#horrible sleeper lance

[autisticlancemcclain]

The pillow he’s hugging is absolutely not cutting it. Aside from the travesty that it’s his only one (the fact that all the paladin rooms only have one pillow is beyond horrifying, and something Lance as been frantically trying to remedy, but first has to scour the castle for some kind of suitable stuffing. It’s been an arduous journey), it’s just not it. He huffs, flipping over and bunching up his (ridiculously thin) blanket and stuffing that in his arms, too. That works for a few minutes, until he starts to feel restless again and then he’s back at square one.

Hunk sighs again. He sits up. He stares at the wall for a bit. He shifts and then stares at the ceiling. He swings around and places his feet on the floor — it’s cold, it takes conscious effort to keep his bare feet on the tile. (When Lance is done with the pillows, if he’s bored, Hunk should ask if he can help him make a rug, or something.) He taps his fingers on the golden yellow, silk-like fabric of his new pajama pants. He hums. It’s a nice break in the silence, the humming.

Hunk straightens. Oh! Oh. That’s a great idea. He should go sleep with Lance; he’s the noisiest sleeper Hunk knows. Also, Hunk misses sharing a room with him.

He stands, sliding his feet into the awesome Yellow Lion slippers Lance made for everyone (even Keith, which he refuses to acknowledge. Hunk thinks it’s cute. So does literally everyone else. Lance also made pink and orange lion slippers for Allura and Coran respectively, and Hunk knows for a fact that anyone’s reluctance towards Lance melted immediately upon receiving them).

He walks carefully over to Lance’s room, tiptoeing especially carefully past Keith’s room (in case Keith really does have cool Galran hearing). He doesn’t bother knocking, figuring Lance is both unconscious and willing to let him in. The faint blue light in the hallway bleeds into the room, gently illuminating Lance’s lax, sleeping face. Hunk steps all the way in and closes the door behind him. The soft light in the room doesn’t fade, the glow from the red Balmeran crystal pushing the shadows away.

Thinking of Balmera makes Hunk smile. He shakes it away — they’ll get there soon.

“Lance,” he whispers, “get up.”

Lance mumbles something about cheese and starshine.

“Lance.”

“Keithmhph. Hair. Mm.”

Hunk grins. He wishes he was recording, but it’s not like anyone will have a hard time believing him. The Klance Pining is as visible as the Great Lakes are from the moon.

“What about Keith’s hair?”

To Hunk’s endless joy, that is the thing that wakes Lance up. He blinks a few times, groggy and distorted.

“—eith —” he blinks one more time, and big brown eyes finally focus on Hunk, widening a little when it really clinks.

“Hunk!” he says brightly. Hunk’s chest warms. There’s nothing like your mere presence literally and genuinely lighting someone up. It’s nearly impossibly to feel horrible about yourself when someone immediately feels joy just by seeing you.

“Hey, Lance.”

Lance grins at him again. It’s so wide and happy that his eyes crinkle. He pats the space beside him. “What’s up?”

Hunk doesn’t need any more of an invitation, and crawls onto Lance’s bed. He settles with his back to the wall, and Lance doesn’t hesitate to flop on top of him, long uncoordinated limbs going everywhere (including Hunk’s face, for which Lance shoots him a sheepish smile, but Hunk isn’t mad. He knows Lance and, by extension, his falling arms).

Once Lance has wiggled around enough to make himself comfortable, he blindly reaches up to pat Hunk on the cheek. “What’s wrong? You have a nightmare?”

“Nah, just couldn’t sleep.”

“…Was it because of the shitty pillows.”

Hunk snorts. Lance knows him, alright. “Yes.”

“Well, I’m workin on ‘em, Hunky-Bear. Ily.”

“Saying the words has the same amount of syllables as the acronym, you know.”

“Yes, but I’m fun and quirky.”

“That you are, dude.”

“Hm.”

They lie there for long enough that Hunk thinks Lance has maybe fallen back asleep, but then his legs kick out in the air and he resumes fidgeting around.

“Can you tell me something fun and gossipy?”

Something gossipy, during a sleepover with his best friend. Hunk bites his lip. An image comes to mind immediately, but it will come with a lot of teasing, that’s for sure.

But, huh. It’s not like Hunk doesn’t have a laundry list of things he can tease Lance about, so.

“There’s the slightest possibility,” Hunk starts, and Lance squeals immediately, shooting upright and shaking Hunk’s shoulders.

“Shay! Shay! You have a crush on Shay! Oh my God, tell me every single detail!”

Hunk laughs, because of course that’s what Lance was waiting to hear.

“Yeah, yeah, you got me.”

“Of course I gotcha, moon eyes!”

“Who are you calling moon eyes?” Hunk asks, eyebrow raised. “I’m not the one who sighs Keith’s name in my sleep.”

Lance’s face flames. “I do not do that!”

“Dude, I literally just watched you do it.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yeah-huh!”

“Nope!”

“Yeah — Jesus, do you want to hear about Shay or not?”

Lance’s mouth clamps shut so hard his jaw clicks, a little. He mimes zipping his mouth shut. Hunk rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.

“She’s just… she’s so bright. She’s lived underground her whole life, but she shines brighter than anything. Her smile is breathtaking, Lance, seriously. She’s so kind. And she’s funny! God, and she’s beautiful, Lance, holy shit. She sparkles. I’m just… I really like her, Lance. I really do.”

Lance smiles softly at him. He scrambles to his knees, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Hunk’s forehead, making a loud ‘mwah’ noise. “I’m so happy for you!” he says. “Yay Hunk and Shay!”

Hunk laughs, knocking his head gently onto Lance’s. “Thanks, dude.”

Lance hums again and scooches back down, throwing his half-dozen blankets (originally he only had one like the rest of them, but he was coming to every morning briefing absolutely shivering, so Hunk talked to Coran so Lance didn’t freeze to death in the night) over their shoulders and settling in.

“Feel free to tell me more,” he says though a yawn, “but full disclosure my eyelids are pulling themselves together, so I might fall asleep. In case I do: I love you lots and lots and I’ll see you in the morning.”

Hunk smiles softly. “I love you lots and lots too, dude.”

He accepts Lance’s manhandling of his limbs until he’s in a comfy position, then talks quietly about Shay and all the reasons she’s amazing until he feels the small puddle of drool on his shoulder, telling him Lance is totally out. (Which. Is gross. But Hunk loves Lance, so.)

He smiles again as his own eyes start to close, finally comfortable with the soft noises of the room and the koala hold of his best friend.

Maybe he can get used to space after all.

#I LOVE HUNK AND LANCE AND JTS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WRITTEN HUNK POV #vld #voltron #hunk #hunk garrett #lance #lance mcclain #hunk & lance #hunk/shay #hunay #klance #pining lance #pining hunk #whipped hunk #brown eyed lance #horrible sleeper lance #brown-eyed lance #platonic cuddling #my writing #fic fragment

[thirstyandbeautiful]

lvl: the maybe after

or the time the hoe fairy couldn’t leave well enough alone and now I’m writing a part 2 that can be read as an alternative epilogue OR can be read as a continuation of Lando vs Lance

  Part 1. lando just can’t help but be thee messiest bitch

~or~

the time that everyone realizes he lurks on everyone’s girlfriend, sister, cousin, ex, etc. just to fuck with them

You laughed as you listened to George playfully complain about Lando.

“He’s horrible, he is! It’s like no one is off limits, he just can’t help but lurk on social media like the little goblin he is.” George laughed as he bumped his shoulder with yours. “The only one he leaves alone is Lily.”

