#meanwhile blue: Of course i think he is gorgeous? And amazing? and so talented. and he is just so kind and have i said gorgeous?

[ancha-aus]

Omg yes More lore!!

OKAY! I love the masks?! That is amazing?!

I love that they went for Owl for Nightmare and the idea that the mask was purposely designed with having in mind that Nightmare was not suposed to grow up?

That is just an extra kick.

But also that it was designed to be sweet and shy and innocent. To be small and to be seen as approchable. Really sells the fact that the twins were raised with very specific goals in mind.

I just imagine the twins getting the mask and at first both likign Nightmare's more because it is cute and looks nice!

But then later. When growing up and in their teens years both liking Dream's more.

Dream would over time see what his mash symbolises and be so proud of it. Like yes. He will be strong and is determined to be the bes tleader. (maybe phoenix after all? Mostly because of the whole rising from the ashes kinda deal? And the ritual was meant to have a death happen. It was kind alike Dream would be reborn by the death of his brother.)

And can also imagine that over time Nightmare would look at his own mask. and only see the reminder of all he lost.

Also yes. All the guys get cat like masks :D Nightmare just likes them and is proud to give them.

I lvoe that Ccino got his so early. The trust in it. and Ccino would know how special it is and how RARE it is for non-royal people to have these type of things. Meanwhile nightmare just wasn't sure how else to show how much he appreciates Ccino.

And his knights!! He knights get their masks once they proof they are loyal. (cross gets his when he stays. when he remains even when nightmare is a teen again. when he proves he isn't going to run and is loyal.)

Okay. but also?! The knights? Having these masks? I assume they would wear the masks on missions.

You just know that Dream would see those masks and know exactly where those came from. WOuld drema be angry that a well loved practise from their family is used like this? That ngihtmare dares to just give these murderers these masks?! That dream can't believe nightmare would do this. give them the same level of love and respect they used to only have for one another? (would it just be another building block in his mind that nightmare isn't fully nightmare? that something else MUST be going on?) ((I just get the feeling that dream is hardcore in denial))

You can go even more symbolic. Like. Ngihtmare could have been wearing his mask when he ran out to defend killer when drema invaded the castle. Maybe a warning shot of Dream's bow and arrow (dream didn't actually aim to hit nightmare) happens to scratch the mask. Maybe enough to make it come undone as well. So the mask falls, a tiny bit damaged now. and Dream just sees his brother.

something something even more about metaphors of how Nightmare was hiding behind his mask in public and how he only showed himself to those he trusted and that Drema used to be included in that group but now that Nightmare went to meet him with a mask on because he can't trust Dream anymore. And something about dream forcing the other to show himself and being able to still see nightmare...

I don't know i was going somewhere with that but i lost my track of mind.

On that note.

ERROR!! :D Error doesn't know what the deal is with the masks!! that is so funny! He just thinks it is a job thing and figures because he is a wizard he doesn't need one.

then nightmare is too shy to just give a mask. maybe he has like multiple made for error and can't decide which one is the best. maybe he had one designed and made and is just unsure how to give it TO error.

Nightmare could be talking aorund it how like. the masks mean you are important and trusted and stuff. THat you are special... and error just nods and thinks he gets it but he thinks it is more of a special/important to the job kinda deal. nightamre means perosnally for him/for the one who gets it made.

Nightmare would eventually gift error the mask of course. and error is probably holding the mask and studying it in awe when maybe ccino walks in and smiles like "I see he got over his nerves and finally gave you a mask."

Error: ... huh? Why would he be nervous?

Ccino laughs: Even if you two are close and both care it is still nerve wrecking to show how much someone means to you. The mask is very special for a reason. You only give that to those closest to you in your soul.

error proceeds to crash because you are saying it means WHAT?!

ccino is the best wingman and he knows it.

Mm, New Age au my beloved (I just knocked out like... a lot of stuff I needed to do, so here's a quick post before I get back to it) oh! And @ancha-aus hiiiii :]

I know I focus a lot on Night but like... Dream! Dream is a huge part of the story!! So here's a tease at wtf has been up with Dream since Night ate the apple.

So... Dream! He was exiled, but he wasn't left on his lonesome. Nightmare contacted a neighboring kingdom that they already had a treaty with, and asked for them to watch over the crown prince, as he was no longer "fit to rule". They'd accepted, and Night shipped him off at the earliest convenience.

