#second only to lance himself ofc

[fire-lizard-ro]

Mini post about Gallagher because @pix3lplays and I were talking about him... Like we always do with these Star Rail men... Man-

We're so Normal about him I swear-

Here's a bunch of ideas and headcanons in no particular order because I cannot scrape together enough sense after seeing that official art of him to make this coherent:

Writing under the cut (dw it's SFW I just started doing this for convenience):

Leaks suggested he had a bunch of scarring on his arms and if you look closely at his hands in the official art, he has some on his hands and juuuust under some of the bandages. Imagine kissing his scars... Auuuu-

I said it before and I'll say it again he's a big ol' puppy. Big scruffy scary dog puppy man. The way he's so attentive with you and concerned for your health, safety, and wellbeing at all times. I actually don't think he'd be the biggest on PDA. However- That doesn't stop what happens when he's protective. You'd be in a crowd and in order to shield you from the hustle and bustle, he'd pull you in close with an arm wrapped around you.

He totally rubs his cheek against yours like a fuckin cat as like an affection thing but also sometimes to mess with you because it's scratchy.

Definitely has a Chair. It's His Chair. By the fireplace. But he, of course, let's you sit in it whenever he isn't sitting there. And if he is? Pats his leg to you can come sit in his lap. You two often take naps there, cuddled up with one another.

Those buttons of his are fighting for their LIVES but you aren't complaining. He jolts a little before smirking at you when you slip a hand between said buttons to feel the exposed skin there as well as plenty of what the shirt does cover.

Pix and I like to think that he's naturally warm. Whether this is because he is a fire pathstrider is up to interpretation.

Also please tell me he's another guy who just straight says run them hands his hands are his weapon-

(I wonder if we're getting a character in HSR who just straight up throws hands like "time for some fisticuffs". Because I didn't even think about it, but Stelle in the new trailer didn't have her bat or lance she was gonna like Stellaron punch someone??? Bro gimme the "run them hands" strat right NOW Hoyo- Going back to Gallagher... Like yeah I wanna watch him straight up punch someone, lolllll- And look at his left glove!!! It has those little metal thingies on the knuckles like come ON-)

Speaking of him being a big ol puppy for you... I should write about him being a cute puppo boy... ANYWAYS-

Pix talked about kissing his scruffy chin and my immediate thought was:

"Leaning up to kiss his chin because of height difference and jwefoi he just thinks it's cute and you see the way his eyes soften weoigj- I feel like he'd lean down for you only to move so he can kiss you properly at the last second. And then he would give you lil eskimo kisses and gently murmur against your lips the softest lil "my wife..." as if it's his favorite thing to say as if it's him reminding himself and being happy about it all over again weoigjwe-"

(Yes that thought was a bit more catered to me as a certified Wife, okay??? Leave me alone- OTL)

ALSO PIX WITH THEIR HUGE WRINKLY BRAIN BROUGHT UP THE IDEA OF DANCING IN THE KITCHEN WITH HIM???

So ofc I had to write a bit about it:

It's late at night and you two just finished dinner together as a sort of stay at home date. You've already cleaned the dishes together and put everything away, relishing silently in the domestic feeling of doing those tasks together.

And then suddenly he's wrapped his arms around you, nose buried in your hair as he kisses your head. Slowly, he turns you around.

One kiss... Two kisses... "Dance with me?" "I don't know how." "I'll teach you."

Tugs you forward so you can stand on his feet as the two of you sway and dance in the kitchen, the only music being the sound of your hearts that now beat in sync.

aaAAAAAAA HELP-

Anyways more about this absolute Husband of a man again at a later time goodbye iewjgo-

[isacksteban]

Babysitting Duty — Lawhan

@ellearts for you ofc!! love you elle baby

Just like every other normal adult with a job on a Friday morning, Liam is at work, looking through his previous race stats and figuring out what went wrong when suddenly the screen of his phone lights up with a new notification.

lance, 09:38

okay so

just so you know

you’re on babysitting duty today

 

liam, 09:38

Good morning to you too

Also no.

 

lance, 09:38

wtf

you're her favourite uncle

 

liam, 09:39

Jack and I have plans.

 

lance, 09:39

even better!!!

he can help you as well <3

Liam feels his eye twitching.

“I’ll be back in a second.” He tells Yuki, who shrugs beside him and doesn’t even arch an eyebrow when Liam pushes the chair back so forcefully that the metal legs of it almost break, and then marches out of the library like a man on a mission. 

“This is the fourth time this week alone.” Liam hisses the moment his friend answers the phone and barely has time to let a word out. 

“Li, please .”

“Listen, I love Delilah, I really do,” Liam sighs out and leans back against the tree in the park, suppressing the urge to bang his head against it. “but you know that Jack has been drowning in work and we’ve barely had time to spend together off track since August, it’s November now.”

“This is the last time, I swear.” Lance tells him and even through the phone, Liam can hear desperation in his voice. He slightly bangs his head against the wall. “Luca and I have to go to Monaco, we weren’t planning to, but we’re scared those motherfuckers are destroying the house instead of building it and I can not take my 2 years old daughter all the way to fucking Monte Carlo because her uncle is a massive–”

“Lance.” Liam interrupts him before he has time to send himself into a cardiac arrest which is truly the last thing Liam wants or has time for right now. “Fine.” 

“Really?”

“Of course, you asshole, when have I ever told you no?”

“Literally five minutes ago?”

“You know I can very easily change my mind, right?” Although Lance can’t see him, Liam has that smug smirk on his face that always makes his "brother" want to punch him in the face. 

“But you won’t because you love Lilah and you love me and–”

“No, I do not.” Liam cuts him off and he doesn’t even need to specify that he’s talking about Lance — though his bonus brother knows Liam loves him he definitely knows he's not talking about his one and only and favourite neice. Liam would go to hell and back for her. “Now can you please get off my back so I can go and work like every normal adult does on nine in the morning?”

Lance doesn’t miss a beat before chirping, “technically, it’s already ten.”

“I’m hanging up.” 

As always, Liam stays true to his word and hangs up before Lance has time to tell him when he needs to pick Delilah up from the daycare. He doesn’t really need to because Liam has his schedule memorised (considering how many times he had to pick the kid up instead of his idiot brother and brother-in-law since they adopted Delilah) and plus, it’s not even him who’s going to be picking him up.

“Hey, love.” He can hear the smile in Jack’s voice the moment he answers. “Is everything alright?”

“Debatable.” Liam, being the dramatic little shit that he is, whines out and is definitely not offended at the sound of Jack giggling on the other side at his theatrics, thank you very much. “We’re on babysitting duty tonight, again, for the fourth time this week.”

“I did have a feeling that you were going to call me about that.” Jack hums, and even without being able to see him, Liam knows that he’s spinning around in his stupid spinning chair in the Alpine office like a little kid (Liam wants a freaking spinning chair too).

“Which means that you already know you’re going to be the one picking her up from the daycare?” Liam asks with a grin on his face.

“You know it wouldn’t kill you every now and then to walk to her daycare and meet the teachers, right?”

“Oh, sorry, I can’t hear you anymore, the service here is terrible, bye.”

Liam slams his finger against the end call button so firmly that his thumb starts to hurt, but whatever. He is not walking all the way to that daycare after a long day at work; he would rather die, no offense to the Marini-Stroll family.

And, truth be told, Liam finds it very interesting that Jack loves to make fun of him for hating to go to places that are too far from his flat or his work, considering that Jack drives everywhere and yet, he still hasn’t taught Liam anything, no matter how many times Liam begged him to teach him how to drive — it's more different from racing than one would think.

A traitor of a husband, that’s what he is, but Liam still loves him with his entire being.

After letting out a small, quite embarrassing giggle at the dumb meme Jack sent of himself right after he hung up, Liam shoves his phone into his pocket and walks back inside the library, a small huff breaking out of his throat as he throws himself onto that uncomfortable chair.

“We need to get new chairs,” he complains to Yuki, who doesn’t even remove his gaze from his laptop as he hums absent-mindedly. “I’m serious, these are so uncomfortable.”

“Or maybe you're just jealous that your husband has a spinning chair at Alpine's building and you don’t.” The corners of his mouth twitch upwards slightly the moment Liam groans quietly and bangs his head on the top of his desk.

However, his frustration gets thrown out the window the second he reads a newly received email from Christian, saying that he has to cancel tomorrow’s meeting for family emergency reasons. Liam hopes that the man and his family are alright but holy shit, he won’t have to sit there and fight the urge to lose his mind for three hours on Saturday morning and he will be able to spend a morning lazily in bed with his husband — God bless.

Liam sends a quick message to Jack, announcing his once-in-a-lifetime moment to him, receiving dozens of confetti emojis (and an eggplant emoji; Liam hates this man) in return before he returns to the list of those damned books — yes, red bull has assigned him readings to complete before he can drive — with a dumb grin on his face.

Liam slams his laptop shut right at 5:58 pm.