You giggled. “Well, good for that, Alex doesn’t deserve that.” You turned to face George, giving him a sneaky look, “And I don’t know, I feel like Alex might have a dark side.” George laughed while disagreeing with you. “No, no, no, listen to me! He’s this sweetheart all the time, he has to have a dark side, and it would make so much sense for that sleeper cell to be woken up by Lando messing with the love of his life.” 

“Okay, sure.” George laughed and wiped tears from his eyes. “I can’t believe you just called Alex a sleeper cell.” 

You laughed and leaned back against the couch you were sitting on. “It makes sense.” 

“The other day I saw Carlos looking for him,” George held up his phone, “so I checked his girlfriend’s instagram and sure enough, Lando was commenting on a picture.” 

You both laughed uncontrollably now at Lando’s devious cyberstalking. You laid back on the couch, your shoulders touching as you giggled and calmed down. You were sitting together in the seating area of the hotel you were staying in. 

“I guess the only one who managed to get away scott free was Lance. Cause he wasn’t with anyone before me.” You tried not to sound smug saying it out loud, but it did make you feel good to know how long you’d had Lance wrapped around your little finger, even before you’d made it official.

“That’s not what I heard.” George said, leaning back so he could scoot back against the armrest of the couch, facing you fully. “Lando told me some things.” 

“What?” 

“He told me some things that made the whole season make a whole lot of sense.” George narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Hi baby.” Lance’s voice pulled you from your racing thoughts as his lips pressed to your head. “Hey, George.” He greeted the other driver.  

George nodded to your boyfriend as you stood up off the couch. When you motioned for Lance to lead the way to the elevators, you looked back at George, who winked at you and waved goodbye. 

“Sorry I took so long,” Lance reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers. “what were you and George talking about?”

The reminder made you giggle again. “Lando.” You answered.

“What about him?”

You sighed. “Just how ridiculous he is.” 

Lance laughed as he held the elevator door for you to step through. He followed you as you walked down the hall, shaking your head at the conversation you’d had downstairs as you quickly unlocked your room and stepped in, flicking on lights as you went. 

“Did he do something new?” Lance asked. “Something to you?” 

You nodded, “No, definitely not anything new and not to me.” 

You leaned against the dresser as Lance pulled out clothes to relax in from his suitcase. You watched him as he shot you another look over your shoulder, encouraging you to elaborate. So you moved across the room and collapsed on the bed to get comfy. 

You laughed as you explained to Lance that Lando was a little shit stirrer, that he lurked on girlfriends, exes and other’s social media. He left little harmless but mostly suggestive comments, usually his own little awkward way of flirting without being too direct. You had been laughing and explaining how Lily is the only exception and going on about your theory regarding Alex’s dark side when you noticed how Lance was looking at you. 

In an instant, you felt your guilt blanket over you. Lance’s intense gaze locked on to yours as he moved closer to you. Flashbacks of all the confusion and hurt that went on during your love triangle still stung to think about. You wondered if it always would, or if time would make it easier to forget. 

“Come here,” you stayed where you were and held your hand out to him, he reached for you as he moved towards you. “come, come, come.” you teased, wiggling as you chanted. 

A smile stretched across Lance’s face as he slid on to the bed next to you. “Hi, babydoll.” He kissed your nose. 

“Hi,” you reached up and tucked one of his longer pieces of hair behind his ear. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

“You didn’t.” Lance instantly replied. “You didn’t. I just, I...” Lance paused and seemed unable to get the words out of his mouth.

“You thought of how he messed with you, how we messed with you.” 

“I don’t blame you.” Lance replied as he snuggled into your chest. “I blame him. He’s always up to something.”

You laughed at the slight growl in Lance’s voice. “He is, he keeps things interesting.”

“He better stay away from your instagram.” Lance muttered. You laughed at the petty tone but gasped when you felt the harsh nip of Lance’s teeth against your throat. “Mine.” He mumbled as he trailed his tongue over the bite mark.

“Yours.” You replied breathlessly as you grabbed Lance by the hair to haul him up against you so your lips could meet, just catching a glimpse of his smirk before closing your eyes.

His lips melded to yours, your tongues familiar with each other as they pressed around and against each other. You sucked on his bottom lip, letting go over the thick skin with a gentle pop. He moaned low in the back of his throat before pulling your hair so your head leaned back. He leaned in and kitten licked your neck before gently blowing on it. A shiver went down your spine as the coldness of his breath against your wet skin made you exhale shakily. 

-

“Honey, I need to get up.” You tried to push Lance’s arms off of you but he kept them firmly around you as he spooned you, and even sunk his teeth into your shoulder. “Lance! Please, I’m gonna make a mess. I have to go clean up.” You giggled at his possessiveness.

You could feel Lance’s cum begin to leak out of your used hole, the warmth and the way the thick cum pushed out of you made you whimper. You were on your side, so the bed wasn’t in danger but you were gonna end up with cum all over the inside of your thighs. 

“Is it coming out?” Lance mumbled into your spine, his sleepy voice making it harder for you to resist the urge to grind back into him. 

“Yes.” You sighed, gently rolling your hips back against him. 

Lance nudged his hip to yours before one of his hands slipped back over your hip. You went to sit up, thinking that he was letting you go before you let out a high pitched gasp as Lance’s hardened length pushed back inside you. His arms wrapped back around your waist as he rocked into you a few times, making sure to fuck the cum that was leaking out of you back into your deeper parts and making sure every inch of himself was sheathed by your walls. 

“Fixed it.” He sighed into your hair. 

“I can’t,” you wiggled against him, gasping as you felt yourself tighten around him, every ridge of his cock could be felt inside you. “I can’t sleep like this.” There was a heat between your legs that was growing the longer you wiggled on his hardness. 

“You will.” You shivered at his authoritative tone as he nuzzled your neck, seemingly unaffected aside from the obvious length filling you, before his breathing deepened and he left you to get used to being a cockwarmer. 

-

You sighed as you sat overlooking the track, in your usual perch with your laptop set up. You had a few more things to work on, but the soreness between your legs was distracting. 

Lance had been growing possessive as the months with him flew by. He was fixated on you, always. You loved the attention, the devotion, you’d never been with a man so focused on you and your happiness. You found yourself anxious though, and when you pushed deeper into your own thoughts you realized you were worried about an engagement. Lance always talked about forever with you, and you knew as his possessiveness grew, he’d want to have you in every way possible. It made you both nervous and wet. And you stopped yourself from clenching your thighs together, instead pulling out your phone as a distraction.

You saw Chloe’s most recent post and liked it. You liked Lance’s sister, and you had already met her a few times. You would send each other funny pictures and memes over apps, and would share cute, short conversations via text. She was a sweet girl. You smiled at the pic of her pulling a funny face while all decked out for some kind of gala when you realized who had also liked the photo.

Lando. 

You felt the laughter bubbling up from your chest as you quickly scrolled through her last few posts, every single one of them liked by Lando and a few with comments. 

Oh my god, this fucking moron had a death wish. 

You leaned back in your chair and let yourself have a good laugh, you got louder as you realized how stupid and awkward some of his comments were. They ranged from emojis to him finishing whatever song lyrics she’d posted as the caption, to stupid compliments about whatever was happening behind her in the photo. 

A complete muppet. 

Your laughter stopped as you realized you’d have to tell Lance. You realized that Chloe had liked some of his comments, answered a few of them. You couldn’t act like you hadn’t seen this. You were such a shit liar, you knew he would know right away. You could picture him raging about the pair of them, you’d end up bursting out laughing, and he’d instantly know you knew or saw it coming. 