Of course, Dream had no clue it was for his own good, so naturally, after lamenting to this other kingdom about what had happened, how everything changed, he garnered pity, and then support, when Nightmare confirmed Dream's story through letters. Though, the kingdom couldn't afford a war, so they just had to stand idly by.

Dream only stayed there a few years, because by the time he was about 17, he'd become good friends with a squire: Blue. Blue worked around the castle, doing all sorts of tasks for the knight training him, but despite his exceptional skill he remained at the level of Squire due to his age. Blue was very devoted to Dream as his friend and self-proclaimed protector. He looked up to Dream, and was positive he would defeat his brother and take back the throne.

And so, when Dream left on his own to gather experience and followers without endangering this kingdom, Blue followed. Blue was never officially Knighted, but their first night in an Inn, alone on the road, start of their journey, Dream honorarily knighted Blue with his power as a prince. (That's why I refer to Blue as a Knight, even tho no one ever *actually* knighted him and he has no affiliations with any kingdoms.)

Dream was picky with who he recruited and when. He and Blue found a nice little abandoned cottage to start their base of operations, and would travel to recruit people they thought would be of value. Dream wasn't versed in espionage or inner-working over the government, but he knew how to talk to crowds. Sway the people. Plus, feeling emotions helped out too. (I like to think that's something the twins have naturally. Dream's grows with Age, and Night (due to lack of training) only has it when he's corrupted and very little hints when he's young.) So over the course of years, Dream gains more and more support. Like a militia among the neighboring countries as well as in Night's kingdom.

Ink and Cross came together. Ink had been looking for a new job, as he was a mercenary (though his talent was really in the arts) and Cross was a soldier who had left the kingdom a few rivers over that crumbled under a coup. Ink liked Dream's energy right from the start and was completely swayed with the idea of getting a lot of easy work for pay. Meanwhile Cross needed a new hope. Despite leaving a crumbling castle with no hope, Dream seemed to be working towards a better future in this kingdom. Of course he joined him, because that meant he'd live to see an era of peace. (<- of course, Cross finds out this kingdom is actually banger and the current king was slowly working through improving each piece of it, ensuring the whole kingdom could thrive one piece at a time.)

Dream never stopped training, and over the years he lost track of just how different Night was. He lost the script, a bit. His childish mind turning Night's actions all those years ago into a conspiracy. He had an echo-chamber of support, with no outside voice (no Nightmare) to remind him of the truth.

This cottage remains their base, and expands into a small town/camp. Nightmare is taken here when Dream kidnaps him from the castle the first time, too. This place is filled with plants and magic and is thriving. The perfect place to find the golden king.

[notyourdayrdream]

Summer’s Almost Over (So Come Spend it with Me)

Day Thirteen, Side A: Wry

(read it here on AO3)

A/N: this is the second part to yesterday’s chapter, so it would make more sense if you read that one first!

Blaine was getting the feeling Kurt wouldn’t call.

The hours ticked by; eight, nine, ten, eleven. He did everything to distract himself, from looking through his song journal to facetiming Leslie and wishing her grandmother a happy birthday in person. He showered and was about to tuck his knees under himself and accept his fate when his phone rang. It scared the shit out of him.

He scrambled to find it, of course he left it on the kitchen island. He nearly tripped over his feet, and in the whole spectacle he missed the call.

“Shit.” Blaine dialed back almost immediately, pacing back and forth his apartment as he waited for the line to pick up. “Hey, sorry I missed your call, my phone was…Kurt?”

The other end was muffled on the other end, the sound of moving fabric pressed its way into Blaine’s ear. “Yeah?”

“Are you crying?” Blaine asked, pulling on a pair of dark jeans. He always felt so underdressed around Kurt. He grabbed his keys and slipped out of his apartment.

Kurt sniffed. “Yeah. I’m outside the complex. On the steps.” Blaine nodded to himself and took the stairs two at a time.

He was there when Blaine opened the door, slim body leaning against the rusted railing. Blaine had to admit he looked gorgeous; light skinny jeans and a brown bomber jacket. But he didn’t give himself too long to indulge when Kurt turned around and his eyes were puffy.

“Hey,” he said, eyes a mix of surprise and relief. This was the first time Blaine had ever seen him nervous. “I, um. Hey, Blaine.”

“I’m guessing this meant it went bad?” Blaine asked, mainly to make him smile.

Kurt gave a wry smile, his nose scrunching up. “You could say that.”

“C’mon.” Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt’s and led them down the street. “Let’s go out.” Kurt followed him and they walked in comfortable silence. He wondered if this was what having a boyfriend was like.

