#they got this alien buddy and they didn’t ask why she fell from the sky or how she survived!

[quietwingsinthesky]

to me. btw. i don’t care what the show says. to ME. the tardis fam just. didn’t ask questions about the doctor. she never volunteered the information and they didn’t ask, because where do you even start asking, right? when do you get the time between being blown up or ricocheted across space? and they had their own shit going on. they didn’t ask. they should have. they didn’t. and to me, they only realize that the moment the master is on the scene.

[the-blackholeus]

2k16!Shredder x Reader

Hey^^ Another Shredder X Reader because I love this dude. Have fun reading, as always please excuse any gramatical mistakes, and the female version is below.

(After Y/N has been discovered to be Shredder’s lover by his enemies, he began to get overprotective in fear of losing him/her. As s/he really got in trouble, however, he got to watch what this innocent being could do if s/he gets angry)

Male

“Saki! Stop it! I swear!”, Y/N growled as he swatted his boyfriend’s hand away, shooting him a glare that was powerful enough to kill someone. The older male chuckled softly and pulled him against him, pressing a kiss to his neck. “You are just too beautiful, my love, there is no way that I can restrain myself from touching you.”, Oroku Saki, also known as the Shredder, growled into his ears, and pressed another kiss to his cheek. The young man rolled his eyes and pushed him away, running his hand over his hair one last time before he put his jacket on, ready to go.

“You’ll have to restrain yourself if you don’t want to be arrested in the next few minutes, my powerful ninja.”, he huffed in a teasing voice, earning another chuckle and a nuzzle against his neck. “You know that those words only flatter me, my dear Y/N.”, he purred, laughing after he showed him the middle finger. “Idiot.”, he muttered as he went outside, his boyfriend following after him by climbing on the houses, always making sure that he was close, but out of people’s sight. Getting his phone, he called him so that they could talk on the streets without getting arrested. “Why do you even want to accompany me to my way to work?”, he sighed. “I know you’re worried about me, but I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t to risk it, my love.”, he grumbled and jumped over a gap between buildings, his figure not leaving his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.” The young man gave another sigh and thought back to the night where some of Shredder enemies found out that Y/N was Shredder’s lover, and since then, there had been assassinations attempts. One almost killed him, and he still remembered the evening the older male hugged him, almost in tears, telling him that he would never leave him out of his sight. Since then, he had become overprotective.

It was cute, but it wasn’t needed. What Shredder didn’t know was, that Y/N was a good fighter and able to defend himself better than anyone would think. He hadn’t mention it yet, and didn’t show it, but the longer his boyfriend talked about how he would be too weak to fight against trained assassins, the closer he got there. “You won’t.”, he softly said, hearing a soft chuckle on the other side. “But seriously, don’t you think that you’re overdoing it? Don’t you have a clan to take care of?” “Nothing is more important than you my love, and Karai can run my clan for a few hours until you get back. She did it while I was captured, remember?” Oh, yes, hedid, and he certainly remembered the kick he gave his balls when he got back and the hour scowling him for this naïve deal with an alien before kissing him into Oblivion.

“Yes, I do. But you’re their leader! I can take care of myself for a while, they need you. I love you Saki, and I appreciate your worry and your love, but I am not a toddler anymore. I might be younger than you and I didn’t survive a crazy warlord, but I have gone through some shit myself.” He heard a heavy sigh. “I know, but I am worried.”

“I know, but I have to end this call now. I’m there.” Surprised, Shredder searched his  figure and saw him standing in front of the building that he worked in. He waved at him, a small smile on his scared face before he watched him enter the building, making sure no one was coming too close to you that seemed dangerous.

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Y/N sighed happily as he finally could pack his bags and walk home. He waved his co-workers goodbye, and walked straight to the door, taking a deep breath, when finally, the cold night air hit his face. He looked around and blinked softly, not finding his boyfriend anywhere. Even though he loved him, he enjoyed the time where he could walk alone.

The young man checked time on his phone as he walked down the street, waving at an old woman who also was on her way home. He turned around the corner, smiling as his house came into sight, but that faded when two men and a woman walked straight up to him, all of them a grin on their face. He stopped, waiting until they were in front of them. “Hello, buddy.”, the woman spoke, clearly the leader of the group. “Hey.”, the young man skeptically said and lifted his eyebrows. “I see that you’re here. All alone.”, she teased and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Why is that?” “I’m simply on my way home, and I would like to continue to walk.”, he said and tried to get through them, but the biggest man pushed him back, taking a step forward. “Oh, you already want to leave us? But we haven’t emptied your pockets yet.”, she laughed and pulled a gun out of her jacket.

Y/N took a step back, clearly shocked by her actions. “What are you doing?”, he hissed, anger coming into his voice. “Are you insane!?” “No, but we need money. Get him boys.”, she ordered, and expected him to be down on the floor within a minute…that, however, did not happen.

As the smaller man lifted his fist and tried to punch him, he simply caught his fist in his hands, he tried it with the other, and he caught it again. The younger man twisted his hand, making him cry out in pain before kicking into his crotch, throwing him over his shoulders before attacking the other one, punching him in the face. A sickening crack was heard, and the other cried out in pain as he held his nose, that was surely broken now. Wasting no time, he grabbed the gun from the woman, ripping it from her grasp before smashing it against her head, sending her directly into unconsciousness. The other males were still on the floor, shivering, shocked that one man defeated them. “Could you please fuck off now?”, he wheezed, his eyes blazing with anger. Before they could get away however, he shot them in the legs and turned around, taking the gun with him, listening to their cries.

He did, however, not see the male that stood there and watched the whole scenario with his eyes. Y/N ran into him, growling as he shook his head, ready to yell at him to let out his anger…which immediately disappeared once he recognized the man who stared at him like he was a demon that really could be summoned. “Oh, hey Saki.”, he grinned awkwardly, and hit the gun behind his back. The feared male blinked a few times, looking down/up to him before he found his voice and managed to speak. “You…can fight?”, he asked, receiving an embarrassed nod.

“I…yeah.”, he whispered awkwardly, and pushed him to continue their ways as the cries of the man echoed behind them. “I can.” “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have been much less worried than I had been the last few weeks!”, he growled, his hands balling into fists, clearly angered at him

“No, love, you wouldn’t have been less worried.”, the younger male sighed and shook his head, before crossing his arms in front of his chest and let a deep, sad sigh escape his lips. “And, I…I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want you to see me differently than I really am. You always told me that I was such a gentle person, a sweet soul in the middle of a sea of sour hate and disappointment. I…I didn’t want to ruin that imagine by showing you what I really can do…I didn’t want to repulse you…”

A few seconds passed, Shredder started to shake, and the younger male thought that he would explode with anger…but out of all sudden, deep, rumbling laughter echoed through the streets. He threw his head back, and completely lost control over himself. Almost crushing his lover against his chest, he gave him a deep kiss before snuggling into him, still shaking with violent chuckles. “Y-You are an idiot! You’re such a-an imbecile!”, he roared as another fit of laughter hit him. This continued until tears ran down his scared face, and he had trouble breathing.

“I would never change my opinion about you. Even if you can kick ass, you are still a sweet soul in the middle of a sea of sour hate and disappointment, you’re still a beautiful star at the piece of the sky that fell victim to a black hole, you’re still my beautiful and gentle love! This does not change one thing. I don’t care if you can fight or not. I have not fallen in love with your skills or looks, I have fallen in love with you, your personality, your voice, the way you greet me every time we see each other, your loyalty, the way you loose your cool if someone insults me or my or your family, and your nerves of steel if I overdo it again.” He leaned down and gave him another kiss on his lips. “I love you, Y/N. More than anything in the world…even than the thought of killing the turtles.”

A chocked laugh escaped his lips, and in that moment, Shredder realized that he cried. But it was not a frustrated crying or one of heartbreak…it was one of utter joy. “You’re an idiot.”, Y/N sobbed and kissed him again, making sure to win dominance. The older male let him do as he pleased, happy that this issue was finally out of the way. His lover wiped the tears out of his eyes and searched for the keys to his house before walking inside, preparing to have a wonderful evening, but before he put the popcorn in the microwave, he asked one last question.

“Saki, now that you know that I can fight, does this mean that you will stop worrying so much and that I can finally walk my way to work and home alone?” Shredder lifted his head to stare at him, a smug grin on his face, before shaking his head, giving him an answer that made his blood boil with anger and annoyance.

“No, my love, certainly not.”

Female

“Saki! Stop it! I swear!”, Y/N growled as she swatted her boyfriend’s hand away, shooting him a glare that was powerful enough to kill someone. The older male chuckled softly and pulled her against him, pressing a kiss to her neck. “You are just too beautiful, my love, there is no way that I can restrain myself from touching you.”, Oroku Saki, also known as the Shredder, growled into her ears, and pressed another kiss to her cheek. The young woman rolled her eyes and pushed him away, running her hand over her hair one last time before she put her jacket on, ready to go.

“You’ll have to restrain yourself if you don’t want to be arrested in the next few minutes, my powerful ninja.”, she huffed in a teasing voice, earning another chuckle and a nuzzle against her neck. “You know that those words only flatter me, my dear Y/N.”, he purred, laughing after she showed him the middle finger. “Idiot.”, she muttered as she went outside, her boyfriend following after her by climbing on the houses, always making sure that he was close, but out of people’s sight. Getting her phone, he called her so that they could talk on the streets without getting arrested. “Why do you even want to accompany me to my way to work?”, she sighed. “I know you’re worried about me, but I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t to risk it, my love.”, he grumbled and jumped over a gap between buildings, her figure not leaving his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.” The young woman gave another sigh and thought back to the night where some of Shredder enemies found out that Y/N was Shredder’s lover, and since then, there had been assassinations attempts. One almost killed her, and she still remembered the evening the older male hugged her, almost in tears, telling her that he would never leave her out of his sight. Since then, he had become overprotective.

It was cute, but it wasn’t needed. What Shredder didn’t know was, that Y/N was a good fighter and able to defend herself better than anyone would think. She hadn’t mention it yet, and didn’t show it, but the longer her boyfriend talked about how she would be too weak to fight against trained assassins, the closer she got there. “You won’t.”, she softly said, hearing a soft chuckle on the other side. “But seriously, don’t you think that you’re overdoing it? Don’t you have a clan to take care of?” “Nothing is more important than you my love, and Karai can run my clan for a few hours until you get back. She did it while I was captured, remember?” Oh, yes, she did, and she certainly remembered the kick she gave his balls when he got back and the hour scowling him for this naïve deal with an alien before kissing him into Oblivion.

“Yes, I do. But you’re their leader! I can take care of myself for a while, they need you. I love you Saki, and I appreciate your worry and your love, but I am not a toddler anymore. I might be younger than you and I didn’t survive a crazy warlord, but I have gone through some shit myself.” She heard a heavy sigh. “I know, but I am worried.”

“I know, but I have to end this call now. I’m there.” Surprised, Shredder searched her  figure and saw her standing in front of the building that she worked in. He waved at her, a small smile on his scared face before he watched her enter the building, making sure no one was coming too close to her that seemed dangerous.

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Y/N sighed happily as she finally could pack her bags and walk home. She waved her co-workers goodbye, and walked straight to the door, taking a deep breath, when finally, the cold night air hit her face. She looked around and blinked softly, not finding her boyfriend anywhere. Even though she loved him, she enjoyed the time where she could walk alone.

The young woman checked time on her phone as she walked down the street, waving at an old woman who also was on her way home. She turned around the corner, smiling as her house came into sight, but that faded when two men and a woman walked straight up to her, all of them a grin on their face. She stopped, waiting until they were in front of her. “Hello, girly.”, the woman spoke, clearly the leader of the group. “Hey.”, the young woman skeptically said and lifted her eyebrows. “I see that you’re here. All alone.”, she teased and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Why is that?” “I’m simply on my way home, and I would like to continue to walk.”, she said and tried to get through them, but the biggest man pushed her back, taking a step forward. “Oh, you already want to leave us? But we haven’t emptied your pockets yet.”, she laughed and pulled a gun out of her jacket.

Y/N took a step back, clearly shocked by her actions. “What are you doing?”, she hissed, anger coming into her voice. “Are you insane!?” “No, but we need money. Get her boys.”, she ordered, and expected her to be down on the floor within a minute…that, however, did not happen.

As the smaller man lifted his fist and tried to punch her, she simply caught his fist in her hands, he tried it with the other, and she caught it again. The younger woman twisted his hand, making him cry out in pain before kicking into his crotch, throwing him over her shoulders before attacking the other one, punching him in the face. A sickening crack was heard, and the other cried out in pain as he held his nose, that was surely broken now. Wasting no time, she grabbed the gun from the woman, ripping it from her grasp before smashing it against her head, sending her directly into unconsciousness. The other males were still on the floor, shivering, shocked that one woman defeated them. “Could you please fuck off now?”, she wheezed, her eyes blazing with anger. Before they could get away however, she shot them in the legs and turned around, taking the gun with her, listening to their cries.

She did, however, not see the male that stood there and watched the whole scenario with his eyes. Y/N ran into him, growling as she shook his head, ready to yell at him to let out her anger…which immediately disappeared once she recognized the man who stared at her like she was a demon that really could be summoned. “Oh, hey Saki.”, she grinned awkwardly, and hit the gun behind her back. The feared male blinked a few times, looking down/up to her before he found his voice and managed to speak. “You…can fight?”, he asked, receiving an embarrassed nod.

“I…yeah.”, she whispered awkwardly, and pushed him to continue their ways as the cries of the men echoed behind them. “I can.” “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have been much less worried than I had been the last few weeks!”, he growled, his hands balling into fists, clearly angered at her.

“No, love, you wouldn’t have been less worried.”, the younger female sighed and shook her head, before crossing her arms in front of her chest and letting a deep, sad sigh escape her lips. “And, I…I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want you to see me differently than I really am. You always told me that I was such a gentle person, a sweet soul in the middle of a sea of sour hate and disappointment. I…I didn’t want to ruin that imagine by showing you what I really can do…I didn’t want to repulse you…”

A few seconds passed, Shredder started to shake, and the younger female thought that he would explode with anger…but out of all sudden, deep, rumbling laughter echoed through the streets. He threw his head back, and completely lost control over himself. Almost crushing his lover against his chest, he gave her a deep kiss before snuggling into her, still shaking with violent chuckles. “Y-You are an idiot! You’re such a-an imbecile!”, he roared as another fit of laughter hit him. This continued until tears ran down his scared face, and he had trouble breathing.

“I would never change my opinion about you. Even if you can kick ass, you are still a sweet soul in the middle of a sea of sour hate and disappointment, you’re still a beautiful star at the piece of the sky that fell victim to a black hole, you’re still my beautiful and gentle love! This does not change one thing. I don’t care if you can fight or not. I have not fallen in love with your skills or looks, I have fallen in love with you, your personality, your voice, the way you greet me every time we see each other, your loyalty, the way you loose your cool if someone insults me or my or your family, and your nerves of steel if I overdo it again.” He leaned down and gave her another kiss on her lips. “I love you, Y/N. More than anything in the world…even than the thought of killing the turtles.”

A chocked laugh escaped her lips, and in that moment, Shredder realized that she cried. But it was not a frustrated crying or one of heartbreak…it was one of utter joy. “You’re an idiot.”, Y/N sobbed and kissed him again, making sure to win dominance. The older male let her do as he pleased, happy that this issue was finally out of the way. His lover wiped the tears out of her eyes and searched for the keys to her house before walking inside, preparing to have a wonderful evening, but before she put the popcorn in the microwave, she asked one last question.

“Saki, now that you know that I can fight, does this mean that you will stop worrying so much and that I can finally walk my way to work and home alone?” Shredder lifted his head to stare at her, a smug grin on his face, before shaking his head, giving her an answer that made her blood boil with anger and annoyance.

“No, my love, certainly not.”

[barbarawilson-moved]

no rhyme or reason

Babs is a product of her generation, and she’s determined to stick it to the man. Even if that man is dressed in green and bearing intergalactic summons.

written for the prompt: “Barbara Wilson as a lantern (any colour)” from @miggie-webster. {ao3}

“But… why does it rhyme?”

Dick pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “A glowing ring fell out of the sky and gave you powers, and you wanna know why the magic words rhymed?”

“It doesn’t make sense!” Babs insists. “Look, there are, like, rules to stuff like this. Trust me, I’ve studied them.”

“Right, and I’m such an idiot that I couldn’t possibly—"

“Hey, let’s everyone chill out a second,” Bruce says like some almighty saint, like he’s not usually one of the ones bickering. “What’s going on?”

“Babs just got drafted into the space peace corps,” Dick says, which. Way to steal her thunder, dude.

“Elaborate,” Bruce says. He’s not asking.

“Love to,” Babs says just as if he were. “Dude in green showed up, totally buggin, told me to chant some magic words, handed over some glowing bling, and peaced out to the next side of the galaxy. Now that you’re caught up—“

“Nope,” Bruce says cheerfully. “Take me back through that one more time.”

Dick helpfully supplies the chant the—soldier?—had instructed her to repeat. “In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil’s might beware my power, green lantern’s light. A little elementary, but otherwise pretty catchy.”

“And, what, you’re some kind of deputized power ranger now? Is that legally binding?” is Bruce’s first question.

“I’m standing right here,” says the guy dressed in green, who is in fact still standing in the cave.