Fuckkkkkkkkkkk, Lando. 

-

“How was your day, doll?” Lance called to you as he entered your shared hotel room. 

You had your own room, and he had his, but you only ever stayed together in one. You couldn’t just tell your respective teams and bosses that you didn’t need your own room. You and Lance’s relationship was a very well kept secret amongst the paddock. The other racers were not only too focused on themselves to worry about what other drivers were doing but they genuinely didn’t care, everyone valued privacy and no one would cross a line by exposing something that was obviously not for common knowledge. 

“It was good.” You smiled as he came into the room, still decked out in his team’s gear. 

He leaned over the bed and kissed you. “What happened?” He laughed. “You look like the cat that swallowed the canary.” 

You felt your lips pull into an exaggerated smile and your cheeks heat up. Now or never, come on. “I was, uh, on Instagram today.” Lance nodded. “And, uh, I liked Chloe’s post from today.” Lance’s eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out where this conversation was going, a playful smile on your face. “And,” Lance’s eyebrows lifted at your pause. “I realized that she has a lot of the same friends as me, I could, like, see, who liked and commented on some of her photos.” 

Lance’s eyes were still narrowed as he stared at you, his head tilted. Until you could see the exact moment it all clicked in his eyes. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” 

You slapped your hand over your mouth as a hilarious screech tried to leave it, the rage in Lance’s energy and face making everything so much funnier. 

“Lando?” He said incredulously while you choked on the lack of air in your lungs. “That motherfucking-” 

“Babe!” You yelled, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Lance growled, pushing himself up off the bed. 

“No, no, no!” You stood on the bed and rushed off, attaching yourself to Lance’s back like a koala. You wrapped your arms and legs around him. “Baby, no. Come on, don’t kill Lando.” You were giggling in his ear. “We don’t know-”

“I thought he had your friend.”

“He does, I think they’re still-” you paused before continuing, “but that’s not anything like real, and we don’t know what Chloe or him-”

“Are they talking?” Lance froze a few feet from the hotel doorway. “Oh my god. Are they?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed, squeezing yourself against his back, trying hard not to laugh. “There was some communication, some responses.” 

“Fuck!” 

You jumped on Lance in response to his yelling and started laughing. You apologized over and over in his ear as he froze and squeezed your wrists in his hands, trying to calm down. 

“I can’t believe it.” He sighed. “Let me talk to her.”

“Okay, okay, I’m gonna climb off of you, and we’re gonna go lay on the bed.” You made him agree before you did so.

When he settled back on the bed, you sat on his lap, holding him down with your weight as he called Chloe. He didn’t put it on speaker, but you could hear the gist of the conversation. No, Chloe wasn’t interested in Lando. Yes, she knew he was trying to hit on her. Yes, he was in her DMs. No, it was all a joke to her.

She had no idea what had gone on between you, Lance and Lando but she did know that her brother was not fond of the British racing driver and obviously she chose to respect that rather than piss off her brother. 

You giggled as he said goodbye to his sister, his body still screaming stressed as he rubbed his hands across his face. His phone was thrown across the bed. 

“At least he’s not fucking her.” You deadpanned.

“Don’t.” Lance groaned. 

-

After Lance had calmed down and you had deemed it safe enough to not use yourself as an anchor over his larger body, he’d gotten up to shower, leaving you alone in bed. 

You pulled your phone out and texted the person who’d unknowingly caused all the drama of the day.

You really can’t help yourself can you?

Lando Norris: There’s alot of things I cant help ur gonna have to be more clear

lol chloe

Lando Norris: whO? 

You rolled your eyes and huffed a laugh.

CHLOE STROLL. my bfs sister

Lando Norris: o! what about her

the comments, lando, the comments and likes

Lando Norris: u jealous or something? u had your chance

You rolled your eyes as you felt a bit of irritation simmer in you. Lando often teased you here and there about what had happened, often times implying that you regretted your decision. He smartly only did this when you were alone, never when Lance was around. So while it wasn’t often, it did make you feel wrong. 

You didn’t like the implication that you wanted another man when you had the softest and sweetest one wrapped around your finger. You didn’t need anyone else. 

Lando Norris: its a joke love

Lando Norris: did he realize

Lando Norris: am i gonna be killed

not today

Lando Norris: my angel

shut up

you’re so lucky i stopped him when i did

Lando Norris: u shuld stop the other brothers too

what the fuck is wrong with you? lmao

Lando Norris: its called stratgy

you can’t even spell strategy

Lando Norris: but i kno what it means and im a kinda genuis

Lando Norris: he’ll be thinkin of it during the race when i pass him lol

you’re so bad

Lando Norris: i remember u like me bad

You scoffed and locked your screen. As usual, Lando Norris was unabashed and unashamed. You lifted your phone again and clicked back into your messages, swiping your thread with Lando to delete it. You didn’t need that living in your box. 

You ignored the little voice in your head that questioned why you deleted the thread, followed by another that asked why you texted him in the first place. 

#w #hoe fairy #lvl #lando vs lance: the maybe after #jesus take the wheel here we go

[queen-scribbles]

When Skies Are Grey

Have a Jas/Tristian fic that leans heavily into the ‘hurt’ part of hurt/comfort. I apologize in advance. :D Set early Varnhold Vanishing, so after the “Full of sunshine” conversation, but before, uh, *cough* the next conversation in the romance progression. (spoilers for the end of Varnhold Vanishing in the endnotes, jsyk)

                                                      ---

Jas had a love-hate relationship with watch duty. On the one hand, lots of time to think, and she could even daydream a little so long as she kept an eye on her surroundings. On the other there was a careful balance of awareness without drifting into paranoia she was still trying to nail down. Being ready for anything to happen while hoping nothing did. She could never get back to sleep after hours of that mindset. That was why she always claimed second watch. Well, that and it meant only having to put her armor back on once. 

None of her friends minded her preference, far as she knew; in fact, since she usually brought the same group with her, they’d all settled into favored roles. Hers just happened to be last watch. Which started in just a couple minutes. She’d almost overslept; lingering grey skies made things darker than they should be, even at night.

Jas checked the buckles for her breastplate one last time and ducked out of the tent to switch off with Tristian. True, she probably wouldn’t need it; this was a safer part of the barony, but she’d rather play it safe. Even the areas not plagued by highwaymen or something had wildlife, and the Stolen Lands seemed to breed everything big and dangerous.

When she caught sight of Tristian, he was perched on a rock, fingers idly toying with his holy symbol as he kept his gaze on the surrounding darkness beyond the banked campfire’s glow. She tried not to walk in complete silence, so as not to startle him, but she didn’t want to wake anyone up, either. Octavia and Ekun were both light sleepers. Apparently she hit the right balance; she didn’t hear anyone stir behind her, but Tristian turned to look at her as she reached him.

“Expecting trouble?” he asked with a small smile, the campfire’s dim light accentuating his cheekbones and throwing his eyes into shadow as he nodded at her breastplate and the mace strapped to her hip.

Jas shrugged. “It never hurts to be prepared,” she whispered back. “Anything exciting happen?”

Tristian shook his head. “Not so far. Do you want it to?”

“No, no,” she giggled, struggling to keep it quiet. “I prefer my excitement to be during daylight hours. And my choice.” Her hand came to rest on the mace’s hilt. “But sometimes you don’t get to pick, and I wanna be at least sort of prepared.” She rested her shield against the rock.