It had to be twelve thirty when Blaine opened the creaky doors to a twenty-four hour diner a few blocks away. The linoleum floors were chipped and the neon sign had been broken long before Blaine moved into the neighborhood. It was empty save for an old man, who read a newspaper with a date of 1969.

As he and Kurt slid into opposite ends of a booth with cracked pleather seats, a woman in an off white uniform came up to them with a notepad and pencil.

“Well if it isn’t Blaine Warbler,” she smiled with her eyes instead of her mouth. “And a friend!”

“Hello, Ms. Donna,” Blaine said, blushing from the nickname. “This is Kurt, he’s a friend of mine.” Kurt waved hello and went back to peering at the menu.

“It’s so nice to meet you! You know, Blaine doesn’t ever bring people here with him.”

“Is that so?” Kurt smiles at Donna and then at Blaine, mirth dancing the blue ocean of his eyes.

Blaine blurted, “How’s your granddaughter?” As he moved to kick Kurt under the table. He missed terribly and stubbed his toe on wood.

“She’s just lovely, she misses you.” Donna smiled and placed a hand the color of black coffee atop his. Her touch was warm and papery. “You’ll be back for piano lessons soon, right?”

“Of course! I’m out of school for the summer, so tell Destiny I can’t wait to see her.” He knew the girl had a little crush on him, and he just didn’t have the heart to tell her he liked boys. He thought it was sweet.

She smiled and jerked, as if remembering she was at work. “Now tell me what you two would like,” she said, pulling her short pencil from his wispy gray curls.

They ordered coffee and a water, and Donna winked at Blaine as obviously as possible on her way to the bar. He didn’t know how much more red his face could get.

“She’s nice,” Kurt said, taking his coffee with a ‘thank you’ after Donna placed their drinks on the table. “I didn’t know you played piano.”

Blaine shook two sugar packets, enough to make his drink just sweet enough. Kurt, on the other hand, poured at least for packaged creamers into his, until the drink was the color of caramel. “Yeah, it’s the first instrument I learned to play.” The only one his dad said was acceptable for an Anderson to learn. It was classy and gave you the right kind of character. Blaine still didn’t know if he played it out of spite or not.

Kurt’s eyes went wide. “First? You can play more?”

Blaine went over the list in his head. Once he learned piano and violin, the other ones fell into place. But he didn’t want to brag, so he just said, “Just a few more.” And kept the brag humble.

He tried to move on and get the subject off him.

“So how was your date?”

To his horror, Kurt’s nose scrunched up like he was trying not to cry. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment and then back down, his eyes glassy when he did. “Could we not talk about that right now?”

Blaine’s eyebrows knitted together. He reached out for Kurt’s hand. “Yeah, of course.” Even if he wanted to know who hurt him so badly, he didn’t want to pry.

Kurt’s lips turned up; a half smile, half gratitude. He blew his nose on a scratchy napkin. After a moment, he smirked and said, “So, I’m the first person you’ve brought here?”

Blaine felt the blood rush to his face. Something about being with Kurt made that happen more frequently. “Shut up,” he said in feigned indignation, more embarrassed than anything. Kurt laughed, deep and unabashed and absolutely gorgeous. Blaine couldn’t help but laugh too.

Blaine also couldn’t help but think of it as a coincidence when the older man slid fifty cents into the crackling jukebox to play “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” by Frankie Valli, and they way Kurt’s eyes traced the outline of his lips when he thought he wasn’t looking.

The sky was dark blue and stormy by the time they exited the diner. It wasn’t close at all to sunrise, but Blaine liked to imagine the sun peeking out from the horizon.

Kurt tapped his shoulder and handed him an earbud. He looked happier now, his date hopefully forgotten. Blaine popped the earbud in and relaxed his shoulders when the soft melody of a Motown flooded his senses.

“So what’re your plans now that you’ve graduated?” Blaine asked. It was a silly question, sort of like something a parent would ask. But it had occurred to him he didn’t actually know Kurt too well.

Kurt sighed. “I actually don’t know anymore.” He jogged to make the pedestrian cross signal countdown. He grabbed Blaine’s wrist to pull him forward, who was mercilessly dragged behind. Stupid short legs.

He continued once they made it to the other side of the street. He hadn’t let go of Blaine’s wrist, and it occurred to him that he didn’t want him to. “My friend, Rachel, she’s on her Broadway run as Fanny Brice,” he smiled fondly, as if remembering a distant memory. “She’s brilliant. Meanwhile I’m playing Peter Pan and Prince Eric at preschools and nursing homes.”

