bigotry, it’s rooted in the culture that she was forced to leave behind. And Elena, as admirable as her quest for progress is, often fails to see the importance of preserving that culture (illustrated most obviously by the fact that she doesn’t speak Spanish). And although Penelope represents the middle ground, she isn’t always right either.

Everyone has a point, and that’s what makes each new conflict so fun to watch.

5. Queer Eye

Queer Eye makes me happy. It really is as simple as that. It has perfected the formula of bringing joy to the world, and I think that is a truly impressive feat.

Top 5 female characters

(I’m going to keep it to one character per show, because otherwise I'd be here all day. Also, again, this list is based on my current mood. It could change tomorrow.)

1. Buffy Summers 

Again, what a shocker. I don’t think I need to explain this one.

2. Elena Alvarez 

I really had to struggle to choose between Lydia, Penelope, and Elena, because I love all three of them so so much. But I went with Elena because she’s the person I aspire to be. She’s awkward, and weird, and struggles socially, and she’s not always right, but she also fights for what she believes in, actively. It’s not just about arguing with her grandmother, it’s about taking action, even if that action can be a little awkward and Elena-y. And well, seeing a character like her, who isn’t just the regular armchair activist young person that’s so common on TV, is really important and inspiring and I love her.

3. Rebecca Bunch 

She’s just kind of one of those characters that was iconic right out of the gate. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a character like Rebecca before, ever. And I haven’t seen any since honestly. It’s small stuff, like the fact that a character with Rachel Bloom’s body type is allowed to be aggressively sexual without being seen as disgusting or villainous for it. And it’s big stuff, like the portrayal of her mental illness, the fact that she was never written to be “likable” or whatever the fuck that means, but we loved her so much anyway. The show may have occasionally faltered, but Rebecca Bunch was always its center and its greatest achievement, and I will forever be grateful for her.

4. Regina Mills and Santana Lopez 

Yeah, I’m cheating, this one’s a tie. My justification for the cheating is that these two are in the same category for me, in terms of characters that I love, but I’m kind of ashamed of choosing because of their garbage source material. So yeah, it would probably be more accurate to say that I’ve chosen the fanfiction versions of both of these characters, but in my defense, the fics are a lot better than the shows they’re based on. Also, kudos to both of these actresses for somehow making these characters interesting in spite of the writing they had to work with.

5. Petra Solano 

Look, if it wasn’t already evident that I like type A control freaks, bonus points if they’re super fucked up, and extra bonus points if they’re into women, well it should be clear now. Petra in particular manages to walk the fine line of being easily the most tragic character of the show, and also easily one of the funniest, while also having one of the best redemption arcs I’ve ever seen. Idk how Grobglas and the writers managed to do all that, but it was really incredible to behold.

(I would like to extend my sincerest apologies to Veronica Mars, Amy Santiago, Rosa Diaz, Sara Lance, Zari Tomaz, and a bunch of other characters who have probably slipped my mind, all of whom would have made the list if I was in a different mood, or was currently obsessed with them. I love them all.)

Top 5 overrated characters

1. Wesley Wyndam Pryce

So, full disclosure, I’m just really not a fan of broody men who’s character development involves them being violent towards women and then brooding about it.

Wesley in particular, I get why people like him, he is a very well written and well acted example of this kind of character. But I’ve seen multiple people suggest that he’s the best character in the Buffyverse, and that drives me a little crazy. Like, no. Wesley becoming a broody asshole doesn’t make him a better character than Buffy or Willow or Cordelia or Gunn or Faith or anyone else, and I am so sick of that kind of broody man story being prioritized over every other kind of story.

2. Logan Echolls (please don’t kill me)

I actually like Logan, I think he’s a good character. I just wish the show, and subsequently the fandom, hadn’t prioritized his character over pretty much everyone else not named Veronica. But I do like him, to be clear.

3. Illyria (I’m so sorry)

Like really, I wish I liked her more. I guess it’s just because I was pissed they had to kill off Fred for Illyria, and she spent all of her time with Wesley, which didn’t do much to endear me to her. I guess maybe if she’d spent time with anyone else, I’d get why people like her, beyond Amy Acker being really good at her job. But she didn’t, and I just don’t get it.

I couldn’t think of a fourth and fifth one. As it turns out, I’m not a fan of the concept of something being overrated. All of the characters I named just aren’t necessarily my cup of tea, but that doesn’t mean I think they’re bad, they’re just not for me. And I don’t really like saying that people are wrong to like things. Plus, I just really couldn’t come up with anybody, and I really tried, I’m sorry.

[inviouswriting]

Primal AU - Void

I still have this going. Just been trying to think of things to write in it.

Then a song kind of inspired this. In to Hades from Domina Noctis. A Eurydice song.

Kivera curses to herself vehemently. The things she does for Divinity. The reaper traverses the different realms and dimensions till she finds one swirling with anger and sorrow.

“Ah, I found you.” She had just seen Divinity enter into Dusk Vigil, and she herself only has a few hours to work before a tragedy takes place. A voice rings in her head.

“You know what you are doing goes against what is set in motion.” 

“Bite me Kronos. She’s not dead yet.” Kivera barks at the voice, and shuts the god up out of her head.

“And what do you plan to trade in for this soul?” 

“Nothing. She is not dead yet. The underworld does not own her yet.” Kivera puts a finger to her lips.

“Now silence!” She uses a spell to quiet the time deity up. Kivera approaches one of the masses in this void, the fight against Mormo had began, and now she really only has seconds to snare her out.

There is a mantra of sorry repeated in hushed strained voice. Kiya curled in on herself, locked into this, from Kivera’s guess since she entered it. 

“A possession.” Kivera kneels to the soul, waving a hand in front of her to get the miqo’tes attention. When green eyes meet matching green eyes. Kiya almost swears she is looking into a mirror. Only one that is much more stunning than her own profile. The face concealed by an elegant mask.

“I didn’t want this...” Kiya starts.

“I know. You do not have to say anything. If you can talk, come with me.” Kiya is dragged to her feet, and watches as this being lights a path, mirroring the one she had ran through from the World of Darkness.

Kiya is on shaking feet, her soul ached from having her aether drained so much by Mormo. Kivera sees this and lifts her mask and briefly gives a kiss to Kiya to share in some of her own energy.

“Come now, we only have minutes before you are killed.” Kiya knows the battle raging on, she feels the blows on her body from fire, sword, and lance. Kivera pushes Kiya in front of herself.

“Walk to that gate now!” She swats her back and makes her move. Kiya does not hesitate and makes a run on her feet. She starts to turn her head back.

“Don’t you dare look back! Or you lose everything!” This keeps the miqote on her feet and looking forward. Behind her the path she is on lights in fire and starts crumbling after her steps. Kiya feels jagged thorns in the soles of her feet and stumbles. She feels a surge of white magic through her, and energy returning.