“If I have to go through this list for one more minute, I will freaking lose it,” he hisses to Yuki, who genuinely doesn’t care or finds it absolutely hilarious when Liam is being tormented. And, considering that this time isn’t any different, he giggles and looks at him with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Just go already, then.” He suggests, as if Liam is an idiot for not even thinking about that option — which is rude, because of course he thought about that option, and that is exactly why he's now shoving his laptop and notebook so aggressively into his bag.

“I am going.” He tells him without any heat and pushes the chair back into its place, flashing a small smile at Yuki now that his mind has accepted he’s about to be free from this hell.

Every complaint about his sometimes pain-in-the-ass job disappears from his head the moment he steps outside the library and sees that Jack is already there.

His husband is wearing classic pants and a shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he looks absolutely gorgeous; Liam almost drops to his knees the moment he processes the outfit (again, because he was quite literally there in the morning when Jack was getting ready). But the thing that gets him the most is that Jack has Delilah in his lap, playing with her and grinning triumphantly when she lets out that heartwarming laugh.

Liam has seen Jack with kids, of course he has, but there’s something so different about this. This, as in Jack picking her up from the daycare, driving straight to Liam’s work, and entertaining her while they wait for Liam to be done so they can all go home. There’s something so unbearably domestic about it.

Liam has always known that he and Jack would have kids, but it was mainly him who asked Jack not to rush into things, especially when they’re as serious as adopting and raising a child, and they’ve been married only for a year. But it hits Liam suddenly, totally unexpectedly, that there’s nothing he wants more than to raise children with Jack now, and he can not wait for it to happen.

“Love, is everything alright?” Jack asks with worry in his eyes and slowly gets up from the bench. He puts Delilah on his hip and starts walking toward Liam when he notices that he’s cemented to the spot, staring at them with his mouth agape.

It’s like Liam’s brain is refusing to cooperate and form words, so all he does is give Jack a small nod in return. The second Jack is close enough, Liam grabs him by his tie and pulls him down carefully, a sound escaping Jack’s throat quickly muffled by Liam’s mouth.

“Everything is perfect,” Liam breathes against his lips, hearing Jack let out a small chuckle at his hoarse voice. He would definitely ask what all of that was about if it hadn’t been for Liam turning to Delilah to pinch her cheeks almost painfully until the girl turned to put her face into the space between Jack's neck and shoulder. Liam grins, prideful. “Let’s go home, I’m starving.”

Thankfully, on their way back home, Delilah seems to remember that Liam isn’t an evil uncle who’s going to eat her whole and is, in fact, her favourite uncle. For at least twenty minutes, she chatters about everything and anything, while Jack and Liam nod along, even though they can barely make out half the words she’s saying.

At some point, Jack mutters under his breath that he has two kids in his car, because Liam gets so close to throwing a tantrum in the moving car until Jack finally stops by Dunkin’ to get his husband his daily dose of sickly sweet donuts. Jack doesn’t even bother to hide the fond smile that creeps onto his face when Liam’s eyes light up as soon as Jack hands him the box.

Getting Delilah to wash her hands and change into the extra clothes her dads left around Liam's flat is quite a struggle, to say the least. But with combined powers, they manage to achieve the goal, just like they manage to convince her to eat a proper meal instead of filling up on the donuts Jack brought for Liam.

However, when it comes to finding something to entertain Delilah so she doesn’t notice that her dads aren’t there with her — and to prevent her from tormenting poor Enzo — that’s when all hell breaks loose.

“We’re putting on Cars!” Liam declares, grabbing a DVD from the shelf.

“No, we are putting on Animaniacs for Lilah!” Jack retorts, reaching for another DVD.

“Cars!”

“Animaniacs!” Jack fires back, grinning.

“Animaniacs doesn't teach her anything!” Liam protests.

“You wanna put on a movie about talking vehicles!” Jack counters, folding his arms.

“Jack Doohan, we will put on Animaniacs or you’re staying home next month, and I’m taking Mick with me to Abu Dhabi!” Liam threatens, wagging a finger at him.

In the end, all three of them end up sprawled on the couch, cuddled up and cozy, drifting off to sleep to the sound of cars driving and Mater Mater-ing.

When Liam wakes up with Delilah nestled on his chest and Jack’s arm wrapped protectively around both of them, he can’t help but smile. This might just be his definition of perfect.

 

Liam feels Jack's arms around his naked body and the man's chest against his back before he even fully comes back to consciousness. That doesn’t stop him from letting out a contented hum and snuggling more into his husband’s touch before it suddenly hits him that he has absolutely no clue if he put Delilah to bed properly yesterday or not.

Almost as if Jack heard Liam’s thoughts, he tightens his hold and nuzzles his nose into Liam’s neck, murmuring before Liam has a chance to start panicking, “Lance and Luca picked her up while you were sleeping last night.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Liam grumbles, turning around in Jack’s arms, almost squishing his nose against Jack’s chest in the process.

“Because.” Jack replies simply, and before Liam has time to complain about how that’s not a proper answer, Jack pushes him onto his back and drapes his body over Liam’s, earning a small, winded oof from him.

Liam smiles fondly at Jack curling against him like an actual cat (even though they both agree Jack is a golden retriever while Liam is a cat, never mind Lance calling them both idiots for it). Wasting no time, he wraps his arms around his husband, burying half of his face in Jack’s soft waves.

“I think Delilah had a good time yesterday,” Jack whispers against Liam’s throat, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down Liam’s spine.

“She always has a good time here, torturing our poor puppy and getting you to stuff her face with sweets.” Liam says with a small smile, running his hands up and down Jack’s bare back, scratching here and there for the fun of it.

“There are sacrifices we all have to make to get a kid to like us.” Jack declares, looking up at Liam with that toothy grin, and Liam just has to kiss him for it.

“You’re great with kids,” he tells Jack, watching as his sleepy eyes start sparkling with happiness like a little kid’s. Liam hopes Jack doesn’t notice the way his heartbeat rises at the words he’s planning to say next. “You’ll be an amazing dad.”

“You’ll be an amazing dad too, Li.” Jack says, leaning forward to leave a soft kiss against the corner of Liam’s mouth before his husband tugs at his curls, pulling him into a proper, open-mouthed kiss.

“Jack, I mean that—” Liam tries to continue after breaking the kiss, but he isn’t exactly sure how to say it without freaking him out, because what if Jack isn’t ready or doesn’t want kids, or doesn’t want kids with him, or—

“You’re overthinking again.” Jack’s sweet voice interrupts Liam’s spiraling thoughts just in time, and he can feel the anxiety start to fade as Jack cups his face gently, pressing his forehead against Liam’s and looking into his eyes. “What is it, love?”

“You— you want to have kids with me…right?” Liam asks, wincing internally at how choked the words sound.

“I— Li, sweetie, of course I do!” Jack looks so surprised by the question that for a moment, Liam genuinely worries his eyes might fall out of their sockets. “Did you think I didn’t want to?”

“No, I just…” Liam almost groans, trying to look away but failing due to the way Jack is holding him firmly and staring into his eyes. “I just really want to raise a child with you, and— I needed to make sure you felt the same.”

Jack’s confused expression softens, replaced by a fond look in his brown eyes, and he kisses Liam again, though both struggle with it since Jack can’t stop smiling.

“Li, there’s nothing in this world I want more than having kids with you.” Jack whispers against his lips, his smile growing even wider at the sight of tears gathering in Liam’s eyes. “In fact, we can start working on it right here and now—”

“You’re such an idiot.” Liam laughs, which quickly turns into a quiet whimper as Jack presses himself between Liam’s legs, leaning down to kiss and bite his throat.

“So I’ve been told.” Jack hums. “But you love me for it.”

“I do.” Liam’s hands slide up into Jack’s hair again before he tugs hard enough to make Jack look at him. “I’m choosing the name.”

“Why not me?”

“Because you’ll name him after a MotoGP world champion or a video game!”

“I would not— him?”

Liam isn’t sure why, but he instantly blushes and nods, “I want to have a boy.”

“I’m starting to think you’ve already picked a name.” Jack says, his voice full of adoration as he brushes a strand of hair out of Liam’s face and kisses his forehead, the tip of his nose, and then his lips.

“I have.” Liam admits, feeling the tips of his ears grow hot as he watches Jack’s expression turn awestruck.

“Well, tell me then!”

“Pierce.” Liam whispers, playing with Jack’s curls as Jack looks at him like he’s falling in love all over again. “Pierce Doohan-Lawson— it sounds cute, doesn’t it?”

“It does— Longest name ever, but it really does.” Jack whispers, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he grins wide enough to rival the sun before pulling his husband into another deep kiss.

[princelancey]

It just annoys me so much that after a really good performance like last week ( where Lance was barely recognised from going to 20 to 10 ) that he does a mistake and everyone starts bad mouthing him. Like he does recognise it was his mistake, and it isn't like a handful drivers goes in to the wall by their own mistake per season.