“I just don’t know if this thing I put my whole life into is something I want anymore.” Blaine had noticed that Kurt had this amazing talent of not sounding bitter or jealous, even when he had every right to be. “Do you ever feel like that?”

He thought about it for a moment while the song ended. “All the time,” Blaine admitted for the first time out loud. “I’m good at singing and acting, I always have been. I was in show choir because it was safe. Now it just feels stagnant.” He had been doing the same thing since high school. Singing, dancing around a stage, being one of the few gay men in his classes able to play ‘manly’ roles. Because he could hide. Blaine was so tired of hiding.

“What if I want to be a teacher, or a doctor or something?” He exclaimed. It was an exaggeration, but still. He wasn’t only a theatre nerd. He didn’t have to only be that.

Kurt laughed. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. A New York Never, but there was nobody on the quiet suburban streets anyway. He turned so they were facing each other, and once again his face was filled with this anxiety Blaine couldn’t pinpoint. “You’re full of surprises, Blaine Warbler.” Blaine met his eyes, and instead of backing away, he stared right back. “You’re a wonder.”

They walked the rest of the way home in silence, hands swinging slightly between them.

“I had a lot of fun,” Kurt said, wrapping his earbud wires around his phone. He and Blaine stood on opposite ends of the door to their complex. “Thanks for getting me out of my funk.”

“It was my pleasure,” Blaine offered lamely. His pleasure? What was he, an eighteenth century gentleman? “I mean, it was no big deal. I’ll see you later, okay?” He held back a yawn and opened the door to the dark foyer.

“Wait!” Kurt cried, a lot too loud for the two of them. He was rocking on his heels. He was nervous?

“I um, liked doing this with you, and I was wondering…God, why is this so hard?” He cut himself off abruptly. It was sort of freaking Blaine out to see him like that, but he was more confused than anything.

“Kurt—”

“Would you like to go out again sometime?” He blurted, eyes screwed shut. “At a place a bit fancier than a diner?”

Oh.

“Yes, Blaine breathed out way too quickly. “I mean, if you’d want to.”

“Really?” Kurt asked, as if there was a possibility he’d say no. His eyes lit up. “That’s cool. I’ll text you or something.” He tried to cover up his excitement by biting his lip, to no avail.

“Yeah, yeah,” Blaine nodded until he gave himself whiplash. “Well, goodnight.” He moved to shut the door. Oh the embarrassing celebration dance he was going to do when he got upstairs.

“Blaine?” Kurt called out again, a chuckle at the edge of his words. “Could you hold the door?” He pointed, and of course. Only Blaine would be living in the same complex as his crush.

[mc-lukanette]

Mininette Quintet - Part 2 of 6

[Part 1]

(AO3) (FF.NET)

Coccaerus stopped, looking around to ensure that there was absolutely no one nearby, then dropped safely into an alley. His earrings gave another beep, but he ignored it again in favor of focusing on what mattered to him most.

"Are you okay?" he asked, keeping his head staring straight ahead. "The ride wasn't too rough, was it?"

"No," came the five voices. They weren't lying to him - he could tell by their tone - but songs could use multiple instruments to convey different feelings, and he heard each one.

"You didn't know it'd work like real lightning would," he said sympathetically. "I wasn't expecting it either. Your weapon just wasn't as ready to deal with it as mine."

When he got silence in response, he continued, "We'll just get recharged. We can go back and fight again."

"What?!" all five shouted in unison. There were hushed whispers among them before one spoke up, "But, Cae, I'm - we're - in pieces. We can't fight. You'd be better off by yourself."

Maybe he would, he supposed. Fights could be unpredictable, and in a hypothetical situation, maybe only one of them would be more efficient than having a duo involved. Even on that streetlight, only one of them could've fought against Dividend; two would've been a hassle to balance.

"I don't want to fight without you," Coccaerus replied. "If you have to ride me until we get a chance to use your Cataclysm, then I'll be happy to let you do it. You're brave and smart, Vanta; I'm sure your size won't make a difference with how much help you can be."

Silence followed once again, but he felt like it was good type of silence this time; the kind of silence that Vantacat would give him before offering a surprised yet grateful smile that made him wonder what kind of lacking support she had in her civilian life that made her so happy over such a small thing.

As always, he tried not to think about it, but this time, he supposed it was about to become his business.