“A wise outlook.” Tristian nodded and stood. He tried to stifle a yawn and Jas smiled.

“Get some sleep,” she said softly, gesturing toward the shelter. “Need everyone well-rested so we can cover more ground-”

A branch broke somewhere in the nearby woods and she cut herself off as they both swiveled toward the sound. Nothing came of it and she shrugged as she reached up to pat his hand.

“Like I said,” Jas whispered, “get some rest. You look like you need it.” Not that she’d been staring intently at him enough to notice or anything. (She had.)

Tristian flashed her a very tired, very grateful, smile. “I would be lying to deny it. Goodnight, Jasiri.”

Desna save her, if her insides could stop doing a little flip whenever he said her name like that, that would be great. “G’night, Tristian. Sweet dreams.”

Something flickered in his eyes Jas couldn’t quite read in the low light before he nodded and headed for the tent with a murmur of thanks.

He hadn’t made it more than three steps when there was a thunderous crash and earsplitting screech from the woods, and a full-grown venomhydra came storming into view from among the trees. Not--Jas had just enough time to notice--the same direction as the earlier broken branch, which meant there might be more coming.

She freed her mace, scooped up her shield, and charged toward the hydra, bellowing a savage cry that was intended equally to rouse her sleeping companions and throw the monster off-kilter. It succeeded at both; the hydra was clearly not accustomed to small prey meeting it with such ferocity, and she could hear her friends scrambling for their equipment and weapons--not to mention Tristian’s footsteps not far behind her--even as she closed the distance.

Two of the heads snapped down at her, and Jas flung herself into a somersault to avoid them. She whispered a prayer for aid to Desna as she righted herself and slammed her mace into one clawed foot.

The hydra screeched in pain at both the impact and the snarls of lightning that sparked from the mace to singe its flesh. It jerked away and lashed at her with one of its heads again.

This time as she dodged, Jas heard the unmistakable sound of a blunt weapon striking scaled flesh, joined by Tristian’s voice rising in a prayer for Sarenrae’s blessing. Despite the danger, she felt a surge of relief, both knowing he had her back and because he always waited until everyone was ready to offer that prayer. Which meant both his goddess and their friends would be helping very shortly.

Indeed, even as the thought formed in her mind, Amiri came barreling past.  “Save some for me!” she hollered, grinning maniacally as her sword sliced deep into the hydra’s flank. Even as it yowled and recoiled, the barbarian swung her sword in a wide arc and sliced the lower jaw off one head.

The remaining heads bellowed yet louder as it was peppered with arrows, crossbow bolts, and a spray of acid. It recovered quickly, however, and slavering jaws snapped down toward both Jas and Amiri. Jas flung her shield up as she dodged backwards and felt the satisfying impact as it slammed into the hydra’s chin. She quickly twisted sideways and cracked her mace down on its snout. A snapped-off fang tinged against her shield before falling to the ground. 

Jas took the split-second’s respite as the head withdrew to dart a glance at her friends, confirm they were all okay. (She definitely wasn’t extra worried about Tristian, fighting with markedly less sleep than the rest of them, and how much that might slow down his reflexes.) Everyone seemed fine; Ekun and Jubilost had found a spot most of the way across their campsite that both kept them out of the hydra’s reach and gave the necessary range for their weapons, while Octavia was somewhat closer, where her spells could reach as well as her arrows. And Okbo was just joining the fray, his fangs sinking deep into the base of one sinewy neck.

Even as Jas returned her full attention to the venomhydra, two new heads came crowding out of the one Amiri had de-jawed moments earlier.

Well, that’s just unfair, she had time to think before one of the new heads darted down and latched on to her shoulder. She let out a sharp cry of pain even as she rammed the edge of her shield into the side of its head. Bone cracked and it squawked in an echo of her pain as it let go and reeled back. There was the soft weight of a hand on her left shoulder, the warm pulse of healing magic, and the throbbing wounds closed up before she even had time to worry about maintaining her grip on her mace.

“Thanks!” Jas said breathlessly, wishing she could spare half a second’s attention to shoot Tristian a grateful smile. But the hydra was pissed now, angry it hadn’t encountered an easy meal. And it was unwise to look away from a pissed-off monster, especially one with four heads. Verbal gratitude would have to be enough.

A crackling ray of ice lanced over her head, gouging a frost-edged wound down the hydra’s side. It shrieked and tried to bull forward after Octavia, but Jas and Amiri stood firm in its path to force it to deal with them first.

The head that had bitten Jas snaked toward her again, only for Amiri to whack it with the butt of her sword so hard it hit the ground, then stomp on it with enough force the already-compromised skull shattered under her weight.

“Take that, you fucking snake!” she gloated as the neck whipped back, almost knocking her over, destroyed head hanging limp.

That’s one way to do it... Jas smirked as she dodged the hydra’s attempt to stomp on her. Her dodge nearly ran her into Tristian, and she stumbled as she checked her momentum. He caught her arm to keep her upright. This time she spared a fraction of a second to smile her gratitude before throwing herself herself back into the fray.

The venomhydra had shaken off Okbo, leaving deep gashes down its chest, and Jas charged in close enough to slam her mace into the wounds with an eruption of ice and lightning that made the hydra reel. That sign of weakness increased her determination and she repeated the blow as a pair of arrows and a crossbow bolt sank into its neck. The hydra recoiled and swung at her with its tail. It went high and caught Amiri across the face instead

The barbarian grunted, spat out a tooth, and chopped off half of the tail when it swung at her again.

The hydra actually backed up a step. And then two. Another set of arrows lodged in the same neck as before and that head began to droop.

Yes. That change brought victory in sight. Not bad for a fight that had started with most of them asleep. When the head drooped low enough, Jas smashed her mace right between its beady eyes. With a horrible gargling sound, the head went limp, swaying with the hydra’s movement as it thrashed. We can do this, we can do this.

Her mental pep-talk was interrupted by a bellowing roar underscored with snapping branches.

“Oh, Desna, not another one,” Jas begged under her breath, wiping sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand as she spun. Desna granted the request; it was not another hydra.

It was a manticore.

The downdraft from its wings bowled Octavia over and it landed practically on top of Ekun and Jubilost. Even as they scrambled for new positions, it backhanded Ekun hard enough to send him flying into a tree and its tail whipped toward Jubilost. He tripped as he dodged, turned it into a better than decent roll, but dropped his crossbow in the process.

The manticore let out an anticipatory snarl and without a backwards glance at the hydra(or Amiri and Tristian), Jas flung herself into a full charge toward the new threat looming over her friend. No, you don’t, you hairy bastard! “Get away!” she shrieked, cracking her mace into its jaw.

The snarl dissolved into a yowl of pain as the manticore’s head jerked sideways. It gave a low and dangerous growl and refocused with her as its target.

“Duck!” Jubilost snapped and Jas obliged without hesitation. The acid flask he lobbed caught the top of the manticore’s head and shattered, its contents spreading down the length of the beast’s back.

The manticore gave an almost human--deeply unsettling--scream and twisted away. Its jerky motions served only to spread the acid further and Jas wrinkled her nose in disgust(mingled with just a drop of pity) as she watched one of the leathery wings fall limp and flop off.

When it realized it couldn’t get rid of the acid, the enraged manticore swung back toward the two of them. It swiped at Jubilost, who had just gotten to his feet, and Jas swiftly moved in between. She swung her shield up just in time to block the blow. The move bought Jubilost time to reclaim his crossbow, and he fired a bolt from just beyond point blank into the monster’s eye.

