#lance wanted to be able to say ‘well my ex husband…’ and never explain who

[justaz]

lance and hunk would so get married just for the fuck of it. like they so had a little vegas wedding with matt as the flower girl and stayed married for a few months then got divorced just for the dramatics

[randomfandomfiction]

An Introduction to Ereri

All your required reading in one place!

king of carrot flowers by unhappy_turtle (23k, Mature)

It's a Sunday. He's washing his favorite mug and trying not to pay too much attention to the funeral that's going on across the street.

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(Levi lives across the street from a cemetery and Eren's father has recently passed away.)

Corp de Ballet by Dominura (26k, T+)

The Royal Stohess Ballet school is almost as esteemed and as world renowned as the Royal Stohess Ballet Company itself. It brings students in from far and wide with the hope that they too could join the ranks of the most elite dancers in the world.  Mikasa and Eren can hardly believe they’ve made it this far, the chance to be able to dance in the company of their dreams fills them with hope. Along the way they meet new people, make new friends, and enemies. However, they learn that you can never judge a book by its cover.

In my opinion this is one of the more underrated Ereri fics - I think it deserves a lot more love because I really really enjoyed it

Fireside by twisting_vine_x (37k, Explicit)

A/N: Essentially, the one in which Levi ditches his car and ends up half-frozen on Eren’s doorstep, and then falls harder for Eren in four days than he’s ever fallen for anyone in his life.

Basically, this story shall contain roaring fires, hot chocolate, a whole roster of adorable animals (cause Eren’s spending his reading week watching over Hanji’s farm in frozen Alberta, whereas Levi is an author who lives in Vancouver), a bunch of cuteness with Eren and Levi bonding over nerdy shit; and, essentially, Levi and Eren being trapped together for days, with both of them realizing just how compatible they are, and with both of them aware of the fact that they're from different worlds and live entire provinces apart.

- - -

 Levi’s known this kid for maybe four hours. There’s no reason for him to feel this protective.

 The wind’s still howling outside, though, and Levi still can’t feel his toes.

 Eren may well have saved his life, by opening his door.

 Maybe Levi’s allowed to feel a bit protective in return.

Art Of War by catsonfire (52k, Explicit)

Noisy neighbors, nursling dinosaurs, satanic box cutters, shitty convenience store management, the word 'fuck', hereditary (but not really) homosexuality, beer and ramen, pennies, truckstops, strippers, closets, semi-public defacing, rings, house parties, "recreational" drug use, accidental rendezvous, toxic stew (don't eat the stew), nice abs, housewives--batteries not included, over-educational movie sessions, copious domesticity, kittens named after landlords, a shit joke at participating locations, and many, many happy endings. A modern AU in which Eren moves into the apartment directly above Levi's.

Hands Clean by Ashke (55k, Mature)

Eren's your typical high school student, despite his anger management problems. One day, he has to visit the nurse's office to only discover that the usual nurse has been replaced by a man with steel gray eyes and a mouth with no filter. Eren's interest is piqued.

A classic and must-read! Very well-known amongst fanfic readers

The Little Titan Café by pocketsizedtitan (65k, T+)

Just another cliche AU in which Eren works as a barista in his mother’s café, specializing in latte art. And then there’s Levi, who’s not exactly your typical patron, because, well, he’s blunt and rude (which Eren supposes isn’t that much different from regular customers) but mostly he just confuses Eren’s poor little homosexual heart.

I have always loved this fic! It’s one I regularly reread, just because I love the slow burn and development of the relationship between these two. This one is also pretty much a fandom staple and very well-loved

half light by foreverautumn (66k, Not Rated)

He wouldn't say that they're friends, really. They're not quite just acquaintances either; the more he thinks about it, Eren's not sure how to describe their relationship. They sort of... tolerate each other, in different ways.

But yeah, the more he thinks about it (and he does think about it quite often), Eren thinks that he'd like for them to be friends.

(AU where Eren tries to figure out what you do when friendly feelings turn into something more.)

Love.exe by anonymous (69k, Not Rated)

All Levi wants to do is drink tea, run his goddamn convenience store, and not have to deal with this kid who keeps coming in to leech his wifi bringing down high-end corporations.

Please note you need an ao3 account to read this ^

Holding Hands In The Rain by twisting_vine_x (106k, Explicit)

A/N: Basically the one with thousands of words of Eren and Levi crushing like crazy on each other, and being absolutely freaking ridiculous together, and slowly falling in love against the backdrop of modern-day Vancouver.

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Levi only realizes how much he’s not paying attention to anything around him when there are shoes beside the puddle he’s drawing. Looks up to find Eren standing right there in the rain, the hood on his jacket pulled back, and his hair plastered down against his head. He’s just standing there, and – he’s watching Levi with an expression that looks so fond it actually hurts; and Levi’s just managed to get his breath back and open his mouth when Eren moves closer, and Levi loses his air all over again.

Chasing Summer by Dressed_in_Darkness (115k, Explicit)

Two more weeks left before Levi Ackerman graduates from high school and leaves the small town of Shiganshina. He can't wait for the moment that he can finally put that dreadful town behind him. But when a Grisha Jaeger becomes the new family doctor, bringing along his ill son that breathes new life into the town he desperately wants to escape, will Levi find a reason to stay?

I normally reeeeally dislike first-person written fics (I just find them super difficult to get into and generally won’t read them) but this is an exception! Honestly I can’t even explain how big a deal that is for me

An Unlikely Alliance by Monsoon (117k, Explicit)

When Scouting Legions main trading partner, Wall Maria, is experiencing economic strain from constant attacks by the neighboring kingdom Titan, the leaders of the two nations come to an agreement: Scouting Legion will provide military protection in exchange for land and financial aid for the still growing nation.

Their new alliance will be sealed with the union of King Jaegar's son Eren to the Scouting legions strongest soldier, Lance Corporal Levi. But how will the cold, impassive soldier warm to his new husband, who is far from the weak, spoiled princess he was expecting?

1994 by Vee (124k, Explicit)

Before cell phones. Before the Kardashians. Before internet porn. The year is 1994. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks, have been transferred with the rest of their neighborhood to the posh, uptown Trost High (Home of the Titans). Mikasa and Armin seem to fit in well enough, but Eren isn't quite so lucky. Of course, most of this has to do with Eren's personality. When he accepts a bet to lose his virginity (and actually prove that someone likes him) by the end of the semester, it's hard for him to deny the improbability of winning. After all, the only one he seems to be talking to these days is the weirdly pretty (and just plain weird) goth working at the donut shop down the street...

An absolute classic and must-read! Much loved and well-known, this is definitely a fandom staple

The Strange and the Usual by lalazee (126k, Explicit)

When Eren finds himself stuck in what is essentially a halfway house for supernaturally inclined misfits, there's no stopping the veritable shopping list of events that leave him pushed closer and closer to ex-exorcist, Levi. But when is it ever that simple?

I. LOVE. THIS. I have recced ^ before and I will continue to do so for a very long time!! This is my absolute favourite Ereri fic. It has been years since I read this for the first time and I have never forgotten it. Please read and support the author!!

Click on my Heart by CocoaChoux (140k, T+)

Levi is a well-known, full-time let’s player on YouTube who just so happens to take care of his deceased relative’s child. Content with his punk/gamer life, he did not expect to one day click on a video of fellow YouTuber, QueenPastelEren. He especially did not expect to be so smitten within the first few seconds of watching the pastel goddess with green and gold eyes.

This was one of my first Ereri fics and I’ve never forgotten it. Eren is lovely, Levi is adorable, they are so cute together, and the way the author expresses body dysphoria here is really excellent to read and understand.

Haute Couture Love by SailorHeichou (163k, Mature)

Eren Jaeger is sharp, determined and hard working but doesn't consider himself beautiful or good looking in the least. When he lands his dream job, working at Survey Corp Publications as the Executive Assistant to a high-end Fashion magazine's Editor-in-Chief, his life is turned Topsy-Turvy. All he wants to do is work hard to become an Editor, but his boss Levi seems keen on making his life a living hell.

Levi is a notorious playboy who gets what he wants both in and out of the bedroom. As Editer-in-Chief of New York's best selling high-end Fashion Magazine, Levi is forced to work with an overly determined, hot-headed brat with a rat's nest for hair and the most incredible eyes he's ever seen and it's all because of Erwin Smith.

Another fic that makes me put aside my dislike of first-person narration!! I love sassy Levi!!

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

CSUAPR PRT 2 DRAFT... its already just under 6k. shoulder i cut it here then save the real nazty stuff for the next chapter?

Keith was tired. The kind of bone numbing tired that came from having to supply additional cover during the mission they'd arrived back on Daibazaal from the previous night. Having slept the last several vargas away, the half-Galra knew he should be feeling somewhat refreshed, yet falling asleep had been more like chore. His mind wouldn't let rest, leaving him tossing and turning until his body finally gave up and decided that his mind was filled with crap. Which it was. He missed Lance like crazy, not being able to talk to him was wearing thin on his emotions. Lance understood that there were certain missions that needed to be conducted in complete radio silence. He was able to have his comms on in his ship, the cloaking device scrambling incoming and outgoing signals to the ship so the person on the other end of the line couldn't be traced, but the fact there was that signal in existence in an area was enough to tip off most people that something didn't quite add up. With Lance's mental health practically a roller coaster, and with his line of work more dangerous than most people's, Krolia had granted Keith special permission that in extreme circumstances he was allowed to pick up a call from Lance at his discretion. Not wanting to cause a scene, or risk compromising a mission, his husband hadn't once made use of his special privilege. When Keith had tried to call him, as he laid in his overly large and empty bed, his call hadn't been accepted. He'd hoped for at least a message from his husband, but it seemed like he'd disturbed Kosmo off his feet for nothing as both his comms were notification free. Well, not completely free. His mother had sent a message teasing him for sleeping so long, and Acxa had sent one teasing him over not having gone straight home to Lance. He'd wanted to. Every single piece of him wanted to curled around his husband, enjoying his warmth and the feel of Lance's soft skin against his own. Marvelling over the mystery of how Lance was still his despite him forever being at work, then their schedules clashing... He wouldn't be surprised if he his husband wanted to dump him for how often he was called in, and how long his missions were. Keith knew it hurt Lance to be apart for so long, yet his husband bit his lip and held his head high. But now he needed to debrief his mother over why the whole mission had gone to quiznak, and why their cover had been blown by recruits who's job was to observe, not directly participate. He also needed to check in with the rest of the team to make sure those who needed medical treatment had received it... Quiznak... that sounded like far too much work...

  Allowing himself to pull the blankets up over his head, and ignore the world for a little longer. Keith barely had a few doboshes of peace before his secondary comms were ringing. He hadn't been sure when Lance had given him a comms device connected to the bounty hunter network. He wasn't sure he wanted to know when Lance was throwing himself into danger until after the fact, when his husband was home safe and sound. He still regretted that he hadn't been there when Lance had been hospitalised. Daehra had politely explained it all to him, but anyone in love knows that when you hear the words "medically induced coma", your first instinct is to be there by their side. No matter how contagious they were. Besides, Coran had got to go. Lance hadn't thrown him out the room... Yes... he was slightly bitter about it still. He wanted Lance to rely on him. To talk to him. No matter what he was thinking or feeling. Sticking his hand out from under the blankets, he felt around for him comms. Kosmo thinking it was an invitation for him to climb under the blankets and make a nuisance. By the time he got Kosmo settled, he'd missed the call. His wolf licking at his hands as he they lay back to chest. Lance was much less trouble to cuddle like this. Plus, it led to early morning kisses and nuzzles, then Lance would turn in his arms, kisses deepening, Keith sliding up and between his husband's leg... Fuck... he should have just gone home.

