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gravitywasneveranoption · 10 months ago

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Whumpuary 2024 day 1

It's my birthday except my family got sick so we can't have a party so I'm just writing my silly stories instead. I thought doing a little ramble per prompt would be fun so here we go :D

ft. me trying to be good at voice lmao

Captivity- (Summer of Hell; Megan) (TW: war, abuse, self hatred, torture)

Megan still remembered what the idiot at the front desk said.

“We could get somebody else, but we want someone like you.”

How fucking stupid he was for believing that. They prayed on his fear of being useless and his need for someone to boss him around again. They dragged him off in an unmarked scuttletruck under the guise of giving him a true purpose in life. How generous, throwing him into the trenches of Vekland. Armed with nothing but hempen rope and an ability to beg for his life, he was admitted into the now-called Miracle Squad, team 107 of the Vekland Redcoats. After a while, he felt like he was worth something again, like he had a real family. What a fucking lie.

Now he was bound in the same rope they supplied him with, watching as his captor paced back and forth. He was trapped in such a way to prohibit any kind of movement, a bent, painful kneel with his head hung down and his teeth biting down on the rope they gagged him with. It was humiliating. He couldn’t even shout curses at his enemy, let alone sit comfortably. His gaze was fixed on the person in front of him, craning his neck as much as he could to be able to meet their eyes.

As their captor paced back and forth, they were debating something. They were clearly nervous, fidgeting with their gloved hands.

Snow- (Ahead In Time; Lance) (TW: attempted suicide (kinda??) freezing to death)

Cold. Why wasn’t it cold?

Lance’s eyelids startled open, and with a sharp gasp, he launched to stand upright. The energy didn’t really get him anywhere, just barely moving the ridiculously heavy and ornate blankets on top of him.

Where was he?

Last thing Lance remembered was, after passing a signpost miles back, finally lying down to rest in the burning snow. He had given up. He remembered letting his numb knees buckle from under him, sending him face down into at least 5 feet of hard snow. So how was he lying in a giant bed complete with matching canopy and golden embroidery?

Was he dead? Was this heaven? Why was it so warm?

It was scary how comfortable he was. It felt like he had been drugged, with how much he wanted to fall asleep again. He pushed the blankets off of him, struggling for a second against their hug and almost panicking because he couldn't get them off. He stared in awe for a second at the space around him. The windows caught his eye, particularly what was outside of them. Snow. Mounds and mounds of snow, completed with a steady stream of it from the sky.

“No fucking way,” he muttered. So it was real? He really ended up here? In a beautifully clean, elaborate, luxurious and warm bedroom? “No fucking way.”

Secret Revealed- (Unnamed Security Breach BAT AU; E.X.E., Charlie, mentioned Will, Henry, Endo and Vanessa) (TW: mentioned murder (out of self-defense), torture, blades (knife), mentioned noncon drugging, mentioned noncon body modification)

What kind of confession was that?

“You. You killed a guy.” E.X.E. stammered.

Charlie’s head was bowed, out of shame. Probably didn’t help that her neck was also chained to the floor. “I killed William Vincent Afton in Hurricane Fashion Mal–”

“Dude, I didn’t mean ‘tell me all the details’, sheesh. I meant that your secret fucking sucks, bro. I was hoping for something actually interesting, like that you have a crush on one of the animatronics or something hilarious like that. How am I supposed to manipulate that without feeling like a total prick? God.”

Charlie looked up. “Are you serious? You literally drugged me, hauled me here, chained me up and asked me violating questions just to get scared off by my sob story? You’re a horrible bad guy.”

“Hey, no, I’m a great bad guy, I’m just not that much of a dick. I’m just waiting for Vanessa to get back here so we can tear open your hide. This would be so much easier with Endo, he’s so good at coming up with supervillain stuff. I mean, it makes sense that he’d be good at absolutely everything cuz’ he’s like, ‘the ultimate robot’ and all. Anyways, like, what’s your favorite pizza?”

“You’re just making shit up now. This isn’t intimidating in the slightest.” Charlie scoffed. “You might as well just be offering me tea and crackers.”

“Shut up. I can be mean. I can be evil. What if I made fun of your outfit, huh? How would that make you feel?” E.X.E. squatted in front of their prisoner, trying to scare her once more.

“If your ‘friends’ are as dumb as this then there’s no way you’re gonna get anything done. Why do you even want me, anyways?”

“Cuz’ you’ve got the parts I need to fix my evil robot friend who’s gonna take over the world and give me fair pay! God, why do you have to be so much of a downer?”

“So you’re gonna turn me into scrap metal? Really? Aren’t I a historical artifact or whatever to you assholes?”

“Nope!” E.X.E. jumped back up again, grabbing their knife to fidget with. “Corporate doesn’t know shit about Old Man Emily’s robots, and I’ve got more pressing things to worry about like paying my grocery bills than about destroying a stupid old animatronic. Like, so what if you're so life-like even you didn’t even know you weren’t real? Pass! We’ve got a chicken who eats garbage instead, which is, like, so much better. Anyways, which finger would you rather lose?”

Charlie paused. “What? Why–”

“If you don’t answer, I’ll just choose one at random. I’m kinda getting bored of chit-chat, so I thought I’d do something fun instead.” E.X.E. spun their knife around, expertly avoiding any of their own fingers.

Charlie felt sick to her stomach again. Her mind slowed, filling with panic.

“Ugh, you’re taking too long,” E.X.E. knelt down to grab one of Charlie’s paws. “How ‘bout your thumb? That’d be fucked up.”

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j-graysonlibrary · 1 year ago

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Fort Heaven Chapter 6

Title: Fort Heaven

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 69K

Genres: Suspense, investigative, drama, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Some call it a hoax. Others claim it’s a cult. But, to Evon and his friend Yasmine, two online journalists, Fort Heaven is the subject of their latest story. Along for the assignment is cameraman and not-so-secret crush of Evon’s: Russet. With a drunken, murky night in their recent history, things are especially tense between them but, of course, personal matters take a backseat when the interviews start. The trio speaks to ex-members of Fort Heaven and, while some of the accounts are shocking, the job remains just that: A job. That is until one of the women they interviewed, along with her daughter, goes missing. It soon becomes clear that not only is Fort Heaven a real threat but Evon and his friends are being watched. And what started as a simple cash-grab article is now a matter of life and death.

Full Chapter 6 under the cut

Chapter 6

The keyboard clicked with each tap of Evon’s fingers as he took the notes from the interview and tried to lace them together with continuity and grace. Linda’s story was a short one but it would still be a good insight—especially by the time he was done embellishing it a bit.

In the corner of his computer screen Yasmine sent him a few messages about her notes and a secondary interview.

Evon worked quickly to finish up a paragraph before checking what she had to say. He asked about the next interview and was immediately taken aback.

It would be at least a day’s trip away.

Unwilling to try to articulate his thoughts via text, he picked up his phone to call her. As soon as she picked up, she laughed.

“Why did you call me?”

“It’s easier,” he defended himself but still laughed along with her. “What’s up with the next interview? Did you get a reply back today?”

“Just about an hour ago, actually.” Her voice was distant—she probably had him on speaker. “I already said we’d do it but it might take a couple of days. Didn’t want to spring a huge trip on you out of nowhere.”

“Well I appreciate it,” Evon remarked, “who is it with?”

He could hear some typing over the phone before she answered him. “Bob and Darcy…no last name. I guess last names don’t really matter in this context anyway…” There was a short pause. “Anyway, Bob was in Fort Heaven for—wow—like a decade almost. He left with his wife and they had to move six…wait…SIX times!?”

“Jesus…”

“This is going to be a little intense…” she trailed off, probably reading more of the message. “Sorry, this is a new email from them I just got.”

Evon laughed. “I kind of figured with that reaction.”

“Alright they gave me their number so we can talk,” Yasmine mumbled but he could distinguish her words, “What time frame would work for you best, Evon?”

“Next week? Maybe Tuesday or Wednesday if that’s okay with them.”

The weekend would inevitably be full of polishing the small piece that they had written between the two of them about Linda. As long as it was interesting, well written, and fully engaging their boss then they could get a real time frame for the final project.

It was scary to think that Gavin could take one look at what they had and tell them that they had to either leave or take free-lance positions. Evon wanted to have more material prepared but he hoped that with Linda’s piece and a brief rundown of what they already received from Bob and Marcy that it would be enough.

***

Russet laid halfway down on his bed and watched over the video he had while mentally picturing how he would edit the pieces together. He’d have to get his computer up and running to go through the big camera’s footage but he was feeling just a little too lazy.

The video started from the moment the three had entered the car to the moment they left it with a few breaks throughout. Some of it was just scenery which he would keep but likely put to the side and add in later when needed.

He scratched the side of his chin before speeding forward a few minutes. Only Evon was in the shot and it was in the middle of one of their group sing-a-longs. Toward the end an overly excited Evon tried to hit a high note but his voice completely broke and he started coughing though there was a lot of laughter in there as well.

Yasmine could be heard cackling off camera. “You sounded like a thirteen year old boy going through puberty!”

“My throat is dry,” he retaliated and took his right hand off the wheel to smack at her.

She wasn’t bothered by it at all and continued to laugh.

“You didn’t hit the note either,” Evon said once she’d settled down some.

“I didn’t try.”

“Children,” Russet heard himself on camera, “No fighting.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Yasmine asked and the camera finally moved in her direction. She had her hand stuffed in the side of her jacket only so she could pull it out and reveal her middle finger.

Russet chuckled and threatened, “I’ll turn this car around.”

“I’m driving,” Evon pointed out just before the camera refocused on him.

“I’ll figure something out,” he responded.

“He’s gonna kill us!” Yasmine yelled dramatically, “God no! Is this why you agreed to come?! So you could kill us yourself?!”

“Absolutely,” Russet answered with a straight voice. “I’m filming so I can re-watch it later and re-live the moment forever.”

“Well this got dark really fast,” Evon said and then they all laughed.

Russet paused the video and sighed—mostly in disappointment at himself. He’d been getting steadily worse and the video and his recent actions just reinforced that. He wondered if anyone had actually noticed—Trinity specifically.

“This is stupid,” he mumbled to himself and then laid his head back onto his pillow. His room was small and rather bland in terms of decoration so there wasn’t much to focus on and that let his mind wander.

When he first remembered seeing Evon was when he was still a baby. Trinity, unlike a lot of children, was excited to have a little sibling. Personally, Russet probably would have thrown a fit if he knew he’d have to share attention with some kid he didn’t know. And, in a way, he felt that way toward Evon in terms of sharing Trinity’s affection.

The older Evon got, the more attention he demanded from his sister and there were certain time periods where he simply wouldn’t leave her alone. Russet always felt uncomfortable or irritated by the younger boy and didn’t try much to hide it though Trinity just found it to be funny.

She was beyond entertained when Evon told Russet that he had a crush on him—though at the time, Russet hadn’t exactly realized he was a boy yet and any ideas he had of nonconformity were securely locked away. Trinity thought the pair were cute and was excited at the prospect of having her best friend also be her ‘sister-in-law’.

It was after Russet came out that he realized something was wrong with himself. One of his greatest worries was whether or not Evon would accept it. If he would lash out because of his crush on a perceived girl. Other boys had felt that way at school and most flat out denied that Russet had said anything and continued to use his dead name and call him a girl.

Then there was Evon who was perfectly fine with it—almost too fine. It was if he knew all along but just waited for everyone else to catch up.

It meant far more than Russet was ever willing to admit. And after finding out—through Trinity—that Evon’s crush hadn’t gone away, he made it his mission in life to stay away from the kid if it was possible. The less time they spent together was less time he had to worry about slipping up and destroying a lifelong friendship.

That party was a mistake, choosing to be around Evon while he was drunk was a huge mistake, and agreeing to take on this project with him and Yasmine was easily the dumbest thing he’d ever done. And the video was proof.

Just as he was getting ready to travel down a rabbit hole of self hatred, his phone rang. He dreaded it being Evon and, lucky for him, it wasn’t.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he answered after a few seconds.

“Stuff,” Yasmine answered. They’d exchanged numbers before the trip since it would be best for all of them to be able to contact the other instead of Evon being the go-between. “We’ve got another interview on Tuesday.”

His brow furrowed. “This Tuesday?”

“Yep.” She sounded quite happy about it and, from her perspective he supposed it would be the sooner the better. “Our project has been approved by the boss and we have a month to work on it.”

“A month…isn’t that a bit, I don’t know, short?”

The woman laughed in a way that let him know just how much she and Evon were expected to do in such a short amount of time. Sure, he liked to have things done in a timely fashion but he felt quality was more important.