Getting down on his knees, he slowly took off the Lucky Charm backpack, careful not to jostle around the civilian Vantacat inside. Placing it gingerly on the ground, he mentally braced himself before explaining, "I can take you in my hood to my house. We might be able to get something for your kwami there."

"Ugh, yes, finally!" male voices echoed from the backpack. "We're starving!"

A cat kwami poked his head out, followed by another and another until there were five in total. Even though they'd split into five, they were still the same size as a standard kwami.

They all flew out, hovering nearby as they stared down at the backpack, likely expecting their holder to come out.

One of the Vantacat said worriedly, "Cae... our identities. You're okay with this?"

He nodded even though she couldn't see. "We'll work through it." He paused, debating if that would be convincing on his own, then added, "And... I've always wanted to know."

It wasn't an easy thing to admit, but he was an honest person. Vantacat had always been such a wonderful presence in his life, only matched by one other, and he'd be lying if he said that he hadn't involuntarily imagined what she was like under the mask from time to time.

She was amazing. That's all he was sure about. His senses didn't lie.

Extending his hand out to right outside the backpack's opening, he said patiently. "You can do it one at a time if it's easier. I'm about to de-transform soon though."

He could almost feel their internal struggle. It was either "reveal themselves voluntarily" or "wait a few seconds and the backpack would disappear along with his transformation."

Finally, he felt a pair of tiny hands grab his fingers. He couldn't resist a smile, anticipation filling his core as he gently pulled his hand back, helping Vantacat's civilian form up onto the top of the backpack.

The second her blue eyes came into view, his breath caught in his throat.

Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the amazingly talented girl who he adored oh so much. She wasn't competing for his affections with Vantacat; she was Vantacat.

The rambling. The soft gaze. The eye for detail. Two melodies that he adored meshed together into one beautiful person.

His love compounded into one gorgeous mess, and by the time one of the Marinette let out a soft, "Cae?", he realized how long he'd been blindly helping them get down on the ground while in a complete love-struck daze.

He chuckled, putting a hand to his mouth as he collected himself. "Sorry. Just... of course it's you."

They all gaped at him, clearly wondering if they knew him in civilian form. He just smiled, closed his eyes, and let his earrings beep one last time as a light engulfed him and the nearby Lucky Charm. He felt his transformation fade away, Tikki flying off from him, and a collection of muffled gasps quickly followed.

Luka opened his eyes back up and looked down, taking in the wide eyes of the five Marinette in front of him, their hands clamped over their mouths.

Slowly, their hands lowered, and they all let out a soft, "Of course it's you," looking unaware that they'd just echoed him.

One of them looked around at the others, then blushed and added, "I-I mean, who else could it have been...?"

Luka easily ignored the teasing-and-simultaneously-disgusted comments from the five Plagg. He just couldn't stop smiling, both because she was cute and because he was thrilled that the loves of his life were the same person. Not helping him mellow out was the fact that each Marinette had apparently chosen to wear their jacket differently, making them more easily distinguishable from each other.

One wore it normally, one had it tied around their waist, one had tied it around their neck like a makeshift cape, one had folded it and tied it around their forehead like a bandana, and the last one was simply holding the jacket in her arms, seeming intent on discarding it.

Smart girls. He'd expect nothing less.

Luka lowered his hand, casting a single gaze over to his hood. The five Marinette immediately got back into gear, climbing onto his hand one at a time while he individually lifted them to his shoulder so that they could promptly drop into his hood.

As the one carrying her jacket stepped on to be lifted, he offered his other hand, asking, "May I?"

She blinked up at him, then down at her jacket. "...O-oh! Thank you!"

She passed him her jacket, which looked adorably small in his hand. As he lifted her up, she dropped down into his hood as well, all five Marinette feeling like a comforting weight in there.

He stored the tiny jacket safely in his jacket pocket. Tikki, meanwhile, flew in front of Luka's face, looking uncertain. "Are you sure about this?"

Before Luka could answer, the five Plagg cut in with a, "You worry too much, sugarcube!"

Tikki made a face. "I can't believe there are five of them now," she said with a groan.

Luka grinned in amusement as all the kwami flew to him to hide in his jacket. Glancing over his shoulder, he asked quietly, "Are you alright in there, Marinette?"

"Mhm!" came an almost excited reply. One Marinette then commented, "Wow, I always wondered if your hoodie was soft, and it really is!"

Of course, the other four Marinette immediately chimed in, now needing to feel it themselves. He briefly felt rustling against his back.