Yep, I mean I agree with everything you've said. Lance himself said it in an interview (i think the 1.5 hour one on yt) that he could have a great day and put in one of his best performances and it'll be overlooked but the second he makes a mistake he'll be crucified and people will hold it over his head for ages.

They all make mistakes, ofc they do they're only human no matter how much the promoters like to hype them up as god like beings, that's marketing bs, but other drivers can make a mistake have it be called an off day and still be treated as the next coming of God to grace an F1 track but no Lance is dirt and gets slurs thrown at him.

I'm sick of it, I'm so sick of f1 media to the point I watch the race only no build up no post race show just the race and the interviews of the drivers I care about. To call some the people working with f1 journalists is such a stretch, half of them are just 'personalities' who talk too much and I'm not listening

[callmelyc]

Apologies to anyone who knows actual plague history and stuff this is inaccurate use of plague doctors

King Lance and his royal "Plauge" DR Keith who never takes off his mask.

Lance starts to fall for him as Keith treats his beloved sister for the illness. Many say Keith is a bit cold, standoffish but he brings Lance a great comfort during it all and the two grow close.

So close in fact that it is not uncommon for his Highness to sneak off to find Dr.Keith often times for small discussions or company when walking to and from the med wing even when his presence is unnecessary.

The Dr enjoys these discussions, the small gestures from his Highness are warm and very friendly. It's become a highlight to Keiths darkest of days treating something so foul alongside his fellow medics.

None of the plague Drs are to take their coverings off around the King for his upmost safety, so Keith hopes his Highness can tell he still smiles for him.

The evening King Lance catches him maskless is when it all falls apart. His beloved Highness comes in the next day feeling strange symptoms and Keith is devastated. He'd never wanted to get him sick with any of the things they work around, and now their King has symptoms as such:

- quick heart palpitations

- a red flush that comes and goes

- clammy to the touch if a bit sweaty

The entire med wing is in an uproar. None of these symptoms aligned with what they'd learn to treat. And worst of all Keith seemed to be the only one genuinely worried (after examination ofc)!

His Highness even requested he be his doctor as if Keith wasn't the one to expose him to this illness to begin with. But he can never say no to his King even if Lance would allow such a thing. So Keith dutifully treats his Highness with all the care he can muster. He is gentle, softer than he is with any other patients.

The symptoms only seem to get worse.

And soon enough Keith himself is starting to show the same ones. They only appear around his Highness, or when bringing him up at all in discussion.

Shiro laughs at him after hearing about it and insist Keith isn't spreading an illness to anyone but he won't hear it. Lance is sick! His highness has even started looking at him as if Keith is his fiance Princess Allura (to whom everyone knows they are close).

Lance has started holding his hands for periods longer than necessary to find comfort. He has started to request Keith take his mask off in bouts of hysteria!

Keith is worried sick about him, he can't loose his highness. Lance....a world without Lance is not one worth surviving.

Then one day, months after the treatment began, the King ask for Keith in his chambers.

He holds Keith's hand gently "I have a request."

And Keith listens as his king request a kiss from him. He cites Keith's gentle care of him. He cites how it would make his time easier to feel such a tender loving caress before he goes.

But Keith isn't Allura, he is not his fiance and he is torn.

"I- I couldn't possibly-"

"Please, Keith it is my dying wish."

"You aren't dying! You can't die!"

Lance just smiles at him so soft and warm "would you deny me this? Would you deny your king?"

Keith is panicking. He's panicking because he finds himself wanting to, not just because it's the King asking but bc it's Lance.

So Keith takes off his mask, allowing his King to get an eyeful of his face for the second time. Keith leans down to kiss his King and it's so very sweet.

He nearly doesn't wish to pull away.

It's lance that does so first, his hands holding Keith's face in place "I know what illness we've befallen."

Keith's heart hammers inside his chest as he looks at Lance in awe "what would that be your highness?"

"It is Love."

The next day the entire castle is relieved both finally figured things out. The kings Fiance even writes to Keith wishing them well and says not to worry about her for she has her own lovely lady in waiting to attend to.

As he looks back on it all he can't believe he was so foolish.

How could one ever ignore the signs of the heart?

Lances hand squeezes his as they walk through the gardens and Keith can't find it in himself to care about his past ignorance.

Because now...now he has his whole life ahead with his beloved, his dearest Lance.

[inchidentally]

more of my completely pointless self-indulgent f1 royalty AU with a Charles focus (as always, pls ignore all historical/monarchy mistakes bc it's an AU) (this is a charlos au but I had to throw in a very tiny lestappen moment bc so many moots love them)

after seeing these of Charles playing football I decided they were from a moment when the prince was playing around with his attendants in the palace because he loved terrorizing them about the many breakables and his not-very-precise footwork with the ball. he's permitted to remove his head and hand coverings within the palace walls but only if he won't risk being seen. I imagined this to be after jousting practice - he's not allowed to properly joust ofc but he can do a pretend version with blunted lances and on soft earth covered in hay. he has a special set of beautifully made leather armor so that there aren't any ridged or sharp places to hurt himself.

it's too hot to keep on once they've returned to the palace and underneath he wears this long red and white suit (replace the sponsors with royal insignias lol)

in my tags I had Charles accidentally run out into the courtyard chasing the ball after a particularly wild header and not realize what he's done until he hears his attendants frantic footsteps behind him. he stays frozen in place, eyes wide and sun beating down onto his face. the courtyard is only on the side of the private apartments and he hasn't ventured far but it's still absolutely forbidden.

the only other person there is a young man about the same size and age as the prince with tightly cropped reddish-brown hair, tugging at the stiff collar of his formal suit in the summer sunshine. in the seconds that their eyes meet, Charles feels himself smile wide and open and radiant. the stranger's grumpy pink face turns awed and his eyes widen when the attendants crowd Charles and carry him back inside. Prince Max Emilian is too young and unlearned about the royal customs of Monaco to understand why his mother turns grey and his father looks cunning when Max runs to their chamber and bursts out the story of the beautiful young man in the courtyard whom he'd just seen 'abducted'.

but from then on, Max Emilian would wisely adopt a look of innocence when the sole rumor of the Monaco's second son's exceptional beauty made it's way through the royal courts again, source unknown.

immediately after the incident, the National Council are expecting heads to roll. the royal visitors from the Netherlands have of course been hushed up (or so they thought) but surely someone must pay with their life and the prince's movements restricted even more. they argue that without the prince's virtue and purity, his value to the royal courts hoping to wed one of their own to him will be as nothing. the very protection of the larger countries of Europe could be in jeopardy. they regularly cast acidic glares up where Charles stands in the gallery, fully covered once more and shaking with anger and fear, unable to even speak for himself. they say all kinds of things about how it couldn't have been worse timing for the prince to show such callousness because the palace is meant to still be in mourning.

Sovereign Prince Lorenzo is weary, having only been on the throne for a year and still deep in his grief for his father. he beckons the head of Charles' retinue forward to stand in front of the throne. Joris bravely pleads the case that he and his staff were just happy to see the young prince having fun again as they'd been worried that his grief combined with the particular seclusion he already lived in would sink him. he offers to take the blame entirely on himself as he shouldn't have allowed the game to venture so close to the courtyard at all.

Lorenzo smiles grimly at him and looks up to meet his brother's pleading, tear-filled eyes. almost twenty years of growing up together and Charles frequently only able to communicate with his eyes have made Lorenzo an expert at reading them. he decrees that the lives and positions of the prince's retinue will be safe but that in concession to the Council, the prince will be confined within the private apartments for three months and afterward he must remain covered even in the private courtyard. it's possibly the final blow to Lorenzo's spirit as sovereign to see his brother's eyes smiling down at him, even as his freedoms being stripped back even further.

little did any of the court know that in just over a year, Prince Lorenzo would abdicate. and that in just under two years, the powerful Sainz family would see their son ascend to the throne and free Charles from his bondage forever.

[necromanceyourgays]

please please give your opinions on each serial killer in the show.

thank you tumblr user fuzzy2846 i will indeed give you my opinions!!!

(mega spoilers under the cut, read at your risk)

Howard Epps:

Okay I have fixed feelings about him. He was the first serial killer, so obviously that makes him cooler, but he was just so. cliche. also mega Red Dragon vibes from him, especially his backstory. Also he hurt Zack so 0/10, wasn’t hit enough to excuse his actions

Gormogon:

Low-key my second favourite serial killer in the show, I’m a whore for religious serial killers in media. ofc, he hurt Zack, making him an instant -100/10, but I genuinely think he was a really good character on the show. I feel like he could’ve worked better as the last ever serial killer ifykim?? Like, Gormogons whole arc felt more like an ending than a beginning. Also gotta love the cannibals on this show. it’s a great gimmick

The Gravedigger:

Fun fact: this was actually the first ever serial killer arc I ever saw on Bones!! I watched them out of order and don’t actually have the full story still, but honestly I liked the arc. The fact she hurt Lance and killed a kid makes her an instant -1000/10, but she really knew how to properly have a gimmick. I liked her arc as a serial killer better than any on the show, it was one of the only times the plot felt coherent lol.