“It’s generous. Trust me.” She sighed.

“Got it,” Russet responded. “So where is the next destination?”

“…A few states away,” Yasmine spoke in a careful tone as if he’d disband from them.

“Ah, a little country traveling then,” he said with a smirk. His other hand seemed to move by itself and stated to roll the camera back and forth across the bed. “Doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

He could hear the sigh of relief. “Good. We’ll have to book a hotel while we’re there so…shit I guess I should get on that.”

Russet chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it; I’ll do it.”

That seemed to genuinely surprise her. “Oh…thanks, Russet. You don’t have to, you know.”

“I’m aware but…” he spoke and looked down at the camera in his hand. If he didn’t give himself something to do then he knew he would spend all night looking through his footage and over thinking things. “You two do enough already so I’ll pay for the hotels.”

“Okay,” she said, giving up her resistance to the idea rather easily.

“I’ll text you the place when I find it.”

“Send it in a group chat,” Yasmine declared before hanging up. It was almost startling.

Russet took his phone from beside his ear and watched the screen go dark. “Does nobody say goodbye…?”

#fort heaven #my novel #writeblr #lgbt writers

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fromtheglasscloset · 3 years ago

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It's a copy of a copy of a copy

Duncan James | Blue

"For me it was a really hard thing to do to come out, coming from a boyband, a world where you have a lot of female fans."

"There was a lot of pressure from the record company, I didn't want to let the boys down so I kept my mouth shut."

Jonathan Knight | NKOTB

"I was a young kid in the New Kids and I had CBS, my manager, all these people telling me 'You can't let anyone know you're gay. If you let the world know you’re gay, you're gonna ruin your career, you're gonna ruin your manager’s career, CBS is going to lose money on record sales.' It was just so much on my shoulders as a young kid."

"Knight says he never hid his sexuality, but was pressured to keep quiet to maintain the boy band’s heartthrob image"

Mark Feehily | Westlife

"I was playing this boyband character and was all smiles and Smash Hits used to ask 'what's your favourite kind of girl?' and I was answering them thinking 'Oh my God this is so cringe but if I don't I might draw attention to myself'. The danger is, when the character becomes too far apart from the reality and for me, that's what happened"

"It was the beginning of a lonely situation, I was surrounded by family and friends but there was this one part of me that was lonely because there was no one I could share it with."

"it was 'very scary' coming out as gay two decades ago while shooting to fame with the boy band."

Ricky Martin | Menudo

I was a closeted gay man who was making my partners hide," he said. Some of his partners had gone "back into the closet" on his behalf"

"Many people told me: 'Ricky it's not important', 'it's not worth it', 'all the years you've worked and everything you've built will collapse', 'many people in the world are not ready to accept your truth, your reality, your nature'."

Lance Bass | Nsync

"I thought if I had come out, NSYNC would be over. So I kept my secret."

" I terrified of the lasting rejection — I was certain that that would happen — but more than that I didn’t want to jeopardize the careers of these guys up here, much less the hundreds of amazing people who worked tirelessly to bring NSYNC to the world.”

"I’d see so many young, gay fans singing their hearts out and I wanted so badly to let you know, I was you. I just didn’t have the strength then"

Stephen Gately | Boyzone

"Being in a boyband and being gay, nobody had come out, it was just not the thing to do. It would have been management and stuff, it was all swept under the carpet. There’s an understanding among celebrities, or whatever you want to call it, but he was meant to be dating Baby Spice and all that." - Shane Lynch, band member

"What happened was, we were on tour and he got a phone call to say that the press was going to run with a story on him. He was distraught. They said to him, ‘Look, you can tell your story, or we’re going to print our story’. It nearly destroyed him. It really nearly destroyed him" Shane Lynch, band member

"Even Louis Walsh – who didn’t know about Gately’s sexuality when he formed Boyzone – admitted it would have made him think twice about including him in the group. He later said ‘it wasn’t cool then to have a gay guy in a band’."

"Despite the entertainment industry having a long track record of LGBT+ acceptance, there were few publicly gay figures at the time. In particular, music industry insiders warned boyband members not to come out, for fear of alienating female fans who may have a crush on them"

#louis tomilson #copy of a copy of a copy #coacoac #larry #larry stylinson #louis queercoding #louis lyrics #bearding #closeting #controlling management #duncan james #jonathan knight #mark feehily #ricky martin #lance bass #Stephen Gately

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falcqns · 3 years ago

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So this is my first time requesting something so I am a little nervous but could you write something where Bucky, when he began to get better at the tower and girl after girl over and the reader, being his best friend with a crush on him, gets insecure because she compares herself to these girls and eventually it all comes out and Bucky tells her that he likes her too and smut ensues maybe. I don’t know how to request a fic the correct way so I am sorry if this doesn’t make sense but I love what you write!!!

you're all i want, so much it's hurting l

pairing: Bucky Barnes x avenger!Morse!Barton!Reader

warning: ANGST!! playboy!Bucky, love admission.

a/n: not me exposing myself as a 1D fan w that title 👀 thank you for the request!! i know how scary it can be to request a fic, and i apologize for taking so long to get to it, but i hope you enjoy! ALSO, i loved this so much that I'm turning it into a series, so it will be 3 or 4 parts! i hope thats okay!!

as much as you loved Bucky, you hated the person he was becoming.

ever since he had been pardoned by the government and joined the avengers, he had changed from a shy and sweet guy that you had fallen in love with, to a straight up playboy.

every night, he had a different girl over. as much as you wished you could block out the noises coming from the room next to you, you were a super soldier as well, and with that come enhanced hearing so there was no use trying to block out the sound.

you eventually found yourself comparing yourself to the girl that he would bring home, considering they were all supermodel material, which you didn't consider yourself to be, despite what your friends would say (mainly Wanda).

eventually, it got tiring, and you went to your parents for support. your mom had sympathized with you, understanding how it felt seeing the man you love with someone else, as she went through that with your father when she was pregnant and hiding from him.

she told you to do what she never did, and tell him how you feel before its too late. you weren't so sure that was the best idea, but told her you'd consider it, especially after Lance, your stepdad, said that it was the best course of action too.

you'd talked to your dad briefly about it, but that proved difficult because he refused to accept that you were a woman who was interested in other people, and your stepmom had to calm him down.

everyone you'd asked told you the same thing. "tell him before it's too late." they might have had good intentions, but to you, those comments were not helpful, and only made you want to run away from Bucky forever.

eventually, you'd had enough of running into his hookups as they escaped the compound in the middle of the night, and all your feelings bubbled over.

Bucky found you sitting on the roof that overlooked the lake, crying your eyes out, with one of Bucky's henley's on your body.

"what's wrong?" he asked, and you just shook your head. he sat down next to you, and wrapped the blanket he'd brought out with him around your shoulders hoping to calm you, but it did the opposite.

"y/n, please tell me whats going on." he expressed, and again he was met with you shaking your head. sure, you could have told him what was going on, but you had a great friendship, and you didn't want anything to jeopardize that. but, at the same time, he deserved to know how you felt, even though it was near impossible for him to like you back.

you opened and closed your mouth, trying the find the words, but having them dying in your throat before you could get anything out. you sniffled, and Bucky wrapped an arm around you. suddenly, the smell of sweat and sex mixed with the spicy scent of Bucky's body wash filled your senses, and you felt yourself cry harder.

Bucky mistook this for you finally admitting what was wrong, pulled you into his lap, which only intensified everything you were feeling. "honey, pl-" he began, but you suddenly cut him off.

"don't call me that."

"w-what?" he asked, obviously confused as to what he had done wrong. "i always call you that, why can't i?" his voice coming out dejected and hurt.

"that's what you call all of them." you stated simply, unraveling yourself from his embrace, dropping the blanket in his lap. you took a seat in one of the lawn chairs that Tony had placed up here for god knows what reason, and curled yourself up. it wasn't particularly cold on the roof, considering it was mid August, but there was that ever present chill floating from the clouds making their journey across the star filled sky that washed over you. you shivered slightly at the sensation and tried to will your body to stop crying, although it was fruitless.

"call who?" he asked, bewildered, and you just scoffed.

"all those girls that you bring back to the compound. i can hear everything you do. i hear you telling them how beautiful they are, and how good they make you feel." you admitted, and Bucky looked at you abruptly, a dumbstruck look washing over his face.

"h-how?" he asked, and you shook your head.

"you and Steve aren't the only super soldiers around here Barnes. i may not have gotten it from a super secret project, or through being captured, but i have serum running through my veins as well. not just one, actually, i have two. i never admit it to people because i was born with it, and in a way i feel that i don't deserve it, but there's nothing i can do to change it. i can hear everything that happens. i can practically feel the way your itching to find your next woman to fuck, so why don't you go do that already, and leave me to wallow in my misery." you said, and Bucky sighed.

and it was true, to some extent. with having 2 different serums running through your body, you had the ability to feel certain emotions from people. you weren't an empath, you couldn't feel everything, but you could feel certain things.

from Bucky, though, you always felt a certain amount of arousal, especially during these late nights. at first, you didn't know what it was, as it radiated off him as a warmth, but not a comforting warmth. it was a stifling warmth, that almost made you want to pour ice water on yourself from how much it filled your senses and overwhelmed you.

"i'm sorry, y/n." he said, and you laughed slightly.

"don't be. i'm just sorry i could never be enough for you." you said, standing up. Bucky jumped up as you did and blocked your exit.

"what do you mean, 'never be enough for me?'" he inquired, and you sniffled, before looking him in the eyes.

"i'm in love with you." you admitted, and Bucky's eyes widened. "and i realize that it's not conducive to out friendship, our jobs or our lives in general, so i resigned to just push those feelings down until i found someone else or you found someone permanent to replace me. i want to be with you, i really do, but i can't." you said, and Bucky just stared at you. you sighed. "i'm sorry. i know i've just ruined our friendship, but i can't keep this to myself anymore, its literally eating me up inside."

Bucky's mouth opened and shut as he took in your admission, before he stuttered nonsense, and took off running back towards his room. as he shut the door, you collapsed onto the cement, and let your emotions come out.

Bucky didn't know how long he sat on the foot of his bed, mulling over your admission in his head, but by the time he finally processed that you indeed did feel the same for you, it was late, and the sun was beginning to rise. he could hear you trudging back to your room, sniffles accompanying your footsteps, and decided to leave you be.

yes, maybe running away from you like that wasn't the smartest idea, but he'd never been told that by a girl before and he didn't know what to do.

he collapsed onto his bed, and slept the majority of the morning away. by the time he awoke from his slumber, the sun was high in the sky, and he could hear the other cadets making their mandatory laps around the compound.

his thoughts drifted to you, and he jumped out of bed.

fuck.

he'd left you on the roof, after you'd told him you loved him. you admitted something that was clearly eating you up inside, and he'd just ran away.

he practically sprinted to your bedroom, and was surprised but elated to find it unlocked. his heart dropped into his stomach when he stepped into the room, however.

you were nowhere to be found.

your bed was made, and there was a note on top of the comforter. some of your belongings were gone, along with your entire wardrobe.

he'd fucked up bad leaving you out there like that, he realized as he opened the note.

"Bucky,

i'm sorry that i couldn't be enough for you. i'm sorry that you can't love me the way that i love you. i'm sorry that i'm not your type, and i'm sorry i'm not the one who will marry you, as much as i want that.

i don't know when i'm coming back, or if i am. i only told Wanda and Steve, and now you.

please don't look for me. i'll come back when i'm ready.

- y/n y/l/n."

he let the letter fall from his hand as the tears fell from his eyes realizing what he'd done. he loved you too, so much, and he let his fears get in the way of admitting that he felt the exact same, and that it too had been eating him up inside. instead of coming to you and admitting, he had hooked up with women in the hopes that it would rid his feelings, but it never worked.

you were gone, and he had no idea where you'd gone. his only hope was to find you, apologize and admit that he did love you too. and if you accepted, he would spend the rest of his life making sure you were loved and happy, because that is what you deserved. you deserved love, not heartbreak.

#bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes headcanon

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pretty-setter-bois · 4 years ago

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sensitive

request; Voltron request, how do the paladins deal with a crush who they find out is very sensitive physically, (they are human not alien), their hearing is sensitive and can hear things others usually don’t, sensitive to light so wears a cap all the time, a creature attempted to attack crush once and crush without looking just slapped it, knocking it out, they can’t be snuck on?

summary; the paladins have known their crush to have very sensitive senses, but what happens when they take out a whole creature on their own without trying?

word count; 906™

warning; maybe a few swears here n there, but none ღ

SHIRO

it would put him at ease

he’s v trusting of you ( already head over heels + been stuck in an alien ship for months? bond 😍 )

wants to bring you on missions but also fears your safety

once he tried to protect you on a mission,,,, didn’t end well.

you ended up protecting him n he was in awe

was liek,,,,,

‘i’m not supposed to be feeling like this, how is this so hot-’

that’s sum lance shit nvm

anyways thinks of you as a valuable asset to the team, and just dotes on you without noticing

even keith noticed whew

in general, would be really good ab it, not too over the top but acknowledges it at the same time

8/10

keith

at first he’s all angsty and thinks you’re trying to kill them ( s1 keith rip )

but the more time you spend together, the more it grows on him

this one time while you were on a mission and someone was sneaking up behind him

like one of haggar’s scary testbots

crush was in front of him, with their back facing him, like literally 2m away and distracted

without even turning around, you throw a knife

at first he thinks its aimed at him n ducks, then realizes it went higher

you weren’t really one to miss,,,, you were like,,, the sharpshooter

sum lance shit again im srryyy

then he turns around

he find this giant galra robot, the knife supposedly for him stabbed in the chest

he turns around to thank you, but you’re already leaving.

“you’re welcome.”

ever since he’s been feeling weird

then remembered that one time lance talked to him bc he was ‘captain’

so he decided to talk to our resident love expert

“remember when i said (Y/N) was a spy?” keith starts, sitting on lance’s bed with his elbows propped up to hold his forehead.

this was upon inviting himself into the former blue pilots room, of course.

“we’re not doing this again. (Y/N)’s awesome! how could they be a spy.”

“that’s it. just when i start to think that they’re not, i start feeling weird. maybe they like, imprinted on me.”

“just like haggar imprinted on you and we got tracked? that was a total bust, buddy.”

“it feels different, though.”

“different how?”

“like, my heart starts racing, my palms get sweaty, and my breath gets caught in my throat.”

“dude, don’t tell me you’re being serious.”

“what do you mean?”

“are you seriously that dense?”

“you’re dense!”

“at least i’m not dense enough to not know who i have a crush on!”

“you have a crush?”

lance facepalms, letting his hand drop to its original place.

“you. you like (Y/N).”

keith’s eyes widen, as his arms lose control and drop onto the mattress. he leans back, but his arms catch him.

“you okay, man?”

mans pulls a 360 n straight up moon walks outta there

he liked you?

took him a while to accept but after he did, he always tried to be protective of you

didn’t work, as he got his ass saved everytime

either way it was in interaction with you, sooo

9/10

lance

at first, he tries to hit on you like every other cutie he’s met

but when you just ignore his advances, our boy gives up

he realizes that he was lowkey bein disrespectful and lays off

then in a mission

he watches you

beat a whole hallway of sentries

without even trying

like,,,, one step = one sentry down

mans knew he was in luv

one problem... you didn’t take him seriously

so he does the one thing he good at

sweettalking, but with a twist

“woah! that’s amazing! i didn’t know you could do that!”

“thanks, i guess.”

that failed

he’s amazing at reading people’s body language, tones, etc

that backfired badly, so he tried another attempt

in small lil ways he tries to let you know he cares

having ur back in a mission

more like u having his back but,,, it’s the thought that counts

stopping in front of your door to ask questions at like,,,, 1am

knows ur sensitive so offers hats ( whatever he can get from coran )

slowly makes his way to ur good side

10/10 :)

hunk

bby

was always on ur good side

notices the small things n figures it out

always knows you’ll have his back in a mission

first time he witnessed it in action,,, he rethought his entire existence

‘woah, they’re amazing...’

from then on small feelings begin to grow

asks you to help him bake

calls u his ‘lucky charm’ bc u know all the spices by scent

rlly adorable ab it

11/10 :))

pidge

techno wiz type beat

figured it out when she had to evaluate everyones blood pressure n senses with coran for a checkup

it was a tuff mission and allura wanted to check you were ok

so when it was your turn

she noticed that all your senses were more heightened than average

scent, sight, taste, you name it

was so amazed

was alr crushing on u from before, this was a bonus

used it as an excuse to talk to you

thinks ur amazing

helps make special lenses that adjust your eyes to the light

when you ask for glasses n say that u want them to pay tribute to the inventor, her heart melts

8/10

#voltron #voltron imagines #paladins x reader #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #pidge gunderson #katie holt

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sadhaa · 4 years ago

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ok. okay. Okay. OKAY. THOUGHT

Fic idea: Death Song of Uther Pendragon. BUT REVOLVING AROUND MERLIN.

Like the potential for this is amazing. ANGST. ROMANCE. MAGIC REVEAL. IDIOTS IN LOVE. WE HAVE IT ALL(Note: I had this thought in the shower where all great thoughts come from. dont judge)

Ok lets set the scene:

1. Lancelot is alive bc yes

2. Arthur let Gwen go to be with Lance bc he realizes it was mean of him to hold her back from someone she loved.

3. Arthur has feelings for Merlin. Like love. yike. scary.

4. Merlin over the years has a few pieces of parchment where he has written down all his “crimes”, or times he uses magic. He has another piece of parchment where he writes a letter to Arthur about why he didnt tell him and how sorry he was. Merlin did this cause he felt guilty and needed to find someway to cope.

OK ON TO THE THOUGHT:

So, beginning starts the same with the almost burning and getting the horn. check. done.

They go back, Arthur broods, hides the idea from Merlin.

they go off on their little adventure, he talks to Uther

NOW HERES WHERE THINGS GET SPICY

AND NOT IN THE SEXY WAY

Uther knows about Merlin’s magic bc he sees everything over Camelot right? He knew about the knights (and in canon he knew about Gwen) So this man has to know about Merlin’s magic considering this dumb little magic twink has ZERO self preservation instinct. and Uther. is. pissed.

So he says “you let common men become knights, there is magic in the heart of Camelot!” much angry. very dick. so Uther.

Arthur: shock and sad. Who could it be?

commence the looking back and shit show that Arthur is about to cause.

CAMPING SCENE! but Arthur doesn’t tell Merlin about the magic comment bc he doesn’t want Merlin to worry and if Merlin found out, he may become a target.

Back in Camelot everything is fine until it isnt. cause its Camelot. and nothing is ever fine there.

BUT. NOW.

the ghosting that Uther is doing is now solely directed at Merlin.

candelabra doesnt fall on the table. It fucking gets yeeted at Merlin. M nearly gets crushed under that thing and the knights all freak out.

cause we all know that the knights adopted Merlin at this point

M gets taken to Gaius and he concludes that M is bruised and lightly concussed. (i dont want my boy too hurt)

Next the axe. M helps some of the knights with their armor and as he is the last one, he cleans up a bit. suddenly axe yeets itself and M gets a scratch all down his arm

sad and in pain Merlin

Now, M thinks A did something sus

u can tell I played alot of Among Us lately

also how does one spell suspicicious?

he confronts him, A brushes him off. bc he love his daddy. But A looks kinda like longingly and concerned for M bc he knows that M gets hurt quite a bit, but never like this.

M leaves and cue the torches and fire sequence.

*insert pic of Edna with fire in her goggles* *Uther is Edna, but more evil*

Gwen is walking down the hall when she notices the smoke and call for help.

our OG6 come running and find M, unconscious, bleeding and suffocating.

A freaks the hell out.

M’s room: he is on the bed and everyone, including OG6 and Gwen are in there with Gaius and M.

Main Q: Why would Uther try to kill M when he appointed M in the first place!

Gaius realizes. Lance realizes. oh shit. He knows

Lance and Gaius tell them and there are some mixed reactions.

Leon, kinda suspected it from the beginning but he didn’t have enough evidence to back it up

Absolute shock to Gwaine, Elyan, Percival and Gwen

ARTHUR IS FUCKING DEVASTATED. He has been lied to and cue the betrayal and manpain.

Suddenly the attacks on M make more sense

candelabra: being buried alive, asphyxiation.

ok i am borrowing this idea from the author of the amazing fic These Breaths We Breathe series where Uther finds out about M and buries him alive

yall should read it.

author is kayura_sanada

Axe: beheading

torches: the pyre

the symbolism here is prob the smartest thing I have ever done. like y couldn’t i think of this back in soph year english?

Uther was threatening M and trying to kill him

Arthur is conflicted so Gaius gives him Merlin’s list of “crimes” and the letter. All of the others leave and Gwaine implies that he would fight A for M.

Cue emotional transformation and realization.

Arthur flashes back to Isolde and Tristan and realizes that letting Gwen go wasn’t that bad, but losing M? that would fucking kill him. He can imagine a future without Gwen. But M? Nah man. They are two sides of the same coin. two halves of a whole idiot. two braincells of the same dumbass brain. they love each other. A needs M. A loves M.

So he plans to confront his father

he gets the gang and they all set out to find Uther.

They all tell him how they are accepting of M and why and that A should tell M he loves him when this is over.

A is touched and is glad that M has this family who loves him so much

now fighting Uther

right before he blows the horn, Uther says “Merlin has Magic!” and A goes “Yeah, I know and I love him” and yeets him back to Narnia (or where ever these ghost people go)

M wakes up to everyone knowing, breaksdown crying and feels loved

jump ahead a week: A hasn’t told M how he feels. He is doing something else instead and it is a surprise.

Leon walks in during that week and asks what hes doing. Arthur freaks out, hides the thing and blurts out “I’m writing Poetry”

Leon has never heard such bs in his life. But he gives up and walks away.

2 weeks later, A tells M he loves him by repealing Magic ban. and they live happily ever after.

yay.

Can someone write this pls? Like im still planning to write the long fic idea i had from my last post, but can someone write this? I would love them forever.

Bonus: Ygraine freaking WHOOPS Uther’s ass and loves M alot.

tl;dr: death song of U Pendragon with M, magic reveal, angst and Leon deserving a raise.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid 187

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Waking up definitely rivalled bed time. Lance had officially decided so. Crawling out of bed and into the cold morning air, everything was made better by being able to crawl back into bed where Keith automatically curled around him, not quite awake and not quite asleep. Sleepy kisses and roaming hands turned into slow sex with plenty of snuggling and kisses from Keith. Keith might be upset about his urges, but Lance’s ego seemed to love the extra attention, the smile on his lips still there after he’d fallen asleep as Keith cleaned him up.

With everyone else having work, they’d woken to an empty house. Lance kind of sad he didn’t get to talk to Curtis more. They’d messaged a fair bit, Curtis wasn’t really adjusting very well to the demon being gone. His body still suffering the effects of the lingering magic. He’d wanted to offer Curtis to come stay for a bit, but didn’t want to put added pressure on Keith, or on Shiro who only wanted the best for his brother, and for his boyfriend. Feeling lazy, Lance made them both scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast. He skipped all kitchen etiquette by sitting on the dining table while he ate, just because he wanted to be as close to Keith as possible. He didn’t know if this whole pampering thing had already started, but Keith had given him one hell of a head massage as they’d showered.

Going through the motions of “civilised adults”, the dishes were done and put away before Lance was tugging Keith into the living area, well, technically he sent Keith in ahead of him so he could pee. Bring back a bag blood, the vampire settled himself down next to his boyfriend, Keith yawning as he nosed into Lance’s arm

“You still sleepy, babe?”

“A bit. I didn’t sleep much last night”

Whereas Lance had passed out at the first available opportunity

“Wanna tell me about it?”

“I was thinking about what you said. I know it’s probably rushing, but do you want to go see dad early?”

Lance blinked. He’d assumed those plans were on hold until both Keith and Curtis felt better. It was better not to point that out. Lance knew how bad fussing and love could make you feel even when it came from a place of love. He’d done the exact same thing to Keith without thinking about it

“I’m not saying no, but I didn’t expect that first thing in the morning”

Keith sighed deeply. Kosmo took it as a sign to abandon his bed and come join them on the couch. Their fur son trying his hardest to squeeze himself up in the gap between the couch cushions and Keith’s legs

“It’s okay if you don’t want to”

Crap. He knew how important this was, and how hard it was for Keith to talk about

“That’s not it”

“You think I’m rushing things”

“Maybe a little, but I want to understand. If you’re ready to go, we’ll go. I would never say no to seeing you dad”

Keith yawned a weird kind of yawned sigh with a shake of his head

“I was thinking last night that maybe... um... we could... um... spend a few days away from everyone for a bit”

Away from the others meant that Keith wouldn’t feel so self conscious over his ego’s desires. It was hard due to the fact Lance felt Keith needed to keep socialising and not become a social outcast like he had... but at the same time, dealing with a new ego was so damn hard that he knew how much extra stress the love of their friends was placing on Keith’s shoulders.

