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adobedragon · 5 months ago

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The Collected Works of sitehound

All my stories, in one place, listed by fandom—which means, mostly Voltron: Legendary Defender—and by romantic ship (if applicable). Ratings vary from G to E.

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Darcy/Loki

My magnum opus! More than a decade after I started posting it, it still, IMO, holds up well.

Following the events of Loki’s attack on New York, Thor, Loki, Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster find themselves unwilling roommates, living in a crappy trailer home in the New Mexico desert.

Original Work

Elrekki Chaosbringer/Kelly Marquez

A bookstore owner’s life is turned upside down by a mysterious young man who turns out to be a criminal from an alternate universe.

Voltron: Legendary Defender (VLD)

GEN (No, or minimal romance, although Plance does sneak in…)

How to Impress Your Pidgeon (14K words, Complete | Rated T | Mild Violence | Dragons | Dragonriders of Pern crossover)

Pidge, an apprentice in the MasterSmith Crafthall, meets a very opinionated young dragon.

I’ll Stand by You (3K words | Rated T | Bullying | Friendship | Pre-Canon)

In which Pidge, aka Katie Holt, finds that impersonating a male cadet presents challenges she never thought of.

Pidge, Lance and Hunk sneak out of Galaxy Garrison for some unauthorized R&R in the nearby town of Torre Siena. When the inevitable happens—they get kicked out of a bar—they wander the streets and encounter a very strange car.

Lance/Female Reader

A Little Artistic Nudity (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-Canon | Second Person POV | No use of Y/N)

On a planet zillions of light years away, you meet a cute guy in a café and instantly strike up a rapport.

Shiro/Keith

An unwanted orphan bounced from Hold to Hold, now a murderer consigned to hard labor in the mines of Crom, Keith is grimly resigned to a short, miserable life. But when a chance encounter leads to him standing on the sands of Benden Weyr's hatching grounds, a Candidate for Impression, he dares to hope for something better.

Keith/Lance

In the wake of crushing loss, Keith, Pidge and Hunk, once Galaxy Garrison cadets, now conscripts in the Galra war efforts, plan a desperate escape from Sendak’s estate in the New Mexico desert.

Lance has an encounter in the woods with a wolf-boy.

Pidge/Lance/Keith

Well, There Goes Our Security Deposit (2.1K words | Rated T | Fluff)

Keith comes home one day to find that his partners in love and life have wrecked the apartment.

Everyone has an origin story. This is Rogelio the chabbit’s.

The last place Lance wants to be is in a Conn-Pod, but it may be his best chance at a new beginning, provided he can move on from the past. A retelling, of sorts, of Pacific Rim, featuring Pidge, Lance and Keith.

Keith/Pidge

Stop Thinking (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-canon | First Times)

On a dark and stormy night, after years of waiting, Pidge Holt gets what she wants.

Pidge/Lance (Plance, Pidgance, FlirtyRobot, my OTP)

More than a decade before, Lance ghosted Pidge. But a chance encounter leads to a journey together in a small spaceship across the Earth’s solar system, offering the opportunity to repair a friendships and fall in love.

Mind the Hardwood (4.5K words, Rated E | Post-Canon | Cut scene from St. Elmo’s Fire)

In which Pidge and Lance get busy in the cockpit of Pidge’s small spaceship.

Lance stumbles upon Pidge’s attempt to comprehend and model their relationship using math.

Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (11K words, Complete | Rated E | Canon | Canon Divergent | First Times)

Pidge successfully seduces Lance.

A Rain of Terror (3.6K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Angst | Grief/Mourning)

Pidge Holt can repair anything. Except a broken heart. In the gathering fury of a dangerous Altean oort storm, she struggles with her terrible people skills, needing to get a depressed and nearly catatonic Lance out of the storm’s path.

If a Door Slams in Outer Space, Can You Hear It? (2.9K | Canon | Canon Divergent | Story in a Story)

Lance makes like a bard and courts Pidge with a good story.

To Find a Princess, You Gotta Kiss a Green Paladin (7.6 words | Rated T | AU | Actor AU)

In which Katie Holt, girl genius, finds herself cast in a movie playing an Altean princess to Lance’s Paladin of Voltron.

All his life, Lance has craved attention. To be seen as more than the farm boy from Cuba. On the eve of the Galactic Coalition’s final offensive against the Galra, Lance finally learns, with a little help from his friends, that growing up means letting go of what you want and accepting what you need.

In Deep Space Where the Wallflowers Grow (2.4K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Pidge Salsa Dances)

Pidge Holt is so done with being paraded about the universe, expected to mingle and meet and greet the Galactic Coalition's bigwigs. During a brunch on a Galra cruiser, she retreats to a quiet spot in the stateroom by a vast window to do some stargazing, but her solitude is interrupted by a certain social butterfly.

A Pidge in a Dress is Still a Pidge (5.6K words | Rated T | 1950s AU | Science Fiction)

“Just one dance,” Pidge’s mom had stated. One dance with anyone and Pidge can leave the gala at the Altean embassy, go home, take off this beautiful but totally not-Pidge ballgown and go back to being a tomboy girl genius. Alas, the only available dance partners are creeps who are trying to suck-up to Admiral Sam Holt through his daughter. It's gonna be a long evening

Shapeshifter, Shapeshifter, Shape Me a Match (6.1K words | Rated G | Fantasy AU | Shapeshifter Lance)

On a quiet little farm, a mischievous shapeshifter meets his match in a studious girl.

It Is You I Have Loved (A Collection of Plance Fanart and Short Fiction) (Ongoing project)

What it says in the title: drabble plus fanart.

Katie Holt, masquerading as Galaxy Garrison cadet Pidge Gunderson, is on a mission: to find the truth about her family’s disappearance. But an unlikely romance leads to the startling discovery that otherworldly forces are at work in the Garrison.

Lance, Pidge and Keith, three Paladins of Voltron, each carrying a permanent legacy of their Voltron experience, and now pawns of forces that might save or destroy the universe.

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freetobeeyouandme · 9 months ago

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Chapter 3: I Get My Ass Kicked by an Elven Princess

The next chapter of my Byler Isekai AU is now up on Ao3! We learn about Will's backstory, get some Byler bonding, and most importantly, Mike gets to use his new sword. What could go wrong?

Tags: M, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Fantasy AU, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Horror, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

Summary:

Mike Wheeler hates High School, so when he almost dies and falls through a portal to another world, he’s not going to complain. Especially not when that world does not only have swords and magic but seems to work exactly according to the rules of his favorite tabletop role-playing game. But his euphoria might be short lived because the party of adventurers he falls in with turns out to be the target of an evil god and the fate of the world might rest on their shoulders. So, exactly like his games of D&D. Except the wanna-be Paladin soon realizes that being a hero is much harder in real life than it is in-game. - Or, Mike gets isekai’d into a world where D&D is real.

An excerpt and taglist below the cut:

Excerpt:

By the time Mike, Will, and Jonathan make it back home, the number of people they have to give the bad news to has halved. Because the Byers’ house only has so many beds, Lucas had left with Dustin, ceding his to Mike, and the pair had taken Max with them. Mike’s not sure what to do with the elf’s sudden kindness, but as the sun sets on Hawkins, the day’s excitement catches up with him and he’s not going to turn down a bed. He is a little disappointed to find Dustin had taken his backpack and everything but the books inside of it with him though.

When they arrive, El and her parents are playing cards, the Sorceress and her father competitively while her mother seems to only have joined to while away the time. Mike had finally found a moment to ask Will and Jonathan about their family situation on their way back when Jonathan mentioned that Mike should show the sword to Hop. Apparently Hop wasn’t the boys’ actual father, although neither of them seemed fond of the man who was. Hopper and their mother had found each other years after she left that man, and he had taken to her sons as if they were his own. And when Will and his friends brought El home, he had immediately become protective of the girl. Mike thought that was sweet, and the Byers genuinely seemed to love each other, something he wasn’t always sure applied to his own family.

True to Jonathan’s word Hop watches almost hungrily as Mike pulls the sword from the leather scabbard Murray had also provided while Will tells them about the Wizard’s ‘prophecy’. It’s the first time the harengon looks at him with something other than contempt, but Mike isn’t sure he likes this other expression either.

Thankfully Hop turns back to his cards when Mike’s eyes meet his, apparently unwilling to admit his curiosity. He pulls a red, beautifully illustrated card from his hands and throws it on top of the pile on the table.

El drags her eyes away from the sword and growls when she sees what her father has done.

“You got a plan on what to do with it?” Hop asks, nodding at the sword with feigned nonchalance.

Mike considers it. “Learn how to use it, I suppose. I’m not going home so I might as well take advantage of this.”

“Learn to use it how?”

He frowns. “Uh, like you use a shortsword, I guess?”

Mrs. Byers laughs, looking up from considering her own cards. “He means what class you had in mind.”

“Wait, you get to choose your class?” Of course, back in his world, he had chosen his characters’ classes, but that was a game and he was the author of those characters’ stories. He hadn’t expected that to translate to real life quite so literally.

Hop huffs a barely audible laugh that has Mike stare at him in disbelief. He didn’t think the man was capable of expressing joy.

“It’s like with every other profession,” he explains, with a shrug. “You pick what you think suits you and hope it works out for the best. But trust me, there are enough green-eared youngsters who think they want to become some world famous Wizard and remain the same green-eared nobodies even after years of study.”

Next to Mike, Will rolls his eyes. His expression is fond, though. “I thought we’d agreed, as a family, to never speak about that again?”

“You were a Wizard first?” Mike asks, intrigued. He places the sword on the table where everyone can continue ogling it and takes a seat.

Will shrugs as he joins him. “Well, emphasis lies on tried. I sucked at it and then I got lost in the woods for a week when I was twelve or so and Selune helped me find my way out. So that put an end to it.”

“So you decided to dedicate your life to the goddess?”

“I’m a better Cleric now than I ever would have been a Wizard, and besides, it’s not all that different serving her. Except she helps me finally understand magic.”

Mike weighs his head. It makes sense, although he’s not sure he understands that kind of religious devotion. He supposes if the god his parents believed in was a little more hands on, a little more available and granting his followers magic powers, it would be easier to believe in him. But as it stands Mike doesn’t think he’d be capable of the same kind of faith as Will seems to have in his goddess – not even if some god were to come to him in his dreams tonight.

Far more important to his choice: “Do you think I could learn magic?”

“Every living being has a connection to the magic that flows through this universe,” Will explains. “In some it is stronger than in others, and it manifests in different ways. Not everyone can actively channel magic, but I don’t see why you couldn’t try. Here.” He grabs Mike’s sword, and before his mother can reprimand him for doing that at the table and before Mike understands what his intention is, he drags his thumb over the sharp edge of the blade.

Mike has never considered before what color the blood of fantasy creatures such as dragonborn must be, but what wells up in the path of the blade is red and runs in a thick rivulet down the pad of Will’s finger. He swallows at the unexpected sight of it.

Will hisses slightly as he cuts himself, but his expression when he presents the cut is tranquil. He takes Mike’s hand with his uninjured one, guiding it to hold his bleeding finger, then nods towards the cut. “Don’t worry, I can heal myself if this doesn’t work.”

Mike grimaces. “You might have to. Maybe I will be a wizard.”

Will laughs with a nod at the sword. “Murray said he’s seen you wield that, so I doubt it.”

Mike feels his cheeks warm at how correct that assessment of him is. He’d played a Paladin in Hellfire’s last campaign, and he’d become partial to that class. Pure spellcasters were too complicated for him because there were always too many spells to memorize, but he did like the versatility of having some magic at his disposal. And while he wants to learn some magic now – why wouldn’t he, if magic is real here? – he also wants to learn how to use the sword he’s been given. He won’t have that opportunity if he ever goes back home.