Bruce does a double take—“I genuinely thought that was the cardboard cutout of the Riddler from the Hogan’s Alley,” he’ll confess to them later, over drunken noodles from the thai place that Babs likes and Dick’ll settle for.

“Peaced out to the next side of the galaxy,” Bruce quotes back at Babs.

“Hey, I didn’t ask him to come back.”

“Look, you’re a new initiate to the Lantern Corps,” Green Guy starts to say. “You have to come to Oa with me.”

“Look buddy, here on planet Earth, we’ve got a little thing called stranger danger,” Dick points out.

“What do I look like to you, man, a martian?”

“Questionable fashion statements notwithstanding,” Babs allows.

“Look who’s talking! What kind of sick fucks dress in matching anatomically correct spandex suits and hang out in a cave? Would you just come with me so we can get this over with?”

“What exactly is “this”?” Bruce asks, apparently left unsatisfied by Babs’ pretty great summary.

Green Gollum looks like he’d rather be anywhere else in the galaxy than this particular cave in Gotham. “Bat-lady here has been drafted into the Green Lantern Corps. She needs to report to Oa for basic training and further assignments—I don’t care if she keeps the spandex on, but she’s reporting.”

“As if!” Babs retorts. “I’m not relinquishing my fundamental right to autonomy just because some lame-o rhyme says I have to accessorize.”

“No one should have the power to conscript unconsenting troops,” Bruce muses, which Babs takes as a sign of support.

“You can’t not report,” the soldier tries again. “You said the oath—you’re a Green Lantern. You have to report.”

“I don’t think I do,” she tells him. “Who wrote that oath, anyways?”

“The—the guardians!” he says, in full disbelief.

“Guardians of what?” Dick asks.

“Of the universe!”

“Are they human, too?” Babs asks drily.

“They’re—Oan, I think? What does any of this matter?”

“Well, as far as I can remember, I swore I’d wield power and vanquish evil,” Babs helpfully explains. “Nothing about enlistment. Do the guardians of the universe speak English?”

“Wha—no? I guess not?”

“Ooh, someone didn’t read his Venuti,” Babs mocks.

“Sick burn,” Dick says. “Quick question for the folks at home—“

“Just because it doesn’t sound like a translation doesn’t mean it isn’t one,” Babs explains, for the Dicks at home. “Look, buddy, whoever or whatever did your oath translating must have missed a couple key phrases in all that effort to make the words nice and rhyme-y. I never swore any oath to any space army.”

“Lady, the rings do the translating on an individual basis, they literally cannot be wrong.”

“Okay, well go on ahead and tell your superiors I’m a conscientious objector until you can come back with some linguistic consistency, because that’s a load if I’ve ever heard one.”

“I—” the Lantern starts to protest, and gives in, a broken man. “Okay.”

“Universal translators,” Babs scoffs once he’s disappeared to where-the-hell-ever. “That’s nuts. Can you guys believe the guardians of the universe are relying on machine translation?”

“Did he imply that Martians exist?” Dick says in lieu of response.

“Okay,” Bruce says. “I have many pressing questions about the events that just took place. Most pressing first—Barbara, what is that, and why is it getting brighter?”

“Oh shit,” Babs says when she notes that the lantern-battery-pack-thingy has in fact started glowing.

“I think we’re about to find out how space aliens feel towards conscientious objectors,” Dick says, and then Babs finds herself in fucking space, where at least she no longer has to hear Dick’s dumb running commentary.

[schrijverr]

All you need are some friends

An Endgame fix-it, because yeah I’m still not over that.

They get thrown back in time till just before the snap and save everyone, but recovering is a hard battle. Peter has a flashback in school and gains a protections squad.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: flashback, ptsd and vague description of a battle

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“And I. Am. Iron Man.”

Peter looked up just in time to see his mentor/father figure snap his fingers. Peter ran over, because this wasn’t looking good and this, this just couldn’t be happening. He just got back, he couldn’t lose Mr. Stark again. He fell down, not caring about the tears, and said: “We won, Mr. Stark. We won, Mr. Stark. We won, you did it sir, you did it. I’m sorry, Tony.”

Mr. Stark didn’t respond and he felt Ms. Potts tug on his arm. She knelt down in front of Tony and told him how he could rest. Peter wanted to scream and kick her and tell her that Tony fucking couldn’t. That he had to fight and stay, that he couldn’t leave them, leave Peter.

Then he felt, what he could only describe as, a tugging sensation as he left his body and got yeeted right back into it. He looked around and saw what he had seen not even an hour before: Doctor Strange, the Guardians, Mr. Stark, the sand of Titan. Wait! Tony! The man was breathing heavily and patting down his body with wide eyes. He looked completely fine. He looked up at Peter and said: “Did it work?”

“I don’t know, Tony, but you’re okay!” Peter ran forward and hugged the man.

Tony hugged him back and said: “I tried to get everyone back into their body before the snap, they had their memories of the past years or what they lived, but no one died yet. I guess I got back into my mostly okay body.”

“What do you mean, mostly okay?” Peter Quill asked.

“I got stabbed, dipshit.” Tony quipped back.

That made Doctor Strange function again. He sprung into action and started bandaging Tony with some stuff of his outfit and told Tony to have the nanotechnology keep pressure on it. Tony nodded and Peter dropped down next to him. Doctor Strange rounded the Guardians up and told them to get ready to fight. The he opened a portal to the battle of Wakanda.

Peter helped Tony up and then through the portal. Normally he would jump back into the fight, but now he was more focused on getting his mentor somewhere safe where he could be cared for. He set his sight on the city and started carrying Tony to it. The man started protesting, but Peter cut him off: “You just practically died for the universe and you’re not doing that again. They can do the work now, I’m getting you to a doctor.”

~

That was now a week ago. They discovered that every hero remembered the last five years, or just the battle if you had been dusted, but the average people, the ones that hadn’t been present didn’t remember. Tony had stopped that future with his sacrifice and because Steve now realized how Tony had been right the Avengers were back together with a new and revised version of the Accords that had been signed.

Aunt May had come to stay with him in the compound while he got over the shock of dying, coming back to life, seeing his third father figure die, traveling back and fighting against an alien army. But he had to get back to school if he didn’t want to raise any suspicion.

He had called Ned and MJ on Skype and told them everything that had happened. They had cried together and he was so grateful that his friends were there for him. He couldn’t imagine how it would be if they weren’t there for him. He never regretted telling MJ he was Spider-man after they had become friends when she had become Decathlon team captain.

He was extra grateful when they were waiting for him at the school entrance. He and Ned did their handshake and they both gave him a hug. MJ glared at anyone who came close to him and Ned kept a comforting arm around him the whole way to the classroom.

Teachers were informed that something had happened, but none of them knew what. Aunt May had also assured them that his disappearance at the field trip to MOMA was completely justified and that they were sorry that it had been such a short notice. Flash of course noticed that the teachers were nice to Peter and had to comment. “Hey, Penis. Why is everyone being nice to a loser like you. Did something happen to the baby?” he taunted.

Peter just turned around to him, the haunted look still hadn’t left his face completely, and in comparison to what he had seen Flashes words meant nothing to him. He then looked at the bully for a second with those empty eyes and slowly said: “Yeah, something.”

After that rumors flew, but he was mostly left alone. No one wanted to face those hollow eyes with big bags under them.

Peter didn’t sleep well, his dreams were haunted by too many things: Ben dying is his arms, a building falling on him, drowning, dying on an alien planet, Tony dying and the list went on. He had now fully joined the insomnia club in the Tower. Each night you could come to the kitchen and there would be something to drink tea with and just sit there and look at the skyline. Nothing was said, but you felt less alone.

He was so glad May had decided that it would be better for him just to live there permanently. She herself still lived in the apartment, but she visited every weekend. He brought himself back to the lesson, it was Physics. He liked Physics, but this was easy. He, Tony and Bruce worked together in the lab, it helped to take his minds of things and it turned out he was pretty smart, but life circumstances made that he’d never skipped a grade, even though he probably should have skipped at least two.

He didn’t mind all that much. This way he got to befriend MJ and stayed in the same class as Ned. He looked to the side. Ned was taking notes with a serious face while MJ held her Physics book in front of the book she was reading. He focused on listening to their calm heartbeats.

Listening to heartbeats it turns out is great for comfort. He listened to Tonys every time he could, it helped him stay grounded in reality. He had come back many times from a PTSD flashback this past week only to collapse on, well with everything that happened he could technically say this, his dads chest. He just hadn’t counted on having one at school and what to do when that happened.

It happened two weeks after he came back, and when he thought about it he was surprised that he lasted so long without having one there. It happened during Decathlon practice. Flash was on question reading duty. He read the question: “What was the name of the alien race that came through the portal in the sky in New York, 2012?”

Peter hadn’t been Spider-man during that attack, he had been small and he had just hid with Aunt May and Uncle Ben in the basement of the apartment complex, but the question reminded him of the alien ship that had taken him to Titan, which in turn reminded him of everything that happened after. He could feel the flashback creeping up on him, but he couldn’t stop it. Before he knew it he was sitting in the rubble of the Avenger Compound and Tony was dying right in front of him.

The Decathlon team had no clue what was going on. One minute everything was fine, Flash was asking a question and then suddenly Peter was scrambling off his chair to fall on the ground. He was reaching forward to nothing, his eyes unseeing. He started talking, more mumbling really, but they could still hear what he was saying. He was telling Mr. Stark that they won and that he did it and that Peter was sorry. He was crying and no one really knew what to do, even Ned and MJ had never really witnessed a flashback, but they did know what Peter was seeing and they knew one way to maybe help. Ned texted Mr. Stark.

Peter was still on the ground crying and Ned and MJ were doing everything in their power to give him space and to stop the team from crowding him. They thanked the heavens when they heard repulsors outside a minute after the flashback had started. Not soon after Tony came running into the room Iron Man suit still disappearing. The whole team stared at him, mouths open in shock. He ignored them in favor of dropping to the ground by Peter and enveloping him in a hug.

He gripped him tight and stroked his hair. Peter sagged into his dads chest as the man whispered into his ear: “It’s over Peter, you don’t have to fight anymore. We’re here, I’m alive. We made it, we’re okay. It’s over, Peter, it’s over.” and other variations.

Slowly Peters breathing evens out, he then blinked slowly and his eyes came back into focus. He lifted his head from Tonys chest and brokenly asked: “Da- Tony?”

Tony nodded: “Yup, buddy, it’s me.”

“Good.” Peter nodded absentmindedly and patted Tonys chest. He blinked a few times and then fell asleep.

Tony smiled softly and picked up the limp boy. He was walking out the door, but before he could walk away Flash said: “What the actual fuck just happened.”

Tony turned around and put his finger to his lips. He softly replied: “Peters life hasn’t been all that fun, I’m just glad he’s sleeping a bit. And don’t start spreading rumors about this, I’m not his lost dad or something, yeah. And he doesn’t need that attention. If you want to help him, just watch out for triggers and don’t tell anyone about this.”

They all nodded, most had taken one look at Peters broken face and then Peters innocent sleeping face and decided that this boy must be protected.

Peter apologized the next day, but they all told them he shouldn’t and that it was fine. They also made him tell them his triggers so that they could avoid them and Flash even apologized for his behavior. Peter might not have realized it then, but he had gained one of the best protection squads in the school. They told people off who speculated about Peter, they censored stuff and sometimes literally formed a barrier between Peter and others. Peter wasn’t okay and they knew that, but they could at least try to make their friends life easier.

[helpinghanikan]

Not Yourself

Avengers (and Matt Murdock) x Reader

Sum: Mind control is a serious threat in the same world that aliens, Gods and helmet defying hair exist. No one is safe from it, not even you. 

Steve Rogers:  

           Entire situation starting some minutes ago and ending in slow motion half a lifetime later. Siren blares like a whale on helium and twenty times faster. Four sets of hands slapping to their pairing ears in the small all glass office room.

           Siren bleeds between your fingers and into your brain. Filling it like black water in a coffee mug until it spills all the way over. It drips from your ears and onto your hand, taking control. Becoming the tendons, bones and muscles that go to the service pistol on the small of your back.

           There are too many reasons to explain why you were taken compared to the other three in the room. Maybe because you were standing and therefore closer to the speakers, or you just didn’t cover your ears well enough and fell victim to it, or you could have been the original target all along. No matter the reason, your Glock 7m was in your grip and pointed before any security outside the office could react.

           Between your three coworkers two rounds left the clip. Metal destroyed seconds after shattering glass you didn’t blink at. Red, white and blue Vibranium ripping through whatever is between it’s path to the back wall.

           Gun ripped from your grip you can expect a few broken fingers. Owner of the savior shield is there after the first security.

           “Oh, oh no…” Shock was setting in, arms stuck in the slightly bent position.

           The noise escaped from the office. Hands hitting ears and shots hit the corner speakers. Black machines and wires joining in the broken glass and small splats of blood. Raining down on your coworkers still struggling for breath.

           Arms are around you from behind, over your forearms and towards your center. A half-hug, half- hold pulling you into the solid body behind you.

           You weren’t Steve’s first loved one that was the victim of mind control. Bucky forcing him to learn that, in the moment of hesitation, is when he’d have to take control. Practically carrying you out of the office, past medics running in and refusing to let go. Sending a look to anyone who dared give an indication of taking you away.

           “You’re okay, it’s not your fault.” Whispering your name like a mantra, just so you wouldn’t forget it.

         Tony Stark:

         You can count on your hand the amount of times you’ve been in a Stark suit. The first time you just wanted to see what it was like, being told immediately to get out when you asked why the heels were necessary. Second during a home invasion; one moment your looking around the corner and the next your covered in metal and padding.

           This time you weren’t aware of the suit until you were standing before it. Brief memories of your bare feet slapping through the workshop. Breaking the unspoken rule of wearing shoes in work shop, stepping right onto dead wires and pieces of junk that you were lucky didn’t cut through the bottom of your foot.

           That entire day would be remembered best as “blurry”. Bed, breakfast, Tony, and then you’re at the spa. Piper is there but you were too focused on some article about you to notice any of the details. It’s why you didn’t think much when your usual masseuse wasn’t the same as regular. And then there are the smallest of bells and suddenly…Bed.  

           Now you stood in front of a prototype from some years ago. Made without a reason in mind and just for something to distract Tony when sleep was impossible. Just slightly more upgraded then it’s predecessor; a wee bit faster and just a wee bit stronger. By this point in time it was practically obsolete. Unlikely your lover would notice it was gone.

           None of the other times you’ve been in a suit you had flown it outside. Just stood in it stationary, during the home invasion it returned to the work shop, but that was quick hovering. Without practice it was an extreme case of stomach dropping, vertigo and just a scream inducing roller coaster. Everything was calm from your angle, just a journey you weren’t prepared to go to on but, hey, there you were.

           “Ma’am, I don’t think Boss is gonna like this.” FRIDAY says next to your ear.

           “It’s fine,” Because it was fine. Everything was fine.

           “He’s calling now,” FRIDAY says. “Putting him on the line.”

           “That’s fine,”

           “Hey there, Sweetheart, what ya doing?” It’s not common that you were the one in trouble while Tony acted as the voice of reason. It never seemed to be a position he was comfortable with.

           “I don’t know,”

           “Looks like you’re out for-.” He’s cut off by the closest building.

           There was this general assumption that you already knew how to fly the suit. Not even mildly interesting enough to have the need of it and never bothered to really play with them. With your body going into auto pilot there was little chance you’d make it so far.

           Starting high in the sky and starting a slow descent over the course of a few minutes. By the time you got out of the city you two stories from the ground. Clipping the side of a two-story house, spinning like a slapped top past the road way and into some poor families backyard.

           The poor husband of the house was nudged (Shoved) awake by the wife. Both hands shoving his forearm, practically out of the bed. A storm of “Did you hear that?” “What was it?” “Go check” “Neil, go check.” She asks with each shove to emphasize her distress. She’s gone by the time he wakes fully, door to the kid’s room open and her standing post in case the danger gets past him.

           Bat in hand he stomps through the house. Hoping that the sound of a large, tired and annoyed father would scare off anything that might have gotten into the house. Instead there is nothing, completely dark and empty house with only the squeaking of upstairs floorboards from wife-y and child shifting their weight.

           Next stop, outside. Where there was a new crater that was absolutely not there before.

           A lot of weird stuff has been happening within the last few years. From aliens to gods that were no longer prayed to, that a suit of hard metal was embedded into his yard only made sense. From his position above the suit he could hear the muffled screaming from inside.

           Some point between the house, spinning and the back-yard crash you woke fully. Impact and alarm system working together. One of the many security measures includes a complete shut down of all systems when landed. Only when close enough to the ground so there weren’t too many injuries or death from the system. Instead just entrapping the thief in the shell, keeping their body trapped under the metal until each piece is removed by outside help.

           Between the dark blue and the stars there is a head. Designated husband making the (arguably stupid) decision to take hold of the face mask. Although shut down, the hiss was still present from the change of air. Both of you blinking to each other, just as equally confused.

           “Where am I?” The first of many questions you would bombard this guy with.

                       Thor:

         A hand is in your hair and it’s not his.  

           Asshole’s yell of “EVERYBODY OUT” was still rattling the windows. Whatever was in those claws pricking the back of your neck was effective at keeping you calm. Your work buddy being the last person to leave, concerned by your lack of effort to escape.

           Hopefully you were in a different head space. Staring towards one of the many windows like your favorite show was on. Arm around your shoulders, holding your face with a possessive thumb rubbing your jaw line. His free hand was in your mess of hair, distantly there was tugging but you couldn’t place it.