Threading his fingers through Keith’s hair, Keith nudged into touch. He’d noticed that last night too. Massaging his boyfriend’s scalp, Keith really did seem into it, like a giant human Kosmo wanting more pats

“How about a compromise?”

Keith hummed as if he’d forgotten they were having an important conversation, Lance could only mentally shake his head. Being an adult was hard, pats seemed much nicer. Now he wanted belly rubs...

“If we suddenly leave, then everyone’s going to worry. Shiro is meant to be coming with us, and Curtis really seems like he needs some time away from Platt. I wish he’d stayed long enough to talk to properly. There’s also the distance and the moon to think about, as well as accomodation. So we can’t just drop everything and leave. Why don’t we call Coran? We can organise it in line with Shiro’s next day off, and have like... a day or three to ourselves before meeting with him and Curtis”

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Keith shifted onto his back to rest himself along Lance’s side

“That makes sense”

“We also have to make sure that I’m okay to travel”

The internet was a scary place. Twins tended to come before the 40 week mark, and at 30 weeks he could very well “pop” far too soon. The nursery wasn’t done. He hadn’t packed a go bag. He had no back up plan for the chance he went into labour and couldn’t get to Coran. Keith took too priority in his worries, but now Keith wanted to suddenly go, he felt overwhelmed by everything. Trying to reach his cheek, Keith nearly poked him up the nose

“What is it? You’re getting teary again. If you don’t want to go, you can tell me”

Taking Keith’s hand, Lance lowered his lovers arm to loop it back into a hug around Keith’s middle

“I just thought about everything left to do and panicked. It doesn’t matter”

“It matters to me. If we can’t go now, I get it”

Keith sounded resigned. Almost as if he thought Lance wanted an easy out

“I’m not trying to say no. I’m not prepared. The nursery isn’t ready. I don’t have anything packed for when I’m in labour. I don’t have a back up plan in the off chance we can’t get to Coran in time. Twins tend to come before 40 weeks and it’s bad enough that the slightest laugh has me peeing slightly. Then there’s my boobs that keep leaking. I’m not saying no. I’m just having a freak out and now I sound like I’m dismissing how huge this is for you. I want to go. I just want to pack and organise, then go”

Keith sat up, his werewolf speed was no joke. Taking his hand, his boyfriend sighed deeply

“I should have thought about what this would do to you”

What was that supposed to mean?! What was “this” doing to him? He couldn’t simply pack up leave at the drop of a hat. He had adult things and responsibilities. That wasn’t to say he didn’t want, he just didn’t want to get caught in a situation where they weren’t prepared

“What’s wrong with being prepared?!”

“No. I’m not saying that...”

“Then what are you saying!?”

“Just that... I don’t know... That maybe you think I shouldn’t be going out”

Lance wanted to hit Keith. Out of the two of them, Keith’s ego was less likely to cause a drama. Though new, Keith wasn’t the one who was actually pregnant. Nor did he crave blood. Keith could pass as a normal human, where Lance really couldn’t at the moment

“That’s not it at all. I don’t want to give birth without being prepared. It’s freaking me out now. I want to go see your dad, but even if we’re adults we still have to let people know what’s going on, and I know I’m being ridiculous. It’s not about not wanting to go, I want nothing more than to be alone with you. I just want to make sure everything is organised before we go. Like, I have to make sure I have enough blood and that. That’s it”

“I feel like a shit mate. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have...”

Squeezing Keith’s hand, Lance shook his head

“Babe, no. You need to know you can totally tell me everything. I’m sorry I can’t drop everything. And I’m sorry I’m so worked up about this. I know it isn’t fair to take my nerves out on you”

“You’re not. You’re being realistic”

“Being realistic is overrated”

“Yeah. But you’re right. I know how much you wanted to finish the nursery”

A lot. A lot more than a lot. The boxes felt as if they were mocking him by being unopened. His mind now deciding that they were mocking him more so than ever. The plan had been pampering, but would Keith accept that right now he needed the nursery done more than he needed to be showered with affection?

“I know you said to do it without, but I couldn’t. I may be being selfish, but... can we work on that today?”

Asking Keith for a favour after denying his, that wasn’t a great feeling. He really did want to spend some time pampering Keith, yet he wanted the nursery done too. Lance understood why Keith frowned at him, Lance feeling the need to continue

“Just for a bit. Then we’ll have lunch, and I’ll show you how to do face masks and play with your hair. I’ll show you how to pamper yourself properly”

“I thought today was about relaxing”

“Putting a nursery together can’t be that hard when we have most things...”

“The wall isn’t fixed...”

Keith didn’t want to. How were they supposed to bring their twins home to an unfinished house? Spending time putting the nursery together sounded like something that’d bring them closer. Removing his hand from Keith’s, Lance wiped at his eyes

“Forget it. You don’t want. That’s okay”

“That’s not... I mean...”

“I’m overthinking things. I’m obviously not going to go into labour while we’re away. We’re going to have time after. I guess it’s waited this long what’s a few more weeks”

“Babe...”

Lance felt like he was having a temper tantrum for not getting his own way, instead of simply feeling internally crushed

“No. I don’t want to fight. I thought we could have both, but it’s alright. I’ll call Coran and organise to bump up my next scan. Why don’t you call Shiro and find out when his next day off is?”

“Babe...”

“I’ll have to let Matt and Rieva know. I think I should still pack a bag. I might ask Coran what I should pack”

“Babe!”

Lance flinched. He’d been babbling. Now Keith sounded cranky

“Sorry. I know. I’m talking too much”

Keith groaned at him

“That’s. I’m... I thought you wanted to do the wall. If we do that first then we won’t get dust on things, but we need to go shopping and I don’t think I’m up for shopping”

Right. How stupid could he be? Everything was safer packed away where it wouldn’t get gyprock dust on it. Pidge wouldn’t be able to fit a new panel in her car. Hunk could borrow his father’s ute, but that meant interrupting their day alone. Still, a whole day of pampering sounded like work. It was better to active, then self reward with pampering

“You’re right. I guess I’m no good at sitting still. I want to get it all organised. I really am scared that I’ll go into labour before my due date”

Lance had no idea what to do if that happened. Babies weren’t coming out the same way they went in, meaning Keith would have to tear him open, which would be way too traumatic for the both of them

“Should we do that? Pack your go bag?”

“I don’t know. This feels weird. We’ve been alone day after day, and now it’s as if I’m noticing it again”

They’d had all this time, and now they wanted to treat each other neither of them knew what to do. Groaning at him, Keith flopped back onto Kosmo

“I feel like we’re being stupid. No one’s here but we can’t decide what to do”

“I did really think about the fact we’ve been alone for days”

“You’ve mostly been sleeping”

Lance groaned. A nap sounded amazing. A back to back nap sounded even better

“Don’t remind me. I could totally go for a nap right now”

“You need blood. All this sleeping can’t be good”

“I’m fine”

“Babe, you promised last night that you’d try drinking”

Ugh. Him and his big mouth

“I know. It’s just a bit... weird”

Keith rolled his eyes at him

“You’re a vampire. You drink blood. It’s kind of your whole thing. Where do you want to drink from?”

Keith was blasé about it. Then again, he didn’t quite have to be as careful as before. As soon as he thought that, he felt sick to his stomach. Keith was still as precious to him as ever. He shouldn’t be relieved about having to drink from him

“Neck or wrist? Which is better?”

He didn’t want either, yet couldn’t get out of it. Not drinking would only stress Keith out. He had to hope his body would kill the curse in Keith’s blood. With a deep sigh, Lance reached for Keith’s arm

“I hate this”

“You need to drink”

“I still hate this”

“Just do it already”

“Don’t watch... it’s weird”

Lance hated the way Keith’s skin felt sliding up his teeth. His boyfriend’s blood filling his mouth as he forced down deep gulps. Keith tasted... bad. Not terrible, but not the way he had. Kind of like... steak. No... gamier... Rabbit. Keith tasted like rabbit. Feeling that he’d taken enough to satisfy Keith’s need to feed him, Lance pulled his fangs out slowly, before lapping over the two puncture marks that were already healing. Feeding from Keith felt weird, kind of like chugging down blood flavoured sherbet. All thingy, but not so bad as to tell Keith his blood was gross and nasty like the first time he’d drunk it. Anything without mercury was a huge step up

“Are you okay?”

Lance hoped he hadn’t drank too much. He tried to take a little bit more than his usual two or three mouthfuls for the sake of his boyfriend

“Is it weird that felt kind of hot?”

Not what he was expecting

“Uh. A little. I did just drink your blood”

“You looked really into it. If you need more...”

“Nope. No. Noooo. I’m good. And you weren’t supposed to look”

“I couldn’t help it. Do you feel any better?”

“It’s got to get into my system first. You know, that took all of a minute. What are going to do for the rest of the day?”

Keith raised his arm to examine his wrist. All that remained was two tiny scars from Lance’s teeth

“I thought you wanted to nap”

“I doooo. But that’s not what you want to do”

“I don’t know... I mean, I thought I’d pamper you, but you’re thinking about the nursery. Do you want to look online? You wanted to get a chair and a rug”

Lance was kind of shocked Keith remembered

“I suppose... I think my laptop’s in the office”

“I’ll get it. Do you need anything while I’m up?”

Keith seemed a tad too enthused to be running off to do something for him... It threw Lance off

“Only to pee... and probably throw this blood bag in the bin”

“On it. Meet you back here?”

Lance drew his brow, giving a small shake of the head to shake himself out the weird feeling of the conversation

“Sounds like a plan”

Keith was jealous of Lance’s laptop. For a day of pampering, he’d been displaced by a dumb piece of technology. He wanted Lance to keep touching him. Sitting on the sofa with his back against Lance’s side, Keith wriggled down a little, nudging at Lance’s arm “covertly” with the hope of attention. Today was meant to be about pampering. Not a near panic fit over things not being ready for the birth of their twins, or Lance being too responsible by stating the obvious over their trip. He wanted pats. Whatever Lance was doing couldn’t possibly be taking this long. He thought they were picking out the last of the nursery furniture, then there’d be cuddles. Nudging Lance’s arm again, Keith threw in an added sigh. Kosmo had taught him well and though he’d acted in similar ways in the past, he really really wanted head pats which was really really confusing for him.

Keith actions weren’t met with a chuckle of affection, or a playful shoulder bump. Instead Lance started swearing, Keith sitting upright in alarm, feeling the target of his boyfriend’s outburst. He’d noticed he’d been a bad influence on Lance, his love had definitely started swearing more since they’d got together

“Oh. Fuck... No. Fuck. Fuck nooooo. Fuck...”

“Babe?”

With big blue eyes Lance gestured to the screen, the groan that fell from his lips was soul deep

“I... fuck... I meant to email my sister and I fucking added her on chat... I mean, I thought it was a bit weird but... ugh. This is why I hate technology... What do I do?”

Keith had no idea. He didn’t talk technology. He didn’t even know what Lance had done

“What did you send her?”

“An empty message! I’ve been meaning to email her and I’ve been avoiding it and... and... oh god... what if she replies?!”

An empty message wasn’t terrible...

“Well... maybe you could send her a message explaining? This is Veronica, isn’t it?”

Lance fixed him a scathing glare that Keith’s ego did not appreciate. Lance’s tiny little slip up was hardly his fault. If Lance was playing with his hair, none of this would have happened

“Keith I sent her a message on my personal chat account. She’s gonna have the address... she’ll want to talk to me...”

“If that’s the problem, why don’t you block her?”

Lance groaned miserably

“I can’t block her... She’s still technically my sister... shit... what do I do?”

“Message her? Look, pass it here, I’ll do it”

As Keith went for the laptop, Lance went to block him, which Keith ignored and led to hands everywhere. The next thing the pair of them knew, the chat was ringing, the action box reading “Calling Vee...”. Acting out of impulse, Keith snapped the lid closed on Lance’s laptop, device thrown across the room in a panic. As Keith realised what he’d done, he stared at Lance, both of them blinking at all that had happened in the last moment a half

“Babe. You just threw my laptop”

Oh lord. Someone please shoot him. So alarmed at the thought Lance was about to snap at him, Keith sat stock still. Hand still raised from the throw

“Yep”

“You threw my laptop”

“It was ringing”

Lance groaned at him, slumping back against the cushions

“I suppose that’s one to avoid her. Now I’m going to have to call Pidge”

Why? If Lance didn’t have his laptop, that was one less thing to take his attention away from him... Wait. He should be feeling bad, not kind of happy that Lance’s hands were now free. Lowering his hands, he sighed more to himself than at Lance

“I panicked”

“I noticed. God. This is supposed to be a day of relaxation. We’re terrible at it”

Keith’s ego didn’t like that. He really wanted attention, and to lavish attention on Lance, now he’d made things awkward. As if sensing that, Lance reached out to ruffle his hair

“Don’t look like that. It’s just a laptop. Pidge can fix it and show me how to send those photos to Vee”

“Was I making a face?”