Broadsky:

Not much to say, he was hella short lived. Light Yagami kinnie. Moving on!

The Ghost Killer:

Okay, I’m biased here, because I read a fanfic about her once and now I hate her. BUT, even without the ao3 fics traumatising me, I hated her character with a burning passion. It led into Sweets death which could be blamed on Pelant but he’s my meow meow so let’s not which of course is unforgivable so she’s my least favourite personality wise, and her gimmick of finger nails was just,,, to bland. Original, but bland. We need CANNIBALISM. we need ANARCHY. not fingernails!!

Last but DEFINITELY not least,

Christopher Pelant:

okay really I swear it won’t just be me simping. I have opinions on his character!!!! That aren’t horny!! I actually didn’t enjoy his arc as much as you’d assume I did, it felt rushed and was kinda boring. I talk more about it here, but I genuinely think his episodes were shit. He was a good character, whether you like him like I do or not, and deserved to be fleshed out more than he was (which basically wasn’t at all). I will forever say he should’ve been the last serial killer, and his arc should’ve gone on for much much longer. At least a whole nother season. I hated the way they made him be in love with Brennan (because if they couldn’t have made him gay like god INTENDED THEY SHOULDNT HAVE MADE HIM FALL IN LOVE AT ALL) and it literally lasted like two episodes before he died. nothing about his arcs ever made sense. he got like two minutes of screen time but was literally the most important villain in the ENTIRE SERIES. I’m forever salty about his ending, and will not shut up about it until Hart Hanson himself apologizes to my FACE.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[dragonplated]

Lance vs memories of human kindness and self-sacrifice

he sees a few in his tenure as Champion, before the RGBY plotlines; unfortunately while the memories of kindness towards pokemon are frequent, the memories of self sacrifice are far less. lance writes them all off as flukes, as shallow moments meant to be a performance, to keep their pokemon feeling loyalty.

it's the pokedex kids where he first really sees self sacrifice and kindness for what it is. where the pokemon themselves are so deeply in love with their trainers, with their best friends that they'd rather die defying him than lose their human partners; red's pikachu remembering red and how they progressed from pika disliking red to so close pika is willing to die for his trainer, puriri's love for blue when she and blue had only each other (and silver; blue's love for silver, their bond as siblings and how blue loves silver's pokemon like they're her own). how green's pokemon respect their trainer and their loyalty to him even at his harshest because he does love them. yellow.

yellow is like him, they can see (have seen) everything he has, and yet they choose this current world and the pokemon with them believe in yellow the same way they believe in their pokemon.

all four of the kids are the first time he sees and feels those memories of a pokemon experiencing kindness and self sacrifice that deep in his soul and i think that's what enables them to win at the end of the day. lance is so thrown off by these unexpected memories and feelings that he is not at the top of his game and for a single second in time he's conflicted on whether he's really right or not.

ofc he resolidifies his stance on the matter immediately after and never regrets anything he's done, but by then he's already lost lmao

interestingly, it's only after the RGBY arc that lance starts looking for other trainers like this; he wants to see if the kids themselves are a once in a lifetime fluke of kindness and self sacrifice, or if it's really as common as they think it is for trainers to just. be like them. he wants to know if their belief in the bonds between themselves and their pokemon exist in other people. (does he find it? who knows. it isn't going to change what he thinks and feels, or what he's done so it's more curiosity than anything. he's been himself for too long to change in any real way.)

[jajanvm-imbi]

Oh OP that's EASY.

They never actually explained it but they clearly thought:

"Oh Lance is LATINO??? Well, Latino = farmer, so the only logical conclusion to Lance's 'arc' is for him to end up on a farm"

Both Veronica AND Lance were studying to be space explorers, and the Earth plotline didn't have an actual location other than "Earth -> America -> desert" but Lance's Cuban family has a farm anyway.

Literally no other POC character was stereotyped in this way. Were they terribly written in general? Ofc obviously no question. But Lance?? Nah he gets the big family + mentioning of an abuela AND the family farm. Despite his family not being portrayed as authentically Cuban in ANY WAY, even though it's implied MULTIPLE TIMES that Lance himself is an IMMIGRANT...

(Lance says in his lil book and in season 6 that he is "Just a boy from Cuba". I'm Costa Rican but I was born in the US so I don't say I'm FROM Costa Rica)

...the writers still decided to stereotype Lance and ONLY Lance in this way.

Do I think the writers were racist and anti-Latin American? No. I don't think the writers had any ill intent with how they portrayed POC characters.

Was it completely and totally irresponsible to mistreat literally ALL OF THEIR POC CHARACTERS when their white characters were the better written characters of the series? Yes absolutely.

(Shiro's arc beyond season 2 was a complete afterthought. Hunk gets no actual development or story arc and is honestly just there. Lance ends up depressed on a stereotypical farm. Allura fucking DIES. Adam fucking DIES after 2 seconds of screen time. All POC characters)

It's like the writers and producers wanted the brownie points of having multiple POC characters without doing any of the research into any of their respective cultures besides general stereotypes.

Do I think that every single POC character needed an entire episode dedicated to talking about their cultures in order to drive in the point that they're NOT WHITE? No that's stupid. It just feels like the writers could have but WAAAAYY more effort into fleshing out their POC characters.

Anyway I had way too much to say about this even though it was probably a joke lmao

hey did the writers ever explain why they chose to make lance a farmer. this is a genuine question btw

[dyslexic-fool]

Unpopular opinion but Trevor was one of the best parts of grave encounters 2

[anathemafiction]

tgr has been on my mind a lot lately and today something just randomly occurred to me. so uhhhh....if lance was assigned to follow the mc all day....and if the mc went to the devil's bridge...... and this took me a while to realise because i've never made that choice (and never will again lmao) other than just one time during a corrupted mc playthrough, BUT..... if the mc killed the bridge's guardian, then that means that lance not only knows that the mc did it but literally witnessed it himself, RIGHT??? and he hasn't said anything about it yet omg.... i am suddenly getting increasingly suspicious that the consequences of this choice will come back to bite the mc in the ass very badly lmao. i mean, for good reason ofc. that's what you get for being a murderhobo and killing people left and right lol. but i'll say, i am very relieved that i don't have to worry myself about the consequences of this choice in my canon because my mc would never do it. also ngl, i'm kinda scared of lance now...... like omg, if he really knows then he hides it so well???

Heavy Spoilers

Lance did follow you all day. Not every second, of course, and not always as close as he'd like, but if he couldn't see you, he was following your footsteps from afar. He followed them to the Devil's Bridge, if you ventured that far.

Whatever happened there was between you and its guardian, but… But. If violence was indeed conducted, then it doesn't take much to connect two points. One, the guardian's dead body is being carried away by the Inquisition. An Inquisition that would never take a life before they could, well, inquiry it. And two, you were the last person he saw leaving that little secret nook in the Devil's Bridge.

No, it doesn't take Lance much to put two and two together.

As for hiding the knowledge? Do the black deed and go outside in Chapter 6 to see the moon. A bard will be there, plucking away a melancholic tune. Approach him, tell him you're sorry about his friend, and you may see a glimpse of the face behind the mask. Also, just for fun, tell him you'll miss seeing his hair right at the end, after Rafael's interrogation. And see if even a spy can't sometimes hold everything in.

[bwoahtastic]

Could you give us a quick run down of the pairings in the arranged AU? I'm in love with this verse.

Yes ofc!

Alpha!Max/Omega!Daniel + Omega!Lando

Alpha Max is still quite young (well probably like 21 or so, but Dan is much older) and he is just overwhelmed to get Dan. Dan wants to hate him but Max seems to struggle even more with all of it than Daniel does. Then Daniel decides that he might as well stay cos Max is sweet and they need each other, but when they still refuse to have pups, they force Lando upon Max too (after giving up on trying to take Dan away) and Lando is so tiny and so scared and they just protect him like 2 momma bears <3

Alpha!Pierre/Omega!Charles

They have known for ages that they would end up together and they grew up as best friends, so really it's a best case scenario for them. So they are happy enough when FIA agrees to let them be together, but then they find out Charles can't have pups and fia starts threatening to take Charles away...

Alpha!Lewis/Omega!Lance

Omega Lance has been brainwashed by fia so long that when he arrives at Lewis's, he is just silently resigned to being a breeding machine and nothing else. But Lewis is sweet and treats him like a human and Lance just slowly starts trusting him and being himself again🥺 Lewis even teaches Lance to say no and stand up for himself, And they bond over Lance's pretty vegetable garden!