  Seeing Daehra had called, Keith battled Kosmo to sit up. Daehra would keep him updated on Lance, and on things that she felt Keith should know about. Like when something triggered a change in his husband, or who Lance didn't like in the bar... The sorts of things Lance wouldn't admit to him because he'd think them trivial. It was hardly trivial when more than one bounty hunter had asked Daehra to put a good word in with Lance. Returning the call, Daehra scowled through the screen at him

"Why did you not answer? I only just called you"

"Nice to see you too, Daehra. I'm sorry, I just woke up. What's going on?"

"We require you come home immediately"

"Uh... Dae, you're going to need to make sense. I came back from a mission last night"

"Lance is soon to start his heat cycle. He was hospitalised during the time his last one was supposed to come, and he'd acting completely irrational about this one. He says he doesn't wish to burden you, but he's locked himself up in his room"

Pinching the bridge of his nose Keith closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly before opening them again. He had no idea it was supposed to come so soon. He barely had two quintants off before there was a coalition meeting Krolia wanted him to attend

"I take it you tried reasoning with him?"

"A customer told him he smelt like a "ripe whore". Normally he ignores comments like that, but he barely made it out to the storage room before throwing up. No one's allowed in your room, he can't stomach smells at the moment, or touched. I'm sorry I missed most of his symptoms. He's been acting strange lately, I guess this would be why"

"He didn't say anything to me about... anything"

"Keith, you know he wishes not to worry you. You know he would never ask you to put him before your job, no matter how depressed he is. From the emotions I feel coming from him, his heat cycle should be starting rather soon"

  That little shit. He knew Lance wasn't telling him everything. He'd asked him over and over if he was coping with his workload. If he needed help, or needed Krolia or Shiro to send out a team to assist, but Lance had brushed it off with "it's hard and there's a lot to do, but it feels good to be working towards something". What a load of shit. Sure, it'd be hard to get time off and it'd involve some major rearranging of the schedules on Kolivan and Krolia's ends. But Zethrid, Ezor and Acxa were all perfectly capable leaders. They'd be able to take his spot with ease...

  "Keith. I can feel your anger from here. He is working very hard. He still talks to his therapist. He's finished his injections. He barely drinks as much as he used to. He participates in your team calls with the ex-Paladin members and contacts Miriam each Earth movement. He is trying, it's just... these last three movements he's been trying too much. I know you were unable to avoid leaving due to the emergency with the trainee members, but it feels to me like he was simply going through the motions until you arrived. He was so happy to have you home, that he hadn't mentally prepared himself for you having to leave early. Lance understands your work load, and I feel he feels that asking you to keep your promise of spending his heat with him has either been forgotten, or is at an unopportune time for you"

Why was he being lectured? It wasn't as if he'd intention set out to let Lance down. He didn't know how this heat thing worked... why couldn't Lance have more faith in him? He loved him. He adored him... He hated that he'd broken promises and missed things... They'd barely been able to do the initial shopping for their bedroom before leaving Earth, and he'd had to rush back to work

"He's my husband... he's supposed to come to me for these kinds of things..."

"You're the most precious person in existence when it comes to Lance. He only wants for you to be happy, and to be focusing on your mission so you can come home safe"

"Does he... is he in heat right now?"

"Soon..."

Lance hated his heats. He hated his body was "betraying him". He'd even said it physically hurt. Keith might have been mad at his idiot husband for not contacting him, but it was entirely possible that Lance was laying in their bed crying, torn between not wanting to burden Keith, and desperately wanting him to come home. He'd messed so much up. He couldn't mess this up for Lance, even if he didn't know what he'd be walking into, his husband desperately needed him home

"I'll be there within the varga. I'm leaving now"

Daehra's expression turned to one of relief

"Thank you! I'll meet you in front of the outpost. I'm sorry to worry you with this when you've only just woken"

"No. I want to... I want to know. I should have known he'd shy away from it"

"That doesn't matter. The pair of you are still just as bad as each other"

Keith feigned insult

"I'm not that bad"

"Tell that to Rachel"

"I'm hanging up now Dae. See you soon"

  Ending the call, Keith forced himself out of bed. What Daehra had been referring to was he and Lance had bought their bed for the outpost. Having spent the day buying things for their new home and the bar part of the outpost, they'd filled the two bedrooms closest to their room on the Telula. There new bed in Keith's old room upon the ship. Exhausted from a day of shopping, Lance had thrown himself down on their new mattress, pulling Keith down on top of him where he would up elbowing his husband in the gut. Laughing as Lance whined at him, he peppered kisses to Lance lips as he tried to bring his laughter under control, his husband pushing at him, but giving up and instead wrapping his arms around him and rolling them over so Lance was straddling his lap. Somewhere between kissing Lance's stomach better, and tickling his sides, they'd wound up progressing into sex, Lance's jeans around his ankles, Keith's jeans barely pulled down mid-thigh in their rush to feel connected. Having waited until the day where the Telula was mostly open so they could load her up, Rachel had sprung her plan to "heist" Lance's ship. Appearing in the doorway just in time to catch cuddling during their post-sex high... Keith still between Lance's legs, his arse in the air... Leading to his sister-in-law screaming and running. Lance was initially mortified, starting to cry thinking that Keith was more ashamed of the compromising pose than he was. He loved Lance. He didn't feel ashamed over showing that love... maybe a little awkward because Rachel had seen his arse, but she'd seen a mostly clothed Lance, and nothing of his husband's more intimate areas. When caught by Daehra and Lucteal, demanding to know why she'd screamed, the pair had simply rolled their eyes at her. Her revenge for the situation was to cover the Telula in cloaking camo while everyone was eating lunch, which might have worked if the Telula didn't cut off the shadow of his own ship unnaturally. In the end Lance gave her a blaster to shut her up, though she really didn't deserve it. She hadn't won whatever sibling battle that it'd been. She'd only annoyed everyone by talking about them having sex, and leading to Lance banning sex for the rest of their time on Earth, which wasn't long due to him being called back for a mission. Even when they'd christened their room in the outpost, Lance was jumpy and expecting someone to walk in. Keith could have killed Rachel for upsetting his husband like she had, Lance had even been sleeping in his wardrobe like the bed was a taboo area... She'd fast become his least favourite family member.

  Given that he'd be preoccupied with Lance once he reached the outpost, he couldn't take Kosmo with him. The last thing they needed was Kosmo interrupting with a wet nose to places no wet nose needed to go. Dressing casually, Keith's mind was busy with trying to figure out how to tell his mother he needed to leave immediately, not paying attention as he jogged through the halls. Jogging straight into Acxa with their two new most promising recruits Krystaal and Regetta.

  Caught by Acxa, she stopped his backwards fall with a laugh. Things were going great for her and Veronica, her mood much more happy and outgoing, and her cheek had gone through the roof

"What are you doing? Krolia has been waiting for you all morning. You still have bed hair!"

"Leave him alone, Acxa. He's obviously sleep walking"

Ignoring Krystaal's jab, Keith crossed his arms. The Galra reminded him so much of Lance that it was cruel. He might look like the love child of Acxa and Lotor, with Lotor's build and Acxa's cuteness, as his mother said, it was his personality that really reminded him of his husband. His stupid recklessness to throw himself in harms way to protect someone else was just like Lance. He was a good guy, and it felt to him like he'd made a friend with no ulterior motives. He didn't suck up to him because he was Krolia's son or a past Paladin

"I have to go home. Lance needs me"

Acxa sobered

"Is he alright? He's not injured is he? Veronica is always saying he's working far too hard... He's not in hospital again is he?"

"No. It's not like that... well, it's kind of like that. He's not in a good place right now"

Keith appreciated how Acxa cared for Lance. Zethrid and Ezor had developed a soft spot for Lance too, though they were much more subtle about it...

"Will he alright? Can I do anything to help?"

Shaking his head, he realised he had no idea how exactly to explain why Lance needed him home without betraying his trust

"He'll be alright, but I need to leave right away. I don't know how long I'll be gone for"

"Of course. We'll handle things here, you go look after your husband"

"Thanks, Acxa. Oh... Let Veronica know I'm there, so Lance might not check in..."

"I know you want to reassure her, but when you're both together anything could happen"

"With Daehra there? No, seriously though, he'll be fine. He's just a bit stressed from over working himself so I need to head out. Can you watch Kosmo too?"

"Consider it done. Now go already!"

Slipping between them group, he started jogging again, throwing back over his shoulder

"I'll see you guys when I get back! Don't slack of training!"

   Krolia let him go with minimal fuss, Kolivan however didn't look amused that he needed to take time off for his husband. Explaining that he didn't know when he'd come back only increased Kolivan's scowl, Krolia smacking her boyfriend upside the back of his head in a move only she'd be brave enough to try. The air around her had changed lately, Keith was wondering if she'd fallen pregnant again... He hadn't told anyone her news, and he suspected that part of the reason why they'd both kept him so busy because they were leading up to revealing their news and asking him to stay on longer... Which he didn't want, and didn't know how to say no too. She was his mother... and Lance... Lance was his whole goddamn world. It was hard enough to be with Lance as it was. A year like this... Keith wasn't sure he had the strength to keep leaving Lance behind. His heart felt like it was breaking each time he did, and he knew his husband felt the same way. The photos of them that hung in the cockpit of his ship were painful on the long trips between planets. The videos Lance sent him lulled him sleep each night, he must have watched them a hundred times by now. He knew them off by heart. He was struggling so badly with this situation that he didn't want to go back to Daibazaal. It already felt like he wasn't made for a teaching role. Being with Lance had finally taught him the value of being patient, something Shiro had never drummed into his thick scull despite his personal mantra. He found himself quick to find fault with the latest batch of recruits, despite knowing that everything they'd trained in in their whole lives had to be thrown away as they learned how to live in peace. One simply couldn't blindly strike out, or act rashly, it would compromise the mission to act in haste. Yet the instinct was still there. The instinct and culture of proving ones superiority through strength. He was tired of it. He was tired of knowing that he and Lance would perform these mission with ease. He was tired of cleaning up messes. Lance might not have thought himself worthy of being a Paladin, but at least he'd been useful from the start. Not like some of the recruits. Shaking his head, he dismisses the train of thought as his wormhole to the outpost opened. His stomach felt queasy with nervousness over what condition Lance would be when he arrived, and his heart was racing slightly over the fact that he'd be spending the next movement having sex with his lover repeatedly. As excited as he was over that, he still felt as if he was forcing himself on his husband, who'd in his right mind, was still coming to terms with sex being part of their relationship. He didn't want Lance to ever feel forced, but his heat was about to do just that.

      *

Landing his ship next to the outpost in his designated bay, Keith nearly forgot how to human as he went to disembark. First he forgot to undo the straps to the harness, then he stumbled over his own feet once he was finally free. Berating himself for his idiocy, he bit his tongue as he missed the last step of ship's ramp. Waiting for him, Daehra was wringing her hands, rushing to him once he was few metres clear of his ship

"How is he?"