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#Byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #kingslayer fic

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oathofpromises · 1 year ago

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a risky kiss between forbidden lovers . — Mako and T'sori

Mako, weary and worn, staggered back from yet another treacherous mission. Upon returning, she recalled that T'sori had requested that she visit his chambers before returning to her own room. However, she couldn't shake the image of the princess and him holding hands. The woman knew he was merely pretending, but that didn't alleviate the pain she felt in her chest. For a moment, she thought about returning to her own room but they made a promise to each other.

The Paladin came to a halt, Mako's heart pounding against her chest. The dimly lit marble hallway stretched out around the woman. Its elegant grandeur concealing secrets and hidden affections. Every step she took was a dance with danger, a delicate waltz between duty and temptation. One that she had struggled with for so many years. If only they knew just how many secret touches the prince and his paladin had shared behind closed doors.

In a twist of fate, there were no guards to be found in that moment, a peculiar occurrence given their constant presence everywhere else she went. Which would normally concern Mako, but given how tired she was right now figured it was just one of those nights. With bated breath, she stood before the door, her heart pounding in her chest. Just as her trembling hand was about to fall back to her side, fate intervened. The door swung open, revealing T'sori, their eyes locking in a tender gaze. It wasn’t one that should be shared between them yet it was how they had always been with each other. In a daring move, the prince seized Mako by the wrist, pulling her into the depths of the bedroom, where secrets and hidden affections awaited.

"T'sori,we mustn't continue meeting like this, night after night…" Mako whispered, her voice trembling, everything felt heavy with the weight of their forbidden love. Before she could utter another syllable or hesitation, the Au Ra found herself enveloped in T'sori strong embrace. His fingers running through her long pink hair, it was just a hug yet his touch sending shivers down her spine. Once again igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny…nor did she want to anymore.

In that moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the allure of their love. Their mouths quickly collided in a passionate embrace, lips locked in a daring dance of desire. With a fervent urgency, their bodies succumbed to the pull of the plush bed, surrendering to the intoxicating magnetism that enveloped them.How many stolen glances and lingering touches had she desperately tried to deny? Oh, the countless hours she had spent weaving a delicate web of self-restraint, only to have it unravel at the mere thought of him. He was her undoing, the one person that had her wrapped around his finger completely.

Meanwhile, in the depths of T'sori's heart, a burning desire consumed him, igniting a flame that danced dangerously close to the edge of his soul. It was a hunger, one that made his entire being ache. The truth was the prince very existence depended on her presence. Every moment without Mako felt like an eternity, a void that threatened to swallow him whole. The fear of losing her, of being torn apart from the one who held the key to his heart, gripped him tightly.

"Mako,for just one night, allow me this...'

T'sori whispered, his voice filled with longing, His lips like a forbidden temptation, brushed against hers once more. It was so hard to resist him when he asked so softly. Mako eyes widened, as she noticed glistening droplets cascaded down the prince's face, mirroring the anguish within both their souls.

Trembling hands, tenderly cradled Mako's face, desperately yearning to keep her close, unwilling to release her from his grasp. Her presence consumed him, igniting a fire deep within his soul that burned with an intensity he couldn't resist. For years thoughts of her danced through his mind, a tantalizing whirlwind that threatened to drive him to the brink. Mako was truly the embodiment of all that he wanted, the one dream he so desperately wanted yet fate was so cruel to deny him. She was also a dangerous temptation that beckoned him close, daring him to succumb to the depths of their shared passion. To close the space between them and only focus on the other.

'None of those princesses could ever compare to you, my love. Abandon the shackles of duty and obligation, for one night...just let me be with you.'

In the depths of her soul, Mako was aware that this path would inevitably pave the way for more heartache. It could even lead to their downfall yet, she found herself teetering on the edge of her emotional threshold, unable to resist T'sori. The Paladin found herself instinctively caressing his face, gentle fingers trembling with anticipation. With a daring move, she tilted her head upwards, lips barely grazing against his, igniting a fiery spark that threatened to consume them both.

Her response was a tantalizing revelation, a confession that in the depths of her being, she yearned for him with an intensity that matched his own. That she trusted him and only wished for his happiness.

With a gentle touch, she delicately placed his hand upon her chest, a soft smile gracing her lips. Inhaling deeply, she summoned the courage to release the words that had been delicately held within her heart, statements that had only ever graced his presence.

"T'sori..From the depths of my heart, I have forever belonged to you.."

Those were the words she desired to utter, as the prince, with a tender gaze, drew closer and gently pressed his lips against hers. Their hands, like two delicate vines, entwined effortlessly, as they surrendered themselves to the enchantment of their embrace.Mako felt him put something on her finger as they kissed. When she looked down, she noticed a beautiful red ring. It was the engagement ring that he was supposed to present to a princess as a gift.

'Mako, I chose you. My father will either have to agree or be left in the dust. You are all that matters and have always been at my side. I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you. To crave your touch every moment you are away..'

She was on the verge of bursting into tears as she realized how impossible it would be for them to be seen together in public places outside of this room. That it was simply a dream they would continue to crave for until T'sori was compelled to marry someone else.

Is this our fate..forever to remain a secret.

#— ❛❛ //Final Fantasy XIV ¦ Beyond Everything I will always chose you my heart・「 Mako and T'sori Verse」#— ❛❛ // T'SORI ¦ My other half my love and my hope・「 Diademreigned」#— ❛❛ // MAKO & T'SORI ¦DYNAMIC・「All the things you make me feel like a star in the darkness」#— ❛❛ // MAKO ¦ My Oath to Always be a Shield through any Storm・「 Threads」#I'll eventually make icons for her;; but hope you like this dear #tw: suggestive #it’s not super suggestive just some soft stuff but some things can be hinted at

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stormbabylore · 9 months ago

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A few things of note here: Aeryn canonically can't use magic on the Source without extreme effort. She has a strong aversion to guns. She prefers to avoid being up close and personal with her enemies (when she can help it) and is disturbed by blatant carnage. And finally, she dislikes drawing attention to herself. With that in mind...

TANK

The aversion to guns, swords, and carnage entirely rules out GNB, DRK, and WAR. She only tanks at all in my unwilling WoL AU, in which she fights as a paladin. She prefers to use a bo staff, but will resort to the sword when she has no other choice. She absolutely hates it (and herself). (This is the most troubled version of Aeryn.)

Paladin: AU

Warrior

Dark Knight

Gunbreaker

HEALER

I initially wrote out healing for Aeryn altogether, as she can't use magic well enough to be of any worth in these fields. WHM and AST only happened because AUs claimed my soul. I'm sure I could also imagine AUs for SCH and SGE, but I honestly just don't think they suit her.

White Mage: AU

Scholar

Astrologian: AU

Sage

MELEE

Again, Aeryn avoids swords and close combat, where possible, ruling out MNK and SAM. Dragoon and Rogue are canon for her - but I again headcanon that she fights primarily with a bo staff as DRG and only works ROG long enough to learn some sneak-sneak and basic dagger skills for emergencies. (She never transitions to NIN, at least in my head.) I'm still undecided on RPR. It feels out of character for her, but who knows what Endwalker will bring. (¬_¬)

Monk

Dragoon: secondary main

Ninja: (as rogue) tertiary main

Samurai

Reaper: But maybe someday?

PHYS RANGED

Big nope to both MCH and DNC. Aeryn would never touch a gun, even as a last resort. (I haven't worked out the specifics, yet, but it's a lingering dislike/potential trauma from her past life.) I'm intrigued to try out dancer, but not with Aeryn. She doesn't like to be looked at as it is, and dancing would draw far too much attention.

Bard: canon main

Machinist

Dancer

MAGICAL RANGED

Definite no to RDM (re: swords). No to SMN - I think Aeryn would be against the notion of summoning smol primals/primal adjacent entities. I've gone on at length before about Aeryn's black mage AU: post-vault, she works with the thaumaturges to sever the "inexplicable power" around her soul, allowing her access to magic. As for BLU, I have no excuse. It's not canon for her. It's not even AU for her. She would not have the capability to wield those magics, and she would hate how flashy it is. I just personally think it looks cool, so I unlocked it. Don't at me. (•ᴗ•,, )

Black Mage: AU

Summoner

Red Mage

Blue Mage: mostly no but kind of yes (this is strictly for me)

Is there a class or job that is completely not canon for your WoL - either they absolutely cannot or will not take it up?

#aeryn stormwater #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol #ffxiv #wol lore #wol oc #wol questions #wol qotd #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #oc lore #wol au #ffxiv classes #canon classes #non-canon classes

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dazlinn909 · 3 years ago

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Multiple characters only because it's not that hard. 18+ cause I like to write smut it makes it exotic.

Stick of truth au.

King Kyle who loves his knight Stan and definitely forced Stan go join him in his kingly bed willing or unwilling Stan we can decide, can't go against the kings wishes!

Wendy is one Kyle's advisers since the elves are more progressive she definitely finds the kings personal guard attractive, of course it's rumored the last person to like Stan was banished by Kyle. He denies it though.

Cartman is arranging to marry princess Kenny who doesn't want to but she wants the status that comes with it and better things for her people and princess Karen 💕 so she's more willing to sacrifice her happiness. Not to mention the wizard kings right hand man the paladin is awfully cute too Kenny.

Clyde is trying to build up his Kingdom tired of living in wizard village since Cartman was always mean to him.

Craig who does a lot of Clyde's dirty work since yeah fuck the system let's go start our own. If you're lucky enough to see him when he's not sneaking around on a mission or just stealing from both kingdoms to pawn it. Everyone finds him handsome of course. I like crenny but creek is negotiable.

The girls can be hand maidens to Kenny or work with Wendy or be fairies or be princess from other small kingdoms.

I support Damien being the king of dark elves or a fire like land but you can probably get magic spells to help with the heat if you're not from the land like Pip lol who is a regular forest elf like Kyle's people. But Damien likes his women/men I support either gender Pip to trap Damien with a baby lol 😂 to be exotic and usually not the same species as himself

The goths live in Damien's part of the land. Since the dark Forest is dark for them or if it's on fire it's nice and red glowy.

Prince Ike who has taken a liking to princess could be Damien's child from previous encounter at a young age or just dark elf Firkle. Which both the old king and queen frown on excepting both sons to marry a pure elfish girl and give them heirs in their sick ages which is why Kyle's leading king.

I just wrote like 10 plot lines for 10 different people lol cause see how exciting and easy it is to be multiple people! All living different lives and doing different things!

#south park #south park rp #south park stick of truth #south park sot

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gerec · 4 years ago

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AU-gust 2020 Prompts

Masterlist

30. Magic AU - Cherik

So this is the last au from the list of August prompts yay! I’ve decided to skip Day 31 (combine 2 aus) because I’m tired and need a short break, and I couldn’t really come up with an idea that resonated. (Also, the Kink Meme prompts are driving me to distraction lol).

For those who might remember, I wrote a magic au called What Night Brings the Dawn, with Paladin!Charles and Dark Mage!Erik as ex-lovers and bitter enemies, who also happen to have a soul-bond. This ficlet here is a direct continuation of that story...hope you enjoy!

@lachatblanche

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Charles woke to the feel of silk against his skin, his aching body pressed into the plush folds of a large, red canopied bed. His arms and legs were bound securely in bonds of writhing shadow; tentacles of dark magic that suppressed even the most basic of spells. It did not take long to realize what had transpired in the last moments before Erik’s escape, when Charles had foolishly and impulsively allowed old ties to blind him to his enemy’s guile.

Again.

“Oh Erik,” he sighed bitterly. ”You utter bastard.”

A warm chuckle came from his left, and when he turned his head he found Erik watching him, seated in an armchair by the open window.

“Hello, Charles,” he said, greatly amused it seemed by the reaction garnered from his unwilling captive. Erik looked much better now than the last time he’d laid eyes on him, after four days in the bowels of the Order’s Grand Chapel, chained and bound by holy magic. The sick pallor of his skin had disappeared along with the wounds in his flesh, seared by the Light as it fought to contain Erik’s immense power over Night and Shadow. “You’re finally awake. I thought perhaps the spell hit you harder than expected.”