Alpha!Toto/Omega!George

George is a late bloomer and only presents as Omega late, and is almost instantly given to Toto. Toto had an Omega, Nico R, before George already and has 2 pups with him. George is teriffied because there is so much Omega stuff he doesn't understand yet and he feels like he will just be used for more pups, not understanding Toto let Nico go because Nico wanted to leave and not because he wasn't a good enough breeding machine anymore. Toto slowly gains his trust tho and makes sure he get taught about his new instincts and eventually it works out.

Alpha!Nico/Omega!Kevin

Kevin is very aggressive and scared when he first arrives at Nico's, convinced he will be neglected and starved. He hides under the bed with a little knife and hoards the food Nico gives him, until slowly Nico is able to lure him out with the food and gain his trust. Kevin stays very scared of being starved and hoards food in his little backpack, but the thing he is actually really starved of is physical contact and hugs🥺

Alpha!Valtteri/Omega!Nico R

Nico has been Toto's Omega and has 2 pups with him, but wants to leave to find his true mate. He is convinced that is going to be Lewis but he is given to Valtteri instead as he is "damaged goods". He hates Valtteri at first but Val is kind to both him and the pups. Valtteri is saddened at forever being the second choice, so when they finally realise they ate each others happy ending, it's so surprising to both

Alpha!Kimi/Omega!Antonio

As somewhat of a Pack Alpha, Kimi got to choose his Omega and after just ignoring fia for years and only watching over the Omegas from other drivers to make sure they were okay, he finally picked Tonio because he felt even more protective over him than the others. Then when he leaves F1, they take Tonio away from him and give him to Pierre (Kimi really hopes Tonio would be happy there) but Tonio is just fading away without Kimi, and eventually Kimi takes him back <3

Alpha!Mick/Omega!Esteban

Esteban is given to Mick and only speaks French. He expects Mick to be mean to him and ridicule him for only speaking French, but Mick tires really hard to speak French back to him and also teaches Esteban English<3 Very important detail is Esteban always trying to curl up on Mick's lap even if he too tall<3

[newvegascowboy]

also if you are still doing the ship meme, 'you're important to me, you piece of shit' seems very Red-appropriate 👀

yes ofc im always doing ship memes <3 i am so weak for them

this got... incredibly long, so most of it is under a cut. Writing a little part 2 to the one I posted last night

Arcade wakes blearily to a faint voice and fingers brushing through his hair. The sensation doesn't last. Neither does the voice. For a moment, he attributes it to nothing more than his imagination, caught somewhere in the tail end of a dream. Then he squints and shakes his head, because his chest is starting to hurt really fucking bad and something smells a lot like blood.

His eyes crack open, blearily searching his surroundings. His glasses aren't sitting evenly on his face, which makes the world look tilted and only half there. He grunts, trying to push himself up. He lifts a hand to right his glasses and winces, nose throbbing.

The taste of blood lingers in the back of Arcade's throat. He glances down at his chest, prodding at the hastily applied bandage wrapped around his torso. "Huh," he muses to himself. Definitely not any of the Followers' work. Julie would throw a fit if it were.

He lifts his head, looking around - disoriented at first, still half convinced he's caught in a waking dream. A cramped, dusty shack surrounds him. Sunlight strikes in through cracks in the walls, lighting up motes of dust. Arcade's doctor's bag is at his feet, lying open. There's a boot next to it. Arcade blinks at it, following the boot up to it's connected knee, to the stupid ostentatious belt buckle on the pants.

It's Red. Of course it's Red.

Arcade cranes his neck, looking at them. Red is lying beside him, close enough to touch. For a brief second, Arcade can just stare dumbly. Questions start running through his head, slow at first, then rapidly gaining traction.

Red, asleep (strange). Red, near him (stranger). Red, asleep next to Arcade, close enough that Arcade wouldn't have to reach far to touch their face (strangest).

"Red," Arcade croaks, then coughs. Pain lances through his chest and ribs. He sags back down to the pile of blankets, fighting to catch his breath. He lifts a hand to his mouth and stops abruptly, staring. There's blood on his fingers, dark and sticky.

Arcade's other hand goes to his chest, but the bandages have only the barest tinge of pink. He blinks, then looks at Red again. Red hasn't stirred, their face gentle in repose, but something about it is wrong. Their skin is pale, dark circles ringing their eyes. Blood is smeared at the hollow of their throat and dried in flakes to their fingers.

Reaching out, Arcade puts a hand over Red's and nearly flinches at the coldness of their skin. Arcade's heart is pounding, blood rushing in his ears as he lurches to his knees. The pain of his wounds is lost in his panic as he leans over Red.

His fingers curl around their wrist, lifting their hand. Arcade nudges the hem of their shirt up, grimacing at the sluggishly bleeding wound. It's obviously several hours old, half clotted and messy. What looks like a hasty bandage had been slapped across it, but the gauze is so soaked with blood it isn't doing anyone any goo.

Arcade looks back up at Red's face. "Please, please, don't be dead," he begs, fitting two fingers against the hollow of Red's throat. A heartbeat. Faint, but there. Arcade sags in relief, bracing his palm against the floorboards. Pain licks through his own chest. Diagnoses run through the back of his mind as he sits hunched over, paralyzed with pain. Probably a broken rib or two, to go with the heavy laceration across his chest.

Heaving a sigh, Arcade scrapes his fingers through his hair. He stares at Red, then slowly falls back on his heels, wincing. "It's a good thing you're alive," he grunts, reaching over to his doctor's bag, lying not too far away. "Because I'm going to kill you when this is all over."

His supplies have dwindled - likely now being used to keep him together - but Arcade is used to working economically. It's not like he has time to fret, anyway. Any wasted time means Red dead and Arcade stuck somewhere in the desert with a corpse and no way home.

"I don't really mean that," he mutters as he stitches Red back together. "Don't die, please."

Arcade works feverishly, without much thought to his own comfort. After a while, the aches and pains of his own wounds fade into the background. Red remains unconscious for the entire ordeal, though that's probably due to the med-x Arcade had taken the liberty of dosing them with. He stops occasionally, fingers wrapped tight around the soft flesh of Red's wrist until he can feel the faint beat of their heart.

It takes at least an hour for Arcade to pull Red together enough that he's confident that they won't spill any more blood onto the floorboards. He doesn't have the strength to move them - or even move himself, really - so Arcade falls to the side and clutches at his chest, panting.

"You owe me," he breathes, eyes squeezed shut. "So much."

Arcade lies frozen for a moment, catching his breath and letting the pain catch back up to him. Blood is crusted to his fingers, drying in the stifling desert air of whatever shack Red had dragged them to. Wouldn't have been Arcade's first choice, but beggars can't be chosers.

He dozes for a bit. The ache in his chest keeps him from truly napping, but it's better than nothing. Every once in a while, Arcade lifts his head to stare at Red, watching them hawk eyed until he sees their chest rise and fall.

"You better wake up," he murmurs to himself at one point, over an hour after moving to the side to let Red rest. "I'll be pissed at you if you don't. Dragging me out to the desert and then dying. Is this your way of getting the last word?"

From the mess of blankets, Red stirs. Arcade's head snaps up. He lurches over, one hand pressed to the bandages on his chest. Arcade leans over Red, half collapsed across their body, watching anxiously. Slowly, Red's eyes flutter open. Arcade barely breathes, eyes widening.

Red blinks once, lips parting. The glazed look in their mismatched eyes fades a little as they focus in on Arcade, squinting. Arcade watches their throat bob. "...Gannon?" Red finally rasps.

"Oh, thank Christ." Arcade drops his head against Red's chest, the tension in his shoulders snapping like a taut wire. His wounds begin to ache again as the fear and adrenaline fades. He thumps a fist weakly into the floorboards, lifting his head again. "Don't you ever do that to me again!"

Red's lips twitch in what's probably supposed to be a smile. Their eyes slip closed, eyebrows furrowed. At their side, Red raises their thumb. "'Kay," they croak.

"I'm serious, Red Jack Castillo." Arcade lurches forward, grabbing a fistful of Red's shirt collar. "I'm a medical researcher. The majority of my training was done more than ten years ago. I am not a field medic! You're lucky I remembered how to calculate the med-x dosage by weight, or you'd be dead of an overdose rather than a gunshot."

"'Kay," Red says again. Their voice sounds a little stronger, but not by much, and their complexion is still pale. "You're welcome, by the way."

"For what?" Arcade asks. "I'm the one who kept you from bleeding out. If it was up to you, you would've just shoved gauze in there and called it a day."

"Yeah, but-" Red's eye cracks open to look at him. A faint smirk plays across their lips. "I had to save you, first."

"Oh, for the love of-" Arcade cuts himself off with a harsh sigh. He rubs at his face with his free hand. His whole body aches, the pain seeming sharper than it had a moment ago. Arcade takes a breath to steady himself. "Yes, I... suppose that's true. Thank you, Red."

Red hums. "That sounded pretty tortured, Gannon," they say, sounding amused. "Try it again; make it sound like you really mean it."