It yowled and stumbled back as a pair of arrows from different directions lodged in its shoulder. Octavia and Ekun were on their feet again, albeit shakily in the latter case.

Jas swung her mace underhand into the manticore’s jaw as she glanced back toward the still-screeching hydra. Amiri and Okbo seemed to be handling it while Tristian offered support from just out of bite range, which was fine by her.

“Jas!” Jubilost barked, pulling her focus back in time to deflect a swing from the manticore’s tail. “Pay attention!”

She made a face at him and swiped away something wet that hit her cheek. Water, not blood or ichor. Oh, don’t tell me... More raindrops followed the first, increasing in frequency as the overcast sky that had threatened all of yesterday picked the absolute worst blasted moment to burst.

Octavia and Jubilost swore viciously in unison and Jas agreed with the sentiment even if she was too distracted to utter the words. This fight was hard enough in the dark and mostly caught off-guard. They didn’t need to add rain to the mix.

But the big fat drops continued to patter down, quickly soaking the ground as well as Jas and her group. She batted away another swipe from the manticore with her shield and wiped rainwater out of her eyes. Another shot from Ekun pierced where the beast’s neck and shoulder met. It roared and swung toward him, but Octavia hit it with a fire spell.

The reek of burning hair hung around them as the menticore gave a frenzied howl. It lunged toward Octavia, its tail knocking Jas and Jubilost aside. Jas hit the ground hard enough she heard something crack, and white hot pain flared through her hip. The manticore swung at Octavia, catching her shoulder. 

With a glance at her nearby friends, Jas decided things were dire enough to call for serious measures. She dropped her mace and knelt in the mud, clutching her holy symbol as she murmured a hasty but heartfelt prayer to Desna for healing--and watched Ekun stand straighter, Octavia’s wounds knit closed, and felt the pain in her hip diminish. She picked her mace back up and pushed to her feet, feeling the first tug of fatigue as she did. This fight was dragging on too long.

The incantation of a seldom-used but devastating spell spilled from her lips. She hated this one--it seemed cruel--but it was good to have for emergencies like this where she needed to finish something off fast. For half a second, nothing seemed to have happened. Then the manticore trembled and lurched a couple feet to the side.

It gave an anguished yowl and whirled to pounce on the pint-sized source of its pain. It moved so fast, Jas barely got her shield up in time to block the blow. Her stance was less steady than usual, and the top edge of her shield bobbled back under the hefty strike to hit her forehead. She stumbled and sat down hard, head swimming as blood trickled in her eye from the resulting gash. Nonono, get up!

“Jasiri!” 

The manticore’s glittering, furious eyes filmed over to milky white as it crouched for another attack.

‘Focus on your own monster!’ Several things happened in the molasses-slow moment Jas struggled to her feet and turned to holler the warning to Tristan.

The blinded manticore gambled on another enraged lunge toward her, only for an incredibly well-timed (or incredibly lucky) shot from Ekun to pierce just below its ear and out through the mouth. The corpse flopped to the ground and skidded to a halt less than a foot away from Jas.

The hydra, frustratingly resilient, tottered and let out a scream as Amiri cut off one of its legs. One of the battered but surviving heads drew back and lashed out--but not at her.

And with his attention still on Jas, Tristian didn’t notice in time to dodge.

Jas froze in horror, heartbeat loud in her ears as she felt the impact of iron jaws and foot long fangs as if they’d closed around her chest instead. The entire world seemed to halt for a minute as her focus was consumed by the pain that flickered sharply in his eyes before they started to go dim.

 Things stuttered back into motion as Okbo lunged, snarling, to sink his fangs into the hydra’s neck. A chunk of flesh tore free and the hydra keened angrily, releasing Tristian in the process. Jas’ heart skipped a beat--or several--as he crumpled.

No no no nonononono

Amiri belted out a cry of rage, using both hands to drive her sword into the hydra’s chest. Jas ignored her, and the cries from her other friends, as she finally found her voice--”Tristian!!”--and bolted across the campground battlefield as fast as the muddy terrain would allow. She knew there wasn’t likely much she could do, not after... that, but Dreamer save her, she couldn’t not try. And even knowing, it hurt clean down to her soul when she got close enough for her eyes to confirm the sick fear worming in her gut. 

She slipped just a few feet away, but didn’t even feel the impact, senses already going numb to shield her from what those huge horrible red stains against white robes meant. She crawled the remaining distance, mace and shield abandoned in her wake. She didn’t need them anymore; the hydra had collapsed when Amiri eviscerated its chest cavity.

Nobody could have survived that... “Tristian?” she sniffled nevertheless--one could almost call it a whimper--as she dashed water and blood from her eyes with one hand and reached toward his shoulder with the other.

He rolled limply toward her with only a slight nudge, half-lidded eyes dim and fixed on nothing. His holy symbol rested half in one palm, his fingers partially curled around it. Disconcertingly, he was still warm. No breath, no heartbeat under her frantic touch, but still warm as the day she’d leaned over his shoulder to peek at what he was reading.

“Your hands are so warm...”

Jas clapped a hand over her mouth in a futile attempt to catch the choked sob that boiled up her throat. No.

“Jas?” Octavia knelt next to her and rested a compassionate hand on her shoulder.

Jas jolted at the touch and her head snapped up to meet her friend’s gaze with wild eyes. “I need your pack. And Jubilost’s. Now!”

Octavia didn’t even pause long enough to ask the reason, just pushed to her feet and darted toward the shelter.

Instead, it was Jubilost who gave voice to curiosity. “What good will those do?”

She welcomed the distraction, even as desperation had her close to snapping the answer. “I don’t have any spells to help,” Jas explained shakily, reaching over the still form to rescue his holy symbol from the mud. It was warm, whether from his hand or Sarenrae’s power she couldn’t tell. Either way made her words falter. “Tris-Tristian does most of the healing...  An’ I-I can’t cast the one thing I do know that might help with... with this” --she cupped Tristian’s jaw with one hand, thumb caressing his cheek--”b’cause I’m still too spent from healin’ the group of us.”

Octavia returned with the requested packs, and Jas nodded her thanks as she unceremoniously upended them both.

Jubilost winced, but was kind enough to bite back any smart comments about the way she was treating his stuff. “I still haven’t heard how our packs--or, clearly, their contents--will help with that.”

Jas was already fumbling frantically through the pile of clothes, cosmetics, writing paraphernalia, and various other trinkets. “I don’t remember which one it’s in,” she said tautly. Please be here, please be here, tell me I didn’t sell it. “Ah!”  She tugged the scroll free of the gold necklace tangled around it and unrolled the parchment enough to skim the beginning before clutching it to her chest as her eyes fluttered closed in relief. “Oh, thank Desna,” she breathed.

She unfurled the scroll and held it open against Tristian’s chest with one hand, tamping down another wave of hysteria at how still he was.She could fix this, she could. Her free hand curled around both their holy symbols. Desna and Sarenrae were on good terms, and she was pretty sure she knew what to say to persuade both into helping her bring him back.

The angel and butterfly warmed in Jas’ grasp, increasing her confidence as a desperate prayer fell from her lips in a rush. “Dreamer help me revive one whose company has made my adventures infinitely more enjoyable, Dawnflower grant me aid restoring life to your beloved and faithful, whose presence brightens my... my life...” The glyphs scribed on the scroll started to glow gentle gold, making her hand tingle. “I’m not ready to lose him yet,” she whispered, her voice faltering as it sank barely audible. “Tristian, please come back...”