She makes a run for the gate, and once she does she feels heavy, but surrounded in warmth yet cold. Kiya is overwhelmed in her emotions as she feels her very soul healed and reached.

“Aymeric! I am sorry! I am so sorry! Forgive me!!” Tears brim her eyes, and she buries her face into the shoulder belonging to Divinity. Kiya passes out brief as her mind and soul adjusts back to her body. Having lost weight to it from the years she spent in Dusk Vigil.

Divinity says something she can’t make out to someone else. She is helped to her feet, but quickly loses footing till she is carried on Divinity’s back. Kiya felt safe and protected on her back, she was warm and curled in towards her.

Once they reached outside the stronghold, Kiya perks her head up hearing a familiar voice to her. Aymeric. She suddenly feels guilty and her heart ached in sorrow. She ducks her head down and turns her head away. Kiya feels eyes on her, and closes her own tight to avoid Aymeric’s stare, afraid if she looks into his eyes, she’ll remember all her mistakes she made.

Hands press to her face, warm and strong. 

“Please... look at me... Is it really you....” Kiya hears the hope in his voice, and opens her eyes. She is greeted to searching blue eyes. Her own green eyes search his even as she is pulled off Divinity’s back. Kiya’s eyes brim over in tears once more.

“Come on now, isn’t there something you want to tell him? You were crying it earlier.” Divinity’s voice is soft and reassuring. Kiya turns her attention back onto Aymeric.

“I-I’m so sorry! Aymeric!! Please forgive me.... I’ll never do it again! I’m sorry!!” Kiya in a quick blur of arms clings to him, and feels strong arms wrap around her.

“Kiya... my Kiya... my love, My Love!” Kiya sees absolute relief on his face, like she saw after she awoke after Ghimlyt Dark. Aymeric pins her down onto the cold stone floor. She yelps and squirms as her body registers the cold. She has lips crash into hers, and feels hot tears against her cheek. If he could hold her tighter he would, but her form makes him delicate.

After he breaks the kiss and feels relief at having his beloved back in his life. He reaches his hands to her face and helps sit her upright. Lucia bringing a cloak co conceal Kiya’s nude form. 

Aymeric brushes his hands over Kiya’s cheeks sweet and tender. Then grabs hold of her cheeks and pulls on them in a manner that makes people around them wonder and realize not to make him mad.

“You have any idea what you put me and your friends through!? What I had signed? Your death sentence!?! Those adventurers in there... I sent them to slay you! How you survived and were brought back... is beyond me.. I am grateful... but you! I will never forgive you for what you did!” He keeps hold of her face, for the first time since their very first fight. She sees the anger in his normally gentle ice blue eyes, reminder of how piercing they can be. His tone holds his emotion. She is crestfallen at his words how he won’t forgive her. She tries to look to the side, but his hold on her face keeps her still. 

“However, you can spend the rest of our life together making it up to me.” Aymeric presses his forehead to hers and locks his eyes as they soften. Full of love and warmth for her.

“Soul crystals, all of them.” He holds a hand out for her to give him all of her soul crystals. Kiya doesn’t hesitate in giving them to him. Seeing him hold them, his thumb gently pressing over her black mage stone.

“Three years. Hear me? Three. Years. You will not travel, and you will not go and put yourself in harms way. Understand me? Till you are strong enough to handle these roles again.” Aymeric keeps her stare, and she nods.

”Yes, Aymeric.” She says.

“Yes, Lord Commander, Ser Aymeric. Say it.” He corrects her.

“Yes! Lord Commander, Ser Aymeric!” Kiya repeats his words back, and after she does. Aymeric tucks the crystals away, then pulls her into his arms giving her the tightest hug she can ever feel. She is overwhelmed in emotions again. She feels herself lifted into Aymeric’s arms. Another knight approaches, and Aymeric wears an expression not wanting to deal with more than he needs.

“Ser Aymeric? Aren’t you not concerned of whether or not she might be enthralled? Or lingering effects from being a primal?” The knight is met with a sharp annoyed stare.

“Look at her. Does she look enthralled?” Kiya ducks her head down, seeing the way people are scared of her.

“The threat has been neutralized.” Divinity pipes up. 

“I saw to it myself. Kiya is returned and this day does not end on a tragic note. I say.. leave them alone.” Divinity continues, and the knight does not miss the look from Aymeric.

“I will not hear of anyone within my line of hearing slander her. Let us count our blessings. She is much returned in the same manner Estinien was spared from a needless death. If I hear anyone else speak ill of her. I might lose mine temper. Not another word.” He warns. He earns nods out of several people understanding. 

“Lord Commander. You should get her out of the cold before she freezes to death.” Lucia urges him on to get her to Ishgard. Aymeric nods, and is thankful for her to draw attention back to what was important.

Divinity lingers back and sees a broken mirror in a hallway. She is curious and peers into it, she is met with green eyes.

“I had a feeling this was from you.” Divinity smiles, making the reaper blush enough that the green flits to pink. 

“You owe me. I pissed Kronos off.” Kivera looks away with a huff. Divinity only smiles.

“I know. Thank you for stepping in.” Kivera looks over Divinity’s shoulder and spies Estinien regarding the interaction. Divinity straightens herself up, and Kivera vanishes from the mirror in wisps of smoke.

“Do not mind mine presence. Carry on.” He had chanced on them talking. Kivera he had encountered a few times since their night together.

“She is still a bit shy, forgive her Estinien.” He does see green eyes peer around the corner of the mirror like a wall.

“Aye, word of wise however. This place is not suited for conversations with those from the void. Too many onlookers. My place or the Inn would be better.” Estinien regards both of them.

“Agreed. Then we’re visiting you tonight? To celebrate?” Divinity smiles as he nods.

“I believe returning our friend and Aymeric’s beloved is celebration enough.”

Kivera regards them both.

“That should be payment enough for sparing her life.” Kivera chimes in, and disappears for now. Estinien does not know how he came to have these lovers. But glad to have Death on their side.

[tetrakys]

17. “Stop teasing me so much.” & 102. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

I decided to start from this ask for three reasons:

1) It was already posted on my blog so I involuntarily spoiled the surprise,

2) It’s the only Eldarya request that doesn’t involve Lance, I’ve received several so far of those, and I know that once I start writing about the dragon I won’t be able to think about anyone else.

3) I’ve been holding a grudge against Karen since she freaked out and attacked Guardienne in episode 23, so thank you dear Anon for giving me the perfect excuse to rewrite the following scene.

I promised real smut and real smut has been delivered people, so big NSFW.

Also, if vampire kink disgusts you, you’re advised to stay away.

Anon, let me know if you liked it.

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I ran to my room slamming the door behind me. I couldn’t believe that little pest… she had attacked me, and bit me! Nevra followed me looking preoccupied, I knew he’d been put in un uncomfortable position having to pick sides between his sister and his girlfriend, but I had done nothing to her and, I couldn’t stop stressing it, she had bit me!