           The world you were dragged into was one of both magic and medicinal. Where the prettiest fucking thing in this world was suddenly a bird on the branch outside the window. Everything else in the world was your peripheral vision that didn’t matter. The equivalent of a bus passing by that’d you never see again.

           Thor had this way of being a room, as though the colors were all just drawn towards him. Even to those that didn’t initially believe in other realms, or were still in denial about it, would give at least a glance to him. It wasn’t because of the look but just his aura that was more mass then the rest of the humans. Other Asgardians had this same presence, Loki seemed to be too well aware of it.

           Although everything in the world was static you knew the feeling of Thor the moment he came into your space. Even those it wasn’t Thor’s fingers in your hair you still hummed just from the presence of your man. Unaware of how so much more pissed this made him.

           The static is so much louder than before. Volume raising and lowering at random, yet your little birdie still hung around on the branch. Poking at his little feathers and hoping side to side. His head twitches at your direction and hops a little, silent tweets. Going ‘Sup?’

           Through the static and the magic world, a whisper is said somewhere both above and behind you head. “Walk” it commands. A wonderful idea, one that has your legs moving without a single worry.

           Your little birdie has stopped messing with his feathers. Tilting his head left, right and tweeting loudly this time. Cute little chirps to full on screaming as you get closer. ‘What are you doing?’ he screams but you didn’t speak bird. When you don’t respond he hops from the branch. Flying upwards and leaving a shaking stretch of wood in its place.

           Finally, the static stopped when the floor did. Swimming in air through the world, air as the water in the deep end of a bottomless pool. Arms stretching out, trying to reach through the entirety of the “water” you were swimming through.

           Your relief is incredibly brief. Static coming back harder than before, like someone throwing a brick into the pool you were swimming in. This came in the form of a log of an arm slamming into your back and being hit chest first into, what can only be described as, a bag of bricks.

           It pulls you from the pool, staring into blue eyes and a glass building behind them.

           Although pulled from the pool you are still soaking wet. Static making the blue eyes into a nothing leading into the more nothing behind him. Draining and flooding at the same time until all you saw was white.

         Bucky Barnes:

           You’d never be able to take Bucky in a fight, even in play he’d always end up on top.

           This time, with his hands holding your wrists high, you were laughing under him, claiming he had an unfair advantage and pressing against him to roll him off. No, you were snarling at him. Even with the impossible metal grip around your wrist you refused to drop the offending knife.

           Before this dinner was lovely, a rooftop restaurant rented out as a favor from Stark. Appetizers were some small fishes deep fried served with sauces. Although delicious, and you were having a genuine good time, the sting of a headache was appearing at the base of your skull. Waving off Bucky’s concern, blaming it on a withdrawal symptom of caffeine.

           With the appetizers taken away and an expresso sat down you laughed and talked. Hand sometimes going to the back of your head. Pressure and your little bitter friend doing next to nothing to help with the pain.

           Main course is set, and your steak knife had become extremely fascinating.

           Your waiter dropped the pitcher of water in fear when your suddenly stood. Chair hitting the floor behind you, table flying next.

           Bucky caught on the downward thrust. Pulling your wrist high as your eyes were almost completely vacant. Not focusing on anything but eyes wide open. He knew that look too intimately.

           Your free hand curled into a fist. Pressing into his face which he also grabbed and held. With little experience fighting your legs tried to kick at his crotch and legs, looking for more damage then to escape his hands.

           Heels were such a good idea at the beginning of the night. Small enough you’d trip on a street grate but a wonderful excuse to have to lean against him in walking up the stairs. Now they were being dragged off your feet, slipping from the foot. Leaving attached by the strap around your ankle while Bucky pulls you towards the restaurant. A waltz neither of you wanted to dance to.

           With the tangled shoes and a misplaced step your legs give out. Bucky went with you, leg on either side of your hips, hands keeping yours pressed to your chest. This was how your wrestling matches would end. Pinned to the ground, Bucky demanding you beg for mercy before you get a kiss. This time you bite towards his face like a feral dog.

           It takes the waiter several seconds of gob smacked staring before calling the emergency line.

         Natasha Romanoff:

         A torture in the worst kind. It would take roughly eight regular steps to make it from the bedside to the kitchen counter. Your back was to her, moonlight from the window to stare to showing the colors of your pajamas and the black gun lifting against your head.

           Natasha cuts those eight steps down to six. A few seconds full of slapping bare feet and a silent plea to make it in time. At the end of those seconds an unholy bang rips from the barrel and into your ceiling. Two strong but slim hands hold your hand above your head and straight into the black dot in the ceiling.

           Upstairs neighbor have a beagle. A decently behaved dog that started howling at the top of his little lungs. Startled by the shot that thankfully missed anyone in the building and doing what he can to protect his family.

           Millions around the state collectively cry out with the beagle upstairs. Shots, stabs and jumps happening only seconds before you wake in fear. Blood covering miles of the state when you collapse into Nat’s arms. Unable to move, so confused from a nightmare you hadn’t woken from and couldn’t run away.

           Nat didn’t say anything, letting your weight take both of you down to the floor. Dragging you into her lap and shhh-shhh shushing you while you tried to understand.

         Bruce Banner:

           It wasn’t insulting to say that not a lot of people noticed you. Even before the big guy you were always a step behind and to the right of Bruce. In meetings, in pictures and in lab. Still you were the backbone for Bruce’s every day. There wasn’t an email, text, or phone call that didn’t go by you. The only time this wasn’t the case was during his self-imposed exile, the glare you gave when reunited…oh boy.

           This was why the assault was both confusing and made perfect sense. A seemingly simple mugging that ended with your purse gone and more than one cut covering neck and arms. It never occurred to anyone you’d need extra security. People would recognize Bruce before you.

           No cameras, wearing masks and average height, average build. It would take time to find them. Not that it’d be that hard to cancel some cards and your lipstick could be picked up on the way home. Eventually you just forgot about it, but started the habit leaving the compound with at least someone.

           The click-click-click of your fingers flying through the keyboard suddenly stopped. Bruce didn’t look up as the smaller click of your mouse would follow after. Your usual pattern was gone as you rifled through things without reason. Bruce watched from over his glasses, still poised at his microscope.

           Your desk was a second home. Not a drawer on it that you didn’t know the exact contents of.

           “Looking for something?” He asks, expecting you to retort with ‘I know my desk, Bruce.’ And more struggling.

           Instead you just struggled. Finding one of many flash drives stored in the back of the top right drawer. They were pretty cheap, you demanding a certain brand simply because you could.

           Your click-click-clicking continues for several more minutes.

           Bruce stands a few feet behind you. Watching your fingers go faster then they really should. Even when you were in the groove and could pop out reports without stopping of several hours you didn’t go this far. It wasn’t so much that you were typing fast, but that you weren’t touching the mouse. Like some action movie hacker, you didn’t touch the mouse yet everything on screen was moving documents and opening files.

           It takes a few seconds for a genius like Bruce to realize you were just pretending to type.

           “Honey?” He asks, hand going to your shoulder.

           You had minor self-defense training. Really you were little more than an over-glorified yellow belt in judo. One of the things taught was to get someone’s hand off of you. Grabbing his, fingers digging into his palm, and turning it in the wrong direction.

           He pulls it back and you continue with “typing”.

           There were two kind of emergency buttons in the lab. One for immediate and loud approach, storming guards and sirens and lots of yelling. And one for a subtler approach. For a situation when the threat is monologuing, or a raid would cause a worse reaction.

           He clicked the second one. You didn’t stop “typing”.

           The agent slides into the lab as your typing stopped and the flash drive was practically slammed into the computer. Going back to typing as though it would fool anyone.

           You knew the agent that shared the look with Bruce. She had a little sister she used to walk to school and volunteered to walk you home after the mugging. She steps up behind the chair, looking over your head to see the files being downloaded.

           “Hey, I’m about to go on brake, wanna get a cup of coffee?” She asks going into the protocol for ‘out of mind’ situations.

           Ever since the New York incident protocol was updated to cover mind control. Company policy was to just pretend like everything was normal and fine, try and get them to a secluded place where less damage can be done. From there they are to be neutralized and brought to medical for examination.

           Without a response Bruce hits the same subtle button.

           First agent says your name, placing both hands on your shoulders.

           The office chair wheels backwards into First agent. Right into her gut that she shoves to the side. Just as aggressive as you had put it in, you ripped out the flash drive. Spinning on low pumps to the lab door and right into Second agent’s chest.

           Second agent you didn’t really know. Used as a “intimidation agent” being over six feet and visibly armed. Their main job was to follow or stand in the corners of visitors the higher ups didn’t like.

           An agent you didn’t have a relationship with was also a part of the mind control policy. One agent can try and handle it but there would have to be two to ensure the rules are followed. Sense he didn’t see you as a life partner or even as a friend, there was no hesitation on his part to grab the wrist holding your flash drive. Or cussing at you when your teeth latched onto his arm.

           Like the professional she is the taser under your jaw unhinged your teeth. Falling backwards into her open arms, flash drive hitting the lab floor.  

           T’Challa:

           You’re pacing back forth in front of the two way. Everything about your movements were just wrong; your shoulders were square, feet hitting harder on the floor, eyes whipping back and forth for enemies that aren’t there. Your lips stay in a straight line, only opening to snarl when your fist slams against the two way.

           “She became incredible hostile on the plane over,” Mrs. TSA said in the corner of the room. “Flight attendant said she asked for the Princess and tried to get into the cockpit when she was told where they were headed. She was pinned by your security after getting violent.”

           The Dora Milaje in question stands at attention on the left of Okoye. She was charged to protect you both in Wakanda and on the plane over. There was a long conversation between you and Okoye about just how far their protection would last. Although decent at blending in at political functions or fancy-ass parties, they might stand out at your day job.

           There was still a bruise under your left shoulder blade where you were pinned. It took some awkward weeks, but you eventually had created a relationship with your guard. The plane rides becoming more than just awkward glances to each other. T’challa knew this; it just showed how mad you must have become to have your own guard have to take you down.

           “Did anyone talk to you before the flight?” He asks in their mother language.

           “Only the attendants, she received a drink from the one she had attacked.” None of the three were turning their heads to talk to each other.

           You had stopped screaming for Princess Shuri when you were left alone in a room. With nobody to hear you there was no point in asking questions. Instead your energy going into escape; bashing against the mirror, ripping the door handle and even throwing the chair against the wall as though it would break through.

           They didn’t have to ask why you’d be demanding for Shuri when the King was right there. Shuri was arguably more valuable than T’challa was. Although your relationship hadn’t reached that point yet, if he were to die there would be a replacement within a few years. Shuri on the other hand, a mind like that would be impossible to replace within this lifetime. Far more valuable than all the Vibranium in the world.

           Something was inside you, and you were screaming to be let out.

           Pietro Maximoff:

         Pietro sleeps like the dead at night. One of the few heroes who understood the importance of a good night’s sleep. He’d sleep like a starfish, laying diagonally across the bed, blanket half off and already snoring when you’d come in. Having to slide yourself into the small areas he wasn’t covering. You had to be careful where you slept, too close to a spooning position and he’d roll right on top of you. Nice with a bigger guy, one that’s raw muscle and bones? Not so much.

           That night you were sleeping in a curled ball towards the bathroom door. Pietro on his back, arms spread and leg open. Warmth from your belly button to sternum sat you up in bed. Hands crawling over the sheets to your hands and knees, touching your man’s chest to ensure he really is there.

           Like many nights when you couldn’t sleep you straddle his stomach. Backside above his crotch and pressing forward so when his eyes would eventually open he’d be staring at you.

           Although a hard snorer Pietro knew what the weight of his woman felt like. In his half-sleep daze, he moans at being awoken yet his hands still slide up your thighs. Starting at your knees and ending at your hips. Waiting for the next phase where you starting kissing him lightly until he starts to talk.

           Hands cup his face. Slight smile on his face at his scruff being toyed with. Expecting the first light kiss between his eyes.

           Instead your hands slide down just an inch and squeeze.

           Strangulation is so much harder than any movie have described. Taking more than several minutes to keep the air from getting in. And it’s best to be done on someone smaller than you, someone you can pin down and keep down to get your task done.

           You were singled out to send a message of fear instead of an assassination. To show that they can even reach the Avenger’s bed partners.

           Pietro, like most sensible people, grab your wrists.

           He tries to speak but all your weight is being leaned into his throat. Only noise to come out were gagged and barely there. Reaching your shoulders and shoving as hard as he could. Spit hitting your face while he begins to cough out in desperation.

           Faster than hell but not that strong he tries to pull your wrists away. A point of mockery that you were slightly stronger than him after starting a workout routine with Wanda. He really didn’t seem to care, joking that it was nice you could pin him down. But that was almost exclusively to the arms, his legs could still destroy you.

           Feet pressed against the bed he tries to buck you off. Hands gripping your shoulders and rolling you both off the bed. Pietro lands on top of you, fall and landing against the carpet knock whatever was holding you out. The machine’s signal was weak and extremely fragile, broken with a gun shot the next night after a mission.

           Because of this you wake up to Pietro pinning you to the carpet. He was panting but not a look of anger on his face. The same look you had when falling in the shower and hurt your shoulder.

           “Pet?” You asked, wrists held together in front of you.

           He wouldn’t talk until Wanda confirmed there was nothing in your head. Wearing a turtle neck and scarves for the next few days. Refusing to tell you why.

                     Peter Parker:

         You were one of hundreds hit by this aura blasted across the airwaves.

           Last thing you remember is being in your living room. Occasionally glancing up from your homework to whatever random reality TV was on. One moment a woman is screaming at another and the next you’re standing on the edge of your building.

           It was lucky the villain of the story didn’t consider launching their message over streaming serves. This dwindled the victims list down significantly, but every hero in the city was on overtime, catching and stopping those about to step off their buildings.

           Four others in your building stand alongside you. Staring over the buildings without a single thought in your mind. Foot out, weight forward and you come back to yourself.

           It was the same story with the other victims. Aside from the rushing wind, the world is silent for several beats. Like a nightmare of falling but this time you can scream. A hundred people screaming in unison louder than a jet engine through the city and into the next state.

           Screaming didn’t stop even when the falling did. It was like hitting a wall, breath knocked from you, grabbing around the man suddenly holding you.

           The same way you had the nightmare of falling and couldn’t scream, waking up and not being able to breathe. Watching the ground and buildings go past, arms gripping the hell out of whatever was carrying you.

           “Babe, babe, air.” You’re back where you started. Arms and legs still wrapped around your savior and refusing to let go.

           “Sorry, I’m sorry.” Your feet are flat and immediately your butt hits the roof falling back onto it.

           It’s the hardest part of being a hero. Every fiber of him screaming to hold you while the sense are screaming about those leaving the roofs and bridge. His hands are on your shoulders, squeezing harder than he should. “I’ll be back,” You’re nodding but still staring to the roof. “I promise.”

           He did come back, eventually. Not until after you found out the death toll.

         Stephen Strange:

         Wong had long since given up keeping you from the library. You playing with the books was really the equivalent of a toddler going through their father’s stack of work papers. The paper’s themselves wouldn’t do anything but you could rip or break them. So long as Strange was in there with you, he didn’t seem to care.

           With Stephen already inside Wong didn’t look up as you pass. He wouldn’t have caught the slight blue ring in your left eye, but he might have noticed your too straight back or the bike still running outside the sanctum.

           For a doctor Stephen has incredibly poor posture. Leaning forward over the table; practicing and memorizing a text he already knew by heart.

           “Accidentally tear another page and I’m locking you out.” He says with flipping of a page. Expecting your retort of what you’d lock him out of to come next. When the only thing he gets back is silence it’s a fair assumption that you had left out of boredom.

           It was like a hyper realistic dream. One where anything can happen to you and you’d feel nothing physically. Your bare feet walking over a stone floor without feeling the chill. Hands on either of Stephen shoulders, the stupid robe was thick and layered. Overly so, you had complained about it more than once while trying to strip it form him. Eventually giving up and moving the cloth that was needed to continue.

           His collar had enough give to pull from his neck, showing the junction between his neck and shoulder. His head tilts out of habit as it was one of the few places of skin you got quick and easy access to. Like those time before your lips kiss the space, a quick peck followed by a longer suck.

           He doesn’t look away from the book. His surgeon training keeping him focus on one thing even the distractions are physical. One hand still squeezing the shoulder, the other going to your hip. You had taken this as a challenge before, leaving hickeys before he would even acknowledge you. Mouth opening against his shoulder, teeth gently scrapping along the skin.

           That Cloak hasn’t liked you from the get-go. You still didn’t know how the thing worked; at first thinking it was like an AI or robot that saw you as a threat to it’s owner. But now It seemed to be actually sentient, the floating stopping for a second when you had asked where the circuits were, you likely offended him (her, it). Now you knew that thing was just jealous. Physically getting between you and Stephen when you’d embrace, you swore he had tripped you more than once.

           It had never tried to kill you before.

           Whiplash wasn’t that far off of a thought when you’re ripped backwards by the neck. Cloak covering your face and pressed behind your head like a Venus-fly trap. Grabbing and gripping the red that took over your entire vision, the fabric too strong for your nails to dig through.

           Most small fire-arms now a days have a firing pin lock or a drop-safety. Thankfully yours was one of them; landing on it’s side after you dropped it from being attacked.