"I don't know. He's in your bedroom, but he didn't look well when he left"

  Falling into step with Daehra, the pair of them headed towards the side entrance of the main building of the outpost skipping entering through the bar area

"Did it come on suddenly, or has he been feeling the effects for days?"

"He felt jittery last night, but the rest of his symptoms seemed to hit all at once while behind the bar. He said the events were too much for him to handle, even with his mask on he could smell them"

"Do you think I need to shower?"

"I do not know. I would recommend it, but your clothes are in the bedroom..."

Which meant walking around naked. Every corner of the outpost was under camera surveillance, except for the staff quarters, bedrooms and bathrooms. Instead cameras were in the halls facing towards room doors in case of any incidents. Lance didn't want to invade people's rights privacy, the footage stored in the basement of the outpost where most of it would never see the light of day

"I think I'll try talking to him first. If he hasn't showered, I'll try getting him to"

"Good. I know there's food and water in the refrigerator in your quarters. Lance mentioned only once before that he isn't able to fend for himself properly during these heats, and that he often isn't in his right mind or control of his actions. As it is only starting, you should be able to converse. If you can't, and you need something delivered, I can bring it to your door for you to collect, but I'd rather not enter Lance's room"

"That's probably for the best. I don't know how my own instincts are going to react to the situation. I've told mum I might be here a while"

"Of course you are. You simply cannot leave once it's over. He needs to step back from his workload and I'm hoping your presence here will force him to do so"

  Keith frowned, holding the door open for Daehra before following her into the brightly lit hallway

"How much sleep has been getting?"

"I think he's been averaging 5 vargas a night, then an afternoon nap of a varga or two, depending on how busy the bar is. Lately he's been rearranging the storage area for trade items, but he insists on being hands on in every aspect of running the outpost from maintenance all the way through to cooking. He's been compiling a new menu that is better fitted to Tobias's skills, as well as helping to explain Earth food to the new man we took on in the kitchen. To ensure quality, he tastes almost everything"

"I know he doesn't mind cooking, but he used to leave it to your cook"

"Our cook left after being insulted. We swapped two of the housekeepers into the kitchen while Lance is looking for a new one, yet... They all fail when compared to Hunk or Miriam"

Keith rolled his eyes. Lance wanted to serve travellers a taste of home. He served mostly Earth alcohol, with special stock set aside for those he dubbed regulars

"Everyone fails when it comes to Hunk. Why don't you and Lucteal have a look at cooks? Like make a list of potential candidates, and I'll talk him into hiring someone"

"If anyone can make him see reason it is you"

"I don't know about that. He didn't even tell me about this"

"I know it's hard to handle. I can feel your emotions rolling off of you. He's been having a hard time readjusting to having his marks. So many people were commenting on it, he wears his mask in the bar now to hide them, or tries to cover them with make up. I don't think it helped either to learn that his seizures were more or less maintained by the blue medication he was previously on, and that's why the number rose after weaning himself off it it. Then there's the fact he was told he'd be feeling residual weakness for up to 6 phoebs after coming off the gold injections. Now that they've stopped, he refuses to take anything orally, even for something as minor as a headache. He's most frustrating"

"He has his moments. Has he relapsed again?"

"No. No, he said he's scared that he will if given the chance. A customer tried to pay in pills for his lodging with you know we do take. He fled the bar and refused to leave his room until their stay had passed"

Most of the pills they took nowadays only went to greasing deals or working as bait. The worst of them were destroyed so they wouldn't fall into the hands of people like Lance who were recklessly using them to cope

"He didn't tell me that"

"He was ashamed of the incident"

  Continuing the small talk until they reached the wing to where Lance was hiding, things hadn't been all bad for his husband. They'd travelled to a mostly water planet where Lance had made friends with a group of orphaned children. Having no homes, he'd made it his mission to find someone to take them in. Daehra had said he'd acted like Miriam as he'd fussed over the 6 children like they were his own. He'd brought all of them new clothes, toys, food, backpacks to store their own belongings in, then found a space for them at a rebel camp because most orphanages wouldn't have been able to keep them all together. He'd also given them a comms in case of any emergencies or if they simply wanted to talk. Some had sent through photos of drawings with Lance and his team. There were other things his husband had achieved, like saving those tribes that had landed him in hospital. They'd wanted to build a shrine to him once they were able to resettle, instead Lance had made them promise to talk and trade more with each other. Just because they lived the same lifestyle and came from the same planet, didn't mean they all got along. Not everyone they'd been able to evacuate survived, yet if Lance hadn't come all of them would be dead. He knew how his husband's silly brain fixated on the bad, without requiring Daehra's little push towards reminding Lance that the work he was doing mattered.

  Pausing to knock on their bedroom door, Keith let himself into their room to find Lance hidden under a pile of blankets. The scent filling the space so powerful he unconsciously took half a step back as his senses filled with it. Distress. Apprehension. Fear. Loneliness. Horniness... He could taste it on the tip of his tongue. Mentally kicking himself for stepping back, the half-Galra's legs shook as he approached the bed. His brain felt as if it was being invaded. A little voice whispering all the dirty things the could be doing to his husband as he forced himself to keep himself in check. Reaching the side of the bed, he knelt do undo his boots, his fingers clumsy and jeans far too tight as started panicking over how his body was reacting. He didn't want to hurt Lance, yet he'd barely been in the room a dobosh and all he could think about was how he needed bend Lance over and fuck him several ways to Sunday. He wasn't going to last.

  Stripping his clothes with his boots, Keith climbed up and crawled across their bed, his hand landing on the curve of the lump that would be Lance's hip. Beneath the blankets, his husband whimpered

"Babe, it's Keith. Can you come out so we can talk?"

"Go away!"

"Go away" was followed by a soft sob

"I can't do that, babe. Daehra said your heat's starting. I promised I'd be here for this"

Tugging on the top of the blanket, Lance started to cry harder

"Babe, I'm not going anywhere. I'm here now..."

"Go away... please go away"

"I can't do that..."

"Please! Don't look at me!"

That piqued his interest. Pulling the blankets back, Lance had both hands between his legs, fingering and jerking himself off as he cried into his pillow. He'd thought the scent bad enough before revealing the source of it

"Don't look!"

"Babe..."

"Don't look at me! Please... please... don't look at me..."

  Beneath Lance's hip and arse the light brown sheet was darkened from his wetness with each obscene squelch that Lance's fingers made. Whimpering away from him, his husband tried to curl downwards to hide away. Taking Lance by the shoulder, he forced him back onto his back. The Cuban's eyes scrunched closed tightly as he continued to cry

"Oh, baby..."

Hiccuping, Lance shook his head at him

"I can't... I'm sorry... I didn't know it was going to hit today..."

Lance had no idea how hard it was for Keith to hold back, but he wasn't an animal. He wasn't going to pounce on Lance simply because his dick was twitching with interest

"I'm sorry... I'll be good... just... stop looking at me..."

Hushing him softly, Keith stroked at Lance's hair

"Baby, you're not doing anything wrong. Let me help you?"

"I can't..."

"You can't what?"

"Can't... come... it hurts... it hurts so much..."

"I've got you... you just need to relax for me"

"I can't... you smell wrong... you don't smell like you... I can't... I can't..."

Running his free hand up Lance's thigh, Lance arched his back under his touch

"You're so tense baby. Open your eyes for me, ok? I'm here... your husband is here... come on, show my those blue eyes of yours"

  Sniffling sadly, Lance did as he was asked. Watery blue eyes staring up at him as he bit his bottom lip. Running his hand back up from Lance's thigh to his cheek, Keith tugged Lance's lip free with the pad of his thumb

"See babe. It's me. You're safe now. You're in a safe place. You can relax"

"I'm sorry..."

"Shhh. This isn't your fault. I want you to come for me"

"I can't..."

"Spread your legs for me, and let your fingers slide out your arse..."

"I feel..."

"I know you're all confused right now, but I want to see you come for me and I know you can"

"It's dirty"

"It's natural..."

"I'm... a freak..."

"No, babe. Your going to come for me"

"It hurts... it's never hit so hard before... it hurts so much"

"Babe, I'm here... I need you to let yourself go. Put your legs down, and slide your fingers out"

With both arms trapped between his tightly closed legs, the position hard to hurt as Lance tried to ignore what his body wanted him to do. Inch by inch, his husband wrenched his shaking legs apart, not removing his fingers but making space to jerk himself better. The sight was glorious. Lance's leaking precum rolling down his fist into his short pubes

"That's it... your doing so good"

"I can't come..."

"Don't think about anyone else. Think about me. Do you want me to touch you?"

Nodding, Lance's already flushed face grew redder. Shifting his hand from Lance's face, he wrapped it around Lance's, controlling the pace as he thumbed at his slit. Gasping, Lance's cheeks glowed brightly as his husband came, cum splattering down his chest and stomach as his whole body finally relaxed. Drawing all he could, Keith milked Lance's erection until finally nothing more coated his fingers

"Better, babe?"

"You smell wrong..."

"I came straight from Daibazaal..."

"Your smell... is making me feel sick... feel so hot"

"I'm pretty sure that's the fever from your heat. I thought we could take a shower together"

Lance whimpered as Keith propped himself up. His lover flinching as he tried to bring his legs back up to cover himself up

"Shhh. It's ok. I'm going to pick you up and carry you into the shower"

[singledarkshade]

Waverider Detective Agency

Part Two

Rip groaned as the knocking on the door forced him out of his unconscious state and back into the waking world. Somewhere he didn’t want to be but, as always, he had no choice in the matter.

The knocking continued and Rip pulled himself off the bed, wincing at the clinking bottles rolling onto the floor.

“Mother?” he greeted the woman on the other side with a sigh, opening the door just enough to look out, wishing he’d at least had time to brush his teeth.

“Are you ready for breakfast, dear?” she asked with a smile.

Rip sighed, “Give me ten minutes for a shower. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

She gave him another smile and Rip closed the door. Last night staying in a hotel had been a good idea, he had been able drink the mini-bar without getting judgemental looks. But now he felt like someone was trying to cut their way out his head with a pick-axe and he had to meet his mother for breakfast.

He didn’t want to be here but he had no choice.

Staggering into the shower Rip let the hot water pound down on him, feeling slightly more human by the time he stepped out of it.

Yanking on the only set of clothes he had, since his mother had pretty much kidnapped him yesterday, Rip headed downstairs to meet her for breakfast.

“I know you feel I’m pushing you into something you don’t want to do,” his mother said softly as they finished their tea after breakfast, “But this is for your own good.”

Rip let out a snort of derision, “My own good?”

“Michael,” she frowned warningly, “After what happened…”

“You mean after you and Captain Lance decided to make me take a year off?” he demanded sharply, “When I was only doing my job.”

His mother shook her head sadly, “Your methods, Michael were at best questionable. You know that. You’re extremely lucky that Quentin was understanding and he’s allowing you this time.”

Rip dropped his eyes, he could feel the words coming and didn’t want to hear them, but she was relentless.

“Miranda would not want you to destroy your life.”

Anger bubbled up inside him and Rip slammed his cup down, “Well she’s not here, is she?”

Before he could move his mother had his hand, “And I wish I could change that every day,” leaning closer she rested her other hand on his cheek, “Michael, I am begging you to take the time you’ve been given and work with Gideon at the agency. I know how much it hurts, I know how much you miss them but I can see how self-destructive your current choices are and I can’t lose you too.”

Guilt spiralled through him saying softly, “I’m sorry.”

His mother wrapped her arms around him, “I love you, Michael.”