“I’m sorry,” he said hugging me from behind. “I know she acted like a crazy person, but I’m all she has left. You know the story now, she followed me here and I’m responsible for her.”

“Sure, but it’s not a competition, I’m not here to take her place.”

“Of course not, she understands it now. You have a different but equally important place in my heart.”

“I’m not sure she got the message Nevra, she thinks you and I should not be together, that she should be enough for you.” I was feeling dejected, but also still mad.

“She definitely isn’t,” he replied, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck, leaving small kisses that immediately sent shivers down my spine.

We were about to have some fun earlier, before we got interrupted, and now I really needed to feel close to him. I thought about Karen sleeping next door and an idea popped into my mind. I knew she would never understand our relationship even if Nevra talked to her, he was way too soft with her.

I turned around in his arms and crushed my lips on his. I kissed him with passion, my hands in his hair, pushing him closer to me, as if I wanted to devour him. He had no doubt I wanted to take things further, and immediately took my shirt and my pants off me, leaving me only in my underwear. He was about to grab my hips to undress me completely when I took a step back and shook my head with a cheeky smile.

He looked at me confused and I laid my hands on his chest, when he was about to bow doen and kiss me again I pushed him, making him fall with his back on my bed. Slowly moving towards him, I sat on his lap, my legs at each side of his body. He raised on his elbow and I met him halfway, licking his lips with the tip of my tongue, leaving a small bite before pinning his hands on the bed to stop him from reaching for me.

“Don’t move…” I whispered, and tore his shirt open, exposing his sculped chest.

Starting from the hollow below his neck, I kissed and licked, down and down, over his abs, to his belly button. I didn’t stop until I reached the hem of his pants.

Looking up I could see fire in his eyes, and I didn’t release his gaze from mine while I opened his pants and freed his cock, that was already hard and ready.

Touching him lightly, I left soft caresses across its whole length towards the tip.

“Stop teasing me so much,” he said feebly, his tone almost pained.

Taking him fully in my hand, I started pumping slowly but steadily, never leaving my gaze from his. The moment I tightened my grip on him I heard him moan quietly.

“Come on…” I said, challenge in my voice, “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

Kneeling down I moved my lips closer to his cock and licked the tip, while still pumping his length in my hand.

He moaned louder and, panting, said, “I know exactly what you’re trying to do, you little devil.”

“Do you?” I asked without slowing my movements, “are you mad? Are you going to stop me?”

“I should bite you for this,” he replied, a heated glint in his eyes.

I looked up at him and without even thinking about it I said, “do it.”

“Wha… Are you sure?”

“I don’t want Karen to be the only vampire to have bit me, if there’s anyone who should do it it’s you. It’s your lips I want on my body. It’s your teeth I want to feel piercing my skin.”

I saw fire in his eyes and, with inhuman strength and speed, he took me by the waist and pushed me on the mattress, rising in top of me.

“It’s my turn to tease then,” he purred, pinning my wrists at each side of my head.

Laying his lips on my neck, he started kissing the whole length, from below my ear to my shoulder, slightly grazing the skin with his pointed teeth. My body was on fire and, when I felt so eager I was sure I was going to die, I felt a sharp pain immediately followed by a blissing sensation.

It had felt slightly pleasing before, but it was nothing compared to this. It was something in between the best sex I’d ever had  and a peaceful out-of-body experience. While I was lost in the sensation I could still perceive the weight of his body on mine, and his hard length on my inner thigh. I could feel his rhythmic movements while he sucked my blood, as if we were making love, and I knew this wasn’t just feeding for him either, it was sensual and exciting.

Freeing my wrists, he lowered his hands to my breasts and, in one swift movement, he tore my bra into pieces, his hands immediately grabbing and massaging with vigour.

With one last deep sip I came, an heart shattering orgasm, and I he did the same, spilling on my thigh and crushing on top of me.

I was panting heavily, coming down from my high, when I felt him languidly licking my neck around the holes his teeth had left in my skin, licking off the few drops of blood that had spilled and cauterising the wound the way only a vampire could do.

Once he was done, he dropped at my side and took me in his arms, my head resting on his chest.

“I’m sorry I got so worked-up, I should’ve been more understanding. I’m sure your sister knows how much we care about each other.”

“If she didn’t know before, I’m sure she does now,” he said tiredly, but a crooked smile was on his lips. “I won’t complain though, if this is what happens when you get mad, I’ll be sure to piss you off more often in the future.”

I jokingly slapped him on the chest, but then moved closer to cuddle even better.

We fell asleep soon after, in each other’s arms.

[eggoreviews]

My Top 25 Games Advent Day 10 - Detroit: Become Human (#16)

“We are gonna tell them peacefully that we want justice. If there’s any humanity in them, they will listen. And if not, others will take our place and continue this fight. Are you ready to follow me?”

This is a divisive game if ever I’ve seen one. Some cite David Cage’s latest multi-branch epic as a modern masterpiece of cinematic gaming, seamlessly weaving three tales of humanity and equality that is genuinely and sometimes harshly affected by your choices. But others, a fair amount of others, see this title as an overblown, janky mess with David Cage’s typical wonky, heavy-handed writing and themes that don’t even attempt subtlety. Me personally, I can see both sides of the fence. So here’s my take.

Going into Detroit, I honestly wasn’t expecting much, being well aware of the reputation Cage carries from his previous projects, but I’m a big ol fan of decision-based adventure games as anyone who’s been reading this countdown will know, so I thought it’d be a fun distraction. Detroit turned out to be what I consider to be the best decision-based game ever created (there’s one other in this list that places above Detroit, but you’ll see why when I get to it). And that’s purely down to the game mechanics alone, even just putting aside the characters and writing for a moment, the sheer amount of endings and branching pathways is baffling. This is a game that is perfectly in tune with every single choice you make, which can often result in deaths of characters that you can’t undo and then boom, you lose the rest of that character’s storyline. It’s harsh, but it means every player gets a different experience and gives much, much more weight to the decisions you make as you strive to get everybody out at the end. Detroit is genuinely a wild ride, made even more enjoyable by its various crime scene investigations, fight scenes and chase sequences, which all keep the overall gameplay from becoming stale.

Now, I know some people criticise this game as a whole for not digging into AI or telling another Ex Machina story about science and technology and ‘tHe SiNgULaRitY’ or whatever, but that’s because that’s really not what Detroit is trying to do. Detroit tells a story of standing up to prejudice and reminding us that humanity should always strive to do better by those that are oppressed, and using the allegory of androids is excellent in driving this home. Detroit is a story of overcoming prejudice in an increasingly terrifying world, as the city of Detroit itself is home to those hurling insults and violence at androids, while simultaneously becoming reliant on them. It’s an interesting paradox, especially as the game continues to give subtle speculation in the background of various scenes as how technology could affect infamous cities such as Detroit in the future, as well as giving an insight into the potential international climate in 2038, from bees dying out to a potential war over the Arctic between the US and Russia. The speculative world-building in this title is stellar, and it’s something I think a lot of people gloss over when considering this game to entirely lack subtlety.