           The black metal was a nasty scar compared to the stone floors and walls. A machine that might as well be painted “don’t belong here”, in the isles between books and tables. He didn’t even know you had one, never thinking about what really was in the safe under your bed.

         Matt Murdock:

         Purple, a concept Matt remembers from his childhood. Specifically, a balloon he had seen once, lasting only a few seconds but becoming a constant indicator. Later on, another kid at the orphanage proclaimed “the purple syrup is the worst” when they happened to be with the nurse at the same time. To this day he still associates any liquid medicine to be purple.

           It’s also the dress you were wearing at that restaurant.

           Over the shit head’s shoulder, you see a couple walking by. One of thousands that you’ve seen over the past four days walking through areas you’ve never considered going. This one, though, they backtrack to the window. The woman practically pressing her face against the glass, hands on either side of her eyes to combat the streetlight glare.

           The man was already inside the restaurant, woman following quickly behind.

           Karen was a slim woman, but on a mission, you wouldn’t be able to stop her. Walking past Matt, and side stepping the host before he could ask “Do you have a reservation?” Matt could only follow in her wake, knowing the art of walking with a goal and pretending not to hear the “Sir? Sir?”

           Karen says your name before reaching the table. “Where have you been? We’ve all been freaking out.”

           Matt is by her side closest to you. Everything was wrong about you right now; the shampoo you used was different, smell of your apartment wasn’t there and someone else, the man across from you, had had his hands on your arms and back. Enough that his cologne was now in your skin.

           “Is this lovely one your friend, Dear?” Shithead asks, looking up to Karen.

           Matt’s hand goes where it belongs; to your shoulder. A gentle slide from the shoulder blade to over your dress strap so the entire shoulder was in his palm. Your opposite hand covers his, it was what you did. Your way to tell him “You didn’t scare me”, after the first few times he had done this made you jump or tickled enough to let out a noise.

           “Dear,” That voice, Mr. Kilgrave’s voice. “You don’t know these people, you’re not his.”

           Who the fuck is touching you?

           “Sir, please let go of me.” Your childhood lessons of manners first, profanity next kicked in at this unknown man touching you. Your shoulder pulled back, chair scrapping against the carpet to make some distance between you and the wall.

           The blond woman steps closer to you, saying your name.

           How’d she know it?

           “I’m sorry, I really don’t you. Either of you.” You look to Mr. Kilgrave, eyes asking him what was going on.

           “I want them to go, you want them to leave, too.” He says.

           Wow, people can just be so rude. This guy touching you, girl getting way too close…

           “This is a private dinner; can you leave us alone?” You snap, manners starting to bleed out.

           “We’re not just going to leave you.” Blondie states.

           The guy just stared for a minute. Moving past your table and taking Blondie’s arm. “Karen, she’s telling the truth.”

           It’d be another few seconds before Blondie relented, turning and walking away with hard and quick strides. The guy didn’t look back at you. It was likely because he was blind, based on the cane.

           “Enjoy the date,” Mr. Kilgrave says. Lifting his wine glass in a cheers position. “It’s romantic.”

           You raise your glass to meet his.

           It was a very romantic date.

                                         ------------------------

Carol Danvers:

          It’s a wiggling whisper in your ear that takes you out of bed. A sudden, absolutely overwhelming urge to explore keeps your from caring about gently moving Carol’s arm. Sliding right out, walking barefoot across metal and out the door with no handle.

           Out of all the alien ships you’ve been on (count 1) this was easily the biggest. You had gotten a quick tour of the ship by the captain. A green woman who had introduced her as one of the Skrull, she was kind and answered whatever stupid question that came out of you. Mostly concerning what celebrity or politician her people could disguise themselves as. At no point did you ask about security or guard shifts or even if there were cameras in space.

           Even so you seemed to know exactly where and which corners to duck behind. Same goes for the Skrulls, never had you asked how durable they were, but it was almost hilarious how easily they were taken out with a punch in the right place.

           Trying to remember what exactly happened and all you can manage is typing furiously without ever looking at the keyboard or the screen. Instead your eyes are half-closed, head rocking back and forth worse then any boring class you had ever been in. A few times your head hits the back of the chair and you’d snap right up, getting a glance of information and pictures of pure light and color.

           The dream ends so much more violently then it had started. With grabbing and barely attempted fighting that might have been better placed in a very low brow bar. Ending completely with a too hot arm around your neck and quiet asking for you to “please, please stop.”

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Shang-Chi

It was revenge for his father’s crime that you were chosen.

It was days ago that a street performer had hypnotized you. In that time Katy had made a reservation for their friend group. Celebrating an anniversary that demanded a high-end place with a view of the city and prices that would add up to half your rent.

Breaking glass from the kitchen triggered the hypnotism. Shang didn’t notice when your hand slid from his leg. Standing from the table Katy mentioning that you all “just got here, and you already had to pee?”

You didn’t respond. Instead walking away from the table to the view over the city. Standing side by side with couples who had made their own way to the view.

Shang stood to follow. Assuming to understand your mind and ready to provide you company.

Instead of getting a romantic embrace and a smile Shang get’s a horror show. Watching his significant other push themselves up and over the railing. Screams from the couples around louder than his feet when he sprinted towards the railing.

It’s amazing the glass railing didn’t crack when Shang’s knees slammed into it. Doubled over to reach far as possible where you had fallen. Catching your forearm in a hold that would leave a bruise in the morning.

This was where you came to. Staring down the several stories with nothing beneath your feet. It’s understandable that you started to scream.

[greenroverman]

Needs A Title...

The sound of chewing snapped me out of this incredible dream I was having about a redhead in a convertible, a glossy red Ferrari with camel leather interior and custom chrome wheels with the high performance, low-profile tires. I just wanted to drive it around the block four or five times and see what it could do, maybe hit the open road and really open it up. In my dream, I was just about to ask the redhead to scooch on over and then sit in the driver’s seat when I heard the loud gnashing sound. I could feel tingling and moisture on my arm, sharp teeth were tearing into my hand. Surprisingly, I couldn’t feel pain – I guess that’s the first stage of shock. I believe shock is appropriate when being chewed on by a very upset chipmunk. It serves me right for falling dead asleep in that old sagging oak tree in the middle of nowhere. The most important question I had at that time was not: what was a pissed off rodent doing snacking on my arm, but where were my pants?

     Pants are strangely important when lost in the middle of nowhere. My keys, wallet, and a fancy pistol that I took from an exotic dancer named Mercedes were also missing. I’m hoping they were together, waiting for me, maybe huddled together. After kindly removing my bloody appendage from the chipmunk’s mouth, and scolding the little rat for taking advantage of a passed out traveler, I sat up and looked around. The tree was the same, but last time I checked Earth had a blue sky, not green, and we only had one moon not five. I think this situation might bump the pants down to priority two. The air smelled like rotten garbage mixed with old motor oil. The green sky was surprisingly clear and the five moons shone bright, lighting up the vast emptiness surrounding me. I’ve got an oak tree, a chipmunk, and no pants – what was in that last cocktail? This is either an incredibly vivid trip or the most elaborate hoax I’ve ever seen. I guess a distant third choice was that I wound up on some alien planet after having the most insane night ever. I think I’m going to have a flashback here…

     Things had started normal enough: dinner at Jimmy’s Fine Italian dining with my buddy Sal, then out to Bubble’s club on the west side – where there was this amazing act involving a…chipmunk! I knew I had seen that little guy before – he does good work! From there I was just a passenger in Ms. Cheeky LaPoosh’s limo. Cheeky kept plying me with social lubricant to get me to talk about what I do for a living, but why would Cheeky be interested in a trauma monkey like me. I told her I worked the late shift at the Emergency Center on the south side, the one in the neighborhood where gunshot wounds were passed out like popsicles on a summer day at kid’s camp. My job as a surgeon was a lot like an Asian kid in a Nike sweatshop – keep on sewing and keep the stitching tight. I suppose I was getting good at it – made employee of the month in June. But that was all she was getting out of me, at least at that moment.

     The limo stopped at a place called Flush and we all stumbled out. The bouncer recognized Cheeky and hurried us to a private booth in the back. And that’s when thing got interesting: a bottle of some unrecognizable liquid and 3-4 bags filled with an assorted rainbow of pills. I wasn’t the type to participate – I usually just watched and waited for someone to pass out, knowing first aid would be needed. I’m not sure if something fell into my drink or if it was deliberate, but I think I swallowed a green and a red, and maybe a blue. I do know that the room was spinning and I was either on the floor or the ceiling. I finally woke up in the back of the limo with Cheeky and Sal and 4-5 other people I didn’t recognize. A deep conversation about some pop psychology drivel was forming, something about hand washing and moral purity. The theory presented by the pleather couch brigade was that people who wash their hands frequently were more likely to be upstanding humans. Based on the amount of pills and alcohol consumed, this brood had certainly never washed their hands in their lives. But honestly, I couldn’t hear details over the roar of the freight train running through my head. Someone handed me a bottle of something and I drained it – thankfully it was only water. I leaned my head back against the window and closed my eyes.

     I was startled awake by a gunshot and a scream, the smell of gunpowder was close so “we” must’ve done the shooting. Of course, the sound of the scream was also close, so “we” must’ve been shot! One of the girls with us, a delightful stripper stereotypically named after a luxury automobile, Mercedes had shot Sal in the leg for having inappropriate body boundaries, which is normally appropriate, but there may or may not have been a transaction or barter. Can’t say I blame her either way. But eight years as a trauma surgery in the nastiest hospital in the metro-area had prepared me for this moment. I doused the wound with a half-bottle of Vodka then used the ice cube grabber to dig into the wound to remove the bullet. My tie made a decent tourniquet and then my Armani shirt became a compress. Did you know that Armani uses a specific type of wool found only in one particular area of Italy known for its high-absorbance properties – in fact after a rain, the sheep usually can’t move because of the amount of rain they soaked up. Crisis averted, I took away the gun from Mercedes and stuffed it in my suit coat pocket – why did she need a .40 S&W pistol with custom grips, easy-pull trigger, and 16-round high-capacity magazine? I suppose there are those out there that would question why I wouldn’t need one. Although, the thought occurred to me that we do live in a rather violent time in a violent city with creepy guys like Sal around.

     Sal was a little worn out at this point, wanting to go home. We dropped Sal off at his place, it was a dump – walking in you would think that the place was tossed by thieves looking for something, but no, Sal was just a slob. I made sure he was tucked in bed with some pain killers and the roaches. I figure I would check up on him tomorrow on the way to work. I glanced at the clock on the microwave while walking out the door, it screamed 3 A.M., plenty of night left.

I decided to hitch a ride back to my car with Cheeky. I had parked in a dimly light space on the second floor of the hospital parking garage. Cheeky invited me back to her place for a night cap. I figured it would be prudent to turn it down at this point and head home – plus after witnessing the shooting of my best friend, and the strange mixture of whatever I had taken earlier, I figured that would be the safest place for me.

Unlocking the door of my midnight black Mercedes-Benz AMG coupe, I sat in the plush leather sport seat for a moment to catch my breath. I had expected a simple dinner and maybe a few drinks, instead I wound up hanging out with a stripper queen named Cheeky, a gun wielding psycho, and had one hell of a headache. Time to go home, take some Tylenol, (yes, Doctors really recommend it) and go to bed!

I backed out of my space carefully. Despite my foibles, I was a fairly cautious driver, mostly. I cruised down the spiral to the garage exit. The road was empty, so I gave it a blast with my right foot. The twin turbo V-8 engine with excessive horses roared to life and left a decent strip of tire and smoke in my wake. The ridiculous zero-to-sixty time passed smoothly and the speedometer told me I hit 100 mph in around 6 seconds.

Yellow lines blurred into a paste smeared behind me as I cruised on the highway. I decided to take the long winding road, the path I rarely travelled. I had the speedo pegged at about 110 mph when a deer bound out into the middle of the road. Hitting anything at that speed is like running full speed into a brick wall – it’s going to hurt and something will break.

Blood splattered the windshield. I went off the road straight into a tree. I heard the bang, slam, and smelled the acrid smoke pouring out of the engine compartment. Hollywood would lead us to believe that the car would burst into flames at this point and then explode into a three-story fireball. Fortunately, fireballs don’t happen most of the time. The Mercedes was a crumpled mess. I survived, thank God for air bags, and opened the door – good engineering required that the door still be able to open in a catastrophic accident. The deer was in the middle of the road, writhing in pain.

     I never shot anything before, but the poor bastard didn’t deserve to go out like this – suffering from grievous wounds. The .40 S&W was a powerful, highly accurate round – the bullet caught the deer just below the eye socket, leaving a small entry wound but the back of its skull was blown out onto the asphalt. I figure that was the most decent thing I’ve ever done in my life.

     This is the point where I get a little fuzzy. I was standing there shaking from the crash and from putting the deer down and I remember a bright light. I heard a ringing in my ears and a loud sound like a bomb exploding – and no, it wasn’t the Mercedes exploding into a Bay-esque fireball, I checked.

And that’s when I woke up to being a chipmunk snack.

The green sky and the smell of the air had a disconcerting effect on my fragile mind. I had one weird night, but this was over the top. Where were my pants? I don’t swear much, but I feel that this circumstance warrants it. So I looked at the beautiful five moon sky and let out a stream of obscenities that would make a trucker blush.

Bearings. I needed to get my bearings. I was standing in a field next to an oak tree. The chipmunk was a sleep – maybe he was dead – I could only hope! I stretched my legs, after a nasty car crash you would think that I would start to feel sore or cramp up. I surprisingly felt…alive, like I could run, jump, or wrestle an angry chipmunk.

Scanning the horizon, I saw a glimmering object about 30 feet away, hoping it was my pants, I walked towards it. It wasn’t my pants, but the gun. I worked the action and checked the magazine like I’ve seen in the movies; I knew I had at least 2 bullets. I would imagine that having a loaded weapon in a strange world would have a calming effect, but I felt scared. Where was I? What would I face? How do I get home?

I decided to keep walking in the direction I found the gun, maybe my pants were close as well. In front of me was a dense forest of blue pine trees – not blue spruce, but actual blue pines. Was I in a Dr. Suess book? The important thing to note is that they smelled like pine trees, that sweet sappy smell that I love. I closed my eyes and breathed and it was as if I was at home in my backyard. I lived on 20 acres in the woods – I might be a highly-skilled medical doctor, but I was a country boy at heart. Pine has a calming effect on my spirit.

Venturing into the woods further, I crossed a creek that ran with green water. Flowing over rocks and around sand bars, I figured it was safe to drink, even if it seemed to have a high algae content, at least that’s what I figured it was. The banks of the creek were lined with broad leafed plants that formed natural cups. I plucked off the nearest leaf and dipped it into the cool, flowing water. I had to test it, so I dipped my pinky into the water – it didn’t burn or melt my finger off. Test one, successful. I dipped my finger in again and put a drop in my mouth. It was the best tasting water I have ever had in my life. Although it was cold, I felt warmth in my stomach. I took a long pull from the leaf and immediately felt refreshed. I drank until I was satisfied – about half of a leaf full of the amazing water.

I decided to keep moving, those pants weren’t going to find themselves.  After walking for what seemed like an hour, the forest started to thin out. I stopped at the edge of a clearing and there ahead of me was the most amazing sight I had ever seen in my life. A wall. This was a special wall, it was 100 feet tall – I guess. And it looked like it was made out of solid gold! But in my mind, all that mattered was that a wall meant civilization, that meant people, and that meant…pants.

The wall was a journey in itself. It took three hours of hiking around the circumference to find an entrance. The break in the wall was a wooden door, about 20 feet tall. There were cobwebs on the door and rust on the hinges – this obviously wasn’t the main gate. I tried the knob on the door, figuring it was locked. Surprisingly it was not and it opened rather easily. The door opened into the pitch black, but better there than in the woods – I was one step closer to pants.

I figured the room I stepped into was filled with books. There was that musty smell of old paper and leather, aged with time into a crisp mildewed odor mixing with the sweet mahogany of the bookshelves. I felt along the wall of the room for a switch, and was shocked to actually find one. I flipped the switch and a single light bulb flickered and began to give off a faint hum and then warmed into a steady dim glow. Sure enough, I was in a library or archive of some sorts, but from all the dust and spider webs I figure it hadn’t seen visitors in years.

The room wasn’t particularly large, about as big as a bedroom in a suburban house – one of those planned community things – little boxes as the song says. Shelves covered every wall floor to ceiling – and dust covered that. There were a few tables in the room, covered in books as well – stacks 10-12 books high in places, others were open and laying on top of the piles. The floor was just as dusty as the rest of the room and I didn’t see any footprints or signs of life – other than mine.

I had found civilization, but it sure seemed abandoned. I decided to look at the books that were open on the table to see if I could recognize anything about them. Imagine my surprise when I was able to read the writing! I picked up the book and sat in the only place in the room, a huge high backed wooden chair covered with intricate carvings in a foreign script. The seat was padded and covered in a rich red leather – and dust. I began reading the tome and found that it was a treatise on patience and I immediately wanted to skip that book to the next, but I decided to read a few paragraphs and found myself becoming calmer. As I read it seemed as though time stopped and I forgot I was in an alien environment. I finished the book and was amazed at the clarity and reasoning, I felt a measure of new confidence and security – was that book magic?

I picked another book from the pile; it had a wooden cover with the same intricate carvings as the chair, totally unrecognizable symbols. The book was heavy, much heavier than its size would let on, and after reading the first paragraph I figured out why it had so much weight – the subject matter was very deep.