“I love you too, Mother,” Rip whispered, “I’ll try for you.”

“Alright, dear,” Mary opened the door to the apartment she had somehow found for her son here in Central City in less than a day, “What do you think?”

Rip grimaced, wondering how long she had been thinking about making him take over the agency, “You know I am perfectly capable of finding a place to stay on my own.”

“I know but…”

“And it wouldn’t be in the same building as the woman you’re already forcing me to work with,” he cut her off.

Mary frowned at him, “Firstly, this is the only place I could find that is in an area I would want you to live and secondly, I’m not forcing you to do anything.”

“No, you got Captain Lance to do it for you.”

Mary took her son’s face in her hands, “I wish things were different, dear but try and work with Gideon. You’ll find that she is brilliant, sweet and you might even come to like working with her.”

He let out a slight snort of derision.

“She is also someone I care about a great deal,” Mary reminded him, “And I will not tolerate you offending or upsetting her.”

“I’ll try,” he said, very softly but Mary heard him the way she always did.

Pulling him down to her she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, “Now, I have to catch my train and I will send you everything as soon as I have it packed.”

  Rip stood across the road staring at the offices of the Detective Agency he was now part owner of. The thing was he loved working as a Detective in Star City PD, he loved solving crimes and putting criminals behind bars was a perk of the job.

But working as a PI was not something he’d ever considered. In fact he’d laughed for hours when his mother told him she’d helped buy a Detective Agency.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he spotted Gideon walking towards the door, a cup of coffee in one hand and a gym bag slung over her shoulder. Rip continued to watch her unlock the door and pick up the mail before she disappeared inside.

It occurred to him, several times in the past few hours since his mother had left that he could just get on a train or bus and disappear. But no matter how much it appealed to him, to be somewhere no one would care what he did to forget, Rip could never disappear on his mother or break his promise to her.

Taking a deep breath Rip started across the road and entered the offices. He hadn’t taken time the day before to appreciate how nicely decorated it was, mostly because of how angry he was at being dragged here. Heading to Gideon’s office he knocked lightly on the half-open door.

“Hi,” he greeted her softly.

Gideon gave him a slight smile, “Good afternoon,” she took a quick drink of coffee obviously as happy about the arrangement of them working together as he was, despite their deal the day before to try.

“Mary used the other office which you were in yesterday whenever she was here,” Gideon told him, “I’m assuming you don’t mind taking that as your own. I set up an email account for you this morning and you have access to all our records.”

Rip nodded, “Anything else?”

“We have one employee, Kendra,” Gideon continued, “She is a part-time receptionist, but does not fetch coffee or food.”

“What does she do?” Rip asked.

Gideon smiled, “She helps with the cases, research and she is talented at make-up for undercover work. She is very good with people, clients trust her instantly.”

Rip nodded, “When is she due in?”

“She has today off,” Gideon replied, “Kendra is also an actress and she had an audition today.”

Rip took a breath and nodded again, “Then I should go to my office and get myself up to speed.”

                                  *********************************************

  “So, you didn’t tell me what happened when Mary came to visit yesterday,” John noted as he placed a tea and the meal Gideon had ordered on table.

She let out a long sigh, “Mary gave her half of the business to her son.”

“What?” John grabbed the nearest chair and sat across from her, stealing a few fries at the same time.

Gideon nodded, “The whole reason I agreed to take the Agency on was because I was working on my own, I was the boss and I didn’t have to deal with anyone else regarding the cases I worked on.”

“I know, love,” John rested his hand on her shoulder, “But it could be a good thing having a partner to work with.”

She levelled a frown at him, “He is an ex-Police Detective who, from what Mary has told me, is having personal problems.”

John sighed before asking, “Do you want me to take him out for you?”

Gideon giggled at the offer, “Yes, Master Magician. You can saw him in half.”

“That’s the spirit,” John chuckled before he became serious again, “So what are you going to do?”

Gideon sighed, “I agreed to work with him for the year. It’s just one year then he will become a silent partner.”

“Why isn’t he being a silent one now?” John asked confused.

“Because Mary persuaded him to work with me,” Gideon explained sighing, “His wife and son died a few years ago.”

“Ah,” John stole another few fries, “That explains Mary’s decision. Grieving husband, grieving father, she wants to give him something to focus on. Something that doesn’t give him an opportunity to put himself in the line of fire.”

Gideon sighed slightly, “I know and it makes me feel guilty for being so annoyed.”

“He was a cop in Star City,” John mused, “Do you want me to ask a few of my friends in SCPD about him?”

Musing Gideon drank her tea before she shook her head, “No. He’s now my partner, I need to trust him like I trust Mary. At least for the moment.”

John patted her arm before he bounced to his feet again, “If you need to talk…”

“I’m here at least once every day,” she laughed, “Thank you, John.”

“All part of the service for my regular customers,” he grinned before disappearing to serve the group of women who had just walked in, leaving Gideon to finish her meal.

  Gideon smiled when she spotted Kendra, waving her over.

“How did your audition go?” she asked when Kendra took the seat across from her.

Kendra rolled her eyes, “Terrible. The Director already knew who he wanted for the part so it was a complete waste of time.”

Reaching Gideon took her friend’s hand, “Sorry.”

“What about you?” Kendra asked, smiling when John appeared briefly and put a drink in front of her, “What happened with Mary?”

Gideon let out a long sigh and explained the new situation they were in with the Agency.

“Wow,” Kendra let out a breath, “So, Mary’s son is now working with us?”

Gideon nodded, “I’ll introduce you tomorrow. I have the Miller case to work on tonight.”

“Be careful,” Kendra reminded her.

Smiling at the other woman Gideon grabbed her bag, “Always. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Leaving John’s place Gideon gave the owner a quick wave goodbye before she headed out to her car. Climbing in she was surprised when the passenger door opened and Rip slid in beside her.

“What are you doing?” Gideon demanded.

He shrugged, “According to the files you have a job to do tonight. I’m here to see what our agency does.”

She frowned at him, “It is simply following a man to see if he is cheating on his wife. Fairly standard PI work.”

“Then I should see how it works,” Rip reminded her.

Annoyed Gideon knew she had no time to argue with him so instead started the car. They would have to discuss how this was going to work properly tomorrow.

  Rip knew Gideon wasn’t happy he was here but if he was going to work with her then he decided it was a good idea to tag along on her current case. It also meant he wasn’t rattling around in his new apartment all night.

Gideon was quiet and serious as she took photographs of their client’s philandering husband in the parking lot of the motel.

“Do you do this a lot?” he asked, the silence finally getting to him.

Glancing back at him she shrugged, “It’s a staple of being a PI unfortunately.”

“It can’t give you a very good view of marriage,” Rip noted sadly.

Chuckling softly Gideon noted, “Gives me one view. I have a few friends who give me a completely different one.”

He fell into silence again for a few more minutes, sighing in relief when the lights in the room they were watching went out. Gideon put away her equipment grimacing suddenly when she glanced in the rear-view mirror.

“Damn,” she muttered.

“What?” Rip asked.

Gideon suddenly undid the top two buttons of her blouse, “Just go with this,” she said before climbing into his lap.

Rip froze as Gideon straddled him in the front seat of her car, she quickly messed her hair grabbing his arms and forcing them around her before she pressed her face to his neck. A knock on the window made him jump and Gideon turned, turning down the window to the man who appeared.

“You know there’s a motel behind me?” the man noted amusement in his voice.

“Sorry Officer,” came Gideon’s breathy voice a giggle in it, “We pulled in to check where we were and…” she pulled out her left hand, “He proposed.”

Rip gave the man standing there a smile wondering how the hell Gideon managed to get a ring on her finger without him seeing.

“You proposed in a motel parking lot?” the cop asked Rip with disappointment in his voice.

“I’m being trying to do it all week,” Rip improvised lamely, “It sort of popped out.”

The cop chuckled, “Well, congratulations you two but if you’re not staying at the motel you are going to have to leave.”

“Of course,” Gideon replied, “Thank you, Officer.”

Shaking his head the cop left and returned to his car. Gideon slid off Rip back into the driver’s seat again pushing her hand through her hair.

“What was that?” Rip demanded.

She gave him a quick smile but ignored the question, “We’re finished here so I am going to go home and get some sleep. Where should I drop you?”

Rip let out a long sigh, “The same place,” at her confused look he shrugged, “My mother found me a place to stay in the building you live in.”

As they drove back Rip watched his new partner and wondered if they would be able to work together when neither of them wanted to.

Finally they reached the apartment building, climbing out the car Rip let Gideon go in first frowning when he felt eyes on him.

Looking around he spotted a shadow disappear, someone had been watching them.

Part Three

[amandajoyce118]

Friday Five: A Little SHIELD Romance

Since (almost) none of my favorite SHIELD moments included romance, I thought I’d do a list dedicated to just those shippy moments that I love. Not necessarily romantic dinners or kisses, but moments that reminded you how strong/important/dedicated the romantic relationships on Agents of SHIELD are.

I tried to limit myself to only one moment for a couple. There has to be a little varity here, right? And none of the moments here have been on my previous SHIELD related Friday Fives, so there’s something new.

Five: Coulson doesn’t give the full LMD May story

So, full disclosure: I’m not actually a big shipper when it comes to these two. This isn’t one of those stories that I have to see play out. I know that fans love that they might finally be finding their way to one another after working together for decades, but I do find that it undermines the idea of men and women being able to be “just friends.” I also don’t love when shows pair everyone in their main cast off. But I digress. Because you’re reading this for shippy moments, right? When the real May is back from the Framework, she assumes her LMD tried to kill Coulson. In actuality, they shared a kiss.

Coulson allows her to believe the lie, which is kind of him. He doesn’t want to hurt May or overcomplicate things. He also, at this point, knows that they both have feelings for each other, and doing this allows May to come to terms with her feelings at her own pace instead of wondering about whether he has feelings for her or her LMD.

Four: Bobbi takes a bullet

Someone taking a bullet to the shoulder and ending up in rehab for months wouldn’t usually be considered romantic, but in the case of Bobbi Morse, that’s how she shows her love for Lance Hunter. The whole premise here is that Grant Ward knows just how to push people’s buttons. After spending several episodes with Hunter and May after him, he kidnaps Bobbi and leaves her as bait in a trap to get rid of Hunter. It doesn’t work out that way though as Bobbi manages to move herself just far enough in front of the gun to make sure her ex-husband doesn’t end up dead.

Seeing it happen for the first time is a heart-stopping moment because, at that point, fans didn’t know if Bobbi would be back for more episodes or if the incident would push Hunter to leave SHIELD. With two characters who were introduced as (mostly) hating one another at the beginning of the season to find their way back to each other, then almost die for one another, fans knew these two would then be in it for the long haul.

Three: Lincoln sacrifices himself for Daisy

Poor Lincoln. We didn’t get to know him very well beyond the fact that he was an addict working through some issues with his Inhuman abilities, but he certainly made Daisy happy. Though he’s the one who initially helps Daisy learn to control her powers, he leaves SHIELD and superheroes behind for a while, trying to live a normal life. It’s Daisy he comes back to SHIELD for, and it’s Daisy that he sacrifices himself for in the end as someone has to fly the quinjet holding Hive into outer space.

You can say he was saving the world from Hive all you want, but he really did it because Daisy’s guilt complex (following her addiction to Hive) would have led her to sacrifice herself. He makes the decision so she doesn’t have to, and their conversation via the radio, a nod to Captain America and Peggy Carter saying goodbye, was heartbreaking.