“Why bring me here, Erik? When you could have easily killed me instead?” It was not sentiment he knew, or any lingering feelings over what was; between them it was Erik who was ever practical, and ruthless and determined in accomplishing his goals. Whatever reason he had for bringing Charles to his fortress, it could only spell doom; for his Order, and potentially for all of Genosha herself.

Erik stood, and came to look down upon Charles sprawled across the bed. Clad in robes and helm of dark purple and gold, he was achingly handsome, elegant and austere in equal measure. He was born to lead, and would have made a better High Lord than Charles could ever hope to be, if only…

If only he hadn’t cast everything aside – the Light, the Order, and even his own bond mate over Shaw’s betrayal, and embraced the dark magic of the Eternal Night.

“I’ve never wanted you dead,” Erik said, as he sat next to Charles and brushed the hair tenderly from his forehead. “It is you, and your paladins who have been relentless in pursuit, chasing me and my followers from one end of Genosha to the other. And you, my love, who would have had me executed less than a day ago, if not for a last minute change of heart.”

Charles bristled. “You killed hundreds of our brothers and sisters, Erik! You didn’t really think I would let that go, did you?”

“I think you forget who it was that started your ‘Holy War’,” he said with a disdainful snort. “You forced us to defend ourselves against you, when we simply wished to practice the Shadow arts—”

“It is forbidden!” Charles cried. “Have you forgotten all your teachings, Erik? You, who rose to the rank of Knight Commander at twenty five? Shaw’s named successor to the rank of High Lord?”

His composure shattered, Erik grabbed Charles’ chin and closed the distance, fingers digging into flesh and snarled, “How dare you speak to me of Sebastian Shaw! He murdered my parents and stole me away, filling my head with nothing but filthy lies about my people! The Order of Light has taken everything from me, and given naught but pain and heartbreak in return!”

Charles’ heart ached for him, and for the boy he knew and loved for all those long years, as they trained side by side as the Order’s best and most promising recruits. Even now, he could not regret loving Erik, and bonding their souls together in life and beyond.

“Was there truly nothing?” Charles asked, and Erik’s hand instantly stilled, his long fingers no longer bruising but infinitely gentle as he continued, “Not even our love, Erik? Our bond? Were we not happy once? Those years we spent together, going on assignments together and greeting each new dawn in each other’s arms?”

Erik’s steely gaze softened even further, and he brushed his lips against Charles’ in an echo of that past devotion. “I’ve never been happier, before or since those halcyon days at your side. But that is yet another debt the Order owes me, Charles. For taking that which I love more than life and setting him as my greatest enemy.”

“And what do you intend to do then, now that I’m here?” Charles asked, his breath hitching as Erik ran his hand down his chest, and slid under the thin sheet that covered him. “You cannot keep me prisoner forever. They will come for me, Raven and Logan, and the others, and they will not stop until they raze this place to the ground. They will fight you to the last, Erik, even if all that’s left to recover are the rotted remains of their High Lord.”

Erik shook his head and laughed. “Let them come,” he said, as he unfastened his intricate robes and let them fall from his shoulders. “I will have what I need from you, Charles, long before your men can scale this mountain and breach the walls. Fate has delivered me a winning hand, and together, you and I will harness the Crucible, and take Genosha by force.”

And then Erik kissed him, and Charles felt himself fall.

#gerec writes #cherik #magic au #day 30 #au-gust 2020 #august writing challenge #better late than never right?#what light brings the dawn #paladin!Charles #dark mage!erik #there is another part from Erik's POV that needs to be written #that will explain his plans for Charles!!!

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randaccidents · 5 years ago

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Just like you / Just like me

Another one before I return to school! Most of the next few are just filling in little timeline bits before my next big event fic, so keep an eye out! This one happens during the shadow meetups, cause they might be cancelled but I am travelling back in time now. Also second person is hard when the pronouns do things to me but I tried :P

TW: violence, murder (you heard me), flashbacks, threats to a person

Shadow People AU by the fabulous @mine-sara-sp

Someone learns not to mess with family.

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They barely managed not to slam the door shut behind them, angrily sighing in frustration. Leaning back against the door, they let their cape curl up around them, giving them some brief comfort. A choked, muffled sob reminded them who they were looking for, and they pushed off the door. Keeping their steps audible, they turned the corner and kneeled down next to the sobbing shadow just beyond. “Hey, are you alright?”

Cavalier swiped angrily at his eyes, eyes similar to their own looking up at them with tears in them. “Of course I’m not alright! I can’t be when they keep! Doing! That!”

They flinched back slightly at the outburst, knowing that they had said the wrong thing. Of course he wasn’t alright, Coda had just tried to take his feather again, and no one else had bothered to pay attention. Cavalier cringed at their reaction, curling further into himself. Yellow particles of light drifted up from the bright yellow slash beneath his hand, buzzing angrily and refusing to close.

Sighing again (they seem to be doing that a lot these days), they reached up. Unhooking their cape, they shrugged it off their shoulders. The cloth rippled, momentarily forming sharp draconic wings before flopping down into its passive state. Gently, they wrapped their cape around the shoulders of their brother. Cavalier looked up in surprise. “But this is yours! Isn’t it like my-”

They flopped down next to Cavalier, holding out a hand. Their twin looked down at it, contemplative, before shakily raising his injured arm to take hold of theirs. Permission granted, they took Cavalier’s hand off of the injury, carefully wrapping the end of their cape around it. Hopefully (they hope, for they do not understand Vex magic), the magic in the cape might be able to cancel out whatever lingering effects came from the scythe. Cavalier sighed, leaning into their touch. They gently patted his head, mind wondering what they could possibly do to help. Everything they had tried so far had failed, Coda was still aggressive and would attack Cavalier at will. As their eyes drifted down to the shadow against him, a detail stood out. One that caused an idea to begin crafting itself in their head.

The band. Where once it had been all purple, now yellow was largely dominant. The clasp was made of gold, easily replicable, and they knew how to get that yellow.

They had their plan.

“Cavalier,” they began, catching their brother’s attention. Cavalier tilted his head back questioningly. “Could I take a look at your band? Not take it off, just look,” they quickly added, seeing the flash of fear across Cavalier’s face.

Patiently, they waited while Cavalier considered. In the meanwhile, they quickly looked over him, noting all the differences in their armours. Notably, they wore extra layers over their… scars…

They shivered at the thought of removing some layers. The blue might be gone, but there were clear light slashes across their skin, and the extra layers made them feel safer. Sure, they traded it for the ability to melt into the ground, but being able to fly more than made up for it.

A tap on their chest piece snapped their attention back to the present, back to his brother. With a small nod, Cavalier lifted his arm, the blue cape billowing off it gracefully. Reverently, they inspected the band, fingers lightly brushing over the clasp, noting the metalwork, every dip and bend and inscription. It was simply made, but they could feel the indent of a symbol; a broken portal, symbolic of the Empire. Satisfied with their findings, they moved back, Cavalier allowing his arm to fall naturally to cuddle against them.

They smiled down at him, before redirecting their attention. Mentally, they reached out, sifting through the strings. There, deep below them, the brilliant ting of gold. Replicating the sound in their mind, they reached down and pulled. A second, then the brilliant ting responded, flowing out of the ground to puddle in their hand. With their other hand, they directed the metal into a rounded sound, pressing flat notes into the divots on the metal. Before their eyes, the metal formed into a replica of the clasp on Cavalier’s arm. Tiny drops of gold dripped down it, extra material that wasn’t needed in the clasp. They hummed, using the sound to direct the droplets down their arm, forming a thin golden ring around their wrist, barely visible. Who knew when they would need a fast source of metal?

The sound of clapping snapped them out of their trance, and they flushed in embarrassment as Cavalier softly applauded them. “You have a lot of control over that Paladin! How long did it take you to do that?”

They lightly fiddled with the metal at their wrist, fingers pulling at the invisible strings of sound and directing the metal to twist into tiny shapes along their arm. “About a week of non-stop learning under Abyss, and however much training with Wels,” they admitted, pulling the metal back into place into its band. Gently, they shifted Cavalier off of their chest, standing up swiftly. Ignoring the questioning look their twin shot them, they took a deep breath and faded into the ground for the first time since the last world.

Being two-dimensional again was a weird experience, like coming back to a familiar place that was no longer yours. They didn’t waste any time in reforming, checking over themselves and comparing to Cavalier. As expected, nearly every feature of their summoned armour was similar, with minute differences in the helmet. Luckily, no one without smithing experience would know that the clasps and hinges were made just slightly different. Inspecting their arm, their satisfaction took a quick dip.

They’d forgotten about them, the extra armour they wore had helped them forget easily enough. Shakily, they touched a hand to the silvered scars on their arm, glowing bright under the sun. The blue might be long gone, but the memory of the fight and the blood and the hall and-

“Paladin? What are you planning?”

Blinking out of the memories, they turned to face Cavalier, who had stood up. The blue cape blew behind him, starkly outlining his frame. They wondered if that was what everyone saw when they looked at them. Blowing out a long breath, they directed a dull bong of coal to settle in their hand. “I’m planning on teaching them a lesson,” they stated simply, beginning to rub the coal over their scars. Inspecting the smudge, they grunted when the colour wasn’t quite the same.

Hands similar to theirs grabbed their own, easing the coal from their grip. Cavalier moved to the nearby pond, picking at stray pieces of clay left in the water. Cupping some water in his hand, he mixed the clay and coal in, eyes focused on his task. “Tell me how you intend to do that. I want to know,” he said, eyes flicking up briefly to pin them in place.

They sighed. Guess he really did have that Wels stubbornness and need to get into people’s business. Sitting down, they began tugging feathers out of their helm, stringing together a fake band of yellow. Feeling Cavalier’s gaze upon them again, they shrugged. “I’m going to go in there dressed as you, let them be mean. I know that if you go back in right now, Coda will try and attack you. I’m going to stab him. Then they’ll all know what happens to those who mess with family.” The next feather snapped taut in their hands, and they took a deeper breath before they continued to weave the fake band, holding it up against their arm to check its length. Satisfied by its length, they brought it back down to begin tying it to the fake clasp. There was no need to make it permanent after all, it just needed to last the next thirty minutes.

Footsteps, then Cavalier was knelt before them, gently lifting their left arm. Dipping a finger into the mixture in his hands, he deftly smeared it on, spreading it evenly and damping the edges. They watched the silver disappear from their arms, replaced by a grey the same shade as them. When Cavalier moved on to their other arm, they inspected their now freed arm. The paint was expertly applied, the colour and texture scarily similar to their own arm and armour. Idly, they wondered how many times Cavalier had done this.

A light touch near their neck had them swatting Cavalier away in a sudden panic, eyes wide. The other shadow pouted up at them. “You have some silver on your neck and face and I will not let you go in without a proper disguise! How did you even get silver, that's not possible.” Cavalier grumbled, hands making grabbing motions towards their face. Rolling their eyes at their twin’s antics, they cautiously leaned forward, keeping a close eye on his hands. The idea of hands near their face was nerve wracking, for reasons they couldn’t identify. They followed their hands as he charted a path along their neck and up to their face, gently layering and smoothing on the paint. Once Cavalier was satisfied, he snatched up the fake favour, moving to their left arm. They simply watched, unwilling to break him out of his current mood. It was much better than the crying pile of shadows and light he had been earlier, and they were grateful for that at least.

Cavalier easily adjusted the band, stepping back to observe his handiwork. He frowned. “If you are going to do this, you need to hold yourself more like me.”

They raised an eyebrow at their twin. “Why are you so interested in helping me with this? I get that you agreed with my plan when you helped with hiding those, but why help me this much?”