Moving on the foreground of Detroit, here’s where the majority of the people point to Detroit’s massive ham-handedness. The characters. Detroit places you in the control, and basically places in your care, three entirely different characters with completely different and engaging perspectives on the growing number of ‘deviant’ androids:

Connor, a prototype detective android, begins the game entirely sided with his own oppressors, doing everything he can to ensure his mission is complete. Connor can remain as a cold, ruthless, uncaring machine for the entire game, to the disdain of your reluctant colleague and eventually close friend (boyfriend) Hank. Or, if you’ve made enough choices to make Connor reflect on his life, you are given the choice to later defect and allow Connor to discover his humanity. Here’s what I love about Detroit; going back to the masterful story branch crafting for a moment, the game doesn’t allow you to make throwaway choices that entirely contradict how you’ve been treating a character for the whole game, so Connor’s eventual deviancy can only come about if that’s how you’ve been playing him. What’s even more powerful is that, if you choose to stay on the original path Connor was taking, his eventual obsolescence is all the more heart-breaking, as he realises all too late that he was manipulated and used by his creators to harm those who wished for freedom, only to have himself replaced by a more advanced model after being successful. Now that’s how you do an ending.

The second, Markus, yet another prototype gifted to the artist Carl (played by the legendary Bishop himself, Lance Henrikson) to take care of him in his old age. Markus’ story has a hell of a lot of dimensions to it, as you acknowledge throughout your time with him that, despite the fact he is still a slave, he lives what could be seen as a privileged life, compared to other androids at least, living with the artist that simultaneously owns him and dictates his entire life, whilst also urging him to seek his own humanity and think for himself. Some interesting hypocrisy from Carl, which is another reason why it’s so easy to have mixed thoughts and feelings on certain characters. Characters are morally grey in Detroit, even if it doesn’t seem so on the surface! So there’s some of that nuance people seemed to forget was there (but hey, this is all just my opinion so uhhh don’t @ me telling me I suck). In the end, having fallen from his sheltered life into one now entirely dictated by himself, Markus finally sees for himself the horrible treatment of the rest of his kind and resolves to take action and becomes a symbol for the android rebellion, rounding off a satisfying arc for a character previously completely blind to the suffering of his fellow androids.

And the third, Kara, is a household android that has lost all memory beyond a horrible accident she seemed to have suffered. Unlike the polar opposite stances of Connor and Markus, Kara and her growing bond with her previous owner’s child Alice represent what Markus is fighting for and what Connor is fighting against; finding humanity. Kara doesn’t want a part in war or rebellion, her only desire is to protect the child she’s now caring for. While this perspective was extremely important, not least as a way of seeing firsthand how your large scale choices as Connor and Markus are affecting smaller scale narratives such as Kara and Alice’s bid for freedom, my one and only gripe is wishing they’d made Alice, and to a point Kara, into more developed characters that could stand on their own. While their plight is poignant and effective and their motivations are clear, the same can be said of Connor and Markus, who each have their own nuances and quirks to their character that subtly portray the humanity they’re discovering in themselves. Kara and Alice, with a little more development outside of their main drive, could’ve made that plotline just a little more interesting, but I maintain that their perspective was essential in showcasing the outcomes of your choices. Plus, Luther is an awesome character and I love him more than anything. It all just goes to show that a lot of the subtlety some claim as missing entirely can be found in other aspects of the experience, most notably the world-building and the excellently composed soundtrack. In particular, I think the move of choosing an individual composer for each character was absolute genius, as it gives each one their own unique musical style and atmosphere.

I know a lot of this, especially the characters and their arcs, may seem like cliches and so on the nose it isn’t even trying, but I think in this case, it just works. Stories of breaking away from ingrained prejudice can be just that and sometimes benefit from telling stories as they are, Detroit didn’t need to be stylised or rooted in subtle, shifting plot threads to leave me an absolute emotional wreck by the time I finished playing. Sure, it tackled its heavy themes with as much grace as a blind rhinoceros, but that didn’t detract at all from the emotional value of each individual plot thread and it certainly didn’t hamper the experience of being completely engrossed in a story where your choices matter more than anything else. David Cage may have rightfully earned his reputation as a bit of a fumbling, heavy-handed writer, but this game is so painstakingly crafted from every character to every setpiece and every choice alteration from minute to grandiose, makes that famous Cage jank almost entirely disappear. Almost. And if you yourself are a Cage skeptic as I once was (and to a point, still am), I encourage you to give this game a try.

Standout Moment Award: The crossover finale of all three main narrative threads is absolutely perfectly executed, and feels equally impactful no matter your choices. But, you know, obviously the best canon ending is when everyone gets out alive.

Standout Character Award: Connor. Of course this had to go to Connor, the ever-conflicted, messily efficient twinky android who is definitely dating Hank takes today’s standout character shoutout.

Tomorrow: No. 15; framed swordsman gets pissed off at a world-ending prophecy, bothers entire world for help.

[hazelandglasz]

Voltron Legendary Patissier (A Shklance AU)

I came across a wonderful drawing by @lemonjuiceday when visiting a con and I was immediately inspired to write this little fic. Nothing major, just a bout of fluff and food porn for our favorite boys (strictly food porn, you pervs ;))

On AO3

Lance didn’t expect to find himself in such a position, caught between two hard chests while working his part-time job.

Then again, he didn’t expect his part-time job to be in a bakery.

“A pâtisserie, not a bakery,” his boss insists, his fond, exasperated smile growing less and less fond and more and more exasperated with each time he has to repeat it to one of them.

Lance doesn’t blame him, he would be very specific too about his craft if he was … well, as crafty as Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane, his associate and their apprentices.

While Shiro splits his time between the kitchen and the till, Lance strictly works behind the counter, serving the customers and writing down the special orders.

And daydreaming about the way Shiro’s biceps flex so wonderfully in his tight shirt, and how mesmerizing are his eyes when he watches someone trying something new fresh out of the oven …

“Lance?”

And just how beautiful he is, inside and out.

“For Apicius’ sake, Lance, snap out of it!”

Lance blinks back into the moment and back to the voice calling his name in such a pissed off manner.

Sure enough, Lance’s binome glares at him, angrily shoving delicate little chouquettes in a paper bag while their customer smiles at them, her eyes moving back between them as if watching a tennis match.

“Yes, my dear colleague, how can I help you?” he replies sweetly--too sweetly to be subtle, if the intensification of Keith’s glare (and of the customer’s giggle) is any indication.

“For the third time, since we apparently lost you in the void between your ears,” Keith replies in the same dulcet tone, “can you, please, if it’s not too much of an imposition for you to move, get in the kitchen and get back mille-feuilles for the showcase?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Lance says, winking at the still-giggling customer while simultaneously hip-checking Keith out of his way, “of course, of course.”