Two: Elena refuses to leave Mack in the Framework

They might be one of the newest couples on the show, But Elena and Mack have already been through the wringer. Elena wasn’t taken and replaced with an LMD in season four, but Mack was. She went into the framework in hopes of pulling him out of the world, despite being told that she shouldn’t by Daisy.

What Elena finds there is that Mack is fully entrenched in this other world where his daughter is still alive, and once she tries to explain reality to him and it doesn’t take, she accepts it. Even though the framework is literally disappearing around them, she tells Mack she’ll stay with him if he wants to, knowing that they’ll both die. What a heartbreakingly romantic moment.

One: Fitz goes back to Maveth

It was incredibly tough for me to pick a moment for Fitz and Simmons. They’ve arguably had the most relationship moments between them of any pairing on the show, and despite their love for one another, they’ve been put through hell way too many times. I, surprisingly, didn’t choose a kiss or their wedding or their first time. Instead, I chose the moment that I think solidifies how Fitz feels about Jemma - even if he thinks he still doesn’t deserve her and won’t get to have a relationship with her.

He jumps into the portal to Maveth with Grant Ward to bring back Hive. He does it knowing that he can use the chance to bring Will back for Jemma. This is after the two of them have already made out a few times. This is after Jemma has admitted to being confused. He’s basically saying at that moment that he’s going to get this guy back for her and step aside so she doesn’t have to choose. Look, I hate the space boyfriend storyline. But this moment only made me appreciate Fitz even more.

I never for one second believed that Jemma would choose Will over Fitz since the storyline made it pretty clear she settled for him on a world where she thought she’d never see another human being again, but that Fitz was her person in the real world. I don’t think the triangle was crafted well, but I think Fitz’s reactions to it were.

And wow, this show is really full of people willing to make the tough sacrifice, huh?

[aquaburst3]

Because I’m bored and need to straighten out my own headcanons, I’m gonna list off even more characters in my Reverse Voltron fic.    I’m not gonna list off every character and OC, since that’d take forever. I’m only gonna do the most notable secondary characters or other major characters I forgot to mention before, who are based on past Voltron characters. 

Also, if you don’t want to be spoiled for my fic, don’t read this. This will contain massive spoilers. 

Villains 

Merla:  She was once Lotor’s friends and even partner’s in crime with Lotor, being the one that broke him out of the pod when he was 15, being around the same age as him. She sided with him since they were both former Galra royalty, her being distantly related to a broken off section of the Galra royal family, who wanted to fort Emperor Alfor. That changed when Lotor left her behind on a mission, leaving her for dead, around a year before the events of the fic.  Feeling like she was betrayed and angry, she joins Alfor’s side, not only to infiltrate his empire and break it apart from the inside, but also to make Lotor pay. Because of this, she’s a huge thorn in Lotor’s side. In addition that, she also secretly hates Alteans and everything they stand for, wanting the empire to burn to a crisp for killing off the Galra on Daibazaal and after everything they did.  After all, nothing is more deadly than a woman’s scorn. 

Like Lotor, she uses tech, which she also made,  in her plans. She has a mental mind link with her pet vulture, Vicious, who tells her if someone has ill intentions towards her.  She also has her own team of generals, comprised of  the OC Ako (the yandere of the team, being kinda like Himiko from Hero Aca) and Kala (being more quiet and calculating along with the muscle of the group). Ironically, they are merely under her command and she’s prepared to toss them to the sharks, not mourning their loss, if she must. And she’s building a machine that can tap into other realities and send people into a reality to live out their worst nightmares.

 When she confronts the paladins for the first time, she makes Azora (Ezor) an offer to join her team for a short while and then she’d send her back to Earth to be with her family again. Ultimately, Azora turns down this offer and stays the Blue paladin.   When Lotor’s teammates figure about Lotor’s past betrayal, it does make them question on a small level whether something like that will happen again, especially for Azora  and Nasrin (Narti). 

Later on, she’s the only other villains who side with Go Lion outside of Allura and her squad, only because she deep down wants the empire to stop too, but more so reluctantly. She also helps out Lotor’s generals once in awhile out of similar goals, but will never admit it out of both pride and her scorn for Lotor.

Personality wise, she’s a scheming plotter, much like Lotor. Unlike Lotor in this version, she is more willingly to do ruthless tactics to get what she wants. She makes a lot of snappy remarks, mostly at Lotor’s expense. 

 The best way to describe her is that she’s like Missy from Doctor Who or Demona from Gargolyes.

(As a side note, she wears armour similar to Lotor’s ex generals and the other female Galra in VLD, not the weird armour she wore in DOTU or that dominatrices outfit she wore in the comics)

Avok: He’s a general under Alfor. He’s Allura’s distant cousin (since he’s born closer to the present while she was born 10 000 years ago and recently woke up from cyrosleep), but is still very closely linked to the Altean royal family, who is only siding with them in order to be in their good graces and gain more power, possibly the throne, for himself. 

He was almost engaged to be Allura’s husband, but this was changed when it was decided that Keith would be in a political arranged marriage with Allura to unite the last living Galra on Mamora and the Alteans in a false image of peace.  Because of this, he despises Keith for getting his way and wants him to pay for stopping his plans. 

He also is deadly because he’s Romelle’s brother and she’s the leader of the Guns of Gamora. Romelle has to be extra careful to avoid his gaze otherwise it would be game over for all of the rebels. 

Personality wise, he’s very ambitious and a deadly fighter, but lacks any sort of cunning and any sort of hard core planning to make his goals a reality, which is part of the reason why Romelle has been able to avoid him for all these years. Make no mistake, that ambition and willing to do anything to get ahead does make him a very powerful threat. 

Wade:  He’s the new leader of Galaxy Garrison, replacing Iverson, along with being a powerful player in world politics. There’s a lot more to him than that. He’s in league with Emperor Alfor, who has his sights on Earth as his next target to make it more peaceful and under his empire’s control along with turning the more rebellious humans into non-cogs. By teaming up with Alfor, he wants to be the new leader of Earth, proving his technology is superior and his philosophy of working to the top in the process. He also wants said power to protect his loved ones from Alfor as well. He’s also building another mecha on Earth by taking Go Lion’s blue prints and reverse engineering them in order to have a even more powerful weapon to combat it; this mecha’s called Robotech.

While he lacks psychical strength, he makes up with military cunning and being very cut throat, being even willing to kill teenagers to come out on top.  He is also very disciplined and honourable, believing that you have to earn in order to be at the top, which is another reason why he despises the paladins for inheriting Go Lion instead of creating it.

The best way to describe him is a mixture between Lex Luther and Wrath from FMAB.  He doesn’t show up until the 3rd “season” and is the main villain of that arc.

Heroes

Romelle:   Romelle is the leader and creator of the Guns of Gamora, being around the same age psychically as Allura, along with being Allura’s distant look-like cousin. Even when the paladins first meet her, they are thrown for a loop since she looks like Allura with shorter hair. 

Romelle is very direct in her leadership, being willing to get her hands dirty to get things done in the organisation. She is very compassionate and loving, but not a person to trifled with. She’s also very calm and level-headed when it comes to dealing with politics, being able to see both sides of a situation and set her own emotions aside to do the greater good.  She is willing to give people a chance before passing judgement, being brave, spirited and determined as well. Allura is just learning about what happened to her kingdom while she was in the cyropod and is still very unaware of some of the horrible things going on, Romelle, meanwhile, has a better grasps of politics and what’s really going on under the surface of the empire her uncle has created due to being in this world since she was born. She can be overbearing and over protective as well, being to safe with her plans before she loosens up more, along with not being good at thinking on her toes. The best way to describe her is that she’s like Suki from Avatar.

 Romelle and Lotor don’t get along very well. They set their ill will towards each other aside for the bigger picture, forming an alliance. 

Bandar:  He’s still a child, being around 10. He’s a kid, who wants to be an adult, having a bigger role in the rebel organisation and be a badass fighter. But due to Romelle’s over protective nature, he is kept from the fighting. He often rebels and disobeys orders to fight. He can be playful and carefree, but still tries to come off as more mature.  He’s sorta like Aang only with a more rebellious streak

Hys: The best way describe her is that she’s like Miss Beakly from the Ducktales reboot. She’s a member of the Guns of Gamora, who took on the position of being Bandar’s nanny. She’s a stern and strict woman, but is very loving and caring to those dear to her.   She’s also a deadly fighter when she needs to be. 

Cossack:  He starts off as a low ranking general, who only became one due to being a noble's son, being stationed on the planet that Green teleports Nasrin to after the paladin’s first battle with Alfor. After finding her knocked out in the middle of the woods in broken paladin armour, he takes her to a dissolute base in order to put her into a healing pod before she dies from her wounds. After awakening from the pod, Nasrin fights him at first, but calms down after realising that he was the one to help her and gave her a chance, his people needing of her help.  Over the course of time, she helps the people of Mamora rebel against the Alteans and Nasrin gives him the courage to fight back and join the rebels. She and Cossack get crushes on each other, starting to date as well later on.

He’s around the same age as Lotor.   (Tbh, I’m not sure about his age in the original series since he has wrinkles like Haggar and even seems to have a crush on her, but acts like he’s in his early 20s like Lotor. I’m screwing the rules and just saying he’s a teenager like the rest of them to make my life easier.)

Personality wise, he’s a bit more of a goof ball and tries to lighten up the mood when things get too tense, but can get serious when the situation calls for it, kinda like Lance in the canon. He has insecurity issues and wants to be a powerful warrior like his father, puffing himself up in order to sooth his ego. Over time, he learns that he can be a strong fighter in his own right. He also lies to cover his own ass, which bites him in said ass when dealing with his superiors. Despite this, he does have a brave and noble heart, being abrasive, passionate, can over explain his plans and sceptical as well.  The best way to describe him is being a mixture of canon!Lance and Sokka. 

Dorma: She’s Cossack’s sister.   (As a side note, yes; I know Hazar is Dorma’s brother according to Vehicle Voltron...despite her being Hazar’s slave in Dairugger from what I heard. But due to Hazar and Kolivan being pretty much the same character, it would be super redundant to add him in as well.) 

Due to growing up during the war, she is tries to be mature, nurturing and motherly to her younger brother, much to his dismay, because he’s only a year younger than her. She tends to be more logical about things, but is willing to give situations and people a chance, too. Like her brother, she joins the rebels later on after seeing the bigger picture of things. She’s compassionate and a good fighter as well. 

The best way to describe her is that she’s like Katara from Avatar personality wise, but fights like Korra. 

Commander Shinji Hawkins: He’s the Matt/Shiro parallel in the series. He was one of the members, who were abducted on the Kerboros Mission.  Like Matt, he was broken out of prison and moved up the ranks to be fairly high up in the rebel command. Personality wise, he is level headed, valuing to be more calm and diplomatic about things. Like Shiro, he can explode if you press his buttons enough. He has PTSD from his days of captivity. As you might imagine, he faced a fair amount of Shinji Iraki jokes back at the Garrisons. He doesn’t show up until later on, like Matt, and is unaware what happened to his teammates Graham and Marshall. 