"You get it once," Arcade snaps. Red huffs quietly, as close to a laugh as they can manage. Their head rolls to the left, eyes still open, peering at Arcade. Red's right eye is a muddy green, but up close, Arcade can see flecks of gold ringing their pupil. The left is hidden in the shadow of their face. He's never gotten a good look at it, and Arcade doubts he ever will - Red careful to keep it hidden - but Arcade knows it looks bad. Bloodshot and pale.

Arcade lets out a quiet breath, glancing away. He rubs the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses. Beneath him, Red clears their throat. "Can you, uh-" they start, flicking the fingers of one hand. "Get off of me? You're leaning on my bullet hole."

A flush springs to Arcade's cheeks. He gapes for a moment, suddenly very aware of how he's leaned over Red, still clutching their collar in a loose fist. One of Red's hands is resting gingerly on his ribs. Arcade's shoulders hike up to his ears. "Right!" he chokes out, lurching away.

The wound across his chest twinges and he winces, pressing a hand to his bandages as he struggles to right himself and pull away. Red lends a hand, pushing Arcade to the side and to the floor. They're still pressed close together, shoulder to thigh, but it's not the entanglement it had been moments before.

Sighing, Red relaxes backwards, limbs loose and splayed. Their breathing softens, one hand resting over the blood stain on their shirt. Sunlight lances across their face, turning their hair translucent gold. Arcade stares at them for a moment. He looks away, picking at the skin on his thumb.

"Why did you save me?" he asks.

Red is silent. Their breathing rasps in their nose, unsteady for one beat, then two. Their voice is quiet when they finally speak. "Do you really think I'm that heartless?"

"No," Arcade says quickly, glancing up. "I'm just... picking your brain, I guess. Every time I think I have you figured out, you go and do something unexpected."

"Not so one dimensional after all, huh?"

Rolling his eyes, Arcade says, "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Get defensive!"

Red's head lifts from the floor. They glare at Arcade. "I'm not supposed to get defensive when you're sitting there telling me just how low your opinion of me really is?"

"Maybe it's low because you can't even consider taking what I say in good faith," Arcade snaps.

"You want to know why I saved you? Fine! I saved you because you're important to me, you piece of shit!"

Arcade blinks. His vitriol dies as if doused with cold water. Red is still staring at him, but after a beat, their expression slackens and they drop back to the floor with a heavy sigh.

"Oh," Arcade says dumbly. His face feels warm. Red lifts a hand, pinching at the bridge of their nose. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Red doesn't respond, and after a moment, Arcade leans back. He lowers himself to the floor, staring at the ceiling. He lifts an arm, folding it behind his back. Neither of them speak, listening to the creak and shudder of the wind outside the shack.

"Important, huh?" he muses, almost to himself.

Arcade doesn't. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the ebb of pain all along his spine. Beside him, Red doesn't move an inch.

There's a soft sigh from Red's end of the bed roll. "Shut up, Gannon," they say wearily. "You know what I mean."

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Shiro headcanons

the paladins know that Shiro is like super competitive, so whenever he is too much of a responsible Space Dad in their opinion all it takes is a smug „oh it‘s okay Shiro, I suppose you‘re just too old for this already…“

80% of the time Shiro will snarl and do the thing

20% of the time he chases the others Lance out of the room

Shiro is so soft for Keith it‘s actually hilarious, he cannot stay serious in a sparring match, he always sneaks in a few tickles because Keeeith look at him he‘s soo cute (Keith loves Shiro too much to hate it)

Also Keith watch out, Shiro will blow a raspberry on your neck if you‘re too stubborn, that is his rule

In a real fight Shiro is ruthless, he is so badass wow, he will kick his enemies into the infinity of space, this guy is a brutal force

Shiro is out of all of them the closest to a real lion. Touch Pidge and he will step in front of her and roar at you.

Shiro once threw something at Lance‘s head and then acted completely normal, looked at his iPad thingy and reproachfully said Keith‘s name. Keith has never felt this betrayed before.

When someone on the team is sad, they cannot hide it from Shiro, he knows these things and he will put a hand on their shoulder and offer comfort and basically everyone gives in to this bc Shiro hugs are the best

Except for Keith ofc, Keith is a hard nut to crack, but Shiro learned at the garrison that he just needs time and eventually always shows up at his door in the middle of the night looking for cuddles

Shiro has his own demons obviously, but he always puts others before him and nobody ever really questions his well being

Until that one time Shiro comforts a homesick Lance and Lance just straight out asks: „Shiro, how are you doing actually?“

Shiro blinks. Shiro.exe has stopped working. Shiro just acts as if Lance never asked this and talks about something else.

The only person who can get Shiro to talk about himself is ofc Keith, but only bc Keith gets so angry and demanding about this that Shiro can‘t get away from it. The second he starts opening up, Keith gets very sweet though and has been known to violently tackle-hug Shiro down somewhere bc that always makes him laugh

Lance and Hunk always shave alongside Shiro even though they have zero beard growth and it usually ends up with Shiro having to patch up both of them

Pidge and Shiro play video games together or rather against one another and they get totally resentful about it

„What was that sound?“ „Shiro lost and tripped the couch!“

And of course OF COURSE he does push-ups with a paladin on his back, no problem at all. He just has a problem when they all decide to sit down on him simultaneously, pinning him on the ground and not letting him up again. Brats.

[aerltarg]

Maybe this is a stupid question, buuuuut:

I just can't imagine a world that Rhaegar comes back from the Trident, wins the war and becomes king. No, I'm not a anti Rhaegar, matter of fact I like him very much, I'm just can imagine how would Lya, little Jon, this whole affair, would settle in the capital. The norm that fics (at least those I read) tend to follow is to make Rhaegar:

1. A douche, paranoid and destiny-obessed king.

2. Completely incompetent, aloof monarch, that deep down has a heart of gold, but can't really be understood.

I mean, isn't he supposed to be a scholar since he was a kid? What's are your thoughts about it?

oh, yeah, i can totally understand this! it's is the whole point in canon actually, "the wrong man came back from the trident". you would expect a hero win against his antagonist and have a happy ending w his lady love but it doesn't happen. instead the subversion happens to them with rhaegar being killed by robert who becomes obviously a shitty king and lyanna dying after him. they were never supposed to have happy ending, they were created as tragic and doomed and dead from the beginning for the whole plot to start, jon to have his parentage mystery and dany to take the passed baton as the last dragon, prophesied savoir and the heir who has to carry entire house on her back now.

as for the realistic rhaegar wins aus that's the difficult question. tbh we just don't know enough abt their situation, plans and wishes. you see, e.g. in agot we can be right in ned's head and see his motivations, what he was thinking abt, what he was planning, what he was hoping to do. but if his story was told the way rhaegar's was i bet he would have his own crowd of haters and ~intellectuals~ jumping out every two seconds w their "hot takes" how actually all hints abt what rlly happened (ned being a good man w his own sense of honour, justice and experiences affecting him and the deal w cersei's children) doesn't matter and he was an ambitious prick, planned to grasp the power by being joffrey's regent and make his daughter sansa queen. (you can actually insert there any bullshit and still don't reach the level of stupidity of such "hot takes" this fandom loves so much lmao). also he would be blamed to the hell and beyond for being too stupid and not foreseeing the future and actions of other ppl bc ofc after everything happened it's so easy to say what was so obvious to notice. also they would say that the deaths of his men and horrible fates of his kids are 100% his fault and even straight up say he killed them lmao. i can rant abt it for hours so yeah. this is a situation w too many unknown variables bc it depends too much on actions of too many characters we don't know enough abt. the only thing it's possible to tell for sure is the fact that there couldn't be any perfect solutions since things got too complicated at this point.

such fics as you've mentioned tho are just a part of this dumb fanon where rhaegar is "too prophecy obsessed"/"incapable of love"/shrodinger's rhaegar both smart and stupid at the same time/whatever/all of this combined lmfao. the man was notably intelligent from the early age as you've absolutely rightly mentioned, his guesses abt himself being tptwp have nothing to do w egocentrism as some parts of the fandom would want us all to believe unless he wouldn't be so reasonable abt it and later on, after so many years, wouldn't have changed his mind and thought his son could be tptwp.

and literally fuck all antis that think you shouldn't consider prophecies that hold real power in this fantasy world lol. you know, aegon the conqueror was said to be motivated (or at least partly) to unify westeros by the prophecy and still got the treatment of perfect/maximum close to perfect figure of a leader everyone should look up to from the narrative and grrm. prophecy obsessed much, huh? i don't even talk abt all these parallels between him and rhaegar grrm put there not for bitches to ignore them completely! and i will never get tired of reminding that dismissing prophecies is UNWISE for targaryens of all people. the house whose story is built on the dream of young daenys and her father aenar that listened to her despite common sense (or what local "anti magic"/"anti prophecies" clowns consider to be common sense). targs would be as dead as the rest of dragonlords if not for daenys the dreamer. who else in the world has as many reasons to take prophecies seriously as them?