Keith’s sigh still reaches Lance’s ears before the door closes between the two rooms. Lance takes a moment to breathe.

As much as he finds Shiro attractive and amazing, he cannot shake the itch that has crawled under his skin ever since he met Keith Kogane.

A need to punch him in his perfect face, with his fist or with his mouth, the jury is still out on that one.

Keith has seniority over Lance but he also works only in the front of the store. 

And thus lays Lance’s problem.

While he can escape Shiro’s … shironess every now and then, Keith’s mindfucking keithness is always around him, hovering, glaring, grumbling in a way that should not be as sexy as it is, dammit.

So, yeah, Lance is in a hell of his own making and, heartache be damned, he loves every minute of it.

##

Okay, this has gone on for too long.

Lance cannot prove it, but he would bet his favorite nerfgun that Shiro is doing it on purpose.

It here serves as a summary of everything that Shiro does around the shop: carelessly shaking his hips to the sound of the music drifting from the records shop next door, licking the tip of his fingers when he accidentally gets cream on them.

Accidentally, right, as if.

And he supposes Shiro also left a flour handprint on Keith’s ass by accident.

By all that he holds dear, Lance is not mentally equipped to deal with the image of those two together, together.

Separately, they are already forces to be reckoned with and Lance tries really har--ahem--he really tries his best to stay professional and not do something stupid, like drool all over them.

But if they are together?

Well, that takes care of his fantasies of dating either of them, but that sparks a fire under the possibility of dating them both.

Madre de dios, he’s only human and that’s just, to quote the great 21st century philosopher Bruno Mars, too hot, hot damn.

Lance sighs before shaking his head.

He needs to focus. If he cannot have the man, men, whatever, of his dreams, then he’s going to work, and have one aspect of his life that will be successful.

Oh, they’re out of Divorcés.

As there are no customers in the shop at the moment, Lance skips to the kitchen to get a tray of the delicious pastry.

Except that there is a conversation taking place that he is not supposed to hear and cannot resist any way.

“... insane, Shiro.”

“It would be complicated, sure, but--”

“Complicated? Try disastrous. You know that I agree with you on how attractive he is, but bringing him into our relationship? Let me spell it out for you: D-I-S-...”

“Keith …”

“Shiro …”

“Come on, babe,” a soft, wet sound pauses the conversation, “you’re always ranting about ways to shut him up.”

A soft laugh answers that, one that Lance would definitely characterize as a giggle if it didn’t come out of Keith “Badass” Kogane’s lips.

“You think that would do the trick?”

“No,” Shiro replies, laughter in the back of his voice, “but maybe you wouldn’t object if what came out of that beautiful, pouty mouth was moans and your name.”

“Or yours.”

“Or both.”

“God, Shiro …”

More wet sound that leaves little to Lance’s overactive imagination, and he flees the hallway to get back to the safety of the bright shop, where no one talks about threesomes and moaning and beautiful bodies intertwined …

Lance snaps his eyes shut and takes a deep breath just as the bell over the door rings.

“Welcome to Paladelicious, how can I sweeten your day?” he says reflexively, putting a smile on his face.

If he focuses on his job, he’ll find a way to bury his feelings, be it his lust or his jealousy over the man Shiro and Keith apparently want to bring into their bed.

Lucky bastard.

##

Or he can quit.

Lance doesn’t want to, he really likes this job, especially since he adores the world of pastry and really could see himself thriving in this field.

But.

This is just too painful.

He knows that neither Shiro nor Keith saw him eavesdropping on them, but ever since that day, Keith’s glare only intensified and Shiro is …

Well Shiro is Shiro, welcoming and warm like a cozy sweater and a hot chocolate with cinnamon sprinkled on top, but there is something behind his gaze that pulls on Lance’s heartstrings.

It’s with a heavy heart indeed that Lance came to the conclusion that he has to leave Paladelicious, and he’s not the only one already regretting it.

“Dude.”

“Hunk, don’t try to change my mind.”

“B-but, Lance!” Hunk still continues while Lance keeps on writing his resignation letter to Shiro--yes, he’s taking the cowards way out of writing to instead of facing Shiro, but can anyone really blame him?

“Lance, Lance, Lance, Lance, I’ll continue to say your name until you stop and look at me, Lance, Lance, Lance, L--”

“Hunk! Stop it,” Lance replies, making the rookie mistake of looking up at his best friend.

Because in spite of his height and bulk, the only real danger coming from Hunk Garrett is his puppy eyes.

“You don’t really want to leave us, do you Lance?”

“Of course I don’t want to!” Lance explodes. “But the alternative, it’s just too … too much for my--”

Before Lance can finish his sentence, his mouth finds itself otherwise occupied.

With an oversized chou, which is definitely on the petit side.

“Hmph!!!”

“Eat.”

“Hunpbdfrr!”

“You’ll thank me later. No one can be as moody as you were after my praline’d crème pat. And then we can close this silly conversation.”

As reluctant as he may be, Lance has to admit it: Hunk’s crème patissiere could ungrump the grumpiest of Grumps.

“Grumph.”

“Swallow.”

Lance laughs, most of the chou soothing his soul and filling his stomach already. “You know I always do.”

Behind them, at the piano, Pidge tsks as they boil several caramels in copper pans.

“Now, do you still want to leave? That means no more free goodies.”

“You’d still feed me some goodies when we get together, Hunk, don’t lie to yourself.”

Hunk blushes. “You’re probably right. But no more trying out my ideas if you’re not here.”

“You wanna leave?”

All three heads turn toward the door where Keith is standing, face even paler than usual and, oh dear Lord who has no mercy on Lance, hair tied in a messy bun.

Hunk and Pidge turn to Lance, a question in their eyes. What are you going to do now?

“I--I have considered it,” Lance mumbles. “May be best for everybody, all things considered.”

Even though I don’t want to. Even though it will hurt like a thousand knives dipped in hot sauce.

“But, I thought we--we bonded ...,”Keith opens and closes his mouth repeatedly, eyebrows going from a frown to sad before settling on anger again; funny how Lance never noticed how expressive those eyebrows were before.

“Fine,” Keith finally says, voice a lot colder than it ever was. “Do whatever you want, like I care. Not having to deal with you will bemmph?!”

Apparently, chou-shoving is Hunk’s move of the day.

“Do not. Finish. That sentence.” Hunk’s voice is frighteningly normal. Lance would be glad not to be on the receiving end of that tone if his mind was not replaying Keith’s words on repeat, with added acidic commentary.

Like I care. See, silly, he really does not need you in his life, not even as a co-worker so can you imagine dating him? It’s a wonder how you can even walk and breathe at the same time. Time for you to be useless somewhere else.

“Hunk, what the hell?!”

“We want Lance to stay and you are being mean.”