“Yeah. Well, more like you were trying to. Come here, I’m not mad”

Keith let himself sink into Lance’s hold, guilt starting to grow in the pit of his stomach. He’d messed up and now he was being rewarded because Lance didn’t know he was happy the laptop was out the way. Letting his fingers tangle in his hair, Keith could have purred at the feeling... if he was a cat. Not a big manly werewolf... He’d told Lance to chose the furniture... and then taken that choice from him

“Stop thinking”

“How do you know I am?”

“Because you went tense. If there’s something you want to say, then tell me. I won’t be mad”

That was easy for Lance to say. Actually, it probably wasn’t. He’d messaged Veronica and now had to deal with that

“I... just... I don’t know why, but I got jealous. I swear I acted out of panic by throwing it, but I wanted you attention”

Keith sounded pathetic. He knew he sounded pathetic. He didn’t think he’d get a laugh out of Lance

“It’s not funny”

“It kind of is, babe. I mean, like, we have the whole house to ourselves and neither of us know what to do. Face masks don’t take that long, and I’ve been up and down so often at night that it feels like the only time I get some real sleep is during the day. Now I’m awake and I don’t know what to do”

Lance was the one who was supposed to be guiding him here

“I don’t know what to do either... I don’t know anything about face masks. What do you normally do?”

“Movies, hair, face masks, and popcorn. And wine, oh, babe, you have no idea how much I miss wine”

Lance had done really well on that front. Keith might not drink as much had in the past, yet he still liked having the option

“You’re doing plenty of whining right... ow!”

Lance bopped him lightly on the head before he could continue his joke

“Don’t be rude. I’m old. Let me have my vices”

“You’re not even that old”

“Says my sexy younger lover”

Keith growled lightly. He didn’t want to think about that. Those 18 years were 18 years he wished he could have had with Lance as it was

“Says your mate. Show me how to do this right. I tell you one thing then I go and mess up. I don’t want to keep messing this up”

Lance bopped him on the head again. Keith finding it annoying rather than teasing. Scowling at his boyfriend, the scowl melted as Lance started playing with his hair again

“Oh, babe. It seems like I’ve discovered your weakness. My werewolf really is a sook, aren’t you?”

He was not a sook. Lance was just very skilled with those hands of his

“Fuck you, it feels good”

“Alright. Sit down on the floor for me”

“What? Why?”

Was he in trouble? He didn’t think he was in trouble... though he had kind of messed Lance around yet again

“Because I’m going to do your hair, then you’re going to take me up to our bed, and massage me after I pack my go bag. We can’t lay here all day going back and forth”

“Technically we could. Or at least... um... until Matt and Rieva come home”

Lance bopped him for a third time. He was going to have to revoke his boyfriend’s bopping privileges. With a sigh, he found himself being pushed off Lance, his ego wanted him to cling to his mate, but Lance was firm with him

“Babe, I know. Okay, I get it. I shot down leaving then asked for a favour of my own. It’s too hard to furniture shop on my phone, and the chair is really important to me so let me have this. I want to get at least one thing done. You ego wants affection, mine wants this organised”

“Okay. I still feel like I’m doing this wrong”

“Oh, you are, but I’m used to it”

“Thanks. That makes me... um... feel shitty”

“You’re not shitty, but you are hopeless”

Keith honestly didn’t know what was worse. Where was his wolf bravado that had wanted to do so good for Lance the day before? Had they not been alone, he probably would have stormed out in a huff with himself. This was Lance. The love of his life. Why couldn’t he seem to get his head on straight?! It seemed his heart had finally got its act together, and now his brain had decided to take its place when it came to being ridiculous. Sitting on the floor, he decided he was going to keep his mouth shut and do what Lance wanted him to do, not only because he was clueless, but Lance was hot when he took charge.

#oncebittentwicestupid #once bitten twice stupid #ashratherose

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justaghostingon · 4 years ago

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Dark Kingdom Refugees Au: Friends

Lance

When Edmund first came for Eugene, Lance, the Stabbingtons, and Eugene were already in a quasi gang operating from the orphanage. (somewhere between 10 and 12)

Lance was determined to make Edmund not take Eugene away and ruin everything they’d worked so hard for.

Unfortunately none of his usual scare away tactics worked. If anything, they made Edmund want to take Eugene back even more so he can teach him how to be a ‘proper’ prince.

What they did accomplish was getting Lance noticed by Adira and Hector, the latter of which assumed that Lance was Eugene’s equivalent of the brotherhood, trying to protect him from a ‘dangerous’ stranger.

He’s seen this behavior in rhinos before, he swears.

Adira is not convinced about the Rhino thing, but she does notice that there is a bond between Lance and Eugene, and to a lesser extent the Stabbingtons, and if they want to make Eugene accept his heritage they need to win over his friends.

So cue Hector and Adira trying to win over Lance (because he seems the easiest) in order to make Eugene more comfortable with living with Edmund.

The results are mixed.

Lance grows to like the brotherhood, especially Adira who he develops a puppy crush on.

But Lance also thinks there way of surviving is to focused on the past and not on the very real needs of the present, like food and shelter and paying off the baron.

Even after the gang breaks up and start doing more jobs as solo operatives, Lance still makes sure to come to family events.

He’s the only friend of Eugene’s that Quirin slightly approves of.

It probably helps that Lance is so good with little Varian.

All the family refer to him as Lance, because that is what he introduced himself as. The only one who knows that is not his name is Quirin, who heard Lance laughing about Eugene’s real name being Horace to which Eugene replied “its better than Arnwaldo.”

Quirin does not call him that though, because he understands that its not his secret to tell.

The Stabbingtons

The Stabbingtons were in the same gang as Eugene and Lance

They do not trust the brotherhood or Edmund, and might make several jokes about them

but they also get the whole importance of family thing, and so don’t have to much of a problem with Eugene’s adoption.

They are also surprisingly respectful about Edmund’s talking out loud problem, seeing as one of them never talks.

They just don’t want Edmund told anything about thieving because he literally can’t keep a secret.

They’ve been invited to a few gatherings, but don’t really get along with most of the brotherhood, especially Quirin, and so stopped coming as they got older.

Basically as long as Eugene does his job, they don’t care.

When the movie happens, they do not think to target Eugene’s family, in part because they aren’t sure where he stashed Edmund, in part because even if Edmund seems a bit crazy he’s still a mountain of a man who wears a bear skin as a hood and they’re not suicidal.

If anything, they are even more determined to catch him in the movie before he has a chance to hide behind his super scary family.

Staylon

Eugene was never Eugene with Staylon, just Flynn Rider.

He always got the impression she didn’t really want to know more about him besides his skills at thievery.

So he never told her anything about his family.

Instead he tried to keep the two groups of people as far away as he could. With only Lance really intersecting.

Even when she asked him to marry her, and he accepted, he still didn’t invite them.

His family found out of course because Lance spilled the beans.

Edmund was thrilled and determined to go to his son’s wedding.

Quirin was less thrilled, because even though he understood moving on and settling down, he also new that you don't just leave out the fact that you have a family that you visit to a spouse. He told his wife about the dark kingdom and the brotherhood long before they were married, and he doesn’t think a relationship where one party can’t even trust his name with the other is going to last.

He explains all of this to a very bored Varian to justify why they weren’t going. (Also it was planting season, but he left that bit out)

Adira and Hector on the other hand, were determined to go, if only to keep their King safe.

Eugene isn’t certain he actually wants to get married, but he’s going along with it because it’s what Staylon wants.

Then he sees his dad at the entrance. He panics and tries to get him out of there, but its to late, Staylon sees him, and makes some joke about not inviting ‘crazy’ over there.

Eugene watches his dad’s face fall, watches him get dragged out, and does nothing. Two parts of his brain at war. The side that is Flynn wants to go on as if nothing happened, the side that is Horace wasn’t to flip a table and demand his dad be let back in.

And Eugene...Eugene does what he does best and runs away from his problems, leaving Staylon at the altar.

Hector and Adira track him down. Hector congratulates him on leaving someone who didn’t respect his family, but Eugene angrily says that’s not why he did it.

To which Adira says that its fine. He doesn’t need to have a reason. If he wasn’t ready, he wasn’t ready, and no one should force him to do anything he doesn’t want to. If Staylon really loves him, she’ll understand.

She doesn’t, and Eugene knew she wouldn’t, but it makes him feel better.

Rapunzel

Rapunzel is introduced to Edmund very early, before she even goes to the palace. Eugene takes her over in part because he just died and wants to thank his dad, in part to show Rapunzel what a parent is supposed to be like in preparation for meeting her own, and in part to create a backup plan if the whole “meeting the royals” thing goes south.

Edmund and Rapunzel get along great, with a few minor awkward moments with the whole, ‘thinking out loud’ problem.

For instance, Edmund spends quite a few minutes thinking about how rare it was for Eugene to introduce him to a girl, and how it means he must really like her and so he’d better make a good impression.

Eugene is horribly embarrassed and Rapunzel finds it hilarious.

When their time together draws to a close, Eugene privately tells Edmund to go to Quirin’s just in case the royals are less receptive than they’d expect, and sends him away.

Edmund does not actually leave, instead lingers to make sure Eugene is alright.

Rapunzel runs into him in town fairly early on when she is struggling to adjust to the palace, and often asks him for tips on this whole royal act she doesn’t really get.

He tries to be sympathetic, and gives her some tips. He also asks her not to mention to his son he’s still in town, as Eugene isn’t supposed to know he stuck around.

Eugene of course, finds out that very day, because a giant of man in a bear cloak is not subtle.

Eugene is upset, because he had a plan, and Rapunzel doesn’t understand why, because her dad obviously stuck around because he was worried about him.

Eugene explains its because he was worried about Edmund, and Rapunzel gets to see first hand that even loving families can be dysfunctional when they don’t trust each other.

She decides to invite Edmund to meet her parents so both Eugene and Edmund can see there is nothing to worry about.

#tangled the series #rapunzels tangled adventure #eugene fitzherbert #rapunzel #rta lance #rta adira #rta hector #king edmund #rta staylon #the stabbingtons #dark kingdom refugees au #dark kingdom refugee au #new dream #varian #quirin

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smol-grey-tea · 4 years ago

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same aro nameless fan but YEAH like idk just the whole concept of yandere just eeks me. tsundere i guess i can tolerate more (to an extent) but yandere its just so suffocatin blegh. ALSO i wanted to comment that like !! tbh it just makes me happy to see you posting about red!! i couldnt stomach getting through all of nameless but i really wanted to get to red ,, someday i will but it takes sm tolerance and patience. plus i think the fandoms dead so its just a v pleasant surprise to see good boy

Yeye I see what you mean, yanderes are rlly strange,, esp since the ppl who yanderes attack tend to be the ppl their crush is interested in, which is,,,, :///// >:(

And I!!! Dude!! You have no idea how happy I am that you said that!! ^^ yeah, the fandom is super dead so my stuff tends to stay there for anyone to see, unlike in bigger fandoms where it'd just get drowned out w other stuff so here I have to suffer thru being known. And cuz it's dead no one tends to comment unless it's smth they personally relate to, like on my posts abt Red's demiromanticism and his neurodivergency.

Idk specifically what you mean abt the game being difficult to stomach - perhaps how long it is, how it handles difficult topics, or what I said before abt the other characters not exactly being perfect? If you're on abt the characters, yea - I like then as concepts but I think if I was in Eri's situation in real life I might not wanna be friends w someone like Tei or Lance or Yuri. Yeonho's a yandere too but he's small.. If I just called Red for help I'd be fine but Red might struggle a bit more putting up a fight with Tei or Yuri. Scary..

Oh shit, yeah I just remembered I forgot I haven't posted the one about Red's social anxiety. I think it was cuz I wanted to put screenshots of the game in it to for further evidence but it was a bit tedious so I ended up forgetting. I've got some homework and stuff to do tho so I will post it but not very soon I don't think.