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firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 lollll i love the idea of like jack bein mind controlled during his time as strike commander it's fun i love mind control also i'm sick and everything hurts so now jack has to hurt

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 aaah. sorry you're sick. ; ; try drinking lots of lemons. did we...we've discussed so many ideas was there a mind controlled one before? also, mind control is one thing, but having him blackmailed or too afraid to outright rebel seems angstier to me. like that post you'd reblogged before. altho, i don't buy him not telling Gabe. fandom usually portrays Gabe as teh more cautious, tactical one and Jack as reckless. If Jack knew bad stuff was coming down from the higher ups, he would want Gabe investigating with him...unless he had reason to suspect that Gabe was one of them. =O what if they somehow made him think that Gabe was one of their agents?

and Jack and Gabe were already, like, married or some shit so Jack is trying not to act like anything's amiss but there's a traitor in his bed, touching him, kissing him, fucking him, he's married to a goddamn traitor

they would have had to plant the idea without Jack knowing it came from them like, they're sneaky about it so that Jack thinks he finds out on his own they're needing to drive a wedge in between jack and Gabe, elliminate Jack's suport structure to be sure he dances to their tune

and that's why things start to go south with Jack and Gabe's relationship.

All of a sudden, Jack is cold, he's secretive, he doesn't trust things Gabe tells him, he's treating Gabe like the enemy

and to Gabe it all just seems like the job has gotten to him--Jack is Strike COmmander, he's always too busy for Gabe, too wrapped up in being Overwatch's perfect golden boy

which he HAS to be so that the corrupt fucks up the chain of command don't come down on him and his own and crush them all

so, i mean about on par with stepping on legos

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 GOD sorry I disappeared OH MY GOD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 you're good, you're good. i'm occupying myself in the castlevania tag

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 LOL but like!!! Jack's treatment of Gabe causes Gabe to get frustrated and that just confirms Jack's fears and then everything gets worse

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 yupyup vicious cycle

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 Does Gabe ever find out or can we wait until they reunite as reaper and 76 before he realizes

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 immediately before the explosion

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 NATURALLY LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 one moment of realization and hope and fury and then A RAIN OF FIRE AND DEATH shiiiiiiiiiiit. what if Gabe thought Jack was corrupt?

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 QOQ ow

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 what if he thought he had to take Jack down and they fought in Zurich? does the Reaper claws on Jack's face they're screaming at each other while the hgher ups have bombs set and press releases ready to go to clean house

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 EGADS and right before the end jack snaps and he's yelling shit about how Gabe had betrayed him, he's married a traitor, and gabe is confused Pissed off kind of confused Replies with something about how that's rich when Jack is the corrupt one

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 hell, what if Jack actually started to break down and shouts "I LOVED you, Gabe!" like an accusation between them. And all that pain he's been holding in for months, all those memories that were tainted, all the stress and heartbreak and the memories of how he let Gabriel take him back when he was trying so hard to act like everything was still normal--it hits him all at once, gets mixed up in his fury and now he's humiliated as well because he's about to fucking cry while facing down the man he'd thought was the love of his life.

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 QOQ

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 that might be a good clue for Gabe, 'cause, like you'd said...Jack just does not cry

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 NEVER until now //dun dun

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 XD well, i mean, and he's crap at acting so seeing that, Gabe's blood runs cold. something's wrong, he knows it. something is deeply, deeply wrong, and it wasn't what he'd been suspecting

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 so post-zurich gabe is looking for answers while jack is tracking down traitors.... like gabe qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 poor bbys maybe Gabe still isn't 100% sure about Jack and that's why as Reaper he doesn't actively seek him out to talk to him. but nothing has told Jack that Gabe wasn't a traitor he still believes it and it still eats at him

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 BOYS god gabe is gonna be FURIOUS when he finds out and then jack finds him and is ready to kill

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 the sadness just keeps going on jeezus, Reaper's gonna have to subdue his angry old ass to get him to listen at that point, jack prolly would have, like, pressed all the hurt down deeeeeeep and poured a layer of concrete over it. it's old news, it happened, it forged him into what he's become. he hasn't forgotten and isn't interested in forgiving. he just wants everyone involved dead. just a cold, resigned, this has to be done.

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 qoq gabe keeps trying to reason w him but jack straight up isn't listening he doesn't care what gabe has to say to him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 so at this point, does gabe know that Jack was manipulated, or is he just trying to get him to talk so they can figure shit out? also, was the manipulation forged evidence, or a simple bit of mind-fuckery--something much easier than all out mind control, but definitely something that was done to Jack? 'cause if it was the latter, that's opening the doors for heartstring-tugging scenes of Gabe recalling happy memories between them for Jack and telling him that was real seeing Jack struggling to separate the lies planted in his mind from who Gabe really was and of couse, anything Gabe says is now suspect, because Jack was made to believe he was a traitor, that everything they had was a lie but who else could remind Jack of exactly what they meant to each other?

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 SOBS LOUDLY THIS SHIT IS MY JAM!!! jack is shooting to kill but gabe just won't fight him, just keeps talking, trying to get through to him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 Gabe strips off one of his gloves and holds his hand up. Sunlight glints off the wedding band he still wears, and he knows the moment Jack recognizes it for what it is, because it's the first time he's hesitated since the fight started.

Jack's voice is harsh as he demands to know why he's wearing that.

'Because I meant it, Jack.' He lowers his hand to remove his mask, bares his ruined face to Jack, hopes that the disfigurment from the explosion and the nanites don't hide his sincerity. 'I meant it,' he says again. 'Till death do us part. I love you, Jack. Always have.'

His shotguns are nowhere to be seen. He's still, defenseless, unmasked, unthreatening. Jack's paranoid mind is screaming that it's a trick, but he lowers his pulse rifle--can't explain why.

A chance to explain what he's found--that's all gabe asks for at the moment. Jack can take the information and follow the leads and find the truth for himself. It kills Gabe to offer that promise, because he doesn't know for sure if Jack will trust anything he finds that originates with him, but he knows that he can't simply explain it because Jack sure as hell won't believe him.

He gives Jack a starting point. A couple of names, a location, maybe, where records could be found. He's prepared to back off for the time being, to give Jack time and space to follow up. He intends to go along--secretly--but the idea of being so close and unable to have his husband back in his arms aches, makes everything ache. He dissasembles, but before he disappears into the shadows, he gives in to temptation, takes a chance. He swirls briefly around Jack, the tail end of one nearly solid tendril of smoke caressing his brow.

I miss you, mi sol.

Jack reacts the way he was expecting, but there wasn't any preparing for the pain that lances through his heart as Jack jerks away, raising his gun, back to high alert as he snarls: "Don't fucking touch me!"

okidoki. am turning in. night night <3

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 CLUTCHES CHEST gabriel deserves better omg i'm crying Jack can't say why he follows Gabe's information - he tells himself it's to get rid of any remaining doubts, that once he sees Gabe's "evidence" for himself, he'll be able to disprove it once and for all and kill Gabe next time, no regrets.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 But, of course, it's harder to lie to himself when he stops moving, when the demands of his body make it impossible to fight or run for any longer without rest. In the dark and the quiet, wherever it is that he finds a safe, hidden place to lay his head down and rest, that's when he sees what he doesn't want to admit about himself: that he wants Gabe to be right, wants it so desperately even though that would mean that it was his fault they fell apart, his that everything between them went down in flames. At least it would mean that there really had been something there to burn. Alone with his thoughts and the almost-there memories of Gabe's touch against his skin, Jack wants more than anything to know he was loved, and he dreads the possibility of getting that wish.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 QOQ And then he finds irrefutable proof of what was done to him and it's like his brain can't... process it the more he looks at it, the more everything distorts Gabriel followed along, of course, and he can't stand seeing Jack doing this alone

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 time for magical healing dick! dick ex machina

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 LOLLL this could go one of two ways jack refusing to be touched at first and them having to relearn each other very slowly... or jack doing his usual "bury emotions and everything else under meaningless sex" which gabe has to help him rein back in

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 XD omg i was joking jeezus how do we actually fix this? i mean, i suppose even if Jack can't process he can realize that something is wrong and turn to Ga nanite **nanites Gabe's made of nanites. can he like send some into Jack's brain?

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 :OOO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 try to find the bad info and burn it out? remake old connections? jeezus, Jack wouldn't trust him with that nm wouldn't work

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 IDK THAT'S THE ONLY SOLUTION I CAN SEE Jack knows there's something wrong with him but he can't erase the fear and anger he now reflexively associates with Gabriel qoq his brain's all fucked upp we gotta fix it bro send gabe's little smokey tendrils in there and perform fuckin brain surgery lmao we need a doctor

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 mrrgh. i'm just all i can picture is Jack wrestling with this on his own, hands on his head, unaware that he's dropped to his knees on the floor. Gabe coming out of hiding, alarmed, because something is obviously going wrong. He's at Jack's side immediately, as Jack tears off his visor, flinging it aside as if it had something to do with the way his vision was going dark, the way static was filling his head...as if they might still be controlling him through its circuits. He grabs Gabe's hands before they can reach him, holding on to keep himself grounded, keep from going under because he feels like he's about to drown, can't get enough air, can't think straight. Gabe's face is fuzzy before him, going in and out of focus. Familiar, changed, a comfort, a mask, a rock, a traitor--he doesn't know which. Panic is setting in. He knows that's wrong--he's a soldier, he doesn't just panic like this--but he can't see, can't breathe, can't think straight and only instinctively bows his head, curling closer to Gabe, fingers digging into his arms.

'how do you prove it? how do you prove it was all real? i need help... Gabe! I need you to help me! How can I trust you to help me?'

He's desperate, and he sees pain in Gabriel's eyes--red eyes, changed eyes, familiar, knowing eyes. He wants to trust and he's terrified of trusting. Warning klaxons scream in his head, even as his body hunches in closer to his husband.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 c r ie s help him!!!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 yeah, gabe, help him

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 gabe does his magic smoke shit and jack is cured YAY

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 XD umm...i guess for something like this, first thing to do would just be for Gabe to talk him down. to just...be there, be a solid (haha) presence for Jack to hold onto. A quiet, familiar voice that he can latch onto until the fit passes and they can try to work out what happened.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 give him those schnuggles!!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 Jack cautiously admitting that something has to be wrong. He can't quite bring himself to say that Gabe was right, not yet, anyway. Even that small admission required him to walk through the logic of it: he'd found 'proof' to back up Gabe's claim, he'd suffered a bizarre sensory assualt, he'd never experienced anything like that before, and even thinking too hard about what he had just seen made him feel like it would start up again.