“You could have killed me!”

“With a chou? A deadly weapon for sure.”

“Guys?”

“What?”

“Lance left.”

Hunk glares at Keith. “Go fix what you broke.”

“But …”

“I am not afflicted with Lance’s obliviousness. Go; get him back. For everybody’s sake.”

Keith repeats his goldfish impression before giving Hunk a firm nod and rushing out.

Hunk picks a chou from the plate and munches on it. “Stupid men being stupid, amiright?”

Pidge nods vigorously, opening the chou open to suck on the creme. “Men being men, then.”

“Hey!”

“Not all men are as wise as you, Mr Garrett.”

“A’right, can’t deny it.”

##

Shiro doesn’t say a word, once Keith is done explaining what just happened in the lab.

He doesn’t frown, he doesn’t glare, he doesn’t yell.

He stands, shakes his head and opens the door to his office, aka the door to the back alley behind the store, nodding toward his bike.

Overall, Keith feels shittier than he did when he heard Hunk talking about Lance leaving, which is saying something.

He almost would have preferred for Shiro to scream at him.

At a redlight between the store and Lance’s place, Shiro pats Keith’s hands crossed over his stomach.

In Shironese, that pat means “it will be okay but you fucked up, my love.”

Keith tightens his hold on him.

In Keithan, that means “I am so sorry I got scared I fucked please forgive me.”

Since Lance took the bus back to his place, the three of them arrive at the same time.

Keith can see the moment Lance spots them on Shiro’s bike: Lance’s eyes widen and he stumbles.

“Lance, can we have a word?”

God bless Shiro for keeping his cool.

“What more is there to say?” Lance replies dejectedly with the saddest shrug Keith has ever witnessed. Now that he’s closer, Keith can see how red his eyes are and how pink his nose, and he cannot help the mixed feelings of guilt and adoration for the man standing in front of them that threaten to submerge him.

“I think Keith here has something to say,” Shiro replies softly, not so gently nudging Keith forward. “And I wouldn’t mind adding my two cents to what seems to be a classic miscommunication-provoked mess.”

Lance considers them, the unhappy downturn of his mouth increasing until he sighs, dropping his head to his chest. “Fine, come on up.”

Shiro and Keith exchange a look before following Lance up the flights of stairs leading to his apartment.

Keith spares a second to take in his environment and he has to repress the smile that threatens to appear at the sight around him. Lance’s place looks, well, it looks like him, warm and just a little bit messy but inviting and comfortable.

“Keith?” Shiro calls him, one eyebrow raised perfectly to push Keith to get on with his apology already.

Keith turns to Lance with a deep, strengthening breath. “Lance, I--I’m sorry for what I said back at the shop. I felt, um, I was hurt by the idea of you leaving us so suddenly, because, well, I--I, err, don’t want you to leave. The shop. Or,” he pauses, blidnly reaching for Shiro behind him, “or us, really.”

Lance’s eyes drop to their joined hands and if anything, his arms tighten around his torso.

Almost as if he’s trying to hold himself together.

“We don’t want you to leave,” Shiro repeats, taking a step toward Lance while still holding Keith’s hand. 

Lance’s frown increases. “‘S not like I’m such an important cog in the Paladelicious’ machine,” he mumbles, turning his back to them.

Shiro blinks before sighing fondly. Keith is familiar with that sigh.

It’s Shiro’s “God knows why I am getting myself in such a mess, but boy do I love every minute with you” sigh.

“Lance,” he says quietly, letting go of Keith’s hand to put both his hands on Lance’s shoulders, “I didn’t say a word about my store.”

Lance freezes before following the motion Shiro’s hands are provoking.

When he faces them again, his eyes are wide and shiny. “What are you sayin’?”

“I’m saying that we,” Shiro moves his hands from Lance’s shoulders to his cheeks, “want you in our lives.”

Lance’s mouth parts open, eyes darting to Keith. “Both of you? You--with me?”

Keith takes the one step separating him from the two other men and cups the back of Lance’s head. “Both of us, with you,” he whispers before leaning over Shiro’s arm to lightly press his lips to Lance.

Pina colada flavored lipbalm. Of course.

Lance laughs and hiccups at the same time, resulting in an adorable “meep” sound. With one hand, he covers Shiro’s hand on his cheek while the other reaches for Keith’s waist.

“What do you say?” Shiro asks, voice barely above a murmur as he runs his nose along Lance’s temple before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I--I say,” Lance starts before pausing, eyes fluttering shut as Shiro continues on kissing odwn his cheek and jaw, “I say that I’m all in, baby!”

Both Shiro and Keith lean in to kiss Lance, which results in quite a messy situation where noses are bumped and lips don’t necessarily meet the previously aimed for location, but neither of them would have it any other way.

“Hey!” Lance exclaims, pushing both men away. “Does that mean you want to shut me up? I resent tha--mph!”

As a matter of fact, it turns out that Shiro was right.

Kissing the living Hell out of Lance is a perfectly efficient technique to shut him up.

The End.

[airlock]

airlock grades the Punchable archetype

so far, a majority of the Fire Emblem villains I’ve covered in this series are the sort who are meant to be liked, forgiven, sympathized with... these here are not those ones. these are the ones whose singular purpose in the narrative is to piss you the hell off. so, which of them played that role to excellence?

(do note: under cut are spoilers for… everything, and also a significant amount of me criticizing or blamming characters that you might- okay, yeah, no, you probably don’t like anybody on this list, but you may still strongly disagree with my opinions of them. you’ve been warned! ha, no way these fools would set about reading the whole post now... what!? impossible!)

a foreword

so, to be very specific, I’m not rating every flatly irritating miniboss here; the definitive aspect here is that the character has to be a recurring one, whose extended screentime never quite ends up giving them a chance to be something other than vile. but more important than the hair-splitting here is giving some consideration to how exactly I’ll be doing the rating; after all, I’m not supposed to like any of these people, but there’s still better and worse ways to be despicable as a character.

I’m running pretty much on two central critteria: is this character entertaining, and is that character satisfying to take down. it’s more important to hit one than to hit both; a character who hits neither is significantly more likely to be a pure waste of bile, however.

without further ado, let’s start gritting those teeth!

fuck this guy

(9/10)

directly enabling the single most badass scene in all of Book II obviously lands you on the upper echelons of this here character type. but that’s just the effect; we should peer into the cause of what makes him work so well!

of the critteria I mentioned, Lang goes for the latter: he’s not only quite satisfying to defeat, it’s also great anytime someone finally talks back to him and puts him in his place. that’s because he’s not the sort of character for whom this sort of thing is a given. a lot of the ones we’ll see ahead of him are incompetent toadies on top of being amoral, but not this guy; he knows exactly what he’s doing, relying on the backing of the most powerful nation in the continent to plunder, raze, and oppress to his heart’s content. the business of doing something about this dipshit gets severely delayed by the dire consequences of crossing him -- until Marth finally decides that enough is enough.

and THEN Jagen tells him to meet him 9 PM at the Grustian denny’s parking lot for an old man brawl-

fuck this chin

(3/10)

I struggle to understand ol’ Kaga’s obssession with jealousy as a villainous character motivation, I really do. it’s one entirely realistic thing to envy someone for having riches, fame, status, influence, the attention of one’s crush, or other such things that are more or less objective and palpable. it’s also entirely a thing to have an inferiority complex and fear or spite people one perceives as being more talented, better looking, stronger, smarter than oneself. but the way these characters are written tends to come across like they’re furious because they’re underwritten gonk and not everyone else is.