A ship from a safe port had set out to sea, unsure of its destination. It began moving through the ocean in one direction and ran into a terrible storm. The waves pounded the ship and damaged the rudder. The poor ship was throw like a baseball from one wave to another, the sails were torn, and the crew was terrified.

When the storm had passed, the crew made a few repairs to the sails and started moving again, further into the ocean rather than back to the safety of the harbor. Another storm struck the vessel and tore at the mast and ripped at the crew, many lives were lost and the ship took on much water. But then calm came again and the remaining crew set about repairing what damage they could – a tattered sail with patches was the best they could muster. They continued on towards the open waters, hoping to find a new port for repairs. Eventually they came to a port, but it was filled with pirates and thieves, the crew barely escaped in their damaged ship.

Again they sailed out into the open ocean and finally, they ran into a hurricane. The waves ran higher than they had ever seen. The fierce wind hit like a sledgehammer. The ship, already damaged, was destroyed and the crew drowned in the horrible blackness.

The end of the book had a single note:

Think of your life as the ship and the storms as the trials you face. Do you continue aimlessly or do you return to your port of safety?

I sat for a moment after reading and wept. I realize that I had always lived my life going from crisis to crisis, my crazy night was a prime example. What did I need to learn from this?

That’s when I saw something that caught my eye on the table. A tall yellowed piece of parchment with bold lettering across the top: WANTED. The image was a familiar face – button nose, cruel eyes, buck teeth, and whiskers. Apparently his name was Charmine the Chipmunk. He was wanted for horrible, horrible crimes that I won’t mention here. Dead or Alive – I immediately felt for the gun tucked into my tattered underwear. How I wish I had pants!

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[kirishwima]

45. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” pidge to hunk?

oh i never wrote anything with them before! hope you like it ^^

from these prompts

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There’s a few things you should know about Pidge.First, she is not short, just growing.Second, yeah, she’s smart, but she can also deck you in a millisecond.

And third, she doesn’t dream.

Sure, you could attribute that to her fitful sleep and odd sleeping hours, her usual nap being her dozing off with a computer or a screwdriver in hand, the whirring of machinery lulling her into a sleepy haze until she wakes up a few hours later, groggy and disoriented and willing to commit arson for a cup of sweet delicious coffee, or the Altean equivalent of it anyway.

She did dream as a kid, but those dreams slipped her mind the moment she woke up, leaving her with a well-rested mind but no recollection of whatever it is that she’d dreamt.

She couldn’t ever forget her nightmares though.

They were rare and scarce, yes, but always loud and vivid, causing her to wake up in a cold sweat, sometimes screaming, waking up her mother who’d come rushing to her room, checking if everything was okay.

She still remembers the one a few nights before the Kerberos mission.

She found herself in the launching site, looking to the spacecraft with a wide smile, waving to her dad and brother, knowing that even though she couldn’t see them from the distance, they were definitely waving back, her brother crying even.

There was a buzzing sound, smoke from the craft as a fire started and with the traditional ‘3, 2, 1’, the craft flew, becoming a speck in the distance.Only instead of disappearing into the stratosphere, there was a thud, a quick short boom, a spark in the sky before red lights beamed all around her, the sound of screams and sirens oozing and surrounding her, the very ground she stood on shaky.

Looking up she saw a clutter of falling metal, and the realisation clicked; her eyes widened as her shoulders shook and she screamed louder than she’d ever did before, eyes brimming with tears-

-she woke up like that, Matt already kneeling besides her, stroking her hair and asking if she was okay.

The nightmares became worse after that.Maybe that’s why she started to sleep less and less.

But this time it was different.

This time, leaning across a column in the engine room of the Castle, she let her eyes fall shut, opting for a quick power nap rather than to get up and walk back into her room.

Her sleep, however, wasn’t grey and little.

She opened her eyes, and looked at her gloved hands, her vision tinted through the helmet she now recognised to be part of her paladin uniform, Bayard activated in her hand.

They were in the middle of a battlefield, the sound of buzzing and clanking all around, Keith to the side dueling with a few sentries, Lance close behind firing his gun towards them.

She looked to the side, noticing Hunk running and coming to a halt besides her, knocking an enemy right over her head.

“What are you doing!” He screamed over the sounds of battle, “That was dangerous! Snap out of it Pidge!”

She shook her head, trying to orientate herself.Was this-was this real?

With no way of knowing, she complied, turning to hit an enemy that ran to her side, coming to stand back-to-back with Hunk, helping each other out as the battle died out.

When the room was clear, a few fallen sentries left alive, their circuits jolting with electricity, they let their weapons drop, turning back into their original shapes and storing them into their belts.

Hunk laughed, wiping a hand over his brow, his helmet already tugged off.

“That sure was a tough one wasn’t it?” He wheezed, a smile on his lips despite his laboured breaths, “but we should be done. Now let’s get out of here!”

Pidge grinned. “It was alright”, she shrugged, laughing at the incredulous stare Hunk gave her.

“You got one hell of a stamina kid,” he huffed, walking towards the door with her in tow, “I’m too old for that.”

Pidge raised an eyebrow.“Hunk, you’re seventeen.”

“Yeah, so? I’m still three years older, I get to complain” he teased.

Before Pidge could tease back, tell him that if anything it’s Shiro who should be complaining, the battleship’s door swished open, a Galra soldier dashing through.

She tried to scream, to activate her Bayard when she noticed the soldier’s knife, aiming straight towards Hunk, but it was too late-the knife struck him chest-first, his eyes widening as she screamed, begged for him to be okay, cried out-

When she woke up her hand was outstretched just like in her dream, breaths jagged and rapid.

It took a moment for her to orientate, count her breaths, in and out, before she could get off the floor, shutting down the computer on her lap.

A quick look to her wrist watch alerted her that it was really late into the night-too late for anyone to be up really.

It’s not that she needed to find someone to talk to.It’s just that..she wasn’t used to waking up like this, alone and shivering, with no one already by her side and asking if she was okay.

Not knowing what to do with herself, she decided to take a stroll around the castle, passing by the paladin rooms.

She neared Hunk’s room, footsteps getting slower as she deliberated wether or not to knock on his door.

She knew that he’d never be mad at her for waking him up.The two had become fast friends thorough all of this ordeal, oftentimes reaching out to one another for an encouraging word or even a distraction.

But she also knew that this war had drained them all, fatigue in every single one of their movements. She didn’t want to take that away from Hunk.

With a sigh, she made to walk past, when the sound of clanking metal halted her in her steps, followed by a groan and a mumble that could only be Hunk’s.

She quirked an eyebrow but knocked on his door hesitantly, hearing more sounds of scraping metal as she waited.

“Come in!” came the hoarse reply.

She opened the door, standing short in the hallway for a moment.

Hunk was there, sitting hunched over his desk with all the lights on, pieces of metal and an open computer to the side while he tinkered with one thing or another, tongue sticking out to the side in concentration.

He only spared a glance at first towards Pidge, moving his face back down into his work, before pausing, turning back to her with furrowed brows.

“Pidgetron, my buddy, what’s up?”

Pidge hesitated but took a step into the room, coming to inspect whatever it is Hunk was working on.

“Couldn’t sleep. What’re you working on?”

She leaned in, looking to the lines of green lettered codes moving on the screen, wires peeking out and connecting onto the metal pieces Hunk held.

“I’m re-wiring some stuff for Shiro’s arm. I’m almost done but I just can’t figure this bit out-“ he huffed, pointing to a line of code on the screen, “it’s supposed to make the metal twitch, and instead it’s shooting down bolts of electricity!”

Pidge hummed taking a moment to read through it before tapping on the keyboard, changing just a few numbers here and there.

“Try it now.”

Hunk did, and the metal moved how he wanted it to, no dangerous jolts of electricity in sight.He squealed, bringing Pidge in for a celebratory hug.

“Bless you, bless your soul, bless your cow-“ he mumbled into the hug, making Pidge laugh and shake her head.

“You just didn’t catch it because you’re tired. We could’ve worked on it together in the morning anyway.”

Hunk raised an eyebrow.“Wait, what time is it?!” He asked, turning to the clock besides his bed and looking for the time, “wait, it’s like, 3.00 Vargas?”

“What are you even doing up and walking around in the first place?” He questioned her, eyebrows raising.

She shuffled on her feet, thinking of ways to answer.

She could lie, she figured, or just say she wasn’t tired. But the way Hunk looked to her, honest worry on his face, she couldn’t help but be honest, remembering Hunk’s bloodied expression in her dream, the way she screamed and run to him a moment too late.

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

To her surprise Hunk smiled, small and gentle.

“Why don’t you sit a bit? We can talk while I finish this” he said, nodding to his bed.

Pidge complied, heading over and flopping down on the edge of the mattress, body turned to face Hunk in his desk.

He clicked his tongue, “No dude, make yourself comfortable! It’ll be a while until I get these last few things done.”

“I could help you out?” She offered, ready to get back up, but Hunk waved a hand to stop her, turning back to his work.

“No no need, it’s just some last few tweaks anyway. I could use a distraction though, so just sit tight, get comfy” he shrugged.

Pidge said nothing but moved further into the bed, her back meeting the opposite wall.

They went back and forth talking about their day, about things they should do tomorrow, about gossips and aliens and conspiracies.

Pidge felt her eyelids getting heavier, by now already sprawled down on Hunk’s bed, the bright lights making her drowsy.

“You know,” she heard Hunk say, his voice faded, as if underwater, “from all the people I could’ve ended up thrown into space with, I’m glad it was with you.”

She smiled, the words pooling warmth in her chest.

“I am too. I’m happy I got to meet you.”

She doesn’t remember much after that.Her eyes fell shut, at some point the bright lights dimmed, and she could’ve sworn she felt a warm fabric fall over her, snuggling into it and hiding her face in it, breaths slow and even. Someone might’ve said something to her, but at that moment, she couldn’t be sure.

She may have had her first dream then.She can’t remember much, only feelings and colours, bright and fields of green, a smile etched on her face.

The next time she opened her eyes, the clock next to her said it was nearing noon.

She took a moment to take in her surroundings.She was covered with a blanket, Hunk’s table clock looking back at her, a note on a piece of paper scribbled and sitting besides it.

She pulled a hand out of the warmth of the blanket, lazily tugging at the note and bringing it in front of her face, words blurry until she noticed her glasses, carefully placed besides her.

“Hey Pidgetron, I’m cooking up a storm in the kicthen, come eat when u wake up! Rest well -Hunk” it said, a small doodle of a happy face and a frying pan sketched on the side.

Pidge smiled, folding the note and stuffing it in her pocket.

There was a remnant of last nights conversation still etched in her mind.

“I’m happy to have met you”“I’m glad it was with you”

She’d had enough of nightmares, knowing by now to distinguish dream from reality.

Still, it felt comforting to know; no matter what, there’ll always be someone to wake her up from nightmares.And who knows?

Maybe she’d start to dream more from now on.

******

i can’t believe this is the first time im writing from Pidge’s POV,, ;u;

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Replaceable Part 3!!

Lance was woken by the sound of the castle alarms blaring. He quickly rolled out of his bed and put on his armor. He took a quick look in the mirror to see how he looked. He is eyes were still puffy and red from all the crying, but if any of the others asked, he could simply blame it on the sleep. Running his fingers through his hair to make it look presentable, he took a final glance at his reflection and ran to along to the pounding sound of the alarms. Lance reached the room just as Hunk was. Hunk sent him a small smile, in which he returned. His smile quickly fell however when he turned to look at Keith, who was clearly trying to ignore him, not even looking in his direction. Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. *No. No more crying.* Allura clapped her hands together, getting the attention of the team. "Okay, Paladins! We'll be arriving on the planet in just a few ticks, so just a quick reminder that this alliance is very crucial to Voltron and stopping Zarkon. Everyone must be on their best behavior! We have to make sure that we secure this alliance, no matter what!" *Oh yeah...* Lance thought. *I completely forgot about the alliance..* "Princess, we are now landing!" "Thank you, Coran. Alright Paladins! Let's greet our, hopefully, new alliances!" As Lance stepped onto the foreign planet, he looked around in awe. It was beautiful here. There were enormous, strange looking buildings that looked like skyscrapers. The planet reminded him of New York, only there was a peaceful, calm aura surrounding the place. It was clear to see that this alien race was very civilized and advanced with technology, which also meant weaponry. They would definitely be a powerful ally for Voltron and the fight against Zarkon. Allura led them to a large building that resembled a mansion, but it appeared to be made out of an iridescent, chrome material. Coran stepped forward. "It's made out of a material that's virtually indestructible. And you may have noticed that you can't see into the building, but once you are in the inside, you can see the outside. I believe you have something similar on Earth. Two-way mirror is it?" Pidge nodded with her mouth hung open while the other paladins looked around in awe. "It's beautiful." Shiro murmured. Lance nodded in agreement. He could feel the excitement bubble up inside him as they drew nearer to the entrance. When they entered the building, Lance was not disappointed. It appeared as though there was some sort of celebration going on. Hundreds of chandeliers made out of glowing blue crystals hung from the ceiling, creating a soft blue hue to light up the room, giving a calming effect. Rows and rows of tables were lined up, displaying an endless buffet of food Lance had never seen before. The aliens there were all dressed in various ball gowns, some of which seemed to sparkle like it was made entirely out of crystals and jewels. And there was music softly playing in the background. Everything was breathtakingly beautiful. One of the older looking aliens recognized them and walked over to Allura. "Ah, hello Princess Allura. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Allura bowed deeply. "The pleasures all mine, Queen Lilith. I would like the introduce my Paladins, the team of Voltron." The Queen's eyes shined as she gazed at them. "Yes, yes! I would like to thank you for everything you have done so far. The task you have been assigned is very challenging and dangerous. It is quite impressive the things you have accomplished." The Queen turned to Allura. "Now, I do believe we have business matters to discuss. Paladins, please enjoy yourselves. This party was thrown for you after all." The team sheepishly gave their thanks. Lance turned to the party, eyes alight. *Finally, time to relax and have some fun!* ~~~~~ Everything was going amazingly. Lance's belly was stuffed with delicious food, everyone he talked to was incredibly respectful and kind. He was...happy. He smiled genuinely for the first time in what a felt like a very long time. Everything was going perfect. That was until he talked to Hunk. Lance noticed Hunk talking to a trio of female aliens who were all wearing elegant gowns. They were all giggling as Hunk was flushed red and rubbing the back of his neck. Lance knew that look. Hunk was uncomfortable. What kind of friend would he be if he didn't come in the save the day for his best bud, his right hand man? So, Lance made his way to them. "So, what are you lovely ladies doing this fine evening?" One of them turned and giggled. "Oh, we were just asking Hunk here about his adventures as a Paladin." The alien let her hand trail down Hunk's arm. "He's very strong and brave. And quite cute if I'm being completely honest." The others around them giggled in agreement. Lance chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news ladies, but Hunk right here." He threw an arm around Hunk's shoulders. "He's already a taken man." Lance felt Hunk stiffen underneath his arm. "Lance, what are you-" "And who is the lucky lady to have such a handsome defender of the universe?" One of the girls pouted. "Well beautiful, that would be one rock hard gal by the name of Shay. You see, from the first time Hunk looked at her, he was smitten. You should of heard him-" "Lance, can I talk to you for a second?" Hunk interrupted. Before Lance could reply, Hunk dragged him away from the group, and to a secluded corner. "Hey, what's up buddy?" Lance grinned. "Don't 'buddy' me." His smile fell. "What was that all about?!" "Wha-what?" "Who gave you the right to just start running your mouth about my feelings or relationships?" Lance slowly took a step back. "I-I'm sorry, Hunk. You just looked uncomfortable and I thought-" "No. That's just it. You didn't think at all." Hunk gave him a hard look. "Did you ever think how that made me feel? Lance, that was embarrassing! Shay and I aren't even dating, and the only reason I told you that I liked her is because you're supposed to be my best friend!" "Hunk, I am your best friend!" "A best friend wouldn't just spill out the inner most secrets to compete strangers! I thought I could trust you. I guess I was wrong." Lance could feel the familiar heat behind his eyes. "H-Hunk.." "Just leave me alone, Lance. And just try to think of others feelings before you think of yourself. And stop trying to 'help' me. You've done enough 'helping' already." With that, Hunk turned and left. Lance stood frozen, unmoving. Feeling the heat increase and the water beginning to form in his eyes, he quickly left. He had to get out of there. He couldn't cry in front of these people, he would just ruin the alliance. *Just like I ruin everything else. But where could I go?* Then, someone was calling to him in his mind. *Blue.* Lance ran back to the castle, avoiding his teammates. He couldn't let them see him like this. When he got to Blue's hangar, he could already feel himself starting to crumble. The dam behind his eyes cracked and the tears began to flow. He ran to Blue as she lowered her head and open her mouth for him to enter. Lance threw himself into the pilot chair, drawing his knees to his chest and allowing the tears to flow freely. "Blue, why do I have to mess up everything? I try to help, but I just end up making a bigger mess of things. I knew I didn't belong here. I was never meant to be a paladin of Voltron. I'm just a weak, pathetic, excuse of a pilot. Keith was right. I'll never be a true pilot of Voltron. All I am is a cargo pilot." Lance muttered bitterly. Blue tried to send him comforting thoughts, reassuring him that he did belong and that she CHOSE him to be here paladin, but Lance ignored her, letting the grief and shame consume him. ~~~~~ Lance was still in the castle with Blue when he heard a thunderous crash outside, followed by several screams of panic. He ran to the nearest window to see what caused the commotion. When Lance glanced toward the sky, he gaped at what he saw. A large Galra ship was hovering in the air, and it suddenly projected a hologram of a scarred, angry Galra. "Paladins of Voltron, I am here in behalf of Zarkon. We know you're here! If you do not reveal yourselves, this planet will perish." Lance watched as Hunk, Pidge, Keith, and Shiro ran outside the building, facing the hologram. "Ah, there you are." "What do you want from us!?" Shiro shouted. "Hmmm..I actually have a deal to offer." *A deal..what could he possibly have to offer that would interest us?* Lance pondered. "Do not think we haven't noticed that you have stolen information from our database, but what caught my attention was what you specifically searched. It appears that you are looking for your fellow species, one that shares DNA to the Green paladin." Lance gasped as he saw Pidge pale. "Where are they?! What do you know?! TELL ME!!!" Pidge screamed. "Haha, be patient gremlin. We do have the information about these humans you are looking for, possibly even their coordinates. But in exchange for your the information, you have to prove your strength to me and pry the information from myself. Let me see the strength a member of Voltron has." The others sneered and shouted at the Galra while Lance set his jaw. He knew what he had to do. ~~~~~~ "I'm going." "No Shiro, if you go, who'll lead Voltron? There's a very high chance that whoever goes will not come back alive." "It's either I'm going, or no one is going, and that's final." The team was still arguing when they were caught off guard by thunderous laughter. "Ahahaha!! It appears we have a challenger!" The team whip around, just in time to see the Blue lion headed straight toward the ship. The Glara ship begins to take off, the Blue lion right on its tail. "LANCE!!" The team ran after them, but they were slowly losing ground. Shiro quickly turned on his communications in his helmet, allowing the others to hear. "Lance! Lance! Do you copy?!" "I hear you loud and clear, Cap!" "Lance, what the quiznak do you think you're doing?! Get back here right now! That's an order!!" "Sorry Shiro, but I can't do that. I'm getting that info." "Lance, you can't do this; it's a suicide mission!!" Shiro screamed desperately. "That's okay Shiro. I'll do whatever I can to help my team, especially if it's concerning their family. I may never get to mine again, so if there is a chance that I can help any of you get back with your family, I'll always step up to the plate. It's time that I tried to do something right, instead of being a disappointment to the team and ruining everything. Besides." Lance chuckles weakly and let's a few more tears escape, dripping off his chin onto the control panel. "I'm replaceable."