“Maybe I’m feeling a little vicious right now, and I want someone hurt,” Cavalier snapped back, face hard and angry. They flinched back, shocked by the sudden outburst. Cavalier’s expression quickly softened, his next words holding some semblance of softness. “Sorry, I might be a little tired and angry of always being attacked here. Some small part of me wants them to suffer. And it's not like hurting someone else isn’t normal.”

They sighed, moving forward to hold Cavalier close again. “Hurting someone else isn’t supposed to be normal, but I guess that’s the world we live in.” Internally, they wished they could change it for him, but they supposed that this was the best they could do right now. Stepping back, they gave him a crooked grin. “Now, teach me how to act like you. I’ve got someone to stab.”

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Standing before the door, they took a deep breath. Rolling their shoulders back, they loosened their whole stance further. Then, they retensed their shoulders, holding themselves like how Cavalier taught them. Look at attention, but afraid all at the same time. Cavalier had shrugged when they asked why they knew how he held himself. “Training. I’m supposed to know how someone holds themselves, even me.” They had brushed that aside quickly.

Hand on the doorknob, they took a deep breath. It would be the last breath they would take for a while, Cavalier doesn’t consciously breathe like they do.

They turned the doorknob, and he entered the room.

Everyone’s eyes turned to him, and they barely remembered to flinch, curling into himself defensively. Timidly, he waved with his right hand. “Am I welcome back?”

A quick flutter of wings alerted him to 3D’s presence, the shadow turning from where he faced Coda to smile at him. “Cavalier! Are you feeling better?”

He gave him a shy smile, mouth opening to answer.

“You’re back.”

Coda shoved past 3D, pushing the smaller shadow to the floor as he walked up to him. He took a quick step back, but it did nothing to prevent Coda from grabbing his arm over the yellow wound, pushing him against the wall as the scythe slid under his arm yet again. He/They froze, looking up fearfully. “Coda, let me go?”

The other shadow leaned forward, pressing the blade of the scythe closer. “And why should I? You are the last one I have to deal with on my mission. Don’t bother looking around, no one will help you.”

Someone barrelled into them, dragging Coda’s arm down slightly. He looked down, meeting 3D’s determined eyes. “Coda, please stop, no one needs to get hurt!”

Coda growled, briefly shifting the weapon away to throw 3D roughly to the ground. “And who will stop me? You? Them?” he said, gesturing to the crowd behind him. They peeked curiously over Coda’s shoulder while his attention was off them, looking for any form of help.

They could faintly see Trip, holding back Red from homicide, the feral shadow gripping two weapons tight. Joyful was hidden behind Biedronka and Chamomile, barely seen. Many of the other shadows just… stood around, watching. Being useless.

They could see why Cavalier felt angry. Other than the shadows just… watched. Not helping. It made them feel alone.

just like back then, alone and cornered without help and only the sound of breathing and clanging and bells-

“You’re not even paying attention. Pathetic. You’ve even forgotten your training.” The arm holding him up shook him violently, shaking them out of it. They looked back at Coda, fear-filled memories still echoing in their mind. The scythe came back up between them, pressing him further into the wall. “You’re alone, the last of a dead group. Look out the window.”

The scythe pushed under his jaw, forcing him to turn his head. “Do you see? Not even he is going to come and help you. Accept your fate, and let me finish my duty.”

He could see, just outside, a flap of blue. Cavalier. He was waiting for them. Eyes hardening, they twisted their arm to grab Coda’s, head turning sharply to face him. “You’re right, they’re not. Because I am already here.”

And they let their mouth fall open with a loud distorted scream, mixing phantom and enderman and the growling cry of ambush into one, directing the metal around their wrist and sat in a lump on their upper arm to follow in its piercing wave of destruction. They could feel the gold respond, shooting uncontrollably in all directions, piercing through the air. They watched in satisfaction as the metal struck through Coda, piercing deep and spreading through, doing constant damage. The reaper shadow’s faintly shocked face quickly disappeared into smoke under the onslaught, and they could see the metal reaching out greedily, following their distorted and uncontrolled direction.

They closed their mouth with finality, satisfied. They reached a hand out, directing the still-screaming metal into a singular note, bringing back into a band on their wrist. They winced slightly in pain as the metal pierced into their left arm was extracted, breathing in a much needed breath. Straightening, metal pieces still returning to them, they glared angrily at the cowering shadows in the room. “Let this be my final warning. The next time someone physically attacks Cavalier, I will kill them immediately without remorse. That is a promise.”

They tilted their head to the Empire shadows. “And thank you for trying your best. I understand why you are doing what you do. Thank you for preventing the situation from getting worse.” Turning, they stalked out of the room, nothing left to say.

Closing the door firmly behind them, they sighed loudly, a hand rubbing down their face. They felt drained, but Cavalier was waiting for them. Walking with purpose, they turned the corner, finding Cavalier waiting for him against the nearest pillar. Their twin pushed off the wall, moving forward to place a hand on their injured arm, yellow holes already beginning to close. “Thank you for standing up for me,” he whispered, gently leaning his forehead onto their arm.

They hesitated, before gently resting their other hand on Cavalier’s head. When Cavalier didn’t flinch away, they gently petted the top of his helmet. “Let’s go home Cav, I don’t think we can go back in right now.”

Cavalier raised his head, nodding. “This won’t happen again, will it?”

They slowly moved their hand to his back, rubbing gently. “I don’t know. Hopefully not. Come on, we’ll be back for the next one.”

With their hand on his back, they turned them around to head back home.

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Wels was waiting for them when they returned, hands on his hips. Wordlessly, he holds up his communicator, big bolded words practically jumping out of the screen.

*Renthedog’s shadow was impaled by Welknight’s shadow.

“So which of you stabbed which of his?”

They shrugged their shoulders. “I stabbed Coda because he was threatening Cavalier. Again.”

Wels nodded, quickly typing something into the chat group before flipping it back over to show them, the chat flying by lightning fast as hermits responded.

[Wels] Ren I know what happened

[Wels] Paladin looked at Coda and went “I want that twink obliterated”

[Grian] bdfkjgbf jkgs

[Beef] jsknbdfjfdngkfhndg

[Mumbo] kjsnesjkdngdjgr

[Doc] wait Coda’s a twink?

[Ren] HAHAHA ok gotcha

[Doc] wait does that mean Ren is a twink too?

[Ren] >:0

[False] yes

[Etho] yes

[Scar] yes

[Iskall] definitely

[Ren] >>:V

[Doc] noted

Cavalier snorted, giggling. They smiled back at Wels, glad that he wasn’t mad at them either. Their summoner slung an arm over their shoulders, winking. “Wanna tell me how you destroyed that shadow?”

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lunarchocommunist · 2 years ago

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Okay so my absolute favorite D20 OC I have is Dayne Blayde’s Brother. Please before you start booing or drifting away in confusion, please listen. I’m co-owner of a Fantasy High roleplay discord server and we had some jag-off (a man whom I love as one of my great friends) came in wanting to play Dayne fucking Blayde. I was so doubtful that we should even let him. I thought “wow this is gonna be some jerk wanting to just play a villain or a boohoo boy or something” But no. The depth, the redemption arc, the passionate Dayne Blayde/Fabian shipping that came about by this man joining was insane so I give him the credit of some of the best writing I have given. Together we ended up coming up with the reasons why Dayne was even a part of the plan to destroy Solace that feels so right for D20 that it is sometimes hard to forget its not canon. Dayne was raised in the church ofc, groomed from a young age to be a good helio boy and paladin, his father an upstanding member of the church and a horrible person in general who’s family must behave in the proper way and be perfect. Every one of the Balyde siblings from oldest to youngest were under this man for years, Broken in different ways The eldest, Dwyght, became the perfect embodiment of a soldier for his god. A blank slate for orders. Fergys turned into a despicable man that finds so much joy in hurting and abusing others. Radclyffe, the middle child, was full of greed and didn’t care for others, taking all he could and trying to keep from others. Clyfford, poor Clyfford. Cruelty drawn out by the siblings around them when they manage to make him react at all. Closed in on themself and withdrawn from the world. And Dayne Blayde was the youngest of the group of children all with unnecessary Y’s in their names., the only on that didn’t go to the Helio parochial school All because they had been planning for him to be the new king of Solace for years. Clyfford is my baby of the group. My sweet soft boy. The runt of the group that became the best at running and hiding when things got hard. They learned rogue skills despite their father’s opinion that they are far above such underhanded dealings in the Blayde household (hypocrisy at its finest) In some universes they are trained as a rogue *by* the church. In the basic canon though when Dayne came back from hell (accidental revenant style) the four older siblings attacked him and then laid waste by all of Dayne’s newfound friends. All except Clyfford who was sick of their other siblings and told Fergys to “eat shit” before he was summarily murdered by the second oldest Blayde sibling. I had not played them up to that point as anything other than a DM but after that I fell in love and so had the other players who wanted them to live. I and one of the other DMs played it out that they were taken by Aguefort and placed into a point in time where their father could no longer have access or influence over them. Flash to about a week later, I introduce a new rogues teacher to the school as my OC named Cole Smith a 30 year old who was a quiet and reserved person, unused to children but trying their best. Mx. Smith then after a few weeks found Dayne Blayde and the secret came out as they revealed their story to their brother and apologized for having been shitty for all those years and being unable or unwilling to protect their little brother like a big brother should. They are currently in a relationship with the cools nurse and has been on a few adventures in main canon but I have a few AUs with them also where they get to shine more as a washed up actor, a secret agent, a spy for the church, and a protective older sibling to Dayne. Their hair is often dyed pink and their heart is full of hurt and full of love and they are my precious. Also of not one of my partners in the AUs picked up Radclyffe also and she has transitioned into a girl and a wizard and is thriving. Her name in the tradition if the Blayde family is Claryssa.

If you are a fan of TTRPG Shows (like TAZ, CR, D20, Naddpod, etc) please reblog and tell me all about your OC for these shows.

Don't even fucking lie saying you don't have one, we were all teens who made OCs and then got into D&D where we make characters for fun, I know you have one.

That one character you keep tucked away in the corner in case you ever got invited on the stream even though you know it will never happen.

Give me everything you have: character sheets, drawings, your ten pages of lore. I want it all so I can hoard it and admire it like a damn dragon. it doesn't deserve to be hidden away, show them off! I would love to see them!

(edit) also, for every 10 people who say one, I reblog talking about one of mine. Since we're at ten, check the reblogs for my 1st one, lol.

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rigb0ner · 5 years ago

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Okay, you guys asked for it! I hope you enjoy reading! :)

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In order for Lance and Shiro to make it out alive from the Blade of Marmora trials, they have only two choices:

1. to fuck

2. to fight

However, Lance doesn't want to fight, and Shiro doesn't want to fuck.

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a.k.a. an AU where Lance accompanies Shiro to the Blade of Marmora instead of Keith, and there is no "Knowledge or death" but a choice to "Fuck or fight".

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Shiro's behavior has been rather... aggressive, especially towards Lance in the last few days. Neither of the two could conclude the reason why though. However, Lance had a few ideas. He knew he was annoying at times. The groans he often earned from his teammates where more than enough proof, but he was harmless. Lance was the Blue Paladin, the heart of Voltron. He was a huge asset to the team, not because he had the ability to easily lift their spirits with his silliness and contagious smile, but because he cared. He valued his teammates' concerns over his own. Yes, he was arrogant, but he was also, and mostly, considerate.

But, for some reason, he wasn't able to lift everyone's spirits. He liked to think that he had a specific bond with each of his teammates, even Keith. Aside from all the daily bickering over very ridiculous topics, there was mutual fondness and respect between them both. However, it was Shiro who gave him the darkest of glares and the most disgusted of sighs. It hurt, to think that someone whom he deeply admired since he first enlisted in the Garrison, would treat him so condescendingly. He was his hero, and it killed Lance to be scorned so often by him, for reasons unknown. But Lance wasn't an idiot. He knew when to stop himself from escalating situations from bad to worse.