... which hey, would be a pretty upsetting thing if it happened to a real person, but I don’t think meta-commentary is the point here, is it? I sincerely hope it isn’t...

fuck this lady

(7/10)

the second leg of Genealogy of the Holy War finds you facing the same sorts of enemies most of the time: half of them are Satanists, and the other half are unfortunate innocents trapped in the crossfire of courtly intrigue. it’s exactly because of this that the arc desperately needs a villain like Hilda.

Hilda is just someone who doesn’t particularly mind if the most effective path up the social ladder involves destroying her relatives, daughter included, or capturing children and forcing them into murder tournaments. how is the imperial machinery of tragedy and death supposed to run without someone like her cranking a couple of the levers? er, I mean, you don’t really crank levers unless you’re doing something weird, but... okay, moving on

amidst all of the battles you might struggle to feel were worth fighting, Hilda here serves as a reminder, as a face of every reason why the Empire is the enemy and must be defeated.

and yes, making Tinny kill her rocks

fuck this guy IN AMERICA

(2.5/10)

not too long ago I would have dropped him a straight zero, but I’ve recently been reading through the Project Exile text dumps for a new Thracia 776 fanslation and what can I say, they put good work into making him tick properly and I essentially have no choice but to keep that sort of thing in consideration when making the ratings, being that all of the other villains are also characters I only have indirect contact with through a translation that may have improved or worsened things.

but the good work is no miracle -- although given much-needed entertainment value, this guy is still who he is: practically a standard-fare asshole miniboss who ends up getting three whole chapters to chirp into. and to make matters worse, you only actually get the payoff to him in one of two possible routes!

I am strong, I am clever, I am handsome, and most importantly, fuck me

(4/10)

I can’t possibly deny that his antics are some of the most hilarious on this list; the ridiculous speeches, the facial expressions from the manga, the fact that he gets demoted on screen... and I mean, they got Kaiji Tang to put voice to his high drama on Heroes, on top of it all!

alas, it just really spoils the fun to a significant extent that his very introduction in Binding Blade sees him macking on a captive prepubescent girl. however entertaining it may be that she snatches his wig on that occasion anyway.

fuck this morph

(5/10)

yeah, some people wish. notably including Brendan Reed-

the thing with Sonia is that she’s a little less believable than most folks in this archetype -- specifically because she’s not, like, working within the structures of power that would let her get away with being as much of a dip as she wants to; she’s earned her influential position by seducing the boss, which is hard to buy when, however attractive she may be, she never has a single positive interaction with anyone and nobody trusts her (barring Ursula on both counts, but she’s not the one who needs to be brought on board anyway). I realize what a phenomenon it is to think with one’s dick, but come on; surely, you don’t let your new friend with benefits tell you how to do your job just because she’s that good in bed or something.

that said, although her overall spot on the plot feels weakly implemented, she still makes for a tremendous bulwark to overcome specifically within Nino’s subplot. what a powerful confrontation against a lifelong abuser she provides in the end!

do not fuck this guy what is wrong with you

(3/10)

Valter is just uncomfortable as a character, which is limbo as far as emotion-inducing goes; it’s not particularly entertaining, and nor is it artfully terrifying in the way that Orson is. furthermore, I normally praise Sacred Stones’s antagonists for averting the way of behaving like a plot device, but this guy is the exception; he seems to primarily show up to cause trouble because trouble needs to be caused.

I feel like he’d have made for a far stronger character concept if his backstory had been handled differently, being more specific in what part of his mind broke when he held the cursed lance, instead of just being “now he does bad things and talks like he’s vaguely horny throughout”.

at least he’s quite a bit entertaining in Heroes where he gets voiced lines and no particular characters or plots to interact with -- but if that’s what it takes to make the character shine, it doesn’t really say good things about him.

fuck beauty

(5.5/10)

so, the truth come out: does this guy is deserve becoming the absolute teacher’s pet he’s been since Radiant Dawn? my verdict on the matter is: not really.

I mean, Path of Radiance actually writes him into a solid niche; for all the big words he emits about being a patron of beauty, he’s ultimately just the same kind of petty, ostentatious garbage that poisons the governance of Begnion, and finally taking him down for good and all makes for an excellent dive after all the work it takes to set the light of justice on him -- not just in Day Breaks (oh gooooooooddd) but over the course of the several chapters it takes.

it’s all downhill from there, though. his appareance in Radiant Dawn is not only unecessary, but also a deviation from the established writing to focus on pallid, ineffective jokes, like someone invented Heroes writing before the thing itself happened. he fights on your side because now he genuinely cares about beauty and art to the point he’ll fight a goddess over it? yeah, that’s not who he was.

and seriously, one strongly gets the impression that, in that appearance onwards, the punchline is just supposed to be that he’s fat, bald, wordy, and has a shitty mustache -- which, besides being blatant fatphobia, is seriously stale; “it’s funny because he’s ugly” is, like, at least two random minibosses per game, usually more.

fuck the senate

(2/10)

although he jabs a lot of the buttons that should make for an entertaining and stalwart hate sink, it ends up not really working.

his narcisism lacks the performatic grandeur of the likes of Narcian; it lands as pastiche at best, and common annoying smugness at worst. and although he’s powerful and influential enough to cause a bunch of problems, he’s introduced at a weird time that fails to make his specfic capabilties relevant to opposing the protagonists, and he ends up not doing a lot more than severely inconveniencing Zelgius (who is on his team) a couple times.

at least, the battle dialogue against him in Part 4 still provides some of the most fierce drags in Radiant Dawn

fuck the valm arc

(0/10)

seriously, fuck it

but ahem, onto the guy in question: he’s an annoying waste of writing space that doesn’t seem to be intended for any reason other than making the rest of Team Bad Guy look good, plain and simple.

you might be thinking, airlock, this is the third Awakening villain you blammed in four posts, are you just biased? the answer is: yes, but even if I were being perfectly fair, let’s be real, antagonists are just not one of that game’s strengths, overall. that just happens sometimes; I can really say the same thing of like Thracia 776, y’know?

fuck playing f- yeah, okay, that’s just low-hanging fruit

(??/10)

honestly, from this distance, none of Fates’s fixed antagonists bar Anankos really give me the impression of not just being despicable pastiche, but I’m guessing he’s supposed to be the one who actually intended to take it as a niche?

so, I’m just going to assume you hated this, but how was it? are you glad it’s over, or do you regret having read it at all? we’re probably not going to be spared from one of these characters on Three Houses, but specifically how much would you like to hate the one that comes along? to be honest, your thoughts aren’t remotely as good as mine, so I wouldn’t bother replying or reblogging to share them, worm. what? you’ll do it anyway!? how dare you! do you know what I’m capable of!?