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on a doubles mission keith hits his head and has temporary memory loss, doesnt remember going into space. lance tries to help?

OwO yes

A groan made LAnce exhale in releif only for it to get blow away at the words that left the red paladins lips right after.

  “Where the fuck am I?” Lance pushed himself over to where he had seen Keith dissapear among the rouble. “And why the fuck is the sky green?” Keith was talking, Lance was glad, but not sure if he was glad about what Keith said.

  “Keith, you okay, buddy?”

  “...what?” Lance heard some shuffling before a loud string of curses fell from Keith’s lips. and Lance was so glad Shiro wans’t wiht them.

  “Hang on, buddy I’m comming.”

  “Who are you? and why can i hear your voice but not see you?”

  “Keith... you’re starting to scare me.”

  “Who the fuck is Keith?”

Lance stumbled before he rushed ahead faster, he scrambled up the pile of rocks he knew Keith gotten blown behind. he looked over the edge to find how Keith was lying on his back, the left side of his face covered in red.

  “Keith!” Lance called as he skidded down the pile so halt at the platou before he jogged over to Keith’s side. “Are you okay?”

  “Am I dead?” Lance blinked

  “What?”

  “I must be, because you’re an angel.”

  “I know you love cryptids, Keith, but i didn’t think you belived in angels.” Lance helped Keith up to his feet.

  “I still wonder who that Keith is?”

  “That’s... your name.”

  “It is?” Keith asked, blinking at him, eyes slightly unfocused. “What kind of name is Keith?”

  “Don’t ask me buddy, come on, we got to go, the castle will patch you right up. If i know Red right, she’s on the way right now.”

  “Red- Who? What castle?” they passed the hill of rocks jsut as a rumble reached their ears and Red landed hevily before them, lowering her head and opening her maw. Lance winched and felt his whole budy pull tight when Keith screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? OH MY GOD! I’M NOT IN HEAVEN I’M STUCK IN SOME HORRIBLE MECHA ANIME!” Lance grabbed ahold of Keith’s arms turning him aroudn untill Keith was face to face with him.

  “This is Red, the Red Lion of Voltron, She is your lion, you are her paladin, Get a grip already!, you’re more freaked out than Hunk when we all got stuck in space!”

  “Wha- WHAT?!” KEith shouted looking aroudn with wide eyes.

  “We went on a mission to get a hily explosive mineral, you the hotheaded idiot worked ot fast and got yourself and the left wall flying. i got the minerals in the saftey pack. All we got to do is get bakc to the others and get you in a healing pod.”

  “So we’re not on earth.” Keith stated, complealty ignoreing what Lance just said

  “We’re not on earth.” Lance stated.

  “And that Alien mecha cat, lion thingy is mine?” Lance nodded.

  “Oh my god. Aliens are real.”

  “KEITH YOU’RE LITTERARY HALF ALIEN!” LAnce barked patient running out. he thought he heard red laugh at him.

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Victory of the Daleks (Doctor Who S05E03)

Today Jon is forced to watch and recap “Victory of the Daleks”, the third episode of Doctor Who’s fifth series. The Doctor has to head back to World War II to help out his old buddy Winston, but he soon learns that Churchill’s gotten in over his head. Can the Doctor keep England from losing the War and stop the return of an old foe?

Keep reading to find out…

Eli, you’re an unstoppable machine when it comes to churning out fantastic reviews! I knew that dastardly Buddy was up to no good because of my past experience with Milo O'Shea in Barbarella, but I wanted him to be okay in the end, too. And I love that Winston Churchill is a bridge between our two recaps! I don’t know why I’m so emotionally invested in the epic saga that is The Story of Rose and Charlie, but I really liked that this episode helped establish that more for you. 

For now, though, buttocks tight!

Episode directed by Andrew Gunn and written by Mark Gatiss

In the Cabinet War Rooms, Prime Minister Winston Churchill is reminiscing on his brief tryst with a beautiful young Sicilian waitress and checking on the status of an approaching group of German planes. They’re out of normal range, but Churchill says it’s time to roll out the Brits’ new secret weapon. It’s… a Dalek!

Holy shit!

After the opening credits, the TARDIS arrives on the scene and the Doctor is greeted by a bunch of armed soldiers. Churchill arrives and the Doc gives some introductions for Winston and Amy. Churchill wants a TARDIS key, because he could achieve a hell of a lot with that kind of technology at his disposal, but the Doc turns him down. This is standard repartee for the two of them, and soon they’re headed off for the War Rooms. Turns out Churchill called the Doc, like, a month ago, but the War’s still raging and another formation of Jerry planes is on the way. Churchill says he’s got something to show the Doc and takes him and Amy up to the roof. En route the Prime Minister explains that he’s going to take advantage of any tool at his disposal to fight the Nazis.

On the roof, Amy and the Doctor are introduced to Professor Edwin Bracewell, head of the Ironsides project. Amy is horrified by the devastated London laid out before them, but the Doc says it’s history. The enemy squadron is close, and Bracewell’s Ironsides quickly take them out. The Doctor’s heard the sound of those weapons before. He comes face to face with an Ironsides, but it’s not a bit of WWII claptrap… it’s a Dalek!

Holy shit!

Only, it says it doesn’t know who the Doctor is. It says it’s a servant to the British people, and its only goal is to win the War. Back in Churchill’s office, the Doc tries to explain the threat the Daleks pose, but Churchill doesn’t buy it. Bracewell has apparently invented the Ironsides, and they’re just too powerful to pass up. Churchill called the Doc a month ago because he thought they were too good to be true, but they’ve proven themselves invaluable to the war effort. The Doc asks Amy to tell Churchill how dangerous the Daleks are, only she can’t, because she’s never heard of them. For some reason she has no memory of the Battle of Canary Wharf or the whole Stolen Earth incident. That’s weird, because she definitely should remember the Earth being dragged halfway across the universe and invaded by hostile Daleks. The Doc says it’s not possible for her to have forgotten, but here we are.

The Doc wants to know what the Dalek are up to, and Amy, not knowing the danger she’s in, just walks up to one of the Ironsides and asks if it’s an alien. It says it’s a soldier and it has a job to do. The Doc tries again to convince Churchill to destroy the Ironsides, but he refuses. The Doc lays his cards on his table: the Daleks are his oldest and most dangerous foes. They have no empathy or pity or value of non-Dalek life. Churchill says if Hitler invaded Hell the Prime Minister would side with the Devil if he had to. The all clear alarm sounds and Churchill shuffles off as the Doctor tells Amy that the Daleks are made of pure hatred and he’s going to prove it.

He goes to Bracewell’s lab. Bracewell and Amy bond over being Scottish and the Doc asks Bracewell where he got the idea for the Ironsides, and he says inspiration just comes to him. The Doctor says that whatever the Daleks have promised him, they’re not gonna give it to him. An Ironsides offers him some tea, and the Doc’s had enough. He begins whacking it with a wrench and orders it to fight back. He finally tells it that he’s the Doctor and it’s a Dalek, and it says he’s right. It’s gotten the testimony it wanted the whole time, and it transmits it to a Dalek craft hidden behind the moon. The Doctor’s admission of his identity activates a progenitor, and the Daleks are done playing nice. They vaporize a few marines and then blow Bracewell’s hand off. Turns out, Bracewell didn’t create the Ironsides; the Daleks created him. He’s an android, and now a one-handed android at that.

The Daleks declare victory and then beam back to their ship. The Doctor rushes back to the TARDIS and tells Amy to stay put with Churchill. The Brits know where the Dalek ship is up in the sky, but they’re stuck on Earth. The TARDIS lands inside the Dalek craft and he emerges to greet his enemies. They’re ready to exterminate him, but he produces some sort of pastry and says it’s a TARDIS self-destruct mechanism. He threatens to blow the TARDIS and take the Daleks with it if they even scan the not-really-a-device. The Daleks, the most fearsome creatures in the universe, buy this. They explain that after Davros’ reality bomb plan fell apart a single Dalek ship survived and fell through time only to end up here. They found a progenitor device, which contains pure Dalek DNA. They’re going to use it to create a whole new fleet of Dalek warriors. They needed Bracewell as a smokescreen to lure the Doctor here and give testimony that they are, in fact, Daleks, because for some reason the progenitor won’t recognize them.

The Daleks play their ace in the hole. They can’t destroy Earth, but they send a signal to the city which causes all the lights to turn on. Every building will be clear as day to the Germans, and they’re practically an open invitation for German bombs. Jerries are already on their way, and Amy says they can’t just sit here. She realizes Bracewell is their own ace in the hole and she and Churchill go to his lab. The Doc threatens to blow up the TARDIS again if the Daleks don’t turn off the lights, but they tell him to leave and let them go. Their only goal is to avoid extinction, but the Doc says he won’t let them get away again. Too late, though, as the progenitor has finished creating a new Dalek paradigm. The new Daleks are bigger (and more colorful!) and more imposing than their creators.

Back on Earth, Bracewell is ready to kill himself, but Amy and Churchill arrive in time to stop him. Bracewell is confused; the Daleks gave him false memories, and he doesn’t understand who or what he is. Amy tells him she understands where he’s coming from, but right now the humans need him to fight the Daleks. Bracewell’s been working on a gravity bubble thingamajig, and Churchill says it’s time to party. The new Daleks quickly label their creators as impure and inferior. The old Daleks agree and allow themselves to be exterminated. The new Daleks, who are now the only Daleks, recognize the Doctor and are ready to exterminate him, as well, but he tries his pastry bluff again.

The white Dalek breaks down the color-coded power structure of the new Dalek paradigm; the white Dalek is the supreme, blue is the strategist, red is the drone, orange is the scientist, and yellow is the eternal. Got it? Good, because that’ll definitely come up later. At some point. Bracewell’s space planes launch while the Daleks figure out the pastry is just a pastry. The Daleks still don’t exterminate the Doctors as they’re interrupted by the approach of the space planes. The Doc’s able to let the planes know where to shoot and make it back to the TARDIS. Two of the three planes are quickly destroyed, and they can’t damage the Dalek craft. The Doc sets about lowering the Dalek defenses and the dish sending out the signal to the lights of London is destroyed.

The plane comes back around to destroy the Dalek ship, but the Daleks tell the Doctor to call off the attack or they’ll activate Bracewell. Oh, but the way, Bracewell is powered by an oblivion continuum, which is, like, a really big bomb. The Doctor has to decide between stopping the Daleks and getting to Bracewell before he can detonate. The Doc calls off the attack and gets the TARDIS back to Earth, but, no surprise, the Daleks activate the oblivion continuum anyway. The Daleks time jump away and the Doc gets Bracewell talking about his implanted memories. That’s somehow going to stop him from detonating. He begins spilling his beans, but it doesn’t do the trick. Time for Amy to save the day again! She gets Bracewell thinking about an old bae of his, Dorabella, and that does the trick.

The Doctor’s saved Earth (actually Amy did it), but he feels the Daleks have beaten him. Amy cheers him up and he admits saving Earth is pretty great. A bit well the Doc’s gotten rid of all of the alien technology lying around, despite Churchill’s protest. The Prime Minister asks the Doc to stick around and help him win the War, but the Doctor says England’s in good hands as it is. The two hug, and Churchill pickpockets the TARDIS key from the Doc. Amy, who refuses to stop saving the day, catches this in time and gets the key back. Bracewell thinks he has to be deactivated, and the Doc knows he should, but he lets Bracewell escape to go track down Dorabella and live some kind of life.

Amy reflects on the Doctor having serious enemies out there, but she’s not scared into going home. The Doc still doesn’t understand why she didn’t know about the Daleks, and that’s worrying him. They reenter the TARDIS and it departs, revealing a crack like the one that was in Amy’s old bedroom wall.