The scroll’s glow increased under her palm, light radiating between her fingers. It brightened for several seconds, until she was watching through squinting eyes, before the scroll disintegrated with a flash of light. In tandem, the holy symbols pulsed warmer in her hand, the heat spreading all the way up her arm and through her chest to the other arm.

And even as she blinked away the spots across her vision, Jas felt Tristian’s chest rise and fall.

Fresh tears, these of relief and gratitude, tracked through the mud and blood smearing her face. She slid her hand up to cradle his cheek again, felt his pulse thrumming as she did. “Tristian?”

He shifted, blinked to refocus his eyes as he opened them, and then frowned ever so slightly, his gaze fixed just above her eyes. “...You’re hurt...” He pushed himself semi-upright, swayed a little, and cupped the side of her face with a feather-light touch.

His hand was so warm... Jas’ eyes fluttered half-closed on instinct as he tenderly ran his thumb along the gash her shield had left in her forehead. It was a small enough thing--nasty as it surely looked--Jas’ forehead tingled with healing warmth and the skin knit back together.

“Thank you,” she murmured, breath catching in her throat as she pulled him into a hug. Several ragged, almost sobbing, breaths escaped her, muffled by his hair as she clung to him.

Tristian leaned into her, heedless of her muddy state, one hand braced against the ground as the other encircled her shoulders. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

Jas gave a strangled sob and held him tighter. “Don’t scare me like that,” she mumbled, voice cracking.

He briefly matched her grip, then rubbed her back until she disengaged from the hug. “Thank you,” he said, lightly touching her tear-stained cheek.

Jas nodded, letting out a deep, shaky breath. “Of course. Oh!” She sniffled and wiped her nose on the one remaining clean patch of her sleeve. “Here.” She handed back his holy symbol, relishing the warmth of his hand around hers as he took it.

“Again, thank you,” Tristian said with a soft smile. He rubbed absently at his chest with his other hand, and her heart clenched at the bloodstains even if she knew the skin underneath was healed. “I should go... change. And then get some rest.”

“Both excellent ideas,” Jas agreed. Heartbeat finally slowing at the conviction he would be alright, she breathed a prayer of thanks to both goddesses as tension bled out of her shoulders. She glanced around to check on the others as Tristian stood and headed, shakily, for the shelter.

Jubilost and Octavia were still nearby, sorting through the mess Jas had made of their things and repacking their packs. Neither had made much progress, which made her suspect that whole conversation had had an audience. Amiri was busy cutting slabs of meat from the hydra carcass, and Okbo was sitting watch while Ekun skinned the manticore. It seemed sleep would be delayed for all of them. Which meant Jas had some time to clean up before her watch. They could sleep in, get a late start tomorrow.

When she looked back over, Octavia was watching her with a small smile pulling at her lips, holding out an old shirt. “I think you’re safe to go clean up, if that’s what you’re looking to do.”

It’s like you read my mind. Jas flashed a wobbly smile, stood on even wobblier feet, and took the shirt. “I won’t take long.”

Octavia shook her head. “Take as long as you need,” she said, giving Jas a significant look.

The wobbly smile widened and she nodded, the lump in her throat as she caught her friend’s meaning preempting actual thanks. She darted toward the nearby creek and made it through cleaning her hands and most of her face before the numbness of adrenaline wore off and emotions surged through.

It was, of course, when she got to the right side of her forehead and started cleaning off the blood where the wound had been. The skin beneath was flawless and smooth, as it it hadn’t been torn open by a heavy, curved piece of metal not ten minutes earlier. There wasn’t even a scar.

She wondered if Tristian had scars now. If resurrection healing worked the same as the more conventional kind. Were the results as complete if you were dead at the outset?

Dead. The weight of the word finally fully hit her, and Jas dropped the shirt and covered her face with her hands as the sobs followed full force.

Dead. Tristian had been dead. She’d lost him and only by the miracle of not selling a particular--highly valuable--scroll  had she gotten him back so quickly. She tried to focus on that part, the “gotten him back”, as the hysteria she’d held in check thundered through her. But her brain kept replaying that moment the hydra’s jaws closed around him, the way his eyes had flickered before going dim, and she could still feel the weight of his body on her lap.

There were bloodstains on her skirts. Jas sniffled and blinked away tears as she snatched the shirt-rag back up and soaked it in the creek before scrubbing at the stains until she could feel the damp soaking through to her legs. They only lightened fractionally. She might have to throw out this dress. Which sucked, because it was her third favorite thing to wear. But she couldn’t very well walk around in bloodstained clothes, this wasn’t Numeria. And she wouldn’t want the reminder-

She sniffled again, took and held a deep breath, counting to ten like Mama had taught her until she felt herself calm. She pressed the back of one hand to her mouth as a fresh wave threatened, and it did subside.

A throat cleared behind her as she dipped the shirt in the creek again. “Jas.”

“What, Jubilost?” she asked without turning around. She twisted the shirt to wring out excess water before cleaning off her breastplate. It needed to be polished again, but she could do that in the morning.

There was the rustle of fabric and she pictured him crossing his arms. “I can take the watch if you would like. I’m sure that fight was quite tiring-”

“I don’t need coddling, Jubilost,” Jas bristled. “And I’m not gonna fall asleep on watch, if that’s what you’re worried about. Way too much adrenaline for that.”

“I meant nothing of the sort,” Jubilost returned dryly, and she turned to raise a skeptical brow at him. “Doubt me if you like. You did a lot in that fight, most of it to protect me.”

“So this is, what, a gesture of gratitude?” The corners of her mouth twitched toward an actual smile as she teased, “That’s not like you.”

He rolled his eyes and coughed into a fist. “That, and reorganizing my pack is going to take a while.” He arched a brow at her. “I thought if I was to be up anyway, I might as well offer.”

It was a tempting offer, she had to admit, when looked at minus the emotional rawness that made her snap at him initially. She was tired under the adrenaline, and gods only knew how long that would keep her going. And sleeping would put her close enough to hear Tristian breathing, which would do wonders for her skittering nerves. But all told, Jas had to reluctantly shake her head. “I’d love to, but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t sleep if I tried; my dreams would likely be ugly things tonight.”

Jubilost nodded, lips twisting in what might have been a sympathetic smile. “I take your meaning. Keep a good eye out for monsters then, yes?”

She snorted, wringing muddy water out of the rag. “That goes without saying, I think. G’night, Jubilost.”

He nodded again, accepting the dismissal. “Goodnight, Jas.” He turned and headed back to the campsite, leaving her alone once more.

It only took a few minutes longer for Jas to be clean as she could get under the circumstances, and she made her way back toward the group as well. The hydra corpse was gone--where, she couldn’t tell and didn’t care to ask. Amiri and Octavia had returned to their bedrolls, and Jubilost was just following suit (apparently he’d decided pack organization could wait until tomorrow), leaving Ekun the only one still up, carefully at his task of skinning the manticore. 

Jas nodded at him, and received one in return as she took up a perch on the same rock Tristian had been using earlier. If she did crash hard from the adrenaline while she was out here, it was good to know there was back-up. But like she’d told Jubilost, she really didn’t see that happening. Between the adrenaline and the still-falling rain, not to mention the threatening bad dreams, sleep would not be a worry tonight. Whatever her love-hate relationship with watch duty, she was going to be wide awake for the duration of this one. Maybe by morning her racing heart would calm down. 

Not morning, a little voice chuckled. Whenever he wakes up and you finally believe he’s alright.