And now, with no one else to be by Shiro's side, due to having their own tasks that were specifically correlated with their lions, Lance would stand by his leader. And he would be there for him, no matter how difficult the situation, to help him, and maybe, to prove himself to Shiro that he wasn't careless, and that he actually gave a shit. But he could tell by the look on Shiro's face that he was not at all excited to have him as his only choice. The Blue Paladin did well to resist the urge to scoff and cross his arms in irritation, and stood tall, prepared to begin for their mission.

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Lance and Shiro had learned that the Blade of Marmora were a secretive rebel group fighting against the Galra Empire, and the only way they could form an alliance was to attempt several trials to become members to fight along side each other when it was time for battle. The two Paladins would endure intense battles in each of the several rooms, together. They would be stripped from their Paladin uniforms, and any bayard would be confiscated.

Lance knew bringing their personal weapons was forbidden, but he thought he'd bring his bayard just in case. However, like Shiro, he was given a new suit, as well as a new weapon. Lance's hand now tightened around the tang of his blade—an item that felt so foreign in his hand—feeling his palms sweating as his legs trembled. This was definitely not his usual weapon of choice. It didn't feel right. But the Blue Paladin watched Shiro in awe, standing in place as his leader suddenly let out a battle cry, then clashed his blade with their opponent's. He moved swiftly, dodged quickly, and stabbed mercilessly, leading them to the next chamber. Lance couldn't feel more useless. To his amazement, however, Shiro clearly knew what he was doing, taking down each opponent with the intention to succeed, with or without Lance. The Blue Paladin felt pathetic to say the least.

But as they continued to press onward from each room prior to the next, Lance had noticed that their opponents grew more numerous. Shiro, now bruised and bloody, slowly losing his strength and breath, was struggling to fight, as their opponents came at them in full force. Lance had to do something. He needed to help. But what could he, an inexperienced fighter, do to help his leader? It was obvious that he couldn't just stand there and watch. So, with a firm grip around his weapon, Lance breathed in shakily, suddenly bracing himself, then ran fast, and lunged forward—although clumsily—at their opponent with his blade, hearing Shiro immediately shout his name. Lance ignored him, or perhaps, he didn't hear. However, his weapon clashed with his opponent's, steel scraping against each other as their blades collided.

Despite Shiro's strength receding, he continued to slice and kick with all the might he had left, watching Lance from his peripheral vision as his opponent's limp body fell to the floor. His heart was racing with adrenaline as he heaved a heavy breath. But then the sound of a painful hiss caught Shiro's attention as his face turned completely towards Lance's direction. The sight of blood oozing from his partner's shoulder made him run fast, stabbing the opponents’ abdomens without hesitation. When he withdrew his blade he stared at Lance with the slightest bit of concern before scowling. "Why did you interfere?" he questioned breathlessly, although raising his voice.

Lance held his painful shoulder upright, not appreciating Shiro's tone and glare whatsoever. He inhaled a sharp breath and pumped up his chest defiantly, brows narrowing in irritation. "Stop treating me like I'm your bitch," he hissed, slightly surprising himself from the sudden outburst. "What kind of question is that? Did you just expect me to stand there and watch you get hurt? Whether you want me here or not, I want to help you! Why is that such a problem? You can't die on us!"

"Watch your tone," Shiro retorted, scowling at Lance's disobedience. "I can take care of myself!" he added. Lance scoffed, "Yeah. Of course you can." He dared to give Shiro the most annoyed look before breaking eye contact, walking towards the next chamber as the doors slid open.

So stubborn, they thought.

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This next chamber they entered, Lance noticed, was smaller, unlike the previous ones. There was another thing his eyes caught sight of; a bed, in the middle of the empty room. It was the strangest thing he’d seen since they entered the Blade’s headquarters. The uneasiness in his stomach only grew when the sudden flash of a hologram appeared in front of them, revealing the face of Kolivan, the leader of the Blade of Marmora. He then spoke, "You have made it to the final trial, upon which you have succeeded on the previous challenges. But, for this last trial, however, you have two choices to make."

"What are they?" Lance questioned anxiously, not quite understanding the small curve forming on Kolivan's lips as he spoke.

"You two must choose to fight, or to bond," Kolivan explained.

"Wait," said the Blue Paladin, "what do you mean 'to bond'?"

Shiro's expression looked just as perplexed, and then there was a slight pause, before Kolivan elaborated. "You must join together to breed. If not, you must fight each other. There is no other option."

Lance gawked at Shiro in horror, beyond bewildered.

No.

No way.

No freaking way is this happening!

I don't want to fight, but I...

"Make a choice," Kolivan said, before the hologram subsequently disappeared. Lance couldn't help but quiver in fear, feeling unbelievably gawky as he stood subconsciously close next to Shiro, hearing the doors close from behind them. How ridiculous he'd felt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

What do we do?

"Lance," Shiro spoke suddenly in a deep tone, earning the Blue Paladin's attention, who’d hesitated before responding nervously.

"Yeah, Shiro?"

Oh my god! Does he actually want to do this with me?

"Are you ready?"

Holy shit!

"U-um... actually, I... I've never done this before," Lance admitted bashfully, watching Shiro narrow his brows in response.

"What do you mean? Of course you have. Did you forget about all the battles we've been through? Or, perhaps, our training?" Shiro questioned.

The Blue Paladin's eyes widened, realizing they were clearly not on the same page. "Wait. Shiro... do you actually want to fight me?" he asked in an obviously frightened tone.

Shiro laughed. "Well, I'm certainly not going to fuck you."

Lance couldn't ignore the unsettling feeling in his chest as his leader said those anxiety-inducing words. "But, I... I don't want to fight!" he exclaimed, watching Shiro draw out his blade.

"What are you suggesting?" his leader questioned in a warning tone, watching him squirm in place. The Blue Paladin was clearly contemplating on what to say, but he couldn't form any words.

Don't say it, you idiot!

He doesn't want to hear it!

Shiro cocked a brow, feeling impatient as his weapon was now pointing directly towards the Blue Paladin. "Well?"

"Please, Shiro," Lance begged, arms surrendering over his chest as the tip of the blade brushed against his palm. "Don't. I don't want to fight."

Backing away slowly from his leader, his hand tightening around the tang of his own blade, completely unwilling to use it against Shiro. He couldn't. Not when he was aware of his leader's capability to take him down so easily. He could certainly try, though, but he thought it was pointless. Shiro scoffed, but oddly wore a small smirk on his face. His unusual behavior was all too concerning for the Blue Paladin. "Come on, Lance," he began. "Let's put your training to the test."

But Lance looked troubled, pedaling back once again as Shiro slowly stepped forward. "I'm not going to fight you, Shiro," he stated. "I won't!"

The smirk on his leader's face suddenly faltered, staring at the boy's frightened but immune expression, which was pleading him to reconsider. Lance clearly wasn't going to quit, and it only pissed Shiro off. But Lance stayed still, watching the older Paladin come closer, slowly lowering his outstretched hand in front of him. However, the young Paladin couldn't exactly pinpoint the intention behind his leader's fervent stare. Whatever it was, though, Lance couldn't help but feel excited, and cautious, as Shiro walked into his personal space, hand tightening around the weapon next to his thigh. Then, Lance felt a hand cup his chin — Shiro's dark gray eyes never leaving his blue ones. "You're not a cadet anymore, Lance. You're a Paladin of Voltron, a defender of the universe. And as such, it is your job to protect the innocent," his leader explained, leaning in close to the boy's face. "Isn't that right? Don't you want to protect the ones you love?"

Lance simply nodded, feeling desperate and confused, although entranced by Shiro's thumb caressing his lips, which trembled slightly from the contact. "For someone with so much potential, your carelessness overwhelms it all. I just can't seem to get any peace and quiet with you around." The Black Paladin sighed subsequently, but in an eerily relieved kind of way that Lance didn't understand.

"You don't mean that," the younger Paladin retorted, voice shaking. "I know that I can be irritating at times, but Shiro, I'm more than that! You know that it's..."

"That's enough already!" Shiro interrupted, suddenly shoving Lance away, causing him to trip on his feet and fall on his back.

***

WIP #2: Sharpshooter

Lance experiences his very first blowjob with the Captain of the IGF-Atlas—Takashi Shirogane—also known as his longtime hero and crush ever since he enlisted in the Galaxy Garrison.

***

“Good morning, Cadet.”

Lance furrowed his brows in confusion, turning his head to see—Commander Iverson, and, oh, some things just never change.

“Good morning, Sir,” he cleared his throat, “but, with all due respect, it’s Lieutenant, now.”

Commander Iverson chuckled. “Indeed. How you’ve grown.”

Lance nodded. “Yes. I’d say so.”

A sudden tension filled the air.

”Sir?”

“I... um, I believe I owe you an apology.”

Lance pretended not to understand. After all, he’d hoped this moment would come. He knew that he’d prove himself eventually.

“What for, Sir?”

”For not seeing your greatness within.”

Now, that—that wasn’t what Lance was expecting to hear. Those exact words... he’d heard them before, but not like this. It was strange, to say the least. But nevertheless, it flattered him. And yet, he didn’t care. Commander Iverson never cared, and Lance was sure those words were meaningless.

But... it’s all in the past, now. Lance knew that he couldn’t please everybody. Although, having other people’s respect, especially from those who doubted him, was, admittedly, very satisfying. That was all he ever wanted—besides flying.

Lance broke the silence. “It’s fine, Sir. I know that my behavior in the past wasn’t the best, but, as you can see, I am pretty great now.“

Commander Iverson cleared his throat. “You are. Thank you for your service, Lance.”

The Lieutenant offered a smiled in response. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity.”

Despite your lack of faith.

“Anyway, what are my duties for today, Commander?”

”Oh, well, perhaps you can start by checking inventory.”

”Okay.”

“Actually, before you do that, Lieutenant McClain...”

“Yes?”

“Captain Shirogane wants to see you.”

***

He was stalling himself...

Lance wasn’t really sure why, but all he knew was that he was actually nervous to see his Captain. In fact, he was taking all the precious time in the world, with the intent of distracting himself by whatever means necessary.

And, truth be told, he felt absolutely ridiculous.

The Lieutenant hadn’t realized how tight his grip around the clipboard was. He was clutching it for dear life, but why?

Lance wandered around the building, uncertain of where he was going, passing by instructors and other commanding officers—until, he reached an empty corridor. It was slightly dim, and quiet. Good. He needed a moment to himself.

The Lieutenant sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. His mind was suddenly flooding with dreadful thoughts:

Why am I hiding? We’ve been dating for a few weeks now! But...

“God,” he muttered under his breath, resting his head back against the wall, “I’m so pathetic.”

And that’s when he realized, it had been a while since they’ve communicated, which was understandable, considering the fact that they’ve both been very busy with their own individual assignments. Lance missed him, of course. Lance rarely got to see the Captain during the day.

They didn’t always get to see each other everyday, but sometimes they were given the chance to share a few minutes of conversation with each other—mostly during lunch, and meetings, however.

But now, Shiro had asked to see Lance personally. And, despite what people may think of him, Lance wasn’t such a fool as certain people claimed. He’d noticed the expression on Shiro’s face the last few times they’ve interacted, and it sent shivers down his spine. Although, his Captain was very clever at covering it up with that polite and handsome smile. It was the look of lust. That was definitely the look Shiro giving him. Lance knew it because he’d been staring at him the same way.

Granted, again, they’ve only been dating for a few weeks, and their busy schedules gave them less time to communicate and spend time together, even when they were both free. But make no mistake, there was clearly tension between the two of them whenever they were in the same room, and Lance liked it, but he also feared it because of how powerful Shiro’s presence was whenever he entered the room. Everybody would stand immediately in respect, whether Shiro expected it or not. And Lance wasn’t surprised, but he didn’t know what to think. He loved his Captain’s intimating side, but at the same time, he feared it.