The End

~~~~~

I just can’t get enough of those lovable tin cans! It was really nice to see the Daleks again, and I really liked the look of their new design. Churchill was a lot of fun, too, and it was really nice to see Amy saving the day left and right. I didn’t quite get how Bracewell believing in his humanity stopped the bomb from going off, though. I mean, he didn’t have any control over the bomb beginning to detonate, so I’m not sure why he had any control over it not going off. And, I mean, I hate to be that guy, but Bracewell isn’t human. I don’t think that diminishes his right to exist as a sapient being, but at the end of the day he’s an intelligent machine. And from what I gathered, his false memories are real memories from a real dude, so there’s a real Dorabella out there who was really in love with the person whose memories Bracewell ended up with. Bracewell isn’t that person and Dorabella’s never met him before, so I don’t know if I can accept that the two of them are going to live happily ever after together. The more I think about this the more it falls apart, so I’m going to stop dwelling on it. Something else that fell apart for me was the Doctor’s moral choice in the end. He had to know the Daleks weren’t going to keep their word and not detonate Bracewell, right? I mean, they’re Daleks! Not keeping their word is their whole thing! He knew the threat Bracewell posed and he had to at least think he had a chance of stopping the detonation, so why not blow up the Dalek ship and then take care of the bomb issue?

Those logical issues aside, I didn’t hate the episode. I’m not sure I can say I’m any more warmed up to this new Doctor, but nothing I saw in this episode made me like him less, at least. 

I give “Victory of the Daleks” QQQ½ on the Five Q Scale.

Tune in again on Tuesday when Eli will fight for his man with his recap of the next episode of The Golden Girls, “The Artist”, and then on Wednesday we’ll keep this train a-runnin’ with the next episode of Doctor Who, “The Time of Angels”.

Until then, thanks for reading, thanks for KBO and thanks for being One of Us!

[greenflamedwriter]

First Draft. Part One

Thinking back on it now, lance has never made any good decisions in all of his life. Falling from heaven, was not on his to do list.

He fumbled around like a newly born deer, unable to walk unable to communicate, and there were so many rules he needed to know to survive, he thought other fallen angels would help him.

But they cast him aside.

Lance didn’t understand it at first, the sneers and glances they gave him. Until he heard others gossip thinking he couldn’t hear them.

“He choose this! No one wanted to fall for something as stupid as he did.”

Oh.

He began to ignore them and kept to himself at first it was fine.

That was until the hunger started.

The raw hunger was new, it burned him from the inside out, he had no idea how to stop it. He knew he craved something, anything !

Eating human food helped for a while but it didn’t take away the pain.

Then one day he saw a demon, and he was...handsome. Not that Lance cared about that sort of thing, but he was someone that made Lance breath stutter and freeze in his tracks.

His human side that was.

Lance could tell he was a demon, just by his scent, his mannerisms, but what he truly looked like Lance figured he would never know. His every instinct told Lance not to get involved to go the other way and avoid him.

Then Lance’s eyes trailed to the woman hanging of the demons arm, tugging him playfully towards somewhere.

Lance’s feet moved on their own, curiosity dragged him from heaven before, why not follow it further?

The demon took her home and Lance watched from the rooftop of another street, perched on the edge like a gargoyle.

He saw the two going into her room he presumed, he waited for the demon to pounce and wondered if he’d be witnessing a murder.

What happened...was not what he was expecting.

The demons warm smile, that even gave Lance butterflies, changed and even the hungry look in his eye was indescribable.

Both the demon and human started taking of their clothes, Lance gasped and covered his eyes. An Angel- no wait, ex-angel- Couldn’t watch this, he’s never seen this before. He’s heard of it, it was the main reason why most angels fell in the first place.

But he’d never, oh my god- he was going to hell! Lance’s heart beat thumped against his chest like a twittering bird.

He peeked through his fingers feeling his heart sky rocket as he saw in full detail what this demon was doing. Oh god he could still see his face, until the demon looked up their eyes locked.

Lance gasped and fell backwards, falling off of the ledge and onto the rooftop. He groaned more than winded until he realised what happened and crawled over the wall covering his mouth.

He saw him! Now Lance was full out panicking, what the hell was he going to do?

“What are you doing here!?”

A voice growled behind him, Lance all but screamed and whipped around, his white wings fluttering behind him. The demon flew above him with a beat of his bat like wings he landed before the angel.

His yellow eyes scrunched into a snarl, his horns haphazard and broken, unlike Lance’s halo that was still intact.

Lance was petrified.

“Kid, I don’t actually enjoy voyeurism so you tell me what was…” The demon paused as it took in Lance’s wings, still white and halo still intact except for that tell tale hairline fracture at the centre.

Shiro reached out and grabbed his wing, Lance panicked trying to move back and his other wing spasmed his body reacting at the danger, his thoughts only screaming red-alarms.

He’s going to rip my wings off!

“Keep still.” Lance stopped instantly, biting his cheek to stop himself from crying.

The demons eyes dragged from his wings, as some feathers molted to the floor, to his face.

“When did you fall?” The demon asked, Lance was unsure of answering until he saw the flex of fingers on his wing and gasped out “A-A few months ago.”

The demon drew back, slowly letting for of his wings, the angel gave a sigh of relief. Until the other spoke.

“And how long have you been starving yourself?”

Lance eyes flickered, starving?

He asked those sentiments himself, the demon only growled and lunged forward. Lance cried out about to fall over the side of the rooftop, about to eat concrete-

- Then his whole world snapped to a stop.

As lips crashed onto his, Lance was too stunned to move. Until he felt a tongue probe forwards and slip into his mouth he gasped, and the demon slotted forward keeping him still by gripping his wings.

Lance buckled trying to shift, until he felt something warm travel down his throat and he gasped, as that long simmering burn he once felt in his stomach diminished like a cold bucket of water.

The demon pulled back “That, is what you need to feed. The essence of humans, make them pray for you, believe in you- fear you or...the most simplest way is to have carnal relations with them and draw out their essence.”

Lance was too busy being shocked that he was just kissed...by a demon.

“Why did no one tell you this?”

Lance looked up at the demon still processing, until he realised what he said “I....maybe it’s because I didn’t really fall, like….like they did.”

The demon crossed his arms “Really? I doubt it’s that different to the others, let me guess you missed your old life and wished to return.” Lance shook his head.

“You had tempting sinful thoughts-”

“God no!”

Lance didn’t have to tell him, but the demon felt less...horrible than the others, and this was the first time anyone had talked to him. Lance was going out of his mind being unseen by the others and ignored. Call him a little desperate.

“I fell in love, okay? I know it’s stupid as soon as I fell down here she died. I’m stuck and she’s gone and it’s pathetic. The others wanted nothing to do with me, that I actively choose this while they feel cheated.”

The demon said nothing and Lance started playing with his wings, the demon gave a tut and grabbed his arm.

“Wh- What are you-”

“Shut up, you should be grateful that I’m taking you under my wing.” Lance gaped and tried to look at him properly “And I’m supposed to follow you?I don’t even know who you are-”

The demon looked back with a smirk “My name is Kuro, there. Not strangers...”

.....Years Later....

Lance was on his own, looking seriously at a poster chart for a space program.

He might as well right? He was practically immortal, better to start now than never.

He glanced at the poster and gaped “That son of a bitch.”

Right there looking like a ray of sunshine was Kuro, he was a senior cadet and already had missions in space already.

Lance grit his teeth together. he thought he was done with that demon. But no matter what Lance did he couldn't escape him!

He was calling himself Shiro now (White? HAH!) He was acting like some goody two shoe poster boy and Lance saw through that act like clear glass.

He knew why the demon was doing it though, Shiro was looking for alternate ways to feed, humans weren’t stupid. They were becoming more aware of them, demons and fallen angels. Although they did call their kind vampires, some sort of superstition at least.

Still better safe than sorry, not to mention the surplus population the ratio of humans to their kind was not enough.

It was better to look for alternate food sources while they could.

Lance though, he wanted to return back to the stars. He knew heaven wouldn't take him back but…just a touch of his outstretched fingers would be enough.

Although knowing Shiro was here made him almost reconsider.

But… being on earth...alone. He fell for a reason to stay on Earth with the one he loved. But now he would do anything to get away from the reminder.

Then Shiro got lost in space, and Lance well- he cackled like an idiot. He didn't mean to it was just, Kuro finally goes in space ister big bad I'm going to fix the food shortage problem and ends up vanishing like a fucking idiot.

Lance laughed, then got punched by Keith Kogane.

He wasn't laughing now, at least he took Keiths spot as a fighter pilot. But it didn't feel earned even the flight instructors got in his face about it.

Lance held back on so many choice words, he was an angel for crying out loud he could suck everyone in this room dry till they were crumpled corpses.

But if he said that outloud you gotta believe everyone would take that wrong.

Later that night, feeling antsy and starving he convinced Hunk to go to the next town other to meet some girls.

Then he spotted Pidge.

And curiosity got the best of him yet again, he needed to stop following that thing but what was the worst that could happen?

He followed Pidge onto the roof where a meteor landed right outside of their base. Weird coincidence but whatever.

Then Pidge hacked into their video feeds.

“Is it the aliens? Oh God they came here so quick.”

It turned out to be Shiro strapped to a table.

God why couldn’t he escape him!?

They all agree to save Shiro not until another player joins the field, and it happens to be Keith.

Could this day get any more better?

He followed Keith into the make shift tent and watched as the kid pulled down his mask and tilt Shiro's face.

"Shiro?"

Then Lance saw it, Keith's devotion- and understand why he punched Lance before.

And something ugly twisted inside of Lance's chest.

"Uh-uh, Oh no. I'm saving Shiro!" Lance said forcefully pushing the table out of the way and grabbing Shiro's...robotic arm?

The fuck did this guy even do in space?

"Who are you?"

Lance raised an eyebrow, was this guy serious?

Well guess you can't remember everyone you punch.

"Uh, Guys?" Hunk called out worried "I think we have company."

"Ah shit."

They managed to avoid the garrison, and death from Keith's reckless driving and made it to his shack in one piece.

Lance collapsed onto his couch, welp there goes the space program. He could probably try again in a couple of years when the garrison forget all about him.

Keith growled "Help me!" Lance flinched and saw Keith drag Shiro towards a door, maybe the bedroom?

"You look like you have it covered buddy."

"Get the fucking door!" Keith yelled his voice pitching, Shiro must be heavier than he thought.

Lance took his time in opening the door and Keith huffed, there was a bed that Keith placed him on once Shiro was settled did Keith go towards the closet and grab some clothes.

Lance glanced at Shiro and frowned, the white streak in his hair was new, and the scar across his nose....

did Lance feel bad for him...?

Nah! Of course not, Shiro was unkillable. He was like Samuel Jackson in hitmans body guard.

Still it was taking a while so Lance took a step back "I'll leave you to it, he'll probably get spooked if there's more than one person in here."

Keith just grunted and Lance just sighed and left the room, shutting the door with a slam, after walking out into the hallway he heard Pidge and Hunk.

"The Anaesthetic should be wearing off soon." Pidge said, still typing on her computer.

"I know but it's taking so long- the garrison is going to kill us Pidge, and the aliens? Are they here, I'm freaking out."

Lance grimaced and stepped inside "Hunk, it'll be fine. Once Shiro wakes up everything will be all sorted out. All we have to do is wait."

Waiting turned into an hour....then a few more minutes. In that time Hunk was looking at Keiths wall and announced he could find Voltron with a geiter meter. He has just now finished it.

Having nothing left to do, Lance walked towards the bedroom to tell Keith the good news.

They should at least prepare until Shiro wakes up.

Lance opened the door “Hey Keith-” He stopped to see both Shiro and Keith making out, Lance should’ve figured, Shiro was starving for...who knows how long. It still pissed him off though.

The two stopped startled and looked at him in surprise, Lance beamed.

"Lance get out!" Keith squeaked, Lance couldn’t help it his smile spread further.

"Oho! I'm sorry," He dodged a flying shoe still smiling like a chesire cat "But Hunk has that geiter meter finished,"

Keith's paused "Wait, really- Shiro C'mon!"

Keith ran past them grabbing his shoe along the way, Lance leaned against the door frame with a smirk.

Shiro scowled, and grabbed his shirt pulling on the sleeves and doing up his jacket.

"You did that on purpose," he prowled forward making Lance look up.

“So what if I did?”

Shiro took a breath then exhaled resigned, "Lance, about where we left things off...." He was going to apologise, Lance couldn't believe it. There was no way.

"I wish I had left sooner."

Lance gave a slow blink "What?"

Shiro shrugged, still blissfully unaware "I think taking you under my wing,"

Taking? More like grooming.

"Was okay, but I think just knowing me instead of branching of to the others is why we resent each other."

wrong, so so wrong.

"Thanks for saving me, but Keith and I can handle this, so you could just go back to the garrison-”

"Fuck you Kuro."

Shiro stopped talking and finally looked at Lance who was visibly shaking "When they said you vanished you know what I thought? Thank god."

Sure he wished Shiro was lost in space he didn't want the guy dead though, he didn't have to know that.

"I saved you since you helped me back there, so you have nothing to hold over me. But don't start acting like a guardian now especially with how much you fawn over your god damn precious golden boy-"

"Lance-"

"Save it. We're finding this Voltron and reporting back to the garrison and then I am done with you." Lance turned around then whipped back around pointing at Shiro.

"I wanted to leave Earth to get rid of my demons."

Shiro's eyes widened in hurt, Lance walked back towards the sitting room where Hunk and Pidge were suspiciously quiet he glanced at Keith and almost flinched when the others eyes flashed at his.

What was his problem?

Shiro came out of the room looking sour and drained, oh yeah he was hungry and was about to use Keith as a meal. Lance's smirk grew, serves him right.

End of Chapter one

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Angel Dialouge.

_Kuro opened the door to his (now shared) apartment and paused when he looked up. He still wasn't used to the sight.

Lance likes heights to remind himself how he had never fallen."

"Admiring the view?"

"I like the height, it's almost like I..."

"Oh, how was your day?"

"Better,"

-Kisses Lance This wasn't a permanent arrangment, once Lance figured it out himself he'll leave. And Kuro can continue on like normal.

"Scoot over."

"T-thank you

"You're welcome

"Do you want to fly with me?

You do still remember?" He asked.

"Well duh, You do realise you're looking at the fastest flyer in Celestia?" "Uh I mean-"

"Well if you're that good, you're going to have to prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything- You'll be so shocked you'll fly into a billboard."

“Hey Lance, mind if we talk a minute?”

“Lance, I can’t keep talking care of you like a mama bird that feeds her chick.”

“Lance, do you want to come with me, and see how I feed?” Lance blinked then flushed “H-How you feed?”

“No. No- I’m not ready.” Kuro’s face fell and Lance stood up walking away.

“I can’t-”

“Would others help?” Kuro asked and Lance blinked “Others?”

“I mean other fallen angels, to show you how it’s done.” Lance stared and Kuro waited a beat then held his hands up “Lance, I don’t see any other way-”

“I will- I’ll watch...I do want to learn.” And Kuro smiled and Lance had to beam at him as well.

“Kuro? Hey I’m sorry for-”

There was no one there.

“Kuro?”

He opened the door and froze eyes wide as he inhaled sharply.

“Lance,”

“I can’t do this.”

He had to leave. Now.

“Lance? Lance wait-” He felt his arm being grabbed and let himself be pulled.

“Lance? You said you wanted to learn-”

“Yeah to watch- as in you had no part in it and now you’re- you’re having...intercourse with angels something that doesn’t benefit you.”

“Lance, it’s okay for angels and demons to have sex,”

“Yeah but I- nevermind. Look thanks Kuro, but I’m still not ready for this world yet.”

“You can’t just,”

“Apparate towards heaven?”

“It’s not called Heaven- it’s Celestia.”

“And I can’t go back, I know that I’ll figure something out.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Thank you Kuro for everything, once I figure everything out-”

“No.” Lance flailed at the sudden dark tone from Kuro.

“N-No?”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

-Lance thought it was impossible to fall further into this abyss called hell-

They said hell was an internal flame with burned wretched souls, but Lance never believed in that Hell, no this was stone cold, ice glaziers striking his heart and wearing him down with the weight.

Kuro brought another angel over. Kinkade.

“Out for a flight.”

“Maybe Kinkade could join us?”

He was enraptured with Kuro’s flying. How strong it was, powerful and beautiful, like a shark coming to sweep you up from below.

Lance had no ides he’d been engulphed long ago.

But then Kinkade flew towards Kuro and Lance felt his heart clench.

None of the other angels fell into Kuro’s trap, it was as if they were all playing a game, and Lance was too stupid to know how to play it.

(At least they got closer) a traitorous voice told him (They get to touch him, have him in a way you’ll never have.)

Lance let his wings beat one final time before he plummeted his eyes slipping shut.

Falling brought him into this mess, maybe the second time might kill him.

All Lance did was fall in love, why was this punishment?

Before he could hit the ground the sound escaping his ears he felt something tug against him harshly and he cried out as he went the other way shooting into the sky, he cried out scrambling against the thing that had him and was flying higher into the sky. Lance almost stopped breathing he didn’t have to as they shot upwards breaking past the smoky clouds.

Lance blinked as they escaped the clouds and reached higher as he looked down to see Earth's atmosphere.

The line between the blue of the earth glowing and almost swallowed by the black of space.

Lance eyes widened tears springing to his eyes.

His hand outstretched as if he could touch it, the earth the clouds the stars in the sky and further and further.

What he used to see at Celestials gates.

He looked up and saw Kuro holding him in his arms with a murderous look on his face. Lance blanched leaning further away.

“Want to go back to Celestial so badly?” He asked his words scaching and almost blending in with the vast space behind him.

Kuro was like a black hole that was sucking Lance in and if he got too close, he’ll rip him apart.

“Then fly there yourself.”

His hands slowly let go and Lance gasped as he plummeted. Too weak to even beat his wings never mind trying to fly back to that place that unreachable place that is not only closed off by the length of space but by physical limitations too.

Lance screamed as he fell flashes to the first time, he was as scared as he was now.

His wings beating uselessly against him and Lance turned to see the Earth greeting him, welcoming him in with it’s gravitational embrace.

It wasn’t comforting.

Lance was screaming so much he couldn’t breathe.

He stopped just as quickly still panting, gulping in large gasps of air and heard Kinkade laugh.

“Did you see his face, Kuro?” Lance’s face scrunched in confusion. Until he heard the beat of the bat like wings attached to a chuckling demon.