He is very good boi :)

#my post #ask #anon #fandoms #( ˘ ³˘)♥#neutralitea #( ˘ ³˘)♥ Red ( ˘ ³˘)♥#swearing cw

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rubywithin · 4 years ago

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Zen Flow Soul 8

(Tyomu) “I will take the first turn and I will summon Night Pup in attack position then I place 2 effect cards and call it a turn”. I don’t want to risk going on the offense yet so I will do a bit of set up (Kari) “I summon a Soul Bull in defence position and then activate Limbo Summon to send Aquarius to the limbo zone and place 1 effect card”. (Tyomu) “I summon a Night Hound and play Mirror Summon to get a second one next I play Night Lance” and destroy your bull”. (Kari) “I activate Soul Rising which let’s me summon a replacement for the monster you destroyed” I chose another Bull. He decided to call it a turn, “I play Revive to bring back my destroyed Bull in defence position and next I summon Soul Virgo. I attack your Night Pup and call it a turn” now I just have to hope Virgo can survive this turn as I want to send her to the limbo zone. (Tyomu) “I play Nightmare Evolution and discard both of my Hounds to evolve summon Night Orthrus which gets two attacks” he took out Libra with the first one and targeted one of my Bull’s. (Kari) “I activate Soul Bull ability which combines the defence of another another defence position monster”. So far so good, losing Virgo was bad but my two guarding monsters can keep me safe for a bit.

“I summon a Soul Cub and attack you directly and then place 1 effect card”, (Ryomu) “I summon a Night Wolf which attacks your Cub”. (Kari) “I activate Soul Transfer and send my Cub to the limbo zone”, (Tyomu) “My Orthrus attacks you Bull” once again I blocked “Then he attacks the other one as I believe you can only use the effect one time per turn”. He was correct but I had a plan, (Kari) “I play Soul Transfer again to send my discarded Bull to the limbo zone. I now activate Soul Assault to take out 3 of your lives”. This card needs 3 monsters in the limbo zone and deals 1 damage for each one but can only be used once. He was down to 1 life though...sadly I don’t have a monster to summon this turn so I ended my turn. (Tyomu) “I activate a second Nightmare Evolution to summon Night Cerberus and then I activate Revive to bring back Night Orthrus.

First Cerberus attacks your Bull and then Orthrus hits you twice” ugh...this is bad if I don’t draw a monster this turn it is game over. (Kari) “I summon Soul Shark and attack you Tyomu”, (Tyomu) “Sorry but I’m activating Battle Magnet and I force your monster to attack my Cerberus”. Darn it I had nothing left to protect with, “Both my monsters attack you and that takes you down to 0 lives”. I was a bit disappointed with the loss but I felt a lot more comfortable with using my monsters together...its just a shame I didn’t get Aries and Leo together. (Tyomu) “Its nice to see you find a play style you feel comfortable with, I actually came here to give you this”. (Kari) “Thank you very much” wow it was Soul Regulous, my dad once told me he worked well with Leo. “Your Cerberus and Orthus monsters are amazing....I wish you luck with any future card matches”. I said that to him trying to be friendly but then I remembered what he was like when I first met him. (Tyomu) “Thank you Kari and don’t worry I’m not taking peoples decks any more, seeing you stand up to me despite your lack of confidence has helped me to see the kindness in Zen Flow”.

I went home and decided to see if any special card matches were taking place, once again it was Flora and she took out another pro but this time not losing a single life. Seeing her act all nice and trying to motivate people made me shiver....it was kind of scary how believable she was despite seeing her true nature first hand. I decided to look up if Kaze had any up and coming matches as I wanted to see his Soul Wind monsters a bit more. It seems like he is not scheduled to compete for a while, suddenly I got a challenge email and it was from Diana the girl who shoved me down before Flora stepped in. She claims she felt like crushing me as well, maybe if I beat her it will grab Flora’s attention so I accepted the challenge.

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icypantherwrites · 5 years ago

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Icy’s Halloween Horrors Fic List

Just a little something fun I thought I’d put together in honor of my second favorite holiday! The following are all fics of mine that have some sort of “darker, creepier” vibe that befits Halloween that could be just the thing to get you into the Halloween spirit!

Happy Halloween and happy reading! If you read and enjoy a fic it would mean a lot if you left a comment on the fic. Thank you! ♥

In the Name of Love

Summary: Lance just wanted to buy a flower. Instead he's now the newest victim of a serial killer who has no plans to release him until he has served his purpose. Lance may be a Paladin but he's got a higher calling in life now. And it starts with his death.

My comments: My number one creepy fic if I had to pick just one. It’s sort of Little Shop of Horrors meets IcyPanther meets Langst and it’s a beautiful, disturbing relationship until death do us part. Which, considering a plant is trying to eat us could be very soon indeed.

Sounds of Darkness

Summary: Lance couldn’t see. Or hear. Or move. The silent darkness was all encompassing and it was pressing in; choking him, drowning him, blinding him. He screamed but it was swallowed whole into the void of nothingness. Lance trembled, pain shaking his limbs, and faintly wondered if he’d even made a sound at all.

My comments: The fic that gave my sister nightmares and forced her to sleep with the curtains open for a few weeks. Don’t recommend reading this one all alone in a dark, quiet room... or, heheh, you absolutely should. Don’t fear though (hehe), there’s plenty of comfort at the end of this one to give you strength to continue onto more.

No Use For You

Summary: “You have no discernible talent that I can use and your worth as a bartering chip is negligible. And so,” Lotor’s breath was hot on Lance’s ear. “I have no use for you.” A hand shoved at him in the darkness. “Enjoy your new home.”

My comments: It’s more the end of this fic and what is implied in the outcome that gets it a spot on this list. But, uh, unresolved bits and creepy Lotor are also scary things?

Quarantine

Summary: An alien ship crashes on Earth and Lance and Hunk are the first responders to board and look for survivors. But they don’t find people in need of help. They find bodies. What started as a rescue turns into a fight for survival and the team can only watch in horror outside of the quarantined ship as two of their own begin to lose the battle. And it begs the question: when it comes to choosing between potentially saving a loved one or for sure saving Earth what is a Defender of the Universe to do?

My comments: A little Lovecraftian horror never hurt anyone, right? Battling against an unknown disease while all anyone on the outside can do is watch as you slowly die? Yeah, I’d like to get off the ride now, please.

His Own Worst Enemy

Summary: Keith wheezed, trying to summon air back to his crushed windpipe. Lance… Lance could have killed him. Lance was dangerous. He was somehow incapable right now of recognizing friend from foe. Keith staggered to his feet. They needed to stop Lance. They needed to stop him now. / Lance is not himself. He's sick. And scared. And to protect himself… he has to kill them.

My comments: Hey look, more sickness! Not horror-horror but certainly terrifying to watch your friend be consumed by madness. Add on that said friend is trying to kill you and has gone absolutely feral with his appearance to match and hey, it makes the list!

Rows of Stitches, Lines of Pain

Summary: Lines had been drawn all over the slender body. Dotted. Solid. Red. Black, blue, white, green stains against tan flesh. Others were made of stitches, of dried blood, of pain, and why had it taken them so long to find him? All of the lines sectioned off his body like some sort of science experiment, some, some thing to be studied, dissected. But, Shiro choked down the horror clawing up his throat, that’s all Lance had been to them.

My comments: Creepy laboratory setting? Check. Dismembered bodies? Check. Our boy Lance all drugged up and on an operating table? Check! Yeah, I think we can call this a horror genre... but with lots of warm fluff? Thanks, Shiro!

A Game Called Blood and Bones

Summary: “You need someone to deliver your message and get the money, right?” Lance asked. “And someone to stay as your hostage?” He swallowed, eyes darting to Pidge. “Take… take me instead.” The alien captain stared. And then he threw back his head and laughed. “You?” he came down from his mirth. “Why would we want you when we have her?” “Because,” Lance kept his voice even. “I’ll… I’ll tell you all I know about the Blades. And, and the Coalition. Information goes for a lot, doesn’t it?”Except… Lance doesn’t know any actual valuable information. And the aliens are not happy about that. Not happy at all.

My comments: You will never look at a kitchen the same way again. Perhaps today is not the day to use the potato peeler ;)

So Cold

Summary: Keith can’t seem to get warm. He’s felt cold ever since the mission, a frigid sensation taking up root in his chest and he’s so tired. But he’s fine. He’s just a little worn out, maybe coming down sick, and all the talk of haunted planets is playing with his mind. But when he wakes from a nightmare to find his own blade impaled in his stomach and his hand the one that put it there… maybe everything isn’t so fine after all.

My comments: The only non-Lance piece on here and the closest thing to an actual horror story because we are talking about possession! And this is most absolutely not a friendly ghost.

Feel Me, See Me (Or Please, Please Don’t)

Summary: When an attack goes wrong Lance ends up trapped in a dimensional plane separated from his team. But he’s not alone. The Druid they’d been fighting is there too. Lance’s bond with his fellow Paladins is the key to getting home, but the Druid isn’t going to let Lance so easily escape and leave him behind. He needs to subdue Lance, to use him as his own ticket back. And when you pit a Druid capable of teleporting and summoning magic against an injured, near defenseless human? Let the hunt begin.

My comments: This one is actually one of I think my scarier, horror/thriller pieces because nothing says horror like having someone stalking you as you leave a blood trail that no one else can see or hear your screams...

This is My Home (Watch Your Step Since You’ve Come Around)

Summary: “All right, Coran,” he gave himself a pep talk. “The princess and the Paladins are in danger. You are their only hope.” Coran paled in the face of his words. Oh Alaraan. He was their only hope. Well then. He straightened. That was that and that meant there was only one possible outcome. He was going to save his team. / The castle is invaded and the Paladins rounded up. Coran though is overlooked and he’s going to take full advantage of it. This is his home and those aliens are going to regret ever stepping foot in it.

My comments: Perhaps not the creeper/horror vibe of many of these BUT it does have a ghost (sort of ;p) and a haunting (sort of) and honestly, the more Coran appreciation this world has the better world it is.

Thou Shall Not Tell Lies

Summary: The Paladins of Voltron were liars. They were liars who had murdered her family. She would silence them. She would make sure they never told another lie again. And she would start with this one, this one who appeared kind, appeared sweet and nice and honorable and a hero. She knew better. She caressed the needle in her hand as she gazed down at his face, at his lips where the poison spewed. She knew what a liar he was. And when she was done with him everyone else would know too.

My comments: Did someone ask for a psycho? Nothing says horror like a crazy lady who first poisons our favorite blue boy and then stitches his mouth shut while he’s conscious. Fun, fun, fun :D

Game Over

The rules were simple, the two brothers said. They hunted them, their prey, for points. And they, the prey,… well they died. After they suffered, of course, as the game would be no fun otherwise. But not to worry, the brothers smirked, their games only lasted a few hours. Their pain would be over soon.

Lance has no idea how he’s escaping. He’s defenseless, alone, terrified, and trapped inside the playing field. And now he’s gone and made himself a primary target so both brothers are (literally) gunning for him, the “hero.” He’s got to escape. He has to save everyone. But… but he doesn’t even know how he’s supposed to save himself.

My comments: It’s Hunger Games meets IcyPanther :D This fic is more of a thriller than a horror one, but it’s definitely sure to still make your breath catch and send shivers down your spine because right now someone is watching you...

Make Them BLeEd

Summary: The voice burned inside Lance’s head and sent lightning flowing through his veins, barely audible over the sound of his screams. ‘YoU CaNnoT FiGhT Me, PaLaDiN,’ it chuckled. ‘ThErE Is No UsE ReSiStInG.’

Or; Macidus the Druid is not as dead as they’d thought. And he’s going to use Lance’s body to kill all of Voltron.

My comments: Mind control is bad on any day, but mind control via a revenge-hungry Druid is next level. Resistance is futile, but you’re welcome to try. Maybe you’ll manage to save one of your friends before you kill the rest of them.

Trick or Treat

Summary: Pidge (gently drags) Keith with her to go trick or treating at the Garrison sponsored Halloween event. But what is supposed to be all in good fun takes a dark turn when they realize that someone is following them…

My comments: An actual Halloween fic has arrived! Costumes? Check! Candy? Check! Someone stalking you from the shadows? Chec... hey... wait a second, what?

Dusky Purple

Summary: With with each cup they forced him to drink, with each passing day, Lance could feel it.

He was changing.

He was changing into a Galran.

My comments: Is there anything more horrifying than non-consensual body modification? It’s the Halloween costume that just keeps on giving.

For the Love of Family

Summary: They said they didn’t want to hurt him. And Lance knew they didn’t, not really. They were doing this out of love, out of hope-fueled despair. But at the end of the day they wanted to use their magic to replace Lance’s mind and change his body to make him become their beloved, deceased younger brother and restore their family while ripping Lance away from his own.