***

And... that’s all I’ve got, if it weren’t for my damn writer’s block!!! :’(

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading the progress of these fics because I honestly enjoyed writing them. I would have loved to finish them but I just can’t anymore... it sucks, I know, but that’s how it is! I love you all <333

#anonymous #asks #shance #wips

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stormbabylore · 4 months ago

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I unlocked paladin strictly because I wanted the full role quest lore for ShB. I didn't get excited about it until I got this top in a dungeon and put together this glam, and from there an entire unwilling WoL AU was born. Then the EW role quests gave me that perfect parallel with Kan-e-Senna, and now I'm sold.

I have too many AUs for this child.

Anyway, I really like how this picture turned out.

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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years ago

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Why can't I hold all these cool stories?

CURRENT CRAVINGS: Please see this GDoc, because I have some plots I’d like to try! I’m primarily interested in original plots and characters; setting them in original worlds or fandom worlds is fine. I am not interested in playing canons other than as side characters/world filler as of right now.

DISCORD: KYLO REN AT CHILI’S#8808

PERSONAL PREFERENCES

I’m over eighteen, and would prefer my partners are, too. This doesn’t mean I’m interested in NSFW-heavy plots; I do not write smut. It just means I’m more comfortable writing and interacting with other adults.

I consider myself to be lit-adv. I tend to enjoy partners in the lit+ category, but as long as you’re an enthusiastic and engaging partner, I don’t care about perfect grammar. I would rather write with someone just as involved and excited as I am, than I would with someone who isn't very engaging but knows exactly what to do with obscure punctuation.

I’m not interested in playing only one type of character or playing against only one type of character. I typically don’t enjoy writing with people who are only interested in playing one type of relationship dynamic or one kind of character (such as only m/f, playing the female, or m/m, playing the “bottom”). I have no problem with these dynamics or characters at all, nor do I have an issue playing against them. I just prefer more variety, compromise, and opportunity.

OOC chatter is really important to me. I can’t write with someone that I don’t feel like I can get to know. I’m looking for friends, not a faceless reply robot. I won’t communicate over any medium but Discord. I've tried Kik, Hangouts, etc.; they just don't stick for me. If you would prefer first contact be through email, you can shoot me a quick message and your handle to [email protected].

I’m fine with threading in a GDoc or a server, but I will not thread over DMs. It’s difficult to have OOC chatter and the thread over the top of each other.

If you're looking for a partner that writes a reply a day without fail, that's not me. I prefer that we don't have "posting schedules” or set posting times, because I find that it turns writing into a chore. It's great if you reply immediately, and it's totally okay if you need a week to figure something out! You’re absolutely free to poke me. I’m not always the most mindful. However, I’m not going to reply every day. Three to four times a week is my frequency.

PLOT PREFERENCES

I’m interested in both fandom and original settings, and I’m down for playing both canon characters and OCs. I don’t necessarily prefer one or the other.

I definitely prefer canon doubling from my partners in fandom plots; I mesh better with people who do a little give-and-take when it comes to that. If you only play one canon character or only play OCs against canons and won’t play canons, I don’t think we’ll work.

I can play as many characters as needed, whether it's just one or it's six. Whatever our story calls for, I can manage that. In fact, I would love to play multiple “main” pairings so we can both get what we want, versus a single main pairing (unless it’s a pairing/dynamic we both like equally well). I find more than one facet to a plot really interesting, and multiple characters helps flesh out a story’s dimensions.

I’m absolutely interested in joining groups, so please don’t be shy about asking me to participate in plots with more than two players. So long as they don’t involve me writing sexual NSFW, we’re Gucci; everyone else writing NSFW isn’t a deal breaker for me.

Multiple threads and plots at the same time are no issue for me. In fact, I love the idea that we click so well that we just can't stop coming up with good ideas! So definitely don't be afraid to pitch something new to me, whether it's because you want to switch gears (and drop a thread for another), or want to do everything at once.

Romance is a must for me! I prefer slow and agonizing journeys to get there, but my attention is best held by romantic chemistry between characters.

I can provide writing samples upon request, though I never require them from my partner. Additionally, I have some plots written out if you're interested in that sort of thing. Otherwise, we can brainstorm together!

FANDOMS

I’m very much a fandom player. I’m always down for AUs, or inserting our own characters into the plots of fandoms! This is in no way a complete list; never be afraid to ask if I’m into something! I’ve probably forgotten a hundred things I love.

Most of my fandoms will have favorite canon characters listed with them, both who I like playing and playing against; you’re always welcome to ask about others not listed.* There’s a good chance I’m pretty good with them!

*I will play OCs in every fandom, but I might not play canons in every fandom.

ALWAYS

The Bartimaeus Trilogy (Nathaniel, Kitty Jones, and Bartimaeus), DC (any Titan, Jinx, Arthur Curry, Steve Trevor, Circe, and Diana Prince), Elder Scrolls (player canons and/or OCs preferred, but feel free to ask about canons), Fallout: New Vegas and 4 (Arcade Gannon, Paladin Danse, R.J. MacCready, Arthur Maxson, Veronica Santangelo, Cait, Rose of Sharon Cassidy, and player canons), Game of Thrones (Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Ramsay Bolton, and Willas Tyrell), His Dark Materials (OCs preferred), Hunger Games (OCs preferred), Inception (Arthur, and Eames, but OCs preferred), Marvel (Peter Parker, Scott Lang, Bucky Barnes, Miles Morales, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Gwen Stacy, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Kitty Pryde, and Megan Gwynn), Miraculous Ladybug (Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste), The Mortal Instruments (Simon Lewis, Raphael Santiago, and Alec Lightwood), Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Annabeth Chase, Will Solace, Piper McLean, and Leo Valdez), Star Trek (Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, S'chn T'gai Spock, and Pavel Chekov), Star Wars (Obi Wan Kenobi, Jacen Solo, Jaina Solo, Jagged Fel, Mara Jade Skywalker, Rey Skywalker, Poe Dameron, Luke Skywalker, Boba Fett, Sintas Vel, and Ahsoka Tano), The Walking Dead (Glenn Rhee, and Negan), Warriors (Firestar, Squirrelflight, Jayfeather, and Hawkfrost)

SOMETIMES

Boku no Hero Academia (Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Todoroki Shoto, and Uraraka Ochaco), Bungou Stray Dogs (OCs preferred, but feel free to ask about canons), Digimon (OCs preferred), Dragon Age (Fenris, Cullen Rutherford, Cassandra Pentaghast, and Dorian Pavus), Final Fantasy VII (Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Reno, and Sephiroth), Harry Potter (Narcissa Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Regulus Black, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Luna Lovegood; play my favorite ship with me, and I'll do whatever you want, literally.), Mystic Messenger (Choi Saeyoung, Han Jumin, Kang Jaehee, and Choi Saeran), Naruto (Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka, Gaara, Hyuuga Hinata, and Uchiha Sasuke), Ouran High School Host Club (Ootori Kyouya, Hitachiin Hikaru, and Hitachiin Kaoru), Pokémon (Red, Blue, N, Guzma, and player canons)

NOT SURE, BUT WILLING TO EXPLORE

Avatar: the Last Airbender (particularly Zutara), Eragon, Howl's Moving Castle, Kiznaiver, The Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, Steven Universe, Tokyo Ghoul, Twilight, Yuri!!! on Ice

GENRES

For the most part, I’ll genuinely play most any genre! Of course, everyone says that, but then they shoot down all your suggestions because everyone has stuff they don’t like doing. I’ll try to make this as brief as I can, and know that if something isn’t listed, but you’re pretty sure (based on everything else) that I’m into it, then definitely let me know what you’re thinking!

SETTINGS

A/B/O (I will not play only alphas for only omegas, nor will I play overly trope-y, non-con, “boys love”/"yaoi" plots.), Age of Sail, alien worlds/alien invasions, celebrity, fairytales and mythology (including “inspired by” retellings), fantasy (including medieval, urban, and high fantasy), alt-historical and modern royalty, mutants/gifted, organized crime, science fiction (especially including aliens), some historical (excluding medieval, colonial, and the Roaring Twenties/Great Depression), supernatural, Victorian (especially the London ton), post-apocalyptic

PAIRING DYNAMICS

arranged marriage (I’m always down for slinging our characters together, whether or not they want to. It’s always a bonus if their families hate each other.), enemies to lovers (I love conflict of any sort, especially romantic!), human x not-human (The not-human must be sentient.), bad guy x good guy, intellectual x emotional, captive x captured (especially when the captured is willful, annoying, and full of fight), step-siblings (I don’t play step-parents x step-kids, so please don’t ask!), status/power imbalances (such as characters being from different socioeconomic strata or different ranks/positions in an organization), celebrity x bodyguard (I’m okay with the celebrity being the son/daughter/offspring of someone famous!), famous x not famous, rivals of any sort, unwilling traveling companions, unwilling soulmates

If any of this interests you, please feel free to reach out to me however! I'm really looking forward to hearing from you!

#oc rp #multiple paragraph #para #semipara #oneline #long term #messenger #marvel rp #harry potter rp #marauders rp #mcu rp #dc rp #submission

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rp-dreamland · 5 years ago

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Why can't I hold all these cool stories?

DISCORD: KYLO REN AT CHILI’S#8808

TIMEZONE: CST

PERSONAL PREFERENCES

I consider myself to be lit-adv. I tend to enjoy partners in the lit+ category, but as long as you’re an enthusiastic and engaging partner, I don’t care about perfect grammar. I would rather write with someone just as involved and excited as I am, than I would with someone who isn’t very engaging but knows exactly what to do with obscure punctuation.

OOC chatter is really important to me. I can’t write with someone that I don’t feel like I can get to know. I’m looking for friends, not a faceless reply robot. I won’t communicate over any medium but Discord. I’ve tried Kik, Hangouts, etc.; they just don’t stick for me. If you would prefer first contact be through email, you can shoot me a quick message and your handle to [email protected].

I’m fine with threading in a GDoc or a server, but I will not thread over DMs. It’s difficult to have OOC chatter and the thread over the top of each other.

If you’re looking for a partner that writes a reply a day without fail, that’s not me. I prefer that we don’t have “posting schedules” or set posting times, because I find that it turns writing into a chore. It’s great if you reply immediately, and it’s totally okay if you need a week to figure something out! You’re absolutely free to poke me. I’m not always the most mindful. However, I’m not going to reply every day. Three to four times a week is my frequency.

PLOT PREFERENCES

I’m interested in both fandom and original settings, and I’m down for playing both canon characters and OCs. I don’t necessarily prefer one or the other.

I can play as many characters as needed, whether it’s just one or it’s six. Whatever our story calls for, I can manage that. In fact, I would love to play multiple “main” pairings so we can both get what we want, versus a single main pairing (unless it’s a pairing/dynamic we both like equally well). I find more than one facet to a plot really interesting, and multiple characters helps flesh out a story’s dimensions.

Multiple threads and plots at the same time are no issue for me. In fact, I love the idea that we click so well that we just can’t stop coming up with good ideas! So definitely don’t be afraid to pitch something new to me, whether it’s because you want to switch gears (and drop a thread for another), or want to do everything at once.

Romance is a must for me! I prefer slow and agonizing journeys to get there, but my attention is best held by romantic chemistry between characters.

I can provide writing samples upon request, though I never require them from my partner. Additionally, I have some plots written out if you’re interested in that sort of thing. Otherwise, we can brainstorm together!

FANDOMS

*I will play OCs in every fandom, but I might not play canons in every fandom.