Luka covered his mouth to stifle laughter, then walked towards the light leading out of the alleyway. He peeked out, ensuring that Dividend wasn't nearby, then stepped onto the sidewalk as casually as possible before cautiously heading in the direction of the Liberty.

[Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

[ironwoman18]

Disclaimer: I don't own any Criminal Minds character, I just use for entertainment and to kill boredom.

Paring: Garvez

Characters: Luke Alvez - Penelope Garcia.

Our most wanted date

Luke was nervous, he wanted to impress Penelope so he picked a nice restaurant and he will pick her up.

He spent some minutes checking ties to wear. Roxy barked at him like saying 'dude those aren't your style' so after some more minutes he stopped to look for one and decided to not wear any, as usual.

"Ok ok I understand Roxy... no ties" he looked at his dog sat on the floor after she stopped barking "now how do I look?" She waved her tail and bark softly "thank you girl" he smiled and head to his kitchen filled her bowl with her new diet and water. He rubbed her head and whispered "I hope she likes me outside of that office" he looked at Roxy and she barked "maybe you are right... maybe I'm overthinking but I really like her and I'm nervous"

In Penelope's apartment the situation was alike, she was nervous and wanting to impress the hot latino. She always had a crush on him, not like she will admit it in public, she had a reputation but Sergio and her icecream bowls knew her secret.

She was looking for the perfect dress to wear. She wanted to beat, some how, Lisa in his memory.

"So Sergio, what do you think?" Asked Penelope to her black cat. The animal looked at her and he looked back, he moved his head to her they he meow at her and then jumped on one of the other dresses she had on the bed "Sergio... you are a genius like your owner. That's perfect!" She changed into the one her cat suggested. It was an orange dress with some flowers around the waist as a belt.

"I'm nervous my little furry friend" he rubbed on her arm as she sat on the bed "you are my favorite man Serg... but I want to impress him" she rubbed his head as he purred next to her "you are right, I'm a natural force and I can do it" then she stood up and went to apply her makeup and do her hair.

An hour later Luke drove to her apartment and let her know he will be there soon. On his way there he brought some flowers for her and arrived to her place.

He rang the bell and let her know he was there. He waited some minutes until she walked out the elevator, she was stunning in her orange dress and high heel shoes, her makeup impeccably as usual and her energy was palpable.

She liked his dressing code. He looked sexy and relaxed. He had a dark blue dressing shirt and black jeans, his black hair combed as usual and he had flowers in his hands with a big smile.

"Wow! You look stunning" he pointed out at her "I brought them for you"

She held then and smiled "thank you, you look very handsome" she looked at him "and these are gorgeous"

"I'm glad you liked them" he smiled "I don't know if you want to take them back to your apartment. I will wait here if you want"

"No it's ok, come over" she lead him to her apartment and walked in. He met Sergio and the cat rubbed on his leg and meow at him. She looked at them and smiled. It looked like her cat approved him "ok Sergio let him go. We are leaving" the cat obey her and walked back to his favorite couch.

She walked towards him and wrapped her arm around his and let him led her back to his car.

"I made reservations to a Cuban restaurant, they have great food you will love" he smiled as they reached his car.

"Sounds awesome" she smiled as he opened the door for her then he closed the door and headed to the driver side getting in "I love Latin food" she smiled as he turned on the car and drove.

"How is the BAU?" He asked looking at him.

"Great, Ashley is an amazing talented woman and she is helping us, of course we miss you but she is doing a great job"

"I'm glad and I picked her because she gave me good vibes" she smiled at him "her record was outstanding"

"Yeah well I know her and I picked her because of that too" he drives more "and how is your job?"

"Amazing!! I'm helping with a problem to find homeless animals and place them in good shelters to be adopted"

"Awesome, I love that and if they need help in an adoption event I will be there helping" she smiled and they arrived to the restaurant.

He took her in the restaurant and talked to the reservation area "a reservation for Luke Alvez" the man there nodded and checked their system. Then a waiter led them to a table.

He handed them the menu "any alcoholic beverages?"

"Two mojitos please" said Luke looking at him then at her "you will love them" she nodded and the waiter took notes and let them.

After some minutes of reading the menu he ordered a Ropa vieja and she ordered Cocido de garbanzos - chickpea stew.

He also ordered some empanadas for her to try. He ordered them vegetarian for her and the man left with their order.

"So what did you do before you worked for the FBI?" He asked as he drank a sip of water.

She told him about her life as a hacker, about her jerk ex boyfriend and everything she did before. While she was talking their drinks arrived and they decided to toast "for my most wanted date" he said.