And with a desperate plan like that… everyone involved is going to get hurt.

My comments: It’s not quite ritual sacrifice or anything, but still, being restrained on a bed while people try to turn you into their long-lost dead brother is no picnic.

Feast

Summary: Lance is well aware he's the weak link on Team Voltron. He knows he's not the brightest. But he's not stupid. And he's always thought that even despite his shortcomings he had not just a place with Voltron, but friends who would look out for him just as he would do for them.

But that doesn't seem to be the case anymore. While there's no knife to stab him in the back, the ones his friends wield with their cruel, heartless words cuts just as deep. And by the time Lance realizes that something is wrong, that these people are not his friends, it's too late.

The feast has begun.

My comments: One of the closest things I’ve written in my opinion to an eldritch horror type fic and what I’m calling creep fic #2 on this list. Creepy, child-like aliens that thrive on your fear and use your friends and every thing you’ve ever feared against you with the plan to eat you (or, well, eat your emotions while mutilating your body)? While doing it with a smile and a giggle? Um, waiter? I think I’ve lost my appetite (or, maybe gained a new one for whump!)

Cold Comforts

Summary: Lance’s chapped and bloodied lips curled into a small smile at his visitor, drawing comfort in his arrival. Or, well, as much comfort as a figment of his imagination could be.

My comments: More sad than scary/spooky, but being abandoned and left to die and summoning up ‘ghosts’ of your teammates to keep you company definitely falls into this realm.

We've Got Each Other

Summary: Voltron is dispatched to a planet to protect them from a violent group of aliens who, notably, also enjoy eating other sentient aliens. If that wasn't horrific enough, there's the pack of essentially intelligent space coyotes to fight against too and Lance and Hunk find themselves overwhelmed by sheer numbers and snapping teeth and long claws.

And those teeth and claws? They rip Lance apart.

It's now up to Hunk to save Lance from the gruesome wound, the coyotes and, of course, the aliens who are looking at Lance like he's a five-star gourmet dinner.

My comments: If you like the aspects of gore for Halloween you’ll love this. I mean, what’s more gory than first being mauled by a pack of space coyotes and then eaten while still alive and conscious by other sentient beings? If you like all those things AND some Hunk and Lance content, chow down! *licks lips*

The Date of October the Thirty-First

Summary: Lance is feeling a little homesick and the upcoming Halloween holiday, which had always been a full family affair, is making him feel even more so. But to his surprise and delight, Allura is intrigued by his favorite holiday. And with her offer to help him scare the rest of the castle’s inhabitants… Halloween is looking frighteningly fun once more.

My comments: A legit Halloween fic (I know, it’s now one of two on here) that’s more fluffy than frightening and gives you all the warm fuzzies. A good little pick-me-up after reading some of these other ones!

I Feel Safe Now (You Found Me)

Summary: Lance has been helping ghosts move on for several years now. He, along with his friends Hunk and Pidge, have encountered all sorts of ghosts — from those with unfinished business to those who were lost and needed help finding their way — but this most recent one is something else entirely.

What started off as a haunting involving a child ghost switches when the child, Keith, suddenly transforms into an abused looking teenager and Lance discovers that Keith didn’t just die young.

He was murdered.

My comments: A ghost story most definitely makes this list! Add in the fact the ghost in this story was violently murdered and you’ve got yourself one haunting tale. I had a lot of fun creating this AU world and always love writing Lance being protective of children ♥

Hide and Seek

Summary: Lance is spirited away and buried alive in a horrific game of hide and seek where if the team cannot find him before he runs out of air… it’s game over. --- “We count, we count, we count our dead!” the voices sang. “One thousand and three, one thousand and three! Count then seek, and seek and seek! And if you seek but can’t find what you are looking for... then we count to one thousand and four.”

My comments: Being buried alive while your friends desperately race to find you checks all the boxes for a horrifying fanfiction. Especially when those boxes are actually coffins.

The Best Ghost Story Ever

Summary: Team Voltron introduces the Alteans to the concept of a ‘ghost story’ and now it’s an all out competition as to who can tell the scariest story. But there’s more than just spooks afoot around this campfire…

My comments: I’m not typically a fan of scary stories but this little slice of life fic has all the right shivers and spooks plus a lot of team bonding and oh hey, is that actually a real ghost now?!

The Deadliest of Sins (ongoing)

Summary: (Police/Detective AU) There’s a serial killer haunting the streets of Garrison City. Detective Lance is assigned to the case, trying to solve the killer’s motive and identity before another victim shows up in a week. He can tell there’s something very personal to the killer about these crime scenes and how each victim is killed, but even Lance has no idea how personal this case is about to become.

My comments: It’s not quite “scary” in the typical vein of Halloween, but it does involve a serial killer who has left some positively gruesome crime scenes behind and it’s up to our team to stop him before he kills again. I loved getting to use some of my own background with the police in this fic and for lovers of mysteries and serial killer documentaries... it’s to die for ;p

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pinnithin-writes · 4 years ago

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Good Jokes

Chapter 8

The group gathered their affairs in order before heading back into the halls of Black Mesa. Gordon informed Benrey that he was allowed to tag along with them - a formality, really, as he’d be tagging along regardless - while Dr. Coomer took it upon himself to clear the canyon walls and have a look at what lay beyond. If there was any chance they could scamper out of hell by trekking through the desert, he’d let them know.

The scientist returned with nothing but a haunted expression on his face. “Well, Gordon,” he said, “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”

“Why - what’s up there?” Gordon rested his hands on his waist in question. “How many hours of walking d’you think-”

“There’s nothing there,” Coomer intoned flatly.

Gordon exchanged a glance with Bubby. “What? Like, there’s no land?” he asked. “There’s gotta be like-”

Dr. Coomer interrupted again, staring him down insistently. “There’s nothing. There.”

Tommy was pretty certain that by “nothing,” Coomer meant hundreds of miles of dust and scrubland. Gordon, however, took it a little more literally than that.

“What if Black Mesa’s all there is?” he ventured, fear edging into his voice. “What if this is it?”

Tommy was about to tell him that this was probably not the case, and that Dr. Coomer was likely just caught off guard by the crushing reality of being in New Mexico in general, but before he could open his mouth, Bubby spoke up.

“Then we kill everyone and take it for ourselves,” he said with a shrug. He turned and headed for the blast doors without waiting for an answer from the others.

One by one, the team followed him, giving a farewell to the open sky before plunging back into the facility. Gordon was the last to go, and Tommy saw him let out a pained exhale as he cast one last glance at the stars.

“Man, I hope we make it out of here,” he said softly, and in that moment he looked so small, so vulnerable under the moon’s uncaring glow that Tommy almost broke apart just laying eyes on him.

Gordon turned. Caught him staring. He offered Tommy a weak, hasty smile, pieced together by whatever small shred of willpower he had left. “Let’s go,” he told him.

They went. More enemies were waiting for them on the other side, which they dutifully eliminated. They skirted a massive launch pad and entered the bunker adjacent to it, clearing the rooms one by one. Tommy pulled his weight and took out soldiers mechanically alongside his teammates. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get the scent of blood out of his clothes.

This appeared to be the control building for the launch pad outside, with the two points of interest being a computer lab and the control room itself. Gordon tried unsuccessfully to connect to the internet on one of the consoles, frustratedly tacking away at the keys while Benrey drawled some joke about editing his death into a Wikipedia article. While admittedly hilarious, Tommy wasn’t about to give the entity the satisfaction of laughing at something that was just a thinly veiled threat.

Gordon finally gave up trying to gain a signal on the computer. “I’m done with this,” he sighed. “Let’s leave.”

“I don’t understand, they must’ve been slacking off,” Tommy commented at Gordon’s back as he passed by him. “All of these computers are just looking at pictures of lettuce.”

Gordon’s footsteps faltered as he let out a snicker. He turned back to Tommy, showing off that pretty smile that still sprang readily to the surface, despite everything. “And I can’t seem to change the page they’re on,” he chuckled, whisking his hand across one of the keyboards as he played along.

The intercom interrupted their banter, announcing that the rocket was ready for launch. That was odd, Tommy thought, none of them had primed the launch sequence. At least, not that he could recall. Wait, where was Bubby?

Rushing to the control room, they arrived just in time to see the domed nose of the rocket thundering out of the bunker. Gordon threw the blast doors closed and everyone crowded around the window to watch. Distantly, Tommy could see a small figure clinging to the hull of the aircraft.

A familiar voice hollered outside. “My dream comes true! I’m leaving this world!”

Holy shit. Bubby didn’t even get inside the rocket.

“Crazy son of a bitch,” Gordon murmured in awe, eyes tracking the missile’s upward climb.

Beside Tommy, Dr. Coomer clutched at his face. “Bubby, no!” he cried, his voice thin with distress. “There’s nothing out there!”

Only the teeth-rattling rumble of the rocket could be heard for a while as they all watched it disappear into the sky. Silence fell. Gordon was stunned, blinking heavily out the blast door window, while Benrey sat a ways off on the console, looking bored. Dr. Coomer was holding onto himself, an elbow clutched in each hand, with a mournful expression on his face. His concern for Bubby was touching, and Tommy didn’t know how to delicately inform him that his friend had likely incinerated in the earth’s atmosphere and would reappear within minutes.

And reappear he did, crashing into the room with an elated declaration of, “Gordon! I was in outer space!”

Gordon whirled, startled. “You’re - no, you-”

“Bubby!” Coomer elbowed past Gordon. “Is that you?”

Bubby rushed to meet him. “Yes! Dr. Coomer,” he replied, pulling the other man into a tight embrace.

Tommy lanced a brows-raised look at Benrey, who had idly been watching the whole exchange from his perch on the console. When did that happen? he mouthed.

The entity caught his gaze. When did what happen? he mouthed back churlishly.

Tommy made a discontented noise in the back of his throat and shook his head.

Gordon was rubbing the side of his face with one hand, looking utterly spent. “I vote… we rest here, because that’s gotta be just sleep deprivation at this point, right?” he tossed a weary gesture toward Bubby. “And we can lock this place up with all the doors... This is a good place to rest. I think we need to call it a day.”

After making a thorough rotation of the compound, securely locking and barricading the entrances, the team settled down to sleep. Dr. Coomer volunteered to take the first watch, propping himself up against the computer console to wait, while the others picked out spots on the floor. Tommy didn’t feel very comfortable letting his guard down in any room Benrey inhabited, choosing instead to remain upright and awake in case the entity tried anything. It wasn’t like he needed to sleep, anyway.

Gordon, exhausted, had no qualms of his own. “Goodnight, Benrey,” he yawned, sprawling out on the tile. “Goodnight, Bubby. Goodnight, Tommy.”

The hair on the back of Tommy’s neck suddenly prickled in a familiar way. Someone was nearby. Someone he knew.

“Goodnight, Tommy,” Gordon repeated drowsily.

Tommy cast him a distracted look, briefly meeting his half-lidded, sleepy gaze. Oh, wow. What a pleasant sight, seeing him all soft around the edges like that. Was Gordon waiting for Tommy to wish him goodnight back? That was nice, but...

“I don’t need to sleep yet,” he responded with some hesitance.

“Now, Tommy, we’ve discussed this,” Coomer asserted, even though they hadn’t. “It’s important to get your rest.”

Gordon abruptly propped up on his elbows, eyes bright and alert as they fixed on something past Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy followed his gaze, just barely catching a tall man in a crisp suit disappearing around the corner.

Gordon was up in a blink. “Stay here,” he told them, waving a hand as he strode quickly after the figure.

Shit. Tommy scrambled to his feet and followed him. Gordon’s pace was so brisk that Tommy barely rounded the corner in time to catch him exchanging words with his father. His tone was sharp, interrogative. His father responded, smooth and even. Tommy stood back with hands in the pockets of his slacks. He didn’t dare interrupt.

Drained as he was, Gordon eventually turned away from the shimmering mirage that was Tommy’s father. “It’s not real,” he muttered, shouldering past Tommy to return to the control room. “It’s not real.”

Tommy watched him go, then flicked his gaze to the man at the other end of the computer lab. “Hey, Dad.”

His father raised a casual hand, and Tommy felt a wave of energy bubble outward to surround them. The screensavers froze on the nearby computers. The hands on the wall clock stuck fast. Tommy let it wash over him, grateful for the stillness.

“Hello, Thomas,” his father smiled, stepping closer, smooth as glass. “I trust you’re doing well.”