ALWAYS

SOMETIMES

Boku no Hero Academia (Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Todoroki Shoto, and Uraraka Ochaco), Bungou Stray Dogs (OCs preferred, but feel free to ask about canons), Digimon (OCs preferred), Dragon Age (Fenris, Cullen Rutherford, Cassandra Pentaghast, and Dorian Pavus), Final Fantasy VII (Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Reno, and Sephiroth), Harry Potter (Narcissa Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Regulus Black, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Luna Lovegood; play my favorite ship with me, and I’ll do whatever you want, literally.), Mystic Messenger (Choi Saeyoung, Han Jumin, Kang Jaehee, and Choi Saeran), Naruto (Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka, Gaara, Hyuuga Hinata, and Uchiha Sasuke), Ouran High School Host Club (Ootori Kyouya, Hitachiin Hikaru, and Hitachiin Kaoru), Pokémon (Red, Blue, N, Guzma, and player canons)

NOT SURE, BUT WILLING TO EXPLORE

Avatar: the Last Airbender (particularly Zutara), Eragon, Howl’s Moving Castle, Kiznaiver, The Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, Steven Universe, Tokyo Ghoul, Twilight, Yuri!!! on Ice

GENRES

SETTINGS

A/B/O (I will not play only alphas for only omegas, nor will I play overly trope-y, non-con, “boys love”/"yaoi” plots.), Age of Sail, alien worlds/alien invasions, celebrity, fairytales and mythology (including “inspired by” retellings), fantasy (including medieval, urban, and high fantasy), alt-historical and modern royalty, mutants/gifted, organized crime, science fiction (especially including aliens), some historical (excluding medieval, colonial, and the Roaring Twenties/Great Depression), Southern gothic, supernatural, Victorian (especially the London ton), post-apocalyptic

PAIRING DYNAMICS

If any of this interests you, please feel free to reach out to me however! I’m really looking forward to hearing from you!

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youhearstatic · 5 years ago

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Bro... the paladin Barry au in your tags,, I'm SCREAMING (also if you had anything about that au you wanted to share I would DIE but obviously only if you want to)

First let me show you the inspiration for this AU:

[Start description: A screenshot from Neverwinter MMORPG showing a pale skinned human with dark hair and stubble wearing bright, golden armor and holding up a glowing sword. End description.]

This is Barry - paladin of Lathander. Along with @tanger-catnip‘s Elven wizard Lup, dozens of hours were sunk into that game. (We probably would have continued playing but their overhaul made the playstyle a lot less fun IMO.)

So here’s some highlights of the paladin AU, below the cut because this is gonna get long...

It opened with Barry in an inn, at the end of riding his circuit, about to make his report to the Order and have some non assigned time.

Okay, you know what? Lemme just share some of that opening:

Stripped out of his armor and just in his jeans and undershirt, Barry sank gratefully to the bed. He sat on the edge with a still-warm roll in his hand. The roll was soft and fresh and not something he’d cooked for himself over a campfire so he wasn’t going to question what the meat in it was. It was sheer luxury compared to his rough camps of the last few months.

He downed the roll in a few bites and laid back on the bed. He’d been riding circuit in a rather remote area since mid-winter. Most of the time he’d slept in his chainmail to be more ready to fight at short notice. But the worst of the problems on the route had been dealt with. A nasty group of imps were cleared out, a camp of trolls dealt with, and a hundred other problems taken care of. There were towns that would be safer. And of course the north pass was more ready for travelers and traders now that spring was beginning.

He was once again free to follow divine inspiration instead of the bureaucracy of his order. Neither of those was fair though. The work he’d been doing was necessary. And divine inspiration wasn’t exactly what had led him in most of his time.

Or maybe it was, he didn’t really know. If he found himself on a road maybe he was led there by his calling even if it didn’t come with a booming voice in his head or a divine light guiding him. In more than thirty years he’d never personally experienced either of those.

With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes and tried Divine Sense. This was usually what he did when he was wasn’t under direct orders from the cathedral. Whenever he tried this, the best he could hope for was some vague sense of ‘east’ or ‘inland’ that could have been anything, certainly could have been his own thoughts. Still, he concentrated on letting Lathander work through him, direct his thoughts to somewhere he was needed, somewhere he was destined to…

He was up and reaching for his armor before he was even aware. Despite years of experience donning his gear in a hurry, he couldn’t yank things on fast enough. Once his chain mail was in place, he began buckling his chest plate before he stopped.

This problem he’d sensed was nearby… very near. If he went blazing downstairs again in full plate, shield on his back, and mace at his side, then that was a clear indication that he was ready to fight. Fighting might be avoided if he were calmer, more cautious.

Everything in him rebelled at the thought. He was needed now and he needed his gear. He didn’t slow to consider anything else. Once his plate armor pieces were strapped on over his mail he pulled on his helm and grabbed his mace and shield.

So the idea was that he was being directed - and far more overtly than he’d ever been before - to save Lup. She was in trouble very, very close, and he (taking a page from Magnus) rushed in to save her.

Only she’s not so happy to be saved. She and Taako had gotten mixed up in some nefarious stuff and Taako has gone missing. The bad guys of the moment have brought her in to account for her missing brother - or more importantly the stuff he was supposed to have retrieved. When Barry busts in she’s being interrogated while suffering the effects of a torturous poison that will kill her if she doesn’t answer them satisfactorily enough to be given healing/the antidote.

Facing this and worried about her brother, she definitely doesn’t want a nosy paladin getting involved. Unfortunately for her wishes, the bad guys decide she doesn’t have the information he wants and abandons her to the poison and the paladin.

In this AU these two are definitely not pining from the start. They kind of hate each other or close to it. She sees him as both the person who is responsible for the predicament she ends up in (essentially indebted to his Order for her healing and further than ever from finding her brother) and he’s not too thrilled to be saddled with this angry, unwilling “assistant” as well as reminded he’s getting to the age he should retire from his duties after one last round of patrol, this time with a trainee.

Of course this is enemies to lovers, they uncover a mass conspiracy reaching to unexpected places and come across some familiar characters during their travels. Their first assignment, for example, ends up being to find out what’s been slaughtering the livestock at the farm of Magnus and Julia Burnsides.

Oh, and Barry wears bluejeans under his chainmail.

#paladin AU #barry bluejeans #lup #taz balance #barry and lup #blupjeans #it was a really fun but probably overly ambitious WIP #that has sadly fallen completely off the list of things likely to ever be finished #it was a lot of fun writing a barry who was NOT wrapped around lup's finger though #also he was so used to being alone #he was very very quiet #and when he did talk to her he wasn't anxious awkward #but instead came across as being a bit dumb #she was absolutely trying to manipulate him #figuring she could seduce him so she could get her way #and get back to trying to find and rescue taako #oh! and uh... the life span discrepancy was dealt with #and uh... basically there was definitely a reason he was drawn to becoming a paladin #after being told his whole life by his mother that it was what he would do #(AKA his father was a celestial slash avatar of lathander)#oh and lup realizes she actually loves him #when he's grievously injured #and she's granted holy power from lathander as well #and heals him #leading to that previously mentioned discussion about chastity and holy power etc #Anonymous

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aro-aizawa · 5 years ago

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anyways, since the idea won’t leave me alone here’s my pitch for a prince of the galra keith au where lotor doesn’t exist and canon is just a suggestion i guess. (under a cut part ways in bc uhhh it’s like 3.7k words. rip.)

for starters: krolia is human and zarkon’s his dad. a nightmare idea, i know bc uhhhh the same thing that occurs w thinking about how lotor exists is uhh “zarkon fucks?” yeah. yeah he does. which uhhhhh yeah. but bare w me here, bc he’s still an utter dick in this au and krolia is still a badass.

in this au, krolia was married to mr shirogane and had shiro before leaving earth on a garrison solo mission to pluto. she collided with a stolen galra ship manned by a prisoner who was trying to flee the empire, though the galra ship wasn’t damaged her ship was completely destroyed but she managed to survive for the prisoner to bring her aboard. together they tried to escape the empire, but they got caught. the prisoner was executed and krolia was taken to the arena.

(earth believes she crashed her ship in the rings of saturn, and honor her death. no solo manned missions to space anymore, and certainly not to places humans haven’t been before. it also delays plans to send more people up there, so the next manned mission isn’t until shiro’s mission to kerberos. mr shirogane dies a five years before that mission.)

there she fought viciously and won literally every single one of her fights with only a dagger she’d earned early on in her battles. even when they provided bigger weapons, she always came on top with just a knife which earned her high praise and approval. enough to gain zarkon’s attention.

idk why but he forces her to marry him, and when shiro’s 9 years old and krolia’s been in space for 5 years, keith’s born. he doesn’t actually go by keith at this point though because i doubt zarkon would let krolia name him that. not quite sure on what he’d go by though i quite like kyix of discordiansamba’s burgundy. krolia wanted to name him keith, and so calls him that when they’re alone as a secret nickname.

keith doesn’t look fully human. a la lotor style i guess, he looks human but has purple skin and yellow sclera. pointy zarkon-ish ears and fangs. he’s still tiny as fuck though and doesn’t grow, to which he’s furious about bc galra are big and he’s a shorty but no one mentions it to his face otherwise he’d stab them right where they stand.

krolia tries her best to raise him w good morals and lessen zarkon’s influence on him but she doesn’t fully manage it. he’s willing to please zarkon even if he’s not cruel about it, and he does wish for the best for the empire but knowing that his father’s reigned for over ten thousand years, he knows he’s probably never going to sit on the throne himself. doesn’t prevent him from getting all the training a prince would need (including a lot of combat training).

he’s never told much about earth because krolia finds it hard to talk about. she does tell him about humans as a species and teaches him the three earth languages she knows, korean (her native language), japanese (mr shirogane’s native language) and english. she especially doesn’t tell him about shiro, but she does say that she left a husband and her family behind on earth, that she misses them a lot.

back on earth, shiro goes to kerberos when he’s 26 (two years older than canon) and they still get caught. most canonical events in the year time zone go almost exactly the same. shiro gets sent to the arena, matt and sam still get sent off to the camps before matt’s broken out by the resistance, katie goes undercover as pidge, and lance and hunk are just regular dudes, but lance is in fighter class straight off the bat.

(to earth, shiro crashes the ship and dies just like his mother did. which is......all kinds of sad to think about.)

except when shiro lands on earth, the garrison trio decide to break shiro out on their own. they then steal a jeep and head out into the desert, finding a nice guy who owns a shack (canon keith’s father but not in this au, who im gonna call mr fireman bc he doesn’t have a canon name). he’s been doing some investigating some funky stuff (the lion), and lets the kids crash at his place bc kids shouldn’t be wandering the desert w/o any supplies at night it’s dangerous.

anyways, the shack conversation all goes almost exactly the same w mr fireman taking keith’s place. he goes with the kids, but he doesn’t get in the blue lion, she doesn’t let him in. mr fireman parts ways with the kids friendly-like, and the four of them head off to arus.

things.....largely? stay the same? when it comes to stealing the red lion off the ship, they actually have to get the lions to drag it out of the cargo bay because they don’t have a pilot for it but as long as the lion is out of the empire’s hands, that’s all that matters although allura does try to pilot it when sendak’s ship is destroyed. due to having no pilot, they can’t retrieve black for shiro. so they only have three active lions, but three lions are still pretty powerful.

from there i haven’t exactly worked out all the kinks but somehow they get in contact with rebels from their steady liberation of galra-controlled planets. they do small targets, taking out the weakest on the fringe of the empire and build up footholds while building the coalition. shiro fights with them on the ground, and using the castle with coran and allura when it’s not possible. sometimes he rides along with the other paladins.

sometime before they go the galactic hub, and skipping over crystal venom entirely, they join forces with the rebels and the coalition to pull off a mission to kill zarkon. they’d received intelligence to suggest that he’s visiting a less secure ship, to oversee a project for a few days. instead of taking the lions and just blasting the ship to pieces, they decide to infiltrate and take him out stealth like to guarantee his death.

only the information is faulty because it’s keith there instead of zarkon.