She looked at him and smiled with a little blush on her cheek "for OUR most wanted date" they clinked their glasses and smiled.

The rest of the date had them talking and flirting. They asked more things about their past before they met at the BAU.

At the end they shared a Flan - a pie or tart, and then he invited her to dance. They had a great night and at the end he took her back home.

She kissed his cheek at the door frame of her building "thank you for this amazing night Luke" she smiled.

"No thank you for accepting. I hope we can do this again"

"Señor Alvez... are you asking me out again?" She said half flirting half surprised.

"Yes Señorita Garcia" he laughed.

She bit her lip and nodded "I would love to" then she walked in her building looking as he walked to his car. Then she went up to her apartment and texted quickly "Avengers Assembly" to her BAU female friends.

They all texted asking how it was and got excited about their friend.

Meanwhile Luke drove home and when he arrived there was Roxy waiting for him. She barked at him "she loved the restaurant and we dance and drank some mojitos" the dog waved her tail "I think we have a future together and I know you love her so my two special girls can have fun" he laughed and lays on his bed.

OOooOOooOO

I wanted to do this for a long time. And now it finally see the light. I hope you liked it, comment and tell me if you liked it. I may do a fic with double dates like Garvez- Maxcer, Garvez- Prendoza, Garvez- Jeill... etc.

Thank you for reading!!

[puppy096]

Voltron/Ladybug Au

Still don’t have a title for this yet if anyone has any suggestions I’m up for ‘em 

Anywas~I’m here with Chapter two for you guys it does slightly hint at Shallura in this chapter 

Sorry it took me a while I was trying to find the right way to end it and I was on the edge since it seemed kinda rushed to me but many of my friends assured me it was fine~So uhh here ya go~

CHAPTER 2

Keith had headed home as soon as the bell had rung. He was trudging along before some kid ran passed him and knocked his back away,strewing a few of his papers and a strange box, “hunh…when did that get in there?” he bent down to pick it up and as he opened it up a black ring glowed with a green paw print but before it got too bright Keith slammed it shut and shoved it into his bag before anyone could see it. He glanced to each side, making sure now one was watching or had noticed the cat as well. Once he was sure he wouldn’t be followed he made a b-line to Shiro’s and his shared apartment. As soon as he opened the door He was met with a hug from a tall slender women, “Uggh….good afternoon Allura…” he groaned trying to separate himself from her arms. “Good afternoon Keith. Shiro was just talking about how you finally decided to try out school again, How was it??” She incited as she tightened her grip which keith responded with a groan and more tugging away. “Keith you know she won’t let go until you answer.” Shiro called from the kitchen , Oh no is he trying to cook again?? Keith deliberated as he remembered the last few disasters. “I’ll answer if she’s the one cooking tonight!” he shouted back which brought a chuckle out of Allura and a mock gasp from Shiro. “Are you insulting my cooking skills?” prattled. “I would but you lack any.” Keith retorted which gained him release form Allura’s grasp as she backed away while trying to contain her laughter. Shiro stared at her with his mouth a gape. “Do you think so too??” he inquired to which was only answered by muffled laughs and snickers. Keith took this as a chance to bolt to his room, he needed to figure out where this ring came from. “Maybe Shiro had hidden it in my bag as a good luck charm?”  He muttered as he let his mind wander, pulling the box out and opening it once more. It glowed it ominous green once more. He carefully slipped it onto his ring finger a black cat popped up and floated up to his face. He controlled his startled yelp to more of murmur,almost falling back onto the bed in the process. “Well that’s one way to greet your new partner.” The cat muttered as it floated around him as if it were checking him out. “What do you mean partners?” he questioned as he fixated a glare at the intruder,halfway tempted to take the ring off but he wanted answer. “Your partner in heroism of course!”

Meanwhile back at the school, Tall,thin, gorgeous tan and bright blue eyes to boot? I wonder if he’s secretly a model… These were the thoughts of Lotor as his gaze wandered over to the boy who had defended that pigeon girl. Said boy was currently standing in the middle of the courtyard, school had only gotten out a few moments ago, laughing at something the chunky fellow had said which made Lotor frown slightly. “Sendak.” He hissed elbowing his ‘friend’, “When we get back to my place look up Lance McClain on my daddy’s computer.” His gaze never tore away from the boy’s face it was so flawless, Lotor found himself wondering how he even managed that. Lance’s face seemed to always be in motion whether or not he was talking it fascinated Lotor to no end. It took the feel of an elbow to his stomach to turn him from staring at the tanned angel. “What?!” he almost yelled but contained it in more of a whisper.