Tommy raised and dropped his shoulders in a shrug. “Well, I mean, I am. Sorta. But things are getting real scary in here.”

“Nothing you can’t handle, I’m sure.” his father said, tilting his head mildly as he surveyed his son. His eyes were a contradiction, cold as outer space, burning like a dying star. Lesser men would wilt under such a gaze, but Tommy had been raised by it. Found it familiar.

“Ye - sure. I’m... yeah,” he answered carefully. “A little more information would be nice, though.”

His father arched an eyebrow delicately. “Tommy, this is an unprecedented occurrence, there’s only so much that I know, and even less that I can share with you.”

Tommy was aware. This wasn’t his first time being a piece in one of his father’s chess games, and while he was rarely a pawn, it didn’t feel much better to be a knight or a rook, either. All of the pieces were kept in the dark, and the less they knew, the less likely they were to deviate from their assigned roles. He understood why his father did it this way, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

At least Tommy knew it was a game, and he got to choose whether he played along. That put him leagues ahead of the others, who had no idea their actions were all predicted and planned beforehand. Their sense of control was fabricated, and every step they took toward their own goals was furthering the ends of another.

Tommy was sorely tempted to tap out, call it quits, tell his father, stop, this is too much, I want out. That option was always available to him, to blink out of the plane until this all blew over. Leave the team, fully capable of taking care of themselves, high and dry.

But.

“Why are you watching Mr. Freeman?” Tommy asked, folding his arms more as a self-soothing gesture than an act of confrontation.

A smile flickered across his father’s face. “He plays a critical part in making sure this disaster is mitigated.”

He suspected as much, but the truth still made his shoulders sag. “He just wants to go home, I think,” he said quietly.

“You are fond of him,” his father answered.

It wasn't a question, and Tommy didn’t deny it. “He’s... the only person here who seems to care,” he explained, and he heard his own voice shake even as he said it.

“So you can see why I chose him.”

Tommy let out a frustrated noise. “He’s just one guy.”

“How fortunate, then,” his father said, “that he has you.”

Tommy fell silent. His father had hand-picked his messiah, and, as planned, Tommy couldn’t bring himself to leave Gordon behind. He would walk with him every step of the way, wherever his path took him. Tommy wished desperately that he could see himself as Gordon’s protector, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was just leading the guy like a lamb to the slaughter.

He raised his eyes to meet his father’s as he watched Tommy patiently. They were a striking visage, a warped mirror of one another as they stood face to face in the frozen computer room. Tommy in his lab coat and dress shoes, wrinkled and haggard, stained with blood. His father, crisp and sleek in his business suit, calm and composed as he always was. Tommy wondered if he’d ever look like that. He wasn’t even sure he really wanted to.

His father heaved a sigh that shivered the silence around them. “I will tell you this, Tommy,” he said. “Tomorrow will be particularly difficult for both of you. I trust you will make the right decision.”

That advice was maddeningly vague. The past 48 hours had been pretty fucking difficult as they were. What, besides infantrymen, extraterrestrials, and the environmental hazards lurking in Black Mesa, could his father feel compelled to warn him about?

“Wait,” Tommy stretched out a hand as his father began to warp out of the room. “Difficult how?”

But the clock was ticking again. He was already gone.

Chapter 7 <-----> Chapter 9

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incorrect-strq-quotes · 5 years ago

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Rosebird Week 2019

Day 7: Pregnancy/Kids

@rose-bird-week Day 7 is a Beacon Teacher AU and more proof that Raven is Soft™️ for Summer and their bbys. Don’t tell their students though.

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The student body at Beacon Academy was the most diverse collection of individuals in all of Remnant. Being that it was located in between the other three kingdoms, this wasn’t exactly surprising. The students who trained there came from all walks of life, all forms of thought, all styles of combat. For all their differences though, everything that set them apart, every single one of them could at least agree on two things:

One, Professor Branwen was a badass. She never smiled, never went easy on anyone, but every single team who went with her on a mission came back with stories that bordered on laughably unbelievable. Nobody ever failed her class, because they were too scared about what she’d do if they did.

Two, Professor Rose was the kindest person in the world. She wore a smile on her face every day, and always made time to help any student that asked for it. Even if their problem had nothing to do with her class. The fact that she was eight months pregnant at the moment only added to the motherly vibe she carried everywhere she went.

It was entirely understandable then, with all their differences, that each new batch of first year students would start out deeply confused any time they would see the two instructors together. It would quickly become the topic of between-class conversations. Whispered debates at lunch. Late night theories and gossip.

The older students weren’t any help. They had to figure out the puzzle on their own, so why should the new kids get any clues? So there were rumors, and stories, and gossip. Observant eyes taking in everything they saw and whispering it to their friends when they thought everyone else was out of earshot.

Because Professor Branwen barking at students in the hallways wasn’t all that unusual. Professor Branwen barking at students for bumping into Professor Rose however was different enough to raise questions.

And Professor Rose leaving Professor Branwen’s classroom in the morning with a smile and a “I’ll see you at lunch” wouldn’t have been extremely odd, if it wasn't for Professor Branwen’s returning smile and her almost soft reply “sure” that seemed a little bit too out of character.

The upperclassmen were entertained by how the first years always seemed to glazed over the obvious.

“Maybe Rose is trying to teach her to be nicer to us,” a hushed voice said in the back of Professor Branwen’s lecture hall one day. Their words were followed by laughter. “Wouldn’t that be a sight. A Branwen, being nice.”

Any response was drowned out by Professor Branwen herself entering the room. The door slammed shut behind her, and conversation in the classroom abruptly ceased. “If your homework isn’t passed to the front row by the time I get to my desk, you’re all getting F’s.”

The sound of shuffling papers filled the air as everyone quickly passed their essays to the person in front of them. They knew the drill. Everyone’s essays were already out and ready, if only because they were all worried that their instructor would actually go through with her threat.

Raven of course wouldn’t do that, but her students didn’t need to know.

“Open your books to the next chapter,” she instructed, not telling them which chapter that was. If they had been paying attention in class last week, they would know. “Lance, start reading.”

Fumbling and page flipping came from the second to last row as Raven collected the stack of essays from the student who sat closest to her desk. She set the stack down and dropped her bag in her chair before turning to glare at the student she had called on.

“Uh- Ursai are large, bear-like creatures of Grimm…”

Lance trailed off as snickers echoed around the room. “Dude she’s going to murder you,” someone whispered just loud enough for Raven to hear.

“Ash,” Raven called in a saccharine voice. “Thank you for volunteering to help your teammate out.” She turned around to the chalk board and wrote the word “Geist” in large letters before turning around to face the class again. “Please open your book to the correct chapter and start reading.”

Ash, who apparently was already on the right page, cleared his throat. “Geists are creatures of Grimm that resemble ghosts and are capable of "possessing" inanimate objects.”

“Right,” Raven interrupted, gaze traveling around the room. “With that in mind, why are Geists so dangerous?”

A hand shot up, the student it belonged to speaking before she could even be called on. “Because you’re not just fighting the Grimm, professor. You’re also fighting whatever inanimate object its occupying.”

Raven gave her a nod. “Correct, and-”

“That doesn’t sound very scary,” interrupted a bored drawl from the other side of the room.

Raven didn’t even have to look to know who it was. She simply grabbed a book off her desk, turned, and threw it in one motion.

“Hey!” The student ducked out of the way and leapt to her feet. “What the fuck was that for?!”

Raven fixed her with a cold glare. “Why’d you duck?”

The girl sputtered. “Because that would have hurt!”

Raven laughed humorlessly. “It’s an inanimate object, Jett. I thought you weren’t scared of them?” She picked up another book and threw it.

Jett narrowly avoided that one. “Stop it!”

“Is that what you’re going to tell a Geist?” Raven demanded. “Imagine hundreds of books, pulled together by nothing but a crushing blackness with the sole purpose of destroying everyone you love. And you won’t be able to help them, because you have no clue how to fight it, because you were too busy mouthing off in my class.” Raven turned to the rest of her students, letting her voice fall from angry to hard. “This isn’t a game anymore, guys. You aren’t still in combat school. Your training wheels are off and the wooden swords have been put away. If-”

“Raven.”

Her words instantly died on her lips. Raven turned to see Summer standing in the doorway, arms crossed over top her swollen belly, an unusually stern expression on her face. Next to her stood Yang, tear stains and a pout maring the four year old’s face. “What happened?” Raven asked without any of the previous bite in her words, ignoring the whispers that picked up behind her.

Summer looked down at Yang. “Tell Momma why your teacher had to call me today.”

Yang bunched up the hem of her shirt in tight fists, refusing to look at Raven. “I hit a boy,” she mumbled, a fresh tear rolling down her face.

Raven looked at Summer, whose stare turned pleading. The bags under her eyes spoke of exhaustion, and Raven knew that she didn’t sleep well last night. She walked over to them and crouched down in front of Yang. “You know you’re not supposed to hit people, Yang,” she started sternly.

“But Mercury said I was lying!” Yang argued, defensive. She was finally looking at her, small fists balled away from her shirt now.

Raven kept her voice firm, but gentle. “Hey. We’re not here to fight you, Firecracker. But I’m going to need you to take a deep breath and try that again.”

Yang’s face was still scrunched in anger, but she scrubbed at her face and took a deep breath. “He said I was lying,” she mumbled. “He said no one can have two moms.”

Frown on her face, Raven reached forward and wiped the tears off of Yang’s cheek with a thumb. “Were you lying?”

Yang shook her head vigorously. “No!”

“Then what that little punk Mercury thinks doesn’t matter,” Raven told her, failing to hide a smirk as Summer huffed in amusement. Yang smiled a little bit too. “We’ve talked about this before,” Raven continued. “What could you have done instead of hitting him?”

Yang looked down at her shoes as she thought about it. “...practice my numbers,” she eventually answered.

“Can you promise me you’ll do that next time you want to hit someone?” Raven gently poked Yang in the belly, drawing the little girl’s gaze back up to her and the instigative smile she couldn’t take off her face. “Practice your numbers as loud as you can, right in their face.”

Yang matched her smile again. “Yeah!”

Raven stood up to see Summer shaking her head in exasperation. “What am I going to do with you?” Summer asked.

Raven flashed her a smirk. “I can think of a few things.”

Summer’s smile turned soft, shining through the exhaustion that smothered everything else. “Do you mind if Yang stays with you for the afternoon?”

Raven’s face clouded with concern. “Is everything okay?”

“I need to take a nap,” Summer told her quietly, “I’ve already asked your brother to cover the rest of my classes for the day.”

“Do you want me to-”

Summer cut her off with a gentle hand on her arm. “No, I’m just tired Rae. I promise. Besides,” she added with an apologetic look over Raven’s shoulder, “ your class looks pretty eager to learn, and I’ve taken up enough of their time.”

Raven turned around to look at her students, her prepared glare falling on suspiciously downturned gazes.

“Be nice,” Summer chided. She leaned up to place a kiss on Raven’s cheek, which immediately drew back her attention. “I’ll see you at home.”

“Call me if you need anything,” Raven said as Summer opened the door and left. Raven looked down at Yang, who was staring up at her. “You can sit at my desk if you promise to be good.”

Yang nodded her head. “ I promise, Momma.”

Raven walked over to her desk and moved her bag to the floor so her daughter could climb up onto the chair. “Your coloring book is in one of the drawers. Momma needs you to be on your best behavior to show all the big kids how to be quiet and listen, okay?”

Yang giggled, grinning up at Raven. “Okay!”

Raven straightened up and returned her attention to her students, who were all blinking owlishly back at her. “Any more questions, Jett?” she asked in a polite tone that didn’t actually leave any room for questions at all.

“No, Professor,” Jett replied, already back in her chair.

Apparently for others, her tone was too subtle. “Are you and Professor Rose, like, married?” asked one of the guys sitting in the far back row.

Raven crossed her arms and glared at him.

“They’re my mommies!” piped up Yang from behind her.

Raven turned to look at her daughter, glare morphing into a pointed stare. For her part, Yang already had her hands over her mouth. She made a motion like she was locking her mouth and throwing the key away -a smartass move she picked up from Summer.

Raven turned back to the class. “If anybody else opens their mouth to say anything that doesn't have to do with Geists, I’m going to let Yang take your next quiz and give you whatever grade she gets.”

All eyes were on the textbooks in front of them, mouths silent.

“Good. Lance, hopefully you’re on the right chapter this time. Can you read the next paragraph?”

#rosebird week 2019 #rose bird week #rosebird #oneshot #not a quote #aaaaaaand we’re back #but i have some wholesome fluff to make up for it

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