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

Sumbission

Thanks for replying to my submission.  Funny thing, you took so long to do it that I thought you got sick of the topic and deleted it lol.  Which is cool.  If you’re tired of talking about it, feel free to delete this too.

Since you did reply though, I just want to reply to a few things.  I agree with Peggy that I don’t believe the writers hated Mon El for two years.  The Kreisberg excuse has no bearing on what happened to him.  Look, here’s an example: after the Harvey Weinstein debacle, do you think the writers/producers of his projects took their hate of him out onto his projects?  Why would they?  It makes no sense.

So why such a difference between s2 Mon El and s3 Mon El?  It’s not because they hated him, it’s because they’re shitty writers who got painted into a corner because of the Mon El hate and let it negatively affect what they did with him in s3,hence making a total fucking mess.  s2 Mon El wasn’t written like anyone hated him, he was spoiled but also funny, goofy and genuinely loving and along the way he evolved into a wannabe hero who fell in love and Kara fell back in love with him too.  What part of that seems like he written from writers who hated him?  Not only that, but you can’t blame it on Kreisberg being there either, he was a producer, not the writers, he didn’t write the scripts so you can’t say Kreisberg is why s2 Mon El was written like that.  I doubt Kreisberg stood over the writers and pointed a gun to their heads saying to write Mon El in that way or else.  The far more logical explanation to me is the writers wrote him that way because they planned to make him a hero and eventual endgame for Kara.  

So why s3 Mon El and the total pile of shit with the way he was written then?  Because not only did scs make their lives hell with the constant barraging of complaining, nastiness and hate, but they also got hate from Sanvers shippers and the moron “feminists” who screamed bloody murder at Kara getting ANY love interest, saying it made her weak, an anti-feminist, and all that BS.  A smart group of writers would’ve just rolled their eyes and kept on with their original plan [to make Mon El a hero and karamel endgame] and muted the bullies or better yet blocked them but these idiots writers literally believed with all the immensely vocal morons screaming over and over that that’s what all the fans wanted.  They tried to rehabilitate Mon El to placate the moron/bully trifecta - they fucked it up not because they hated Mon El but because they got painted into a corner and so came out their weak, shitty writing, not realizing instead of making Mon El look better to the bullies, they were actually making him look worse - and all they did was piss off karamel/Mon El fans but I can assure you that wasn’t their intention.  They didn’t realize the real hate of Mon El was ship-related and they thought the turgid mess that was s3 would make Mon El acceptable to the bullies, which of course it wasn’t acceptable to anyone.  In the end, who knows what happened?  Maybe they gave up and decided it wasn’t worth it to deal with the psychos and just wrote him off BADLY.  Or maybe Chris had had enough, decided to go.  Insert your favorite conspiracy theory here, Area 51 peeps need not apply.

Anyway, one last thing for people who think fans have no say in how a show is run, trust me, they’ve always had a say even back in the days when there was no social media.  Some writers listen more to fans than others but these days, everyone monitors the fan reactions on social media with every show.  There have been many shows who’ve basically kept characters around they never meant to JUST because they’re so popular with fans.  The actor playing the youngest kid from One Day at a Time basically took over all the storylines.  Steve Urkel in Family Matters was meant to be a one-time guest star, and he basically became THE star of the show.  When the writers realized Will on Alias was getting so much hate, they admitted in an interview they retooled the entire character because of it.  I remember the funniest comment of that era coming from an online fan who posted a huge rant about him online and ended it with the line that everyone quoted for a while “And BUY THE BOY A HAIRBRUSH!” (they were complaining about his hair).  But I digress.  And of course Felicity Smoak was never meant to be Oliver’s love interest either till she developed a fan following, I’m pretty sure Laurel Lance was supposed to be his initial endgame.  Point being, I don’t think Mon El was gotten rid of because of nothing but fan hate.  But I definitely do think it was a huge factor in how they ended up writing him in s3 and it’s also why they’ve gotten to the point where they’re afraid to even breathe a word of him now.  Anytime they do, the hyenas go batshit crazy.  And we all know how afraid of the hyenas they are, hence also why SG has become the Luthor hour now.  

Thanks again for putting up with another submission from me.   :)

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Yeah, sorry. As I said I’m on fence with this topic. One day I think that, the next this blah blah.

I guess I didn’t make myself clear. I don’t think they hated him because of AK, I think they just didn’t like his character as a whole, a frat boy from Daxam, LI for Kara instead of James etc. But the whole AK drama helped them. There was something about that they could not use AK’s ideas after they kicked him out. I have heard Legion was his baby (while Reign was Queller’s) and they had to changed things. And comparing Legion 3B storyline with 3A storyline – it makes absolutely no sense, there are missing parts, ignored things and simply dumb things – I think, personally, there is some germ of truth in it. Also, well AK was a face of Arrowverse and I don’t think he had at that time other projects. And he is not Weinstein (fuck him very much) league.

Well, they couldn’t have written him differently in s2, because they were supervised. Also, writers can’t openly write their characters like they hate them, because it’s not professional. No writer can admit that, it’s like a say sayonara to your career. We can talk about Dark Angel and Supernatural and about writers who hated characters. Small things. Like writing a dialogue about microagression that haters can twist. Also, you want to tell me executive producers just allow the writers to write anything they want? Plus, I need to check how many writers were changed between s 2 and 3 to have some, hmm, clearer picture.

And I think we didn’t understand each other. I don’t think s2 Mon-El was a problem or that he was written like writers didn’t like him. Problem started in s3. After AK left and Queller and Rowner got more power.

In s2 yes, but in s3 he was written as an end game bait. Imo.

The hate probably was the factor, but just one of many. The same goes for my “writers hated him and karamels”. I don’t think it was the only one possibility (did I sound like that earlier? Sorry).

We all know what fucking FANSERVICE is. It basically killed Teen Wolf and sooo many other shows. When writers and producers become fan’s bitches, you know show is going to drown in shit :’)

But you know, there is fanservice when people demand something JUST BECAUSE THEY WANT SOMETHING, and there is change in plan when something simply doesn’t work. There is fine line between fanservice and throwing away not working plan.

(They were hating on poor Will? Thank god I was not in the fandoms back then xD)

Anyway, all we do here is speculating. Basically I agree with you, just with different proportions. And we won’t know the truth. Maybe in 20 years when some of the writers will write autobiography :P

Thanks for the submission :D