'It felt like...being programmed to reject what I saw,' he admits reluctantly. The amount of anger in his voie startles him. He hadn't thought he had the energy for it. Gabe says nothing to that. He doesn't have to--Jack can pretty well guess what he's thinking. He was programmed. The thought makes him feel sick, makes his vision waver. The reaction isn't entirely due to what was done to him.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 :sob: can we fix him yet

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 i mean if you wanna just wave a magic dick wand and say it's all better we can, but then there's holes in the story

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 :sob: god dammit

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 lol i mean, if this is all a set up for a pwp where Jack asks for Gabe's help and gabe calms him with whispered words of encouragement and endearment, listens to Jack, talks with him, asks what he wants and stares into Jack's too-blue eyes as he says that he wants to fix whatever was done to him, sees teh distress and can't bear it any longer, kisses Jack--an impulse, a moment of pure need that stretches out. Jack's eyes are closed when he pulls back, his lips parted. His breath shudders out, and he leans forward just the tiniest bit. It's invitation enough. Gabe kisses him again, warmth and sorrow all mixed up together at what was taken from him--from both of them--so long ago and so insidiously that he never thought he'd get it back. The warmth builds to heat, to a fire that sparks between them, igniting on the kindling of old memories and emotions settled too thickly in their hearts to ever decompose into nothingness. Jack lets Gabe press him down against the floor, all devouring kisses and starved whimpers. He wants and he trembles beneath Gabe's touch, and God Gabe wants him so much, so badly, wants to claim him and make Jack his again and take back everything that was stolen right out of his hands.... And he knows he has to go slow, knows Jack needs him to be gentle, to be thorough, to awaken every last memory of gentleness and kindness, affection and love between them, remind him of the truth of what they were. Maybe that...maybe that will be enough to win Jack back from those who held him in thrall.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 AKDJANXKANCS IN THIS CASE, PWP STANDS FOR PORN WITH PLOT cries Jack trying so hard to bury the fear in Gabriel's touch

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 oh, i'm glad you came back. everything online went quiet kind of all at once, so it was sort of like the recluse's version of those spooky scenes where a person walks alone through deserted streets, you know? XD

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 LOL I was hanging out w people

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 well, i mean, i started chatting with someone else too ad they went quiet, and twitter usually has things popping up, but it didn't and it was just odd XD

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 That is odd :OO Jack trying to force himself not to flinch every time Gabe touches him qoq Gabe starts to get hesitant and Jack powers through the anxiety and ups the pace again

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 Gabe's heart breaking a little, but as they go on he realizes that this seems familiar somehow. He remembers the last several times they made love before it all fell to pieces, and he realizes suddenly that they got to Jack long before he had estimated...long before their relationship had been completely eaten away.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 NOOOO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 <3

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 He runs a hand through Jack's hair and then cups his cheek and Jack bites his lip, glancing away for just a second, and Gabe has to ask how long? How long has this been eating Jack alive?

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 ((everything else started back up))

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 :OOO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 Gabe stops. He rests his forehead against Jack's and takes a shaky breath, rage and hurt battling inside him. He knows he has to stay calm for Jack's sake, but it isn't easy with this new revelation. He squeezes his eyes shut against the stinging precipitating tears, and whispers apologies. Jack hears the way his voice cracks, hears pain that he doesn't believe anyone could fake convincingly. He doesn't know what set Gabe off, assumes that it's just the way he's flinching from Gabe's touch. His stomach roils, desire and anxiety making for an unpleasant mix, but it's been years, and he's cold down to his bones, has been for so long. And it was all in the past, nothing to be done about it now except take revenge, and if this turns out to be a trick (although his gut is telling him it isn't) then he won't have any more reason to hesitate once it's over. He gathers himself and takes charge, forcing Gabe to shift as he sits up. He holds Gabe's face in his hands and kisses him, deeply, greedily, trying to assure him that he wants this. He doesn't miss the fact that Gabe's hands are shaking when they rise to cup his cheeks, but he doesn't stop to ask. It's more important that he get Gabe out of his clothes, feel him skin to skin. If this isn't real, if they only have one more time together, he wants to make the most of it.

((XD they're talking about a fall R76 week, and i'm just over here imagining Reaper!Gabe burying himself in a pile of leaves and suddenly sitting up making zombie noises to startle the kids))

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 OH OKAY SO YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE UP FOR THAT STAB IN THE GUT WITH THAT LITTLE CUTE ANCEDOTE FUCK YOU

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 <3<3<3 ilu

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 NOT OKAY BRO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 also?? you fucking started this????

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 LISTEN!!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 X'D

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 i typed that w a very specific inflection hold on

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 LOL I'M FINDING THE CLIP

firesonic152 - 07/19/2017 https://youtu.be/RDoHownP9dg?t=17m47s LISTEN!!! LISTEN!!!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/19/2017 X'D

firesonic152 - 07/19/2017 GOD NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT JACK TRYING TO CONVINCE HIMSELF IT'S OKAY TO SLEEP IN THE SAME BED AS GABE, HE'S NOT GONNA GET STABBED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AKSNFJDS

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/19/2017 baby steps

firesonic152 - 07/19/2017 qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/19/2017 maybe the implanted thoughts just...get unmade when he forces himself to be vulnerable, and he can take them apart as he drowses in the afterglow and sure, all that emotional baggage will stay around and need to be worked through but getting rid of the false certainty will be a good start to fixing things

firesonic152 - 07/19/2017 sob s the more he lets himself be vulnerable, and the more gabriel affirms that it's okay to be vulnerable, the easier it gets starting with little things, like letting gabriel take his hand or touch his face and training himself not to expect a blow probably the first few times they have to sleep in separate rooms but eventually they're okay to sleep in the same bed at first, with jack facing gabe so he could watch and then slowly feeling okay turning his back and then eventually schnuggling >w<

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/19/2017 ohhh...the first time they would have actually gone-to-sleep slept together was one night when they were sitting up on the couch in their safehouse (or whatever), going thru info and planning their next move. Jack ends up leaning against Gabe, feeling sleep creeping up on him and knowing that he ought to get up, telling himself to go to his room and shut the door. But he's warm and drowsy and almost comfortable, and he thinks 'in a minute. i'll get up and go, but...just one more minute.'

When Gabe realizes he's asleep, he briefly considers staying right there, but he also kinda figures that this wasn't a conscious decision on Jack's part. Very, very carefully, he manages to carry Jack to bed without fully waking him. As he's leaving, he notices Jack's jacket and remembers how torn up it was. He takes it with him to make a few repairs.

When Jack wakes up the next morning, he's alone in his own bed with no recollection of getting there. He goes out to find his jacket on the couch, mended. And he finds Gabe, alone in the other bedroom.

firesonic152 - 07/19/2017 GABE RESPECTED HIS SPACE!!!!!! TRUST HIM JACK!!!!!!!!!!! on their journey to fix jack they just kind of naturally start reforming their old bond and by the time they're getting somewhere it's almost unnecessary

[cruisador-blog]

Charleston 1991

This is the one post that I have been thinking about rewriting since 2010 or 11. I really rushed through the background information because I wanted so badly to get to this post. I will not be able to post for a couple of weeks. That's OK. I'll slow down somewhat now and try to not leave out anything. I'll probably go back and edit some of the last post.

As I was saying earlier. My ex husband and I had a really kinky sex life. Then all of the sudden, he just didn't want to be married to me. I figure it had something to do with all of the changes of being a parent. I really don't think I ever turned him down when he wanted sex. I'm serious when I said that I would meet him at the door naked or in a negligee. Sometimes I would wear a wig. Anyway, I had planned on staying home with our daughter for the first 18 months. It didn't work out like that. I took a job with a couple that owned their own business making pumps for municipalities and industry. It had nothing to do with my major or the Masters I had gotten, but the pay was good and they were great in giving me the time I needed off for doctors and daycare and the like. I remember finally going to the attorney. His assistant did most of the background work and initial paperwork then I spent about 15 minutes in the attorneys office. He asked who my husbands attorney was and when I told him he butted in and told me that I should be aware that his attorney was notorious for hiring Private Investigators. He explained to me about opportunity and inclination and then he said if they catch me with another man I will loose the spousal support that I was really going to need until I could get a job that paid what I should be earning with a Masters. I assured him that I hadn't been seeing anyone and he said that opportunity and inclination was as simple as coming outside of an apartment and the guy grabbing your butt. He also said to watch what I said on the phone as for $30 my husband could go to Radio Shack and buy everything needed to tap the phone. Some type of a switch and a voice activated cassette recorder.

Something was going on at work. It was a small company of about 12 people. I had noticed a couple people coming in from time to time and having a closed door meeting with the owner. I didn't know what was going on but I had wondered if he was selling the business or something. Which wouldn't be good for me. One Monday afternoon, I was called into the bosses office, I was expecting the worst when he asked if I lived up the Interstate. I said yes and he asked if I could pick up a pump from a business before work in the morning. I thought it was odd that one of the drivers couldn't pick it up. Funny, as it turned out, the men that would come in from time to time were Private Investigators and they were there to make a case against the delivery drivers who had been taking long lunches while they were drinking and having a good time at the pool hall. Anyway, I later found out that it was cheaper to get the goods on them first, then fire them.

I dropped my daughter off at daycare and drove straight to the business to pick up the pump. I was early and plopped myself down in the waiting room and started reading magazines. Eventually I was told that there was a problem with the pump as an O ring I think wasn't seated correctly and it was going to be a while later. The girl at the window said there was an interesting grocery store down a few blocks if I wanted to waste time. I had heard the advertisements for it on the radio and figured it would be better than sitting here. I think by that time I had read every magazine they had in the lobby. I walked in and it was just a huge warehouse. Very few shelves, mostly boxes stacked up in the aisles. I didn't make it 50 feet down the aisle when I turned around and went for a cart. When I saw 19 cents for a box of mac and cheese I thought I would at least see what all was here. I had gone down a few aisles when I noticed the meat department and in the window were hundreds of sausages dangling from a rod. There was this one sausage at the bottom that looked just like a dick. I couldn't stop looking at it. As I had said earlier, I was told by the attorney, "no hanky panky" so I had come up with what I liked to call, "Date Night". My ex had our daughter on Wednesday nights and kept her overnight. That was my time to have a glass or two of wine and play with myself. Unfortunately, I had found my dildo on the floor of the living room twice. I figured my daughter had found it on the floor or somewhere in my bedroom and I couldn't take the chance on having someone seeing it when I had company. I ended up throwing it away. Well, when I saw the sausage, I found my new dildo. There were some prepackaged and after grabbing that, I noticed a sign saying wine and beer. I wasn't paying attention and coming around the corner I smacked right into somebodies cart. When I looked up to say, "sorry", I saw it was Steve. Then Barry popped his head from around the corner. I had not seen or heard from them in five years. I told them about the separation and they said Barry's company had moved to Atlanta and Steve had followed. They had dropped some stuff off at Steve's sisters house and they were headed to Charleston for vacation. They said I should come down for a night and all of the sudden in my best Southern Belle voice I asked about their intentions. They had ill intent on their minds and I said I would find a way if I could. I told them about the phone line maybe being tapped and said I would call them from work if I could.

When I got to the office, I was on a mission to find a sitter overnight for Friday. My first target was my boss and his wife. I started out asking if I could get off early Friday. I said I had an opportunity to see some friends at the beach, provided I could find a sitter. I thought I would let them offer to take her, rather than out right asking. They didn't bite and even said they had friends coming in. I wasn't deterred as I had several days to find someone.

When I got home that night all I could think about was getting to the beach and then I remembered the "sausage". It wasn't "date night" but I didn't care and once the munchkin was in bed I had a glass of wine and took both sausages to the bedroom.