yet antis out there act as if rhaegar is one dimensional weirdo whose every character trait is abt mf ~prophecy obsession~. like how can they miss one of the main points so badly?? the game of thrones distracts ppl from the real danger beyond the wall, yk, the one rhaegar was aware of and meant to deal with. there wouldn't be such a problem if he became king and had as many years of head start before ice zombies apocalypse as ignorant bobby b did. rhaegar had to die just for westeros to sink in shit and our main heroes to save everyone to make this story more epic LMAO

so yeah, too many ppl portray rhaegar as this one dimensional robotic creature without any knowledge of what feelings are idk even for what reason. it seems these ppl can't read for real bc rhaegar was not only intelligent af as well as dutiful ("it seems i must be a warrior" but "he loved his harp more than his lance") but also. ugh emotional?? my boy had constant emo sessions w brooding at ruins of summerhall, sleeping out there beneath the stars all alone and writing songs that made all women cry. does it sound as someone who "isn't capable of love" lol? folks act as if he was completely heartless from the day he was born (bc he didnt play w other kids ig??) but in reality their emotional range is less than the one of a spoon in comparison to rhaegar's lol. i'm not even gonna address the horrible attitude of demonizing him for his implied depression, vile clowns never listen to themselves when they talk abt targaryens and their "madness".

tldr; these fics are mostly lame af and suck at characterization if they're making rhaegar like that lol. anyway his character isn't abt being a good or a bad king, it's abt being a would-be-king for characters in books and readers in reality to sigh over his tragic aura and pretty aesthetic abt how it could've been. however, grrm clearly doesn't write rhaegar as evil or incapable as some parts of the fandom would want to try to persuade others. realistically speaking in the scenario where he wins there couldn't be any perfect decisions but it's a territory of speculations on thin air and lit nothing more since canon doesn't provide us with enough information to rlly theorize anything instead of building biased headcanons some ppl call "analysis".

but remember what barristan said about rhaegar while practically watching him all his life, from a literal baby to the man grown:

“I know little of Rhaegar. Only the tales Viserys told, and he was a little boy when our brother died. What was he truly like?”

The old man considered a moment. “Able. That above all. Determined, deliberate, dutiful, single-minded.” (ASOS, Daenerys I)

“Prince Rhaegar’s prowess was unquestioned, but he seldom entered the lists. He never loved the song of swords the way that Robert did, or Jaime Lannister. It was something he had to do, a task the world had set him. He did it well, for he did everything well. That was his nature. But he took no joy in it. Men said that he loved his harp much better than his lance.” (ASOS, Daenerys IV)

[teatimecrumpetsandsugar]

Hey! :D So, just saw that your requests are open, so I thought I could tell you this very cheesy idea of mine for a Lance x Reader fanfiction (either female or gender neutral pronounces are fine; it's all supposed to play in a modern setting, by the way): So, the reader and Lance are going to the same college, and are sharing a flat. Evertyhing is cool, until Lance realizes that he had developed some geniune feelings for the reader, and screams to Hunk about. After talking for a little while, he comes up with these big romantic plans in order to confess his feelings as cheesy and sweet as possible. However, not everything that you plan will also work out that way. So, instead of being able to confess his feelings in the way he wants to, he instead accidentally confesses his love on a lazy Sunday while they are playing video games. But guess what? The reader doesn't mind one bit because they've been in love with this boy as long as they can remember? Thanks for hopefully taking my requests and have a nice day. :3 (That got longer than I thought it would lmao)

I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCCHHHH MMMMMMM IMPROMPTU CONFESSIONS MAKE ME SOSSOSOSOSOOSOS HAPPY OFC OFC

Okok before I get too carried awayyy, I just wanna say that I really, really love this request and all the genuine fuzzies that come with it uGh it's so sweet!

As always, if I don't touch upon the prompt correctly or you're dissatisfied, I'd be more than happy to rewrite it! :) Take care, and I hope you enjoy!

Also also, I decided to give the reader she/they pronouns to satisfy both pronoun requests! I hope that's okay! :D

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Typically, on a Saturday morning, Hunk would be up sometime after 11 AM, drinking hot chocolate with the little marshmallows and eating pancakes covered in syrup- sweet things to encourage a sweet day, he'd once told someone happily. Typically, he wouldn't be up before then, and he wouldn't be trying to talk down Lance during that time.

Unfortunately, this is not a typical Saturday morning.

"I'm really, really into her, Hunk! It's not fair that she gets to walk around, being all cute and fun and awesome and I have to be stuck here, pining hopelessly and breaking the one universal rule for having a roommate! There has to be some kind of law against being that cute somewhere!" 

Hunk drags a hand down his face, sighing wearily, “Then just talk to her. I still fail to see why you had to call me at 7 AM on a Saturday for this,” He pauses, eyes narrowing skeptically, “Why are you even up at 7 AM on a Saturday?”

“Hunk, I don’t want to mess this up. I think I might actually be... into her.” 

There’s a heavy pause as Hunk stares at the phone in disbelief, “Actually into her? Like- Like ‘if she rejected you, you’d cry’ into her?” 

Lance lets out a small sad noise at the thought, “Like ‘if they rejected me, I’d lay down on the floor right there and never get up’ into them. I think I might be in love with her, and I don’t know what to do.”

Hunk leans back in surprise, lips parting with uncertainty, “In love?” His tone is laced with trepidation, “That’s... a big word. And a big bundle of feelings I don’t think I can help you unpack this early on my day off.”

Lance lets out an exaggerated whine, “I know! I just- I wanted to-” He pauses, searching for the words, “This is gonna sound really, really, pathetically lame-”

“-Lance, you know I literally couldn’t judge you if I tried-”

“-I wanted to plan out a confession.”

Hunk opens his mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. He genuinely has no words- it’s terrifying to think about Lance being this committed to anything, really.

He tries again, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to find the words, “That’s... I... Wow,” He laughs a little, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the counter, “You’re really serious?”

Lance exhales softly, “I’ve never been this serious about anything in my life.”

Hunk sighs, running his fingers through his hair, “Okay, but just know; if I help you with this, you’re not allowed- literally not allowed- to break her heart within a week.”

Lance scoffs indignantly, “How little do you think of me?”

Hunk raises an eyebrow, fully aware that Lance can’t see him, letting the silence answer for him.

“Fine, fine- I suppose you’re not completely wrong in saying that. Still stings, though.”

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“I’m actually going to slaughter you, Lance! You’re so bad at this, what the heck?” You toss your head back as he dies in the game, cackling in delight, “Come on- that was so easy!”

Lance’s fingers fumble idly with the controls, a non-committal response falling from his lips. He can’t take his eyes off of you, off the way your eyes crinkle at the corners and the way your hair falls into your face. Your slow smile, the way it pulled up languidly the closer you got to winning; the curve of your back as you lean back against the couch.

At the lack of protest from your roommate, you turn and meets his gorgeous, cobalt blue eyes. Your smile slowly falls, gaze completely transfixed on his own as your lips part slightly, drawing his eyes down to them.

He says your name, softly, heart stuttering in his chest at the sudden realization that he really wants to kiss you right now.

“Yeah, Lance?” You reply quietly, slowly drifting closer, “What is it?”

He exhales shortly, chest aching with the fear of rejection, and a flush starts to creep up his throat. He splutters out an attempt at speaking, and you laugh, throwing your head back again and brightening the air in the room in one fell swoop.

For a second, he laments the loss of the moment, but your head comes back down as quick as it went up, face suddenly even closer than it was before as you ask the very question that had been on his mind, “Can I kiss you, Lance?”

He hesitates a moment, remembering the plan he had, but then he looks at the bright smile on your face and realizes there probably won’t ever be a better moment to kiss you for the first time, “Yes.”

You surge forward, pressing a hand to the back of his neck and drawing him into a sweet, innocent kiss. His heart soars, mind racing and drawing to a complete halt all at once as he parts his lips against yours, hands cupping your face reverently.

You taste of what butterflies sound like, lips sweet and slightly chapped against his own, and he can’t quite breathe right, drowning in you yet utterly unwilling to come up for air. You laugh lightly against his lips, causing his own bright laughter to bubble up from his chest- soon, you’re both just a silly mess of laughter, foreheads leaning together gently.

“This was... not according to plan.” You make a soft noise of confusion, and his heart skips a beat at the realization that he just ratted himself out.

He tries to take it back, blushing profusely as he stumbles over his words, but you only laugh, a mischievous smile curling at your lips, “What plan, Lance?”

He purses his lips, hesitating for a moment, before leaning in to kiss you again. ”Imagine a picnic in the park,” he murmurs against your lips, eyelashes fluttering gently against his cheekbones, “With homemade red velvet cupcakes and hot chocolate thermoses.”

You let your eyes fall shut, imagining the scene he’s painting with his words.