Lance pushed Kinkade away, that was it. He’d had enough.

Watching the angels getting closer to Kuro while he could barely get a finger's breadth, he felt Kuro fly towards him his hand reaching out.

“Lance?”

He touched his shoulder then screamed as he ripped his arm back as if he’d been burned.

Lance skin was smoldering with smoke as if he was burning, he turned face scrunched into a snarl his eyes glowing bright light with an angelic scorn.

Kuro forgot, Lance fell recently and unlike him who was surviving from humans or Kinkade who barely had any left. They forgot the remaining Grace that Lance had.

And he looked like an avenging Angel smiting those that disobeyed his beliefs.

They forgot for a moment and felt fear as Lance screamed a shockwave bellowed out, the clouds rolling grey and a thunderous roar bringing down the rain.

Kuro and Kinkade fell back crashing to the earth their wings ripped from the sheer impact, Lance collapsed onto the pavement his feet barely holding him up as smoke waved of his body and his own wings ripped from the impact.

His still looked Murderous.

“If you try to find me again, Kuro. I’ll kill you.” Lance slowly stood straighter the light dimming from his eyes. “Consider that a warning.”

Kuro was barely able to hold his conscious as he watched Lance turn around in the rain his wings dragging behind him, Kuro blacked out.

And once he awoke, Lance was gone. Missing, and Kuro frantically searched for him everywhere in the city but he couldn’t find him either because Lance knew how to hide from him or worse….Lance was dead.

-He will never fly again, the ripped out crystals won’t affect his flight after food he’ll be as good as new…wait..-

“Um, excuse me?”

“Um, are you okay?”

“No, I...I was kicked out of my home, as you do.”

“Kicked out in this rain? That just won’t do, come on. Let’s get you out of this freezing cold.”

“Fine.”

_Guy lunges and kisses lance and lance accidently sucks out his soul-

“I did it- I didn’t even have to go the whole way!”

“Hey! What’s going on over there!”

"Oh, he tried to hassle me then he just collapsed.”

“I’ll call an ambulance,”

“You may need to give a statement.”

-Gives Lance his jacket in the rain-

“Sorry, you look cold.”

“Do you have a place to stay?”

“Um, no...my friend uh, kicked me out.”

“What? That douche, I uh, I know this is creepy but I do need a roommate, I work full day shifts and my dog is always alone.”

“If it’s no bother-”

“No bother at all, oh I didn’t get your name.”

“The names Lance.”

The man chuckled “I’m Ryou,”

If Kuro was an angel, he guessed this is what he would look like, Lance figured. There was loads of differences with the two, the whole lack of demon aura for one was comforting. Lance drew the coat closer to himself and smiled. He just hoped he wasn’t another creep like Kuro, or the other stranger on the floor but at least.

Lance smiled slow and cunning, he could take care of himself.

-Pods open to reveal Allura falling out.-

“Who are you?”

“I-I uh,”

-Lance overloaded on altean energy-

“Who are you, how did you get into the castle!”

“Whoa- let him go we are not the enemies here!”

-Lance wobbles away-

“Are you okay?”

“Back off.”

-Allura give her hologram lions to each of them.

“What, a handsome gifted pilot that's ever existed? I get it."

“Ahem, the black lion requires a leader someone who is focused where everyone will follow them.”

“Shiro, You will be the Black Paladin.”

“Oh fuck off.”

-Others stare-

“What? Why is Shiro the leader? He was taken by the galra he could be brainwashed for all we know.”

-fight sentry and misses shot-

“You were too slow.”

-Fumes when Allura agree's with him-

-Mind meld-

“Visualise in your mind your most important memory.”

“Pidge stop thinking of your girlfriend!”

“I’m not it’s Lance!”

“Hey I wasn’t thinking of my-”

“Plus it wasn’t me it was Pidge!"

“I’m just- I’m just tired

“Okay, we’ll take a break.”

“So, who was she anyway. You never mentioned a girlfriend at the garrison and I pegged you for the bragging type, she looked cute.”

“Hunk, not now.”

“Well we’re taking a break I mean, she looked latino, a sister I don’t know-”

“Hunk- Back off !”

“I’m sorry Hunk,” “I’m just uh, going to look for Coran.”

“What was his problem?”

“I don’t know, did I say something wrong?”

“He was probably stressed from the training, but still that doesn’t mean he takes it out on you.”

“Her name was Penolope.”

“She died. Before Lance could even tell her how he felt, he fell for her and she died. I know you meant well Hunk but Penelope is a bit of a sore spot for him.”

“I...I didn’t know.” Shiro nodded “He’s not open about it,”

“Was this when…?”

-Lance wasn’t talking to Hunk. Hunk wasn’t talking to Lance.-

“Look, I’m sorry to snap at you if you’re mad at me I get it-”

“Whoa whoa- What?” Hunk cried out looking alarmed and even Lance flinched surprised.

“Wait- I thought you were mad at me !”

“What? Why would I be mad at you? I was the one who was being an inconsiderate jerk.”

“You were avoiding me?”

“What no- I tried to give you some room I thought you hated me!”

“Of course I don’t hate you-you're Hunk. You’re like the nicest person here! I would never hate you.”

-They make up-

“If you guys are treating me like glass because of what you know I’ll stop speaking to all of you.”

“Look, I’m sorry.”

“I know it’s my fault that we can’t form Voltron I hadn’t been honest about myself,”

“Nonsense, trusting each other is the key not knowing each other’s secrets. Just trust each other blind faith! That’ll get it done!.”

“Which we can’t do when someone is purposely being an ass.” (Keith)

“And that’s not the reason why we can’t form Voltron. You hate Shiro and that’s why we’re not moving. We’re on a planet like sitting ducks out here waiting to be killed by the Galra all because you can’t just man up and get over this stupid fight with Shiro.”

“I hate Shiro. There happy now, And I doubt those feelings would change. Even if you guys tell me that I have to man up to work with you all but honestly? There’s nothing keeping me here.”

“I can leave if I damn near want to. If it’s that or make nice with Shiro I know where I’m going.”

“Lance! You can’t just abandon this fight! You have an obligation as the Blue Paladin-”

“You can do it then, if you’re that interested.”

“Believe me, all I’ve ever wanted was to be a pilot to Voltron. To make Zarkon pay for everything he’s done and I won’t let a human destroy the last hope to save the universe.”

“Oh, you won’t let me? so you’re going to force me to be a paladin then what’s next? force Voltron to save the world, Force it to make the Galra pay for what they did to you and the alteans and put them through what they went through?”

“That sounds like dictatorship and you’ll be just as bad as the Galra.”

“Lance!”

-others flinch at Shiro's tone-

“I’ve been in the arena, I had to fight other prisoners to the death to survive and when they had enough they made us fight their champion a monster that was too strong for any of us and they died . Civilians that did not ask for this and imagine that they learn we could've saved them but didn’t because one member was too selfish and cowardly to do anything about it.”

“This is bigger than you or me, lives are on the line here and you can take that hate you feel for me and cram it. Use it to help us to form Voltron and think of it this way. The quicker we form Voltron the quicker you and I can be on different sides of the galaxy as far away from each other.”

“And plus

“You still owe me from all those years ago, I didn’t have to take you under my wing.”

“You can leave if you want Lance, but that doesn’t mean we’ll hold it lightly."

“Look, my feelings aren’t going to magically disappear overnight. And not only do I have the right to have second thoughts, I’m allowed. We were on earth and now your asking us to risk our lives for a cause we have no part in?”

“No, here me out first. None of us have spoke about this, I bet Pidge had ideas of coming out here in the first place."

“Don’t drag me into this.”

“But it’s true, and you Hunk, do you want to die in space, never seeing your family again?”

“Enough!”

“They are allowed to know! We’re just kids! And believe me I’m not running away. I’ve honestly got nothing better to do. But none of you asked us if we’re okay with this.”

“He has a point.”

“Hunk!”

“I get what you’re saying but I miss my family and I want to go home like is that an option?”

-hits grenade-

“Lance just- dived in front of Rover, like steve rogers on the grenade in captain America!”

“Hunk,”

“Oh god what’s happening.”

“it’s the Galra, that’s what happens when we stay planet side for so long.”

“And our crystal was destroyed. We can’t power the ship, we’re defencless princess.”

“We need another crystal, luckily Corans grandfather made a back-up chamber.”

“But with no power to activate it, that chamber is radioactive.”

“How else can we get it out then?”

“The Paladin suits were upgraded to withstand any environment, space and radiation you’ll have to go to a decontamination chamber but you will have to remain there until the ship is up and running.”

“Why do I feel like your asking me to do it.”

“Hunk that is final. Pidge Keith, you have to stop any intruders to getting to this point, it is the main control panel and the galra would take over the ship and take the lions with them.”

“And Shiro, we need to take Lance to the medical bay."

“Medical bay?”

“It has it’s own solar crystal. It hasn’t been affected by the blackout, come we don’t have time.”

“In here.”

“Quickly, we don’t have time, remove his clothes.”

“uh what-”

“No everything , the pod will place him in medical suiting without disturbing the wound.”

“He’s going to be okay, two days in the pod and he’ll make a full recovery.” Shiro wished he could believe that especially at the blood seeping through the white suit the Pod put him in.

“How? He was exposed to a grenade. That would’ve killed him.”

“Not with Altean technology, we can treat anything. Shiro this is why I brought you here, with the Galra threat we need someone to watch over Lance.”

“Of Course I’ll stay here, what are you and Coran going to do.”

“We’re going to help Hunk hook up the crystal and re-activate the castle. I’ll assisted Coran. Keep your cons on and don’t for any circumstance abandon this room until we give the all clear.”

“Are you an idiot or something!?”

“No wonder you hate me, any normal person would let go.”

“But I’m selfish,”

“I wish we could start over, I wish I knew what to fix this. But I don’t know…”

“Champion, I know Zarkon will be pleased to have all the lions and his champion back in his empire.”

“As if I’ll roll over for you.”

“The galra gave me an upgrade as well.”

“Want to see what it does?”

“What!?”

“Yes-”

“Lance?”

“Shiro!”

Only to freeze as Lance fired a warning shot taking a step back against Shiro.

“Stay right there!”

“Lance?”

“Kuro- What the hell is even going on, and who the heck are those guys...what’s with the weird outfits?”

“Lance, what was the last thing you remembered?”

“He was let out the pod too early, his memories must have been affected.”

“My memories?”

“Lance, we’re friends all of us.”

“So how much am I forgetting?”

“Well the fact that you’re glued to Shiro right now? That’s alot.”

“What? Why would me being next to...wait Shiro?”

“When did that happen?”

Lance reached out his finger almost about to touch the bridge of Shiro’s nose until he paused.

“Sorry, I- Sorry,”

“Everything was fuzzy there for a second.”

“It’s fine, why you were let out early is- oh my Altea you should get back in, you’re wounds a probably…”

“The Galra let me out but I think I’m okay? Maybe it works differently on humans.”

“Lance, if you want to leave Voltron it’s okay.”

“Shiro!”

“I don’t want you to go, but it’s your choice. The others won’t give you a hard time I just,"

“I don’t want to force you to stay with me this time. I know I screwed up and if there’s anything to make up for it I will.”

“W-well fine. God if I left you guys all of you would be in pieces all over the control room."

"..."

"Too soon?"

“Dude I’m a leg!”

“That’s awesome man!”

“Alright team,”

“Time for some battle formations.”

“Shiro?”

He was starving. Lance stood on wobbly legs, his door opened with a silent whoosh he walked towards Allura's room one hand on the door, the neon lights reflected his shadow and in turn the hidden wings.

Lance eyes caught the reflection and his breath hitched. Instead of the transparent crystal like wings he grew up with- he saw leathery bat like wings in his silouette.

Lance fell backwards scrubbing at his eyes to see his shadow the same. Just him, wingless.

Before he could even think of stepping inside the alarms began to blare overhead, Lance scowled. Just typical, he began to run towards the hanger then backtracked once he saw Shiro leaving Keiths room.

Both looked haggard while running towards the doors while pulling on their armour.

Lance almost ran into the wall.

Oh- So that’s why he couldn’t find Shiro last night. Lance scowled and began to walk towards his room grabbing his armour. That was just typical.

“If the Galra attacked we would be dead!”

“Been there, done that.”

“And you should be even more vigilant!”

“I almost died which makes me even more tired. I think I’m allowed a small break?”

“Fine.”

“Seriously, you okay?”

“Uh yeah- I’m fine,”

“Uh, are you okay?”

“Not really, I wish I had more time to mentally prepare.”

“Well I guess you can’t ever prepare yourself, I mean your the type that over thinks things and freaks out.”

“Yeah,”

“But honestly, you’ve been doing fine so far, I mean out of everyone you looked like you adjusted well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, the first mind meld you were thinking about food,”

“Yeah well when I’m nervous I think about food, or stressed it’s uh my comfort.”

“Remember the time we pranked Iverson at the garrison?”

“With clarity.”

“You were freaking out so much, we were almost caught you know.”

“What Prank with iverson?”

“Remember that time Iverson was locked inside the classroom and no one opened the door for him- not even the teachers?”

“That was you?”

“I heard a student hacked into the system and unearthed lots of dirt on Iverson and uploaded it on youtube.” Lance fist pumped “Kudo’s to that guy- he’s our hero!”

“It’s a distress signal.”

“What if it’s a trap?”

“There are thousands of distress signals caused by the galra, if we start saving them maybe we’ll gain allies.”

“I think it’s worth a shot, if it falls down to a fight we can handle it.”

“Is there any objections?” Allura asked at last and Lance felt himself grow irritated, too late we’re already there!

“We came as soon as we heard your distress signal,”

“Distress signal- oh that- that was a trap?”

“For the Galra! We always trap the Galra and integrate them to tell other rebellions what to look out for.”

“This whole planet is actually a ship-”

“Rolo, how should we even trust them.”

“We’re the paladins of Voltron,” Nyma raised an eyebrow.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a myth?”

“We’re as real as they come.”

“This ship is just the entrance,”

“No way you can control the whole planet!”

“Yep, wouldn’t it be suspicious for Galra to go missing all the time? They’d have to investigate the same coordinates they were located, it’s a shame that the planet disappeared though.”

“That’s a cool trick.”

“Well if the Galra are dumb enough not to catch on the better for us,”

“What exactly do you guys even do?”

“So what do you do around here?”

“I run maintenance, Beezer navigations and Rolo is the pilot,”

“Oh that sounds like my team, Hunk is our maintenance guy and Pidge is our navigations and I’m the pilot.”

“Oh I could tell, you act so confident

“Yep, you have to be to lead a team on a dangerous exhibition-”

“Hey, you’re a paladin of Voltron, right?”

“Uh yeah,”

“So you have a lion, right?”

“Right what was not to get- oh.”

“We’re going for a flight!”

“Lance wait-”

“Oh let them go. Nyma has been cooped up in here for a while.”

“Hey You said this planet was used as a trap to lure people inside and then gruel them for information.”

“Since we’re inside the planet right now, how do we know you’re not tricking us the same way?”

“What? There’s more of you than of us,”

“These camera’s should be recording what is happening on the planet right?”

“Hunk- there’s no need for these accusations.”

“No he’s right, Lance just left- but...he’s not on the screen.”

“What?”

“What?”

“Someone’s sabotaged the camera’s- Beezer!”

Hunk flushed “Oh my god dude I’m so sorry-”

“It’s fine, Nyma must of changed the screens for some privacy, now I’m embarrassed.”

“Hey, want to try something?”

“Uh sure-”

“What-”

“Sorry Lance, The Galra promised me if I gave them a lion they would let my team go, you understand right?”

“It’s a shame I really liked you-”

“What did you do to her!”

“She tied me up and was about to take the blue lion, she made a deal with the galra."

“What- you’d really think we’d do that?”

“The cameras were faulty and you even said Nyma must have done it. That was the perfect chance to take the blue lion.”

“Nyma could be dead for all I know, how do I know you’re Paladin didn’t kill her!?”

“She’ll be fine, once she wakes up we’ll ask what happened.”

“How can we even trust them after what just happened,”

“How can we trust you!?”

“It was true I was trying to steal the blue lion.”

“What?”

“Nyma- Voltron is our last hope, the only thing that could stop the Galra and you almost sabotaged that?”

“They gave me a deal, the Galra’s technology are advancing you have noticed that they can find us much quicker than usual, they’re catching on to us Rolo, I don’t think we can last long.”

“But we can help,”

“If we have your trust, then trust that we can help you. We’ll stop the Galra from their rein if other Rebellions like you can help us.”

“But if you betray us, the Galra will be the worst of your concerns

“Wow that makes us sound just as bad- no she meant we’ll just leave you alone, because you know it takes two to tango and trust isn’t a one way street.”

“Listen, we don’t necessarily trust you, how can we? You might not even be voltron.”

“Really? Did you miss the memo with the freakin space lions out side?”

“Don’t patronise me.”

“Fine, we have connections to other Rebellions, the Gaia clan and Orion and the Bulmarans.” he shook Allura’s hand.

“I hope we can become allies.”

“Likewise.”

“Careful-”

“Get off, I can walk okay by myself.”

“Your welcome?”

“Lance- did I...do something to offend you in some way?”

“Oh no we are not doing this!”

“Now would be the best time, just us two. You can tell me if I did anything- I said sorry for keeping you, I should’ve let you go- be your own person and learn things on your own-”

“Kuro.”

“I wanted to stay with you, I- I was alone and no one even looked at me...except you.”

“The other demons and angels ,” Lance’s eyes narrowed “Didn’t like me, you know why?”

“You fell in love and choose to go to earth to be with Penelope...Why?”

“The angels hated me, Shiro. They would tease me, shove me off buildings to fall a second time and the worst one was Adam

“Adam- no, Adam was really nice he agreed to help you remember? To learn how to-”

“Have sex.”

“Thought it was odd, how much Adam liked helping you- like all the time, especially when I was involved. He loved to rub it in because he knew- all the angels knew so I thought you were all conspiring against one another or something.”

“Lance- what are you talking about.”

“Lance- we should go and find the lions. Now .”

“I hate Coran.”

“Me too...What’re you laughing at?”

“Nothing...Grandpa.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re looking a little grey and wrinkly there.” Shiro squinted at him then looked offended “That’s my scar you ass!”

“Is it? I just think it’s one big ass wrinkle that’s what it is.”

“You fucking show off..."

“Don’t-"

"Wha?"

“Please don’t do that- we’re okay one minute and then you just, shut off. I know you do it, and I said I was sorry- and I do mean it Lance to whatever I did that made you upset I apologise.”

“Shiro I can’t forgive you, I might not ever forgive you.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t get along right?”

“Let’s go, we must be further away from the lions.”

“Alright.”

“Wait-”

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Shiro tensed waiting for the other shoe to drop, Lance followed the smell, it….it strangely smelled like a barbeque?

He pushed back the vines as he neared closer and outright gaped as he pulled back a large leaf.

It was the village.

“Are you freakin kidding me?”

Pidge was there, and they were stroking a raptor- an honest to god raptor turned with a smile “Lance, Shiro you made it!” Did they walk into another dimension or something?

Hunk even appeared and yep- he was holding the barbeque ribs Lance was smelling.

“You guys took so long, so Coran sent us down to see if you were okay?”

They heard Coran before they saw him “Ah so you were taking the scenic route? I’m not surprised this planet is beautiful.”

Lance could only stare at them “We lived jurassic park Coran, we almost died three times !”

Coran waved them off as he was stroking a raptor that had a blue streak and flickering eyes “You must of scared them.”

“ We scared them !?” Lance loved Coran at the best of time, but there were moments (Like this one) When Lance just wanted to strangle the guy.