when they learn that keith is zarkon’s son.......they kidnap him.

their goal was to hold him hostage and/or interrogate him for weak spots in the empire, but somehow they end up thinking “hm maybe he can be redeemed bc his dad is literally an asshole and ehhh he can’t help who his parents are?” so they give him a chance....tentatively.

keith, seeing this huge opportunity to sabotage his father’s greatest opponents and eventually steal the lions back for his father, takes this absolutely for granted and fakes his redemption. he basically pulls a lotor, and ends up helping them in certain areas but sabotaging them in others. he’s unable to report back to his father for spying purposes, but he does leave clues and/or hints to weaknesses somehow. all the while, the real reason for these things going wrong isn’t thought of.

all the while, the paladins are trying to bond with keith. trying to get him to redeem himself, and they end up really liking him even though he’s still rather a loner, doesn’t pretend to be nice and trains like every day. he particularly gets along with shiro, the two of them forming a close bond that keith had not planned or counted on.

allura is the only one who’s still suspicious of keith. she’s not....hostile. not really, she pretty much acts like she does in canon when keith’s heritage gets out. though they do have a few moments where they could maybe see eye to eye. she’s still apprehensive and unwilling to think that zarkon’s son could be anything but evil.

this pays off when she investigates a major hit to the castle that renders it unfit for battle for a time and finds that keith was responsible for it.

at this point, keith has been seriously reconsidering his allegiances. thinking that maybe the right thing to do really was to redeem himself and help out voltron and coalition. he’s not completely blind to the shitty things zarkon did, he’s well aware but he figures that maybe getting his father’s approval isn’t worth all the suffering of others nor something to desire.

allura attacks keith and calls him out in front of everyone. providing evidence of literally all the times that keith’s fucked them all over. the team feel betrayed, keith is super guilty, and allura’s just pissed. keith doesn’t get a chance to explain before he’s thrown into a prison cell on the castle to wait until voltron can contact the coalition and decide what to do with him because it’s clear that zarkon hasn’t exactly been hurrying to find him.

but then zarkon attacks the castle of lions with a massive fleet headed by haggar, a force that’s way too much for just three lions to take on while the castle’s defenses are still down. the whole team is in trouble and it pretty much starts to seem like zarkon’s gonna win and the paladins are gonna get killed.

until the red lion reaches out for keith.

so he breaks out of prison (that he could have done within minutes of being confined there), and heads to the hangar. he jumps in and uses the element of surprise to disable the fleet enough to make them need to retreat.

the paladins are freaking out because uhhhh who the hell is the pilot of the lion? they do a little sound off like “allura that’s not you? coran? shiro?” but then keith uses the lion to communicate and basically says “sorry i broke out jail”.

when they get back to the castle keith awkwardly does a heartfelt explanation of his plans and how the paladins actually did sort of make him want to redeem himself and realise just how much zarkon needs to get murked and stuff. he apologises for fucking them over and he even offers to go with whatever punishment they decide to dish out with no retaliation.

the team go off and talk for a while. debating if they could really trust him anymore. allura is adamantly against it, pissed off that he’d already betrayed her trust after all zarkon did and the fact he piloted her father’s lion. lance joins her, upset he trusted him at all. pidge and hunk are apprehensive, pointing out that the lion must have seen the good in him to choose him. shiro believes in what keith’s saying and has faith in the kid to actually redeem himself.

they tell him he can stay but the only reason he’s not dead and/or serving time in prison is bc he’s the red paladin. they make a lot of rules about what he’s allowed to do and not to do though, which keith doesn’t enjoy but he doesn’t complain about them. one of them is that he’s only allowed to fight the empire in the red lion and no on the ground stuff.

now that the team have the red lion’s paladin they awaken the black lion and they form voltron for the first time. it’s badass, and the liberating of planets goes even faster than before.

the paladins start to bond again even slower than before bc they need to rebuild that trust. it goes....pretty rockily considering the fact that keith is still pretty prickly in personality, and the others aren’t entirely convinced he’s actually changed sides. but shiro is essentially the only one that actually makes any headway in rebuilding the trust/relationship.

one night he asks about keith’s mom. bc human far out in space? as far as the team knew there should have only been them and the holts, so he’s definitely curious. keith tells him about a pilot who’d been picked up in their solar system after their ship got destroyed and took them as prisoner. he tells shiro all about his mom and what she taught him of earth.

but shiro. he starts to wonder who on earth this pilot was. because, uh, only very few pilots have gone missing in space and one of them is important to him. so he asks her name. keith replies krolia. shiro asks “as in...krolia kogane?” and keith’s like yeah.

shiro mentally freaks out, doing mental acrobats all over the place but his thoughts mostly boiling down to a mixture of “HOLY SHIT MY MOM’S ALIVE” and “HOLY SHIT I HAVE A HALF-BROTHER WHO’S AN ALIEN PRINCE”. he manages not to let keith know he’s freaking out, and excuses himself.

they end up doing a covert blood test and yup keith is shiro’s half brother. this earns him points in “okay yeah he’s capable of change if we warm up to him”, so the team start to treat him more favorably, not that keith is aware of this new revelation. so it’s common knowledge to the ship minus keith. shiro tries even harder to bond w his little brother, bc uhhh yeah he’s never had a little brother and he definitely likes keith so far even though he was a little evil for a while.

keith at some point expresses to shiro why he’s fine with not telling zarkon that keith’s on the paladins’ side. that his mother would most likely be killed for turning him against zarkon due to the fact that paladins are humans, and that she’s still at central command completely unable to get away. like a glorified prisoner because, well, she is.

shiro suggests to the team that they pull off a rescue mission to free krolia, not only for keith’s sake but for shiro’s sake too. plus the fact that she’d been a prisoner for twenty three years. which then kicks of the finale of season 1. (yes we’re still in season 1. it should have been way longer than it actually was.)

things go largely the same, except that in allura’s place it’s krolia. when keith charges at zarkon his identity is revealed to him. they manage to rescue krolia, keith fights zarkon and thace destroys the shield holding them in place. they don’t go through a corrupted wormhole though.

then there’s a cute heartfelt reunion between keith and krolia. during which keith emotes more than he ever has in front of the paladins, who have pretty much all accepted that yep keith’s a good guy now considering he almost fought to the death with zarkon.

but then shiro steps up and calls krolia mom which confuses the fuck out of keith, the only one who doesn’t know. krolia shakily says “Kashi?” and they tearfully hug, krolia completely caught off guard that her other son wasn’t on earth where she left him. keith is confusion until krolia explains, and keith asks if that means shiro is his brother. they say yes and they have a big old threeway hug, to which lasts for like an hour because its big family bonding time. everyone is happy for them.

you’d think, huh is this the end of the au? this is pretty long already.....nope!! we’re just getting started!!! (this thing is a monster......hence why im never going to even attempt to write it out lmao)

we go into season 2 where krolia starts to talk to the others about the rebel galra group that she helped and kind of joined called the blade of marmora. she tells them that there was a galra named thace who kept her in the loop about keith, and the goings on of voltron. she tells them that they would be a very good ally in the fight against zarkon.

shiro then backs this story up with his memory of how ulaz helped him escape jail, and says that they should trust them. the team tentatively agree, but decide not to immediately go to them and focus more on building the coalition. krolia pulls keith aside and gives them a knife that they had given her to protect herself as zarkon prohibited her to carry weapons. its keith’s marmora blade that she was unable to activate because of her lack of galra blood, but they gave it to her to protect herself anyways.

canon largely stays the same for a while. zarkon still does the tracking thing, except when allura and keith go out in a pod, krolia comes with them. they have a little thing where they make clear with each other where they stand and end up having a little fun despite the tense atmosphere until the castle is attacked by zarkon.

when the team meet up with the blades, keith demands why they didn’t help krolia themselves. they’d already proved with shiro that they could free prisoners if they wanted to, and demands to know why they didn’t risk it for krolia. he wants to know why they never took a bigger part in taking down the empire and why they never stepped forwards to work with voltron themselves instead of letting the team come to them.

kolivan says that he only gets the answers, an alliance between them and gets to keep the blade if he joins as a member of their order and take the trials. keith accepts. the rest of the blades however, don’t like the idea that the son of zarkon was joining up and taking the trials. but when keith passes and pretty much immediately tries to kill memory zarkon on sight, he proves himself to them. the blades ally with the coalition and voltron.

again, season 2 goes quite a lot like canon. except!!! in the finale they actually do end up killing zarkon along with haggar and shiro doesn’t go missing! hurray!!!

but. that means with no prince lotor, and a dead zarkon instead of comatose zarkon, there’s no one to lead the empire. hence a kral zera is called.

(here is where i mention i have vague memories of s3 onwards and haven’t seen past s4. so i don’t...actually know how most canon events from here on out go in explicit detail. its all pretty vague.)

the plan from there is for keith to attend and win. if he gets crowned the new emperor, he could officially announce the end of the war, and significantly reduce the amount of fighting the resistance would have to do to bring peace to the known universe. the coalition & blades don’t fully trust keith however, thinking that once keith is on the throne he’ll just betray them.

keith understands and explains he doesn’t actually want the throne. he suggests that they just kill everyone on the planet when the kral zera is called, with no more candidates, the empire will be severely fractured and would still be easier to defeat than having a leader. in the end, they go with the idea of having keith become emperor, but the coalition there in case people fight back against his orders.

keith wins, some back down and obey and some don’t. the coalition and voltron take down those that fight back, and from there it’s a lot of “keith orders galra to release planets and those that don’t, get liberated by the resistance”. its a lot of politics where keith frees all the prisoners of the empire, lets them get back to their home planets and finds sam returning him to pidge and matt.

he sets up a colony in an empty solar system for the civilian galra to live governed by the blades, while he sees to it that those that were soldiers are put on trial and punished for their various crimes.

again, still not entirely sure what happens in late canon, but i guess from there it does the whole...sendak takes earth thing? but it’s actually a pretty easy mission considering they have the might of the entire coalition (which is almost the entire universe at that point) and the blades and voltron. but after the defeat of sendak there pretty much isn’t any opposing galra resistance to keith’s reign? so from then on it’s just the paladins, allura, coran and krolia back on earth experiencing things.

krolia busts into the garrison like “hey guess who’s not dead! also meet my alien son who’s king of an entire race of people, and my other son who’s leader of the universe’s most powerful weapon also with a sick glowing arm”. the garrison sweats under the pure power and skill the three of them exude. especially when krolia utterly annihilates all records on their simulators/actual ships. and then keith and shiro join in on it too and they end up giving them all the awards and accolades bc no one is going to top that ever.

the paladins go to disneyland. keith is still technically emperor but considering the blades have been overseeing all galra activity anyways, he’s not really needed. so he just bums around earth for a while, getting to know the other half of his heritage that he never really got to.

krolia meets mr fireman and they end up getting together bc krolia deserves good things and a desert hermit who helped get shiro back into space and eventually to her with is a good thing. they still live out in the shack tho bc mr fireman is committed to it at that point, bc he ended up living there through sendak’s invasion pretty well.

and then uh i think that’s pretty much it. keith is a normal teenager, allura and coran get puzzled by human shit, lance reconnects w his family, hunk does too and cooks a bunch of food and pidge works w the garrison in making it less shitty while also just tagging along with whatever dumb things they decide to experience.

end of au!!!!

#shut up danni #voltron #long post #jesus this thing is long as fuck #now do i tag shit so that people will actually see this thing im really really proud of or do i just...not in an attempt to make it seem #like i don't really care about this au even tho i worked hard on it #bc i don't wanna try too hard but uhhhhhhhh #keith kogane #voltron legendary defenders #prince keith kogane #i guess i'll throw down a few tags #idk if they'll work but worth a shot i guess #hey #hey if you like voltron pls reblog this i worked hard for like an hour or two to write this out #idk my general writing tag

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