The next day I was trying to contact anyone that I thought might take an overnight guest. It would have been easier if I could have given someone a few weeks notice. While it being Wednesday and my usual "date night", I had my fill the night before of the sausages and decided that I needed to get out. I hate shopping but decided to go to the mall to look for something beachy just in case I could find a sitter. I ended up stumbling into a sorority sister from college. The odds of running into her were a million to one. We both had moved 3000 miles away from California. She said that she was working for a big pharma company as a sales rep. I had to laugh, as lets just say she dabbled in some free lance pharmaceutical sales in college. She was the sorority house "go to" girl for speed at exam time.  Funny story, I was interviewing for a job position and I was told I would have to take a lie detector before I was hired. I was sweating bullets because I knew they would ask me about illegal drug use. The guy giving the test asked me if I wanted to say anything before the test and I said I did "black beauties" in college. He said, black beauties are caffeine pills and not a problem. I was a nervous wreck for a week before the test. Anyway, she followed me home and we sat around and had a glass or three of wine and I told her the funny story of the lie detector. She said that she had really good speed now and said that we should do just a little. I said OK and she took a pill container out and separated a pill in two and she snorted it right out of the pill. I said that I would just swallow mine and she said it would take a long time to get in my system and that I would be up all night. I ended up snorting mine also. In no time we were giggling and laughing and we both didn't shut up. Toward the end of the night, knowing that I was trying to get to the coast with some people she asked if I wanted to buy a pill for everyone. I had such a good time that I immediately said "yes". I think it cost me $20 for three.

It was now Thursday and I knew that I had to find someone to watch my daughter today or either I had to take her with me and take a crib with me. I was desperate. By 2 o'clock I knew I would not be able to go and taking her with me wouldn't be good. I was getting ready to call them at the hotel and let them know I couldn't make it. Then the girl at the front desk said my husband was calling and he told me that his uncle had died and asked if I would mind if he took our daughter as there was going to be a lot of family there.  Of course I said yes. However, I knew that somehow he had found out I was trying to go out of town and he was giving me the opportunity to hang myself. I tried to sound sincere about giving everyone my best and even asked where and to whom I could send a card. He gave me a name of someone I had never heard of and I had been with him for over five years. Well I knew he must have the private investigator on high alert. I had been an angel for over 7 months so I'm sure they were betting everything on catching me during this trip. I was told by several people that he wouldn't be able to tap my work phone, so someone that I asked to babysit overnight must have told someone that I was going to the beach overnight.

I decided to call his mother and give my condolences on their families loss. I was expecting her to say, "what loss". She thanked me and gave me the address to send a card. The "Uncle" turned out to be an old family friend and not family, that was why I had never heard of him. I went from shock to panic mode. I had laundry to do, tell the boss I need off early, go back to the mall and buy the sundress, and the white shoes that matches perfectly. Pack the sippy cup, bag cheerios, diapers, etc.  I was still a little concerned about the private investigators. I was absolutely sure that I did not tell anyone that I asked to babysit where I was going, I only said the beach. So no one knew what hotel or where. When I went in to tell the bosses wife that I did need off early I asked if she could get me a pass to go through her neighborhood on the way out of town. She lived in a gated community with security and if you didn't have a sticker or were not on the guest list, you didn't get in. That meant private investigators also. I had been to her house several times and she used to use a little known exit through the golf course maintenance lot. It was a way for the large equipment to get in for deliveries like sand and mulch. There was only one way in to the neighborhood, so if I was being followed, they were not getting in and I could go out the golf exit and they would never know. She called the guard house while I was there and gave them my tag number and name.

I was rushing around all night, I did go back to the mall and buy my dress and shoes. That through me back an hour. I was doing laundry, packing clothes, putting lights and the TV on timers so it would look like I was there. Packed my wig as a disguise. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. I had gas to get the next day, I needed to go to the bank so I could get cash. I didn't want to leave a paper trail with credit cards, I think I thought of everything, with the exception of clean under ware. I'll get to that.

I dropped my daughter off with all of her bags to daycare. Time dragged by the entire day. All I could think about was getting on the road. I had asked to get off by 3:00. For some reason right before I was closing down for the day, I started getting very paranoid about the container of pills I had bought a couple nights earlier. All I needed was a traffic stop and they find the pills and haul me off to jail. I know I was over reacting, but the thoughts got the best of me and I found myself going to the car to get the pills. I figured I would put them in my desk somewhere. As I was coming back in from the car, the boss sees me and calls me into his office. It never fails, I could not see him for days, but the one day I have an errand to run at lunch is the day he needs me. I don't know if his wife had told him about me taking off early. 15 minutes goes by, then 20, then ...his wife comes in and I give her the " Oh please help me look ". I went to my office, made sure everything was off, then flew out to the car.

I kept an eye in the rear view mirror the entire way to her neighborhood. I didn't notice any one and I went through the security guard house in no time. I headed straight for the exit at the golf course maintenance area. This was the place where all of the big trucks of sand, mulch, and the like came in for the greens keeper. I turned onto the road and there was never a car in back of me. I turned on the Interstate and I knew I was home free. An hour later I hit traffic, if my boss wouldn't had seen me, I probably would have sailed through that town. Anyway, I guess I went 20 miles in a little under and hour. From then on I was pretty lucky. I hit a little road construction in Charleston and when I called out to the cop directing traffic to ask for directions, he let me turn across traffic and told me how to get to the hotel. Luck was with me ! For all of the hassle of the trip, I was only about 10 minutes late. They were in the lobby waiting for me and they came over and gave me a hug. I explained to them once again about the opportunity and inclination thing. They said there was a place right down the road to get something to eat and drink. A little over ten minutes and we were walking through the door. There was a musician setting up and we scored the last booth.

We ordered a drink and chatted for a while. There was a lot going on with them. They were trying to buy a house, Steve had gotten a better job and no longer was working the nights in the restaurant. We all ordered dinner and I figured I needed to wash up and use the restroom. Going into the stall I brushed up against the door and noticed something was in my jacket pocket. It was the pill container that I was going to hide in my desk. After getting cornered by my boss I completely forgot about it as I rushed out of the office. I liked the "pick me up" it gave me a couple nights before and decided to do one of the pills.  30 minutes later I was feeling nothing and I thought that maybe the drinks and the speed were cancelling each other out.  I'll get right to the point, by my third time in the restroom I had done all three of the pills and was still feeling nothing. The thing is, I wasn't drunk in the least and figured that they must be reacting with each other. They started talking about another place they wanted to try and I was game. They wanted to go by the room and I wanted to get my backpack out of my car for the morning. We walked down the street and half way across the road, we noticed a car coming and we all ran to the other side. As soon as I hit the curb the pills hit me like a freight train. My body felt like jello and I was really in La La land.  I tried to hide my condition as best I could and think I pulled it off.

We got up to the room and Barry opened the door and me and Steve followed. Barry stopped in the middle of the hall and I heard Steve lock the door. All I remember saying was "uh oh" and I put one hand in front of me and one behind grabbing their crotches. Half a minute later they are ready to strip me down and fuck me. They were trying to pull my shirt and jacket off and I was not going to let them rush me to the bed and be asleep in 10 minutes. I had driven too far and had put much to much on the line for that to happen. I got down on my knees and continued to stroke them and lightly lick them. I had never been that horny in my life and without a doubt it was because of what was in those pills.

My guess is that it was cocaine, but I have heard it might have been MDA ?The whole time I was trying to keep them from pulling my clothes off, they were eagerly pulling off their own clothes. I guess I had rubbed and nibbled on them for a little over five minutes when they pulled me up to take my clothes off. Long story short, we spent 30 minutes on the floor in probably every conceivable position. Switching positions was all of my doing. If I thought either one of them was getting close to cuming I changed positions. After the floor we moved to the sofa, then the desk which was right in back of it. We did it there for a long time also. Then it got interesting. I had moved off of the desk as it was hurting my hip and moved back to the sofa and had one leg on the arm and the other on the ear of the cushion that goes around the arm. Steve was doing me from behind and I was really off center and had a difficult time keeping stable. Barry was at a loss on how he could get into the mix and he finally got on the sofa and had his head on the sofa arm and began licking me. He kind of put himself into a 69 position with me. Then he began licking the both of us. It wasn't so much of the physical pleasure that was getting to me, but rather the sounds of him licking us. It made me soaking wet, which only made the sounds "slurpier" and shortly after I came hard and long and just collapsed on Barry. I was exhausted and when Barry wiggled out from underneath of me. Steve grabbed me by the legs and Barry by my arms and carried me over and plopped me on the bed. I just laid there motionless and let them take me from both ends. I was so high I started to hallucinate and it felt like my consciousness was not confined to my head but was the size of a beach ball and there were these little yellow lights floating all around and then disappearing. Actually, it was like I was in a big snow globe.I was so in tune with what they were doing to me it was indescribable. I knew they were both about to cum inside of me. One of them came in my pussy and shortly after the other pulled out of my mouth and was about to cum on my face. I have like 2 big "No-no's". No anal and do not cum on my face. There was no way to stop the cumming on my face. I was so exhausted I couldn't even let him know that I didn't like that, I just laid there motionless huffing and puffing while cum was dripping down my face and out the other end. 

They both got in bed and I continued to stay where I was. I tried to sleep in the bed and crawled up in between them. A king bed is not meant for three people and I made my way to the sofa with the bedspread that was earlier��pulled off of the bed.

THE NEXT MORNING

I was so wound up that I do not think I fell asleep till after 3:00am. Four hours later I am awaken by the drapes being opened and someone sitting and reading the newspaper at the desk right behind where I was trying to sleep. It was Barry and it was like he was purposefully being noisy. I pulled the spread over my head and a few minutes later I hear him say something like "damn" or something and then get up and walk out the door. There was something about the way he said "damn" that wasn't quite right. He was talking the night before about going to the farmers market and when he went to the bathroom at the bar the night before, Steve and I both asked, "why would he want to go to the Farmers Market" ? He doesn't cook. Then I got a revelation. Barry is very jealous. I thought that he might have intentionally been noisy and then abruptly exit the room so he would think he would be right back. I was interested to see if I might be right and even though I was buck naked I went over to the window and peeked out. Steve got up to use the bathroom and asked what I was doing. I said I was looking to see if Barry was walking to the Farmers Market. He said he probably forgot something and went down in the lobby. He had left the paper wide open on the desk with his coffee, but I felt that was staged.

No sooner had Steve gotten back in bed did I see what I was sure was Barry walking out to the street. I said that I saw him and Steve gets up to peek out the window also. He too was buck naked. We were both pretty sure it was him, but being on the third floor and a hundred feet away, there was a chance it wasn't. Steve was wondering why he got the paper and coffee only to immediately leave to the Market. I said I thought he staged it so you wouldn't be tempted to use "that thing" on me and I flicked my hand down toward his dick. I was only making a jester but I accidentally hit him on his penis. It startled me and I looked down only to see him standing there with a hard on. He had just come out of the bathroom to pee and he was hard as a rock. We saw Barry start to cross the street and I asked Steve why he had a hard on after he peed and with 2 fingers I reached down and pinched his dick. At that exact moment, we saw Barry stop and start to walk back toward the hotel. Then he stopped and turned around like he couldn't decide if he should go or not. He started walking back across the street and I grabbed Steve's dick again and I'll be damn if Barry didn't stop again and start to walk back to the hotel. Steve and I were laughing our asses off by this time saying he must have ESP and he knows I'm touching Steve. Once again he turns around and this time makes it all of the way across the street and continues walking away. I looked at Steve and reached out again to his dick, but this time I didn't swat him or pinch him. I rubbed him back and forth a couple times and then went over and laid on the bed. He came over and said if we are going to do this, it has to be quick. I agreed a hundred percent and I bet we were through in a minute.

I was only planning on writing about 3 events that I had with "the boys". As I was writing this one it brought back a lot of memories and I decided to write about one more. It was very amusing to say the least and the only reason I had thought about it was because later in this day in Charleston they had given me a nickname that kind of stuck. Then a few years later, I was frequently known by another nickname, which they also would use as a verb.