“We go to the playground at sunset, and I push you on the swing so you can touch the last rays of the sun as it falls,” He takes a soft, unsteady breath, and you fall further into the daydream with him, fingers curling around his wrists as he strokes his thumbs across your cheekbones, “At dusk, we start watching the stars, waiting for them to make themselves seen. Then, in the dead of night, when the stars are at their brightest...”

Lance’s voice trails off and your eyes blink open slowly, breaking the trance languidly, “What, Lance?”

He exhales softly, “I finally tell you that I’m in love with you.”

You watch as he holds his breath, heart racing in your chest when his words settle over your mind like a fog, “You’re in love with me,” You repeat softly, and he nods gently.

“You drive me crazy.” You laugh softly, tilting your head up and brushing the tip of your nose against his, “I drive you crazy? I’ve been head over heels in love with you for as long as I can remember, McClain.”

His eyes snap open in surprise, a delighted hoot parting ways from his lips, “You are? You’re in love with me? You love me? You love-”

He lets out a wet laugh, tears burning his waterline, and you laugh back, “Aw, you crybaby! I do- I love you-”

He kisses you again, cutting you off- he kisses you again and again and again, repeating over and over again that he loves you until you can’t breathe.

[aprxl-showers]

klance x pirates of the caribbean

bc apparently when i'm upset i listen to newsies live and think up weird klance aus

in my head this could go one of two ways:

keith and lance as will and elizabeth

keith and lance as jack and will (i'll explain later)

a lot more under the cut bc i got a bit carried away...

if it follows the canon love story i picture lance as will and keith as elizabeth. (i could see it the other way around bc keith could be the orphan pirate boy but i’ve written too much to go back now).

when they were young, keith was on a ship with his father and he spots lance on a piece of driftwood. they save him ofc and keith spots a jewel necklace around lance's neck. he takes it and later has it fused in the hilt of his mother's knife that is now his.

keith hates being the governor's son with a passion. he hates the formality of it and how restrictive it is. lance is the weaponsmaster's apprentice (that's how he gets good with a gun) and he is always under appreciated! give this guy some recignition!

anyway, he has been silently pining for keith for ages. little does he know, keith kind of likes him too. a lot of mutual pining has been going on for longer than either can recall.

anyhoo, pirates invade the town and kidnap keith. he puts up a fight but in the end he's outnumbered and taken aboard the ship as leverage. he says his surname is mcclain bc it's on his mind. wink wonk. captain of the evil pirates is zarkon and when the pirates who kidnapped keith hand him the knife he realises it is the jewel that can break their spell. since keith uses lance's surname, he also thinks it is keith's blood they need to finish the ritual since lance's family are the one's who sent the jewel away with lance. but it's not. obvs.

lance, after saving a baby, watches keith get taken in horror and tries to call out but is knocked out before he can act. once he's awake he hears that there's a pirate who was caught in the dungeon. that's allura. yes, eccentric captain allura is a choice i am making.

lance manages to break her out of jail, thinking she is one of the evil pirates and he can persuade her to help him. she is not but decides to help him anyway in an attempt to retrieve her ship 'the voltron' from zarkon. the two of them go off on a quest to save keith.

meanwhile, hunk and pidge are guarding keith. they are new recruits to zarkon's crew after their other crew threw pidge out when they discovered she was a girl (silly pirate superstitions). hunk went with her. they are easily persuaded to help keith bc zarkon's a meanie and promise that they'll help him out when they make it to land.

lance and allura arrive on an island and find coran who is allura's closest friend and ally. shiro is also there. he has a peg arm (is that a thing? idk it's a weird mechanism but it does the trick). coran explains that the ship keith is on is cursed and they will be going to the mysterious isle of daibazaal to break the curse.

they get there and watch zarkon attempt to break the curse using the jewel (which he pried out of the blade) and keith's blood. nah, it don't work. they still turn into creepy looking skeletons in the moonlight. damn. he threatens keith and then all hell breaks loose bc lance shoots him. it would have definitely killed zarkon but he can't die bc... the whole undead thing, and in doing so all lance does is reveal their position. they fight a bit, as you do. keith gets hold of a sword and kills three evil pirates in about five seconds. lance falls a little bit in love with him.

in the midst of the battle, lance makes a deal with zarkon that he will stay if keith and the others can go (this now includes hunk and pidge bc they helped keith get free). lance is stripped of visible weapons and zarkon agrees to break the curse immediately. lance cuts his hand and drops the jewel into the chest.

then he grabs keith's jewel-less knife from where it lies beside the chest. zarkon, distracted, doesn't notice until the blade is buried in his gut. he dies. keith and the rest act immediately and kill any other pirates who don't surrender. keith kills an evil pirate about to shoot lance.

they return keith in exchange for allura, coran, shiro, pidge, hunk and lance's pardon. keith expresses his wish not to be governor in the future and allura invites them on 'the voltron' ship with her since she reclaimed it from zarkon. keith and lance then have a moment where they thank each other for saving each other's life. keith thanks lance for coming after him and lance confesses. it's all very sappy and they kiss for ages.

OR

lance is still will. i stand by everything i said about him in the previous version. his parents caused the curse to endure and sent him off. but instead of keith finding him, it's allura. she's the governor's (in this case, alfor's) daughter. she takes the jewel and keeps it as a necklace. lance and allura are more like besties but they're not really allowed to see each other because of their differing classes.

keith arrives and escapes the navy. hides in weaponsmaster’s shop. lance tries to fight him but he’s not as good with a sword as he is with a gun. lots of sassy banter where lance is tryna be noble and keith doesn’t care for it.

anyway, we sort of know what happens. allura gets kidnapped and uses lance's surname bc they had a conversation beforehand. lance stresses, hears about a pirate they captured, assumes it's one of the evil ones he can persuade to help him.

but instead he gets keith who he met earlier. in the time they’ve been apart he’s got himself landed in the dungeon. and he’s notoriously one of the most stubborn, grumy pirate captains in all the seven seas.

he's overall unimpressed with lance as a person and with his plan, only agreeing when he realises he might be able to get his ship, this time called 'the red lion', back. lance decides he's going to prove himself to keith. he doesn't know why he's so offended by a pirate's opinion but he just is. hmmm...

they pick up shiro and coran, pidge and hunk promise to help allura out yada yada yada and they start making their way towards the island.

they run into lotor and his crew (acxa, ezor, zethrid etc) who are unrelated to zarkon and that whole... thing but they're your typical pirates and they want their stuff. which is annoying af bc allura is missing and they have somewhere to be thank you very much.

they put up a good fight. lance has plenty of opportunities to impress keith with his pistol skills. consider keith very impressed and mildly enamoured. but he doesn't do feelings so he stuffs them down inside him as you do. they win and move on. afterwards keith asks lance where he learned those moves and lance tells him stories of his time in the weaponsmaster's workshop. they bond.

they get to the island and find allura. they fight and keith and lance save each other's backs too many times to count. lance has a revelation (inconveniently mid battle) that he actually really likes this. this is fun. this is exciting.

then keith fucks up. he says that he'll hand lance over if zarkon gives him his ship back. lance is fucking fuming and feeling very betrayed and hurt bc he actually felt like he was getting somewhere with keith. keith gets what he deserves though bc zarkon dumps him and allura on an island and takes lance away.

while they're on the island allura knocks some sense into him regarding his life generally and lance specifically. she tells him loads of cute lance-as-a-teenager stories and keith feels awful. he helps her light a signal fire using some rum he has on his person.

they spot the ship alfor sent to find allura. they persuade them to go to where lance and the rest of the crew is. keith tries to act like he's on zarkon's side when they get back to the cave and then he takes one of the cursed jewels so he's now immortal. aha! while this is happening allura has infiltrated zarkon's ship, 'the red lion', so shiro, coran, pidge and hunk can be freed.

allura then frees lance from where they were keeping him in the hull. lance runs to where keith is. they share a look. keith cuts his hand and throws the jewel to lance who does the same and drops it into the water. the curse is broken. keith goes to grab zarkon's sword so he can kill him but zarkon grabs him by the throat. lance shoots zarkon in the side before keith can pass out. he runs to keith who has collapsed. keith apologises and thanks him and promises not to betray him again. lance laughs, says he better not and helps him up.

they return allura safely in exchange for their pardon. keith asks lance to join the crew of 'the red lion' and gives him loads of reasons that are really just disguised compliments. safe to say lance kisses him senseless and they run away together, sailing off into the sunset. bc. klance. there's got to be a sunset somewhere.

hope you liked my what-were-meant-to-be-headcanons-but-just-became-plot-summaries!! i promise i’ll post some general pirate voltron headcanons unrelated to this au at some point. i wrote a pirate au piece for klance au month on my ao3 so some might be related to that?

if you want to send asks or whatever that would be cool - even if they're just random ideas for the au or changes/additions to the plot. i also might write little snippets for this at some point (i’ll tag them under ‘kl potc au’ like this post) bc i'm suddenly crazy invested so if you have any scenes from this you want (from version 1 or 2 or any scene in the plethora of potc movies) send a message and i'll probably get around to it :))