“Uhmm��It’s just your ride is here..” His semi companion spoke up as Lotor finally took notice of the car at the front. He sighed,

“Of course it is….” He took one last glance at Lance before heading towards the car,Sendak tailing closely behind.

Lance blinked as he felt like someone was looking straight into his soul. He shook it off and continued talking with Hunk who was apparently his pen pal for over 5 years! It was amazing, well he had hoped he would find him but not so soon! He grinned and laughed as hunk made a side comment. “I’d really like to taste all this skill you have hunk~” Lance grinned as that caused hunk to shut up and go red. He only laughed as Hunk started to stutter, “I meant in the kitchen~” He snickered.  Hunk let out a low chuckle before smiling, “How about tomorrow morning? I can serve you breakfast.” Lance blinked, “Oh uhm…I’m not sure I have some stuff I need to do…” He lied. Hunk didn’t know about his once a week check ups. “Oh uhm. then what about right now? I mean unless you already have plans..” “Plans nah~ Just need to be home before dark.” Lance grinned and pat Hunk’s back. “Alright let’s go~” Hunk grinned and lead him away. Lance smiled as he let his thoughts wander. I wonder what kind of family Hunk has? Probably really talented cooks! Oh! What if he has little brother and sisters he never told me about!! Through paper Hunk had never really talked about his family other than a few mentions of how kind and thoughtful his parents were.  Lance started getting even more excited as they turned a corner. So lost in thought and imagination and almost bumped into someone. Hunk thankfully pulled him out of the way they seemed to be carrying something heavy under a blanket. “Hunh? O-Oh sorry!” he gave them a soft smile, his eyes crinkled a bit as he did. He extended his hands in an offer to help carry the item. The man before seemed to just stare at the offer as the taller one from behind him scoffed and glared. “Sorry??You just about broke something very important!!” the teen seemed to have high pitched shrill to their voice as he shouted. “But he didn’t so it’s okay right?” Hunk tried to mediate as he noticed Lotor wanting to start an argument. Arguments with Lotor usually resulted in the victim paying some sort of compensation for the wasted time. He started trying to pull Lance away but the teen seemed stubborn, “What is it that makes it so important?” That question seemed to shut Lotor up for a mere second. “That’s none of your business! Come one Sendak!!” He shouted and left, trying to give them a cold shoulder. Hunk simply sighed and pat Lance’s shoulder, “Sorry..that’s Lotor …He’s the mayor’s son…” Lance looked at him wide eyed, “The elusive mayor?!” He shrieked suddenly embarrassed at his actions. Hunk  backed away slightly from the loudness. “Ye-Yeah…him uh.. you okay?” Lance had been staring at the ground snapped his head up and stared him like he had just startled him. “I think I might’ve just offended him…” “Lotors offended by everything. So I doubt this was anything big.... Let’s get going I want you to try my cinnamon vanilla cookies~” That seemed to get Lance back into more positive thinking. “Alright!” Lance grinned and started to run, Hunk chuckled and ran after him. “You don’t know where you’re going!!” “Just shout the directions then! I’m leaving you in my dust!” Lance chuckled seeming to go even faster. Hunk chuckled and ran after him. They soon arrived at his house all out of breath. Lance was doing a stupid victory dance. “I win!I win!I win!” He shouted at the top of his lungs over top of Hunk’s laughs. As he unlocked the doors. “Come on you jokester.” Hunk laughs and Lance’s shouting died down as they entered the home. Lance stumbled a bit as they smell of a thousand spices hit his nose. “Wo-oah…!” he stammered as he tried to orientate himself. His sense of smell and sight becoming overwhelmed, the room they had stepped in after the entrance way was a deep almost velvet red with mahogany furniture paired deep brown seating. There were splashes of color mostly muted to fit with the theme. Hunk noticed the change in Lance’s demeanor and lead him to a more calming place. The kitchen was empty and had the faint smell of vanilla and cinnamon. The walls were a nice powder blue while the scattered tiles had white, turquoise and baby blue. The actual appliances where a stainless steel grey and looked top of the line. Lance took in the calming smells of vanilla before opening his eyes to take in the calming color, it reminded him of the ocean or what he’s seen from pictures, he doubted they did it justice. “Just breath okay?” Hunk’s voice was calming. Wait when did I stop breathing? Lance thought as he finally listened to his breathing, it was slightly labored.  He was leaning against hunk heavily as he tried to think about what just happened.