Jas couldn’t really argue that, didn’t even try. Instead she settled in to watch the surrounding shadows and protect what mattered most to her, fingers curled tight around her holy symbol so she was ready for anything.

Sleep definitely wasn’t a worry tonight.

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I am so, so sorry, and yes, that physically hurt me to write. But I’ve had the idea circling a long time--based off some stuff that actually happened in-game, even--and when it finally started coming to me, I had to write it down. 

Especially because this incident does affect Jas’ views on everything that happens during the Vordakai fight and after. Of course it hurts more, of course losing him shakes her to her core, of course she’s desperate to follow/rescue him and takes him back easy as breathing. He took a huge risk and literally died trying to protect her at one point. Whatever he did for Nyrissa, Jas knows he cares about her more. (Hence the level in barbarian when she found out about the torture and manipulation etc etc. Girl was PISSED)

#queens fic #jasiri swallowtail #tristian #otp: stronger than fear #pathfinder kingmaker #pfkm #pfkm fic

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Sensory prompts!! #47 :DDD

Sensory Prompt #47: Singing badly as Loud As You CanSo I chose Shiro/Keith for the pairing, because I’ve never worked with them before and they’re my current obsession. I hope that���s okay!

*What in the actual fuck is that god awful noise?* is Keith’s first thought upon waking up with what he would classify as a five-star hangover. *What unholy abomination has come to disrupt me sleeping this shit off?* is the immediate second thought.

The noise in question is just loud enough to be a nuisance, but not so loud that he feels like his roommates are going to wake up. Keith, despite hangovers or illness, is a notoriously light sleeper. The slightest disruption to his usual at-home sleeping arrangement is enough to either wake him up or cause a horrible fitful sleep that usually ended with a headache. His roommates liked to say he was just a finicky sleeper, Keith knew he had always been this way.

When the noise continues, much to his displeasure, he decides staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what it was isn’t going to solve anything. He was honestly going to pinch whoever had left the music on- Oh, which, might have been him if his fuzzy memories were serving correctly.

He had been the one in charge of the music last night for the party. One of his roommates, Lance, had begged him to be the “DJ” since Keith was so music obsessed and Lance didn’t know reggae from rock. An exaggeration, but Lance’s music taste was dreadful and Keith was not going to spend an entire party grimacing and fielding complaints from friends that someone needed to do something. Not again. Especially since Shiro was supposed to be coming (if Pidge was right, and she usually was), and maybe subconsciously Keith was hoping to impress him with his music taste. He had no clue what Shiro was into, but he hoped it matched up with his own tastes. So Keith had agreed and had set up a playlist on Lance’s laptop. They weren’t all danceable songs, but most of the crowd coming just wanted to drink and play games so he hadn’t been too worried about it.

How to explain Shiro, though? His reaction when he showed up (Keith owed Pidge ten bucks for being right) upon hearing the rather odd music choice had been shock, and then a grimace, but then his chiseled features had softened. It had been too late, though, as Keith had seen the myriad of emotions on the older, taller man’s face and his heart had sunk. The scar across the bridge of Shiro’s nose had wrinkled adorably but Keith hadn’t had it in him to swoon over it tonight, not when Shiro’s distaste was a reaction to Keith’s own choices. Keith has spent the remainder of the night brooding and taking every shot that was offered and hiding in the corner by the ridiculous palm tree that inhabited the living room (who the hell bought that thing? He certainly didn’t remember purchasing it.)

But now morning was here, and Keith was now certain he had left the playlist going. He can feel his mood souring as he struggles to get out of bed to turn the blasted thing off. He is once again mad at himself for his own music tastes and he can’t tell if the nausea is due to being hungover or because Shiro’s disgusted face flashed through his mind. The heart-squishing feeling in his throat is definitely because he now knows Shiro will never like him, they’re fundamentally incompatible if Shiro doesn’t like his music. Music is everything to Keith, it’s what keeps him going and helps him get out of bed every morning.

“Fuck, okay, let’s get this shit off,” he grumbles to himself as he swings his long legs from under the covers, feet planting into the plush rug beside his bed. His toes curl into it momentarily in his usual morning wake-up ritual and he stretches his arms up, spine cracking along with one shoulder. Ugh, he’d slept wrong. He was going to pay for it with more than a hangover later. He casts his violet gaze to the clothes in the corner of the room and disregards them quickly; no use getting dressed just to turn a laptop off then crawl back into bed. So off he goes to the living room, in his Voltron boxer-briefs; they had been a joke gift from Lance since Voltron was Keith’s favorite band, but joke was on Lance because Keith wore them all the time and ‘offended Lance’s delicate sensibilities’ by walking around the apartment in them.

Once he exits his room the music is louder but still not too much. He doubts anyone else will be disturbed by it but it’s enough to keep him up and he should deal with it now so Lance doesn’t complain later. But his hungover/not-quite-awake mind doesn’t register that the music isn’t coming from the living room- where Lance’s laptop is closed and tucked away in the TV stand. So, where the fuck is it coming from? Keith stands there with his head cocked, eyes squinting at the offending laptop like it’s somehow lying to him by being shit down. It had to be that, where else would it be coming from? And who else would play Voltron but him?

The music suddenly gets louder and Keith can now tell it’s terribly off key the more he wakes up as he tries to puzzle out the morning mystery. Okay, so someone was awake and signing. That had to be it. He was going to kill Lance for butchering his favorite band’s music, it was a cardinal sin in this house and everyone knew it.

With a growl, and a wince because now his head pounds from the self-inflicted stress of someone butchering the music, he turns to the kitchen to confront the heathen that would dare defile the greatest pop-punk band in existence. The awful excuse for music just gets louder as he enters the kitchen, and he knows he’s found the culprit.

The culprit, however, is not his gangly Cuban roommate like he had assumed. The culprit is, shockingly, a tall Japanese man with shoulders as wide as a house and a back so sculpted Keith can already feel his mouth watering. And said man is dancing, as terribly as his singing, around the kitchen as he hunts down plates and pops bread into the shitty Star Wars toaster (it didn’t toast for shit but Keith is enamored with it because it looks like the Death Star). Any argument Keith has to the noise dies in his throat as he watches Shiro move around the kitchen singing the song he had walked in on last night. The song Keith has swore he hated because of the face. But a song that Shiro seemed to know the words to.

Shell-shocked and still not awake enough to be convinced he isn’t dreaming, he stands and watches the taller man move around the kitchen making breakfast. Multiple breakfasts, if the two plates were anything to judge by. Keith didn’t even know Shiro knew his way around their kitchen, but he shouldn’t have been surprised since Pidge was so close with the man. Shiro butters the toast and plates eggs with ease, oblivious to Keith’s presence and still singing horribly off-key. He’s onto a different Voltron song now and Keith isn’t sure he can take much more of this, dream or not. It’s cruel in several ways, one of which being he’s watching his crush dance around his kitchen in sweats singing his favorite band badly and Keith isn’t sure who that breakfast is for and why had Shiro stayed the night and how hadn’t Keith known this? Oh, yeah- he’d been pouting all night.

But by the end of Shiro’s third song-butchering, Keith has decided he actually, positively, can’t deal with any of this nonsense this early in the morning. So he does the only thing his awkward mind can come up with, and that’s start singing with Shiro but way more in-tune and with accurate lyrics. And Shiro, apparently as awkward as Keith, drops the butter knife to the floor and spins to face the intruder. Both men stare at each other, music dying off as they take in the situation.

Shiro breaks first, his eyes flitting down Keith’s torso to take in his undressed appearance then his face turning as red as the kitchen walls. Keith, now aware he’s nearly naked in front of the man he’s pretty sure he’s in love with, makes a most undignified squeak and makes a break for his bedroom, completely ignoring Shiro’s distressed cry of his name.

He slams the door harder than necessary and dives for the pile of clothes in his room, coming up with an oversized NASA shirt and pants he’s sure would qualify as leggings if a girl wore them (screw whoever thought tight jeans with his long legs looked bad, he liked them). Quickly, he pulls it all on and is managing to tug his head through the shirt as his door opens. He lets out another squeak and yanks the shirt down, staring wide-eyed at Shiro who looks like he’s seen heaven. His cheeks are flushed an adorable pink and the scar across his nose stands out in contrast. Those gray eyes are wide and starry, pools Keith can get lost in if he doesn’t look away. Shiro’s eyes have always drawn Keith in and he can’t get distracted right now. So he clears his throat to break the tension…or add to it, knowing his awful luck.

Shiro seems to snap out of his daze and meets Keith’s eyes, cheeks darkening before he shakes his head and starts looking anywhere else.

“You’re in my room,” Keith blurts, unhelpfully. *Duh, Kogane. He knows he’s in your room.*

Shiro, however, must not realize this. His eyes widen a fraction before he jumps backwards, putting distance between himself and the doorway. Keith snickers at the action and, clothed and feeling marginally less embarrassed, steps out of the room, closing the door behind him. The hallway is tight, tighter now with Shiro’s inhuman bulk taking up half of it, and he ends up pressed almost chest to chest with the man. He looks up as Shiro looks down, and both look away quickly. Keith slides past back to the living room, hearing the soft patter of Shiro’s bare feet on the wood behind him signifying he was following him. When he feels he’s in an open enough area, he turns to see Shiro standing far enough away that they can both breathe.

Keith chooses to speak first, breaking the awkward silence. “Didn’t know you spent the night.”

Shiro grimaces and rubs his neck, the flex making his skin move deliciously across his chest and arm. Keith steadfastly keeps his eyes locked on Shiro’s forehead so he doesn’t start drooling. “Yeah, uh… Pidge recommended I stay cause I guess I drank more than she was comfortable with?” His voice is a little rough, but still sweet. He looks up to meet Keith’s stare then looks away. “I hope that’s okay?” He sounds so unsure if his presence is welcome, and why wouldn’t it be? Pidge can have whoever she wants over.

Keith voices as much and Shiro squints at him, trying to decipher the waver at the end of Keith’s sentence. “It seems like it bothers you that I’m here.”

Keith’s head snaps away and he does his best not to pout as he crosses his arms over his chest. Deciding he’s being a child, he glances back to Shiro but keeps his face turned away to hide his expression. Maybe it would help his nerves if he didn’t look directly at the man before him. “Nope. Doesn’t bother me one bit.” A snort from the taller man has Keith openly glaring directly at him now. “What the fuck does that mean, Shirogane?”

Shiro’s eyes widen a fraction before he breaks into a loud laugh, doubling over and mirth predominantly displayed. “You look like an angry cat right now! And you cursed! I know Pidge has a swear jar around here for you, you owe a dollar!”

Keith visibly bristles and stalks forward, shoving at Shiro’s shoulder as he keeps laughing. “Fuck you! You’re laughing at me,” he yells. There’s a hint of frustration in his voice that Shiro seems to catch, and the man composes himself. Keith watches him stand up straight, fingers flexing on his hands as he seems to fight with something internally. So Keith steps back to give him space.

Something flashes quickly across Shiro’s face but it’s gone before Keith can place it. “I wasn’t trying to laugh at you, I’m sorry.” He stuffs his fidgety hands into the pockets of his sweats, and then takes them out just as quickly, rubbing at his arms. Keith wonders where the pants came from, but it’s not a big concern. Shiro probably kept gym clothes in his car with as much as he worked out… not that Keith knew how much Shiro worked out. Not at all. “I really wasn’t, Keith. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,” he looks towards the kitchen then back at Keith with a large smile. “I made you breakfast? I figured you weren’t feeling well so I wanted to make you something to help you get the day started.”

The breakfast… was for Keith? No. Shiro must have made it for Pidge but because he’d made Keith feel bad he was offering it to him as a peace offering. Keith snorts and rolls his eyes, smirking internally at the shock on Shiro’s face at the gesture. “I don’t want to take Pidge’s breakfast. She’ll eat me in retaliation. No thanks.”

Shiro schools his features into normalcy and pegs Keith with a sincere stare. “I didn’t make it for Pidge, though? I made it for you.” He sounds both sure and I sure, as if he can’t fathom why Keith doesn’t believe him but desperately wants him to.

It’s Keith’s turn to look shocked. “Why?” *What the fuck, Keith? Use real words!*

“I uh… I wanted to apologize? Pidge said I made a weird face when I came in last night and that Voltron is your favorite band and she said you saw and that you got, and I quote, pouty about it.” He’s rambling, and it’s cute. Keith isn’t even mad that Pidge spilled the beans. Shiro’s embarrassed rambling is too adorable for Keith to even process anything else. “So yeah, I knew you were probably hungover and I wanted to make breakfast and apologize and then-“ he stutters to a stop and his cheeks flame up again, Keith’s heating as well because he knows he’s staring at Shiro but can’t help it. Shiro clears his throat. “I wanted to ask you on a date today?”

Keith’s brain screeches to a halt then starts up again, jumbling all his thoughts together like a deadly train crash. Date? With Shiro? Was he dreaming again? But Shiro’s open expression tells him he isn’t, and fuck this is everything he wanted. But there’s just one thing… “Okay, yeah.” Shiro’s eyes light up. “I’ll go out with you. Not like I haven’t wanted to for months now.” He smirks when Shiro chokes and decides to twist the knife in a little. “On one condition.”

Shiro nods eagerly, already bouncing on the balls of his feet like an overexcited child. “Anything! Of course! Oh! But breakfast is getting cold, we should-“

Keith holds a hand up and Shiro stops, staring at him expectantly. “You’re not allowed to butcher any more Voltron songs. I can’t fucking take it. I can’t date a guy who is going to destroy every song from my favorite band. And how do you even know the fucking lyrics? Your face last night was like you hated them!” Keith is rambling now.

Shiro grins at this. “Oh, no I don’t hate them! I was just surprised someone else likes them! I wouldn’t have guessed badass Keith Kogane was into a pop-punk band, so I was kind of beating myself up about making a bad assumption about you? I always thought you wouldn’t like me because I liked them.”

The silence afterward stretches then snaps as both men laugh at the absurdity. Shiro smiles that 100-watt grin and Keith is lost to it. “But no deal, I’m not gonna stop singing Voltron songs. So you either date the most time-deaf guy around or you don’t like me as much as you imply you do.” He has the audacity to wink and Keith knows he’s lost. He can’t give up on Shiro just because he can’t sing.

“Fine,” Keith huffs. “But I’m gonna teach you the right lyrics and hopefully teach you to sing at least slightly less off key. I honestly thought someone was dying in my kitchen this morning.”

#shieth #voltron #v:ld #fanfic #sensory prompts

[thesmollostbean3]

Never walking away (Shadam reunion)

They are home

The lions slowly descended around the Garrison headquarters, creating a crowd of instructors and students running outside to see what on Earth is going on. The sky was slowly turning into bright yellows and oranges, as the evening was beginning. They don’t even know how many days have passed since they’ve been here, but it has to have been at least a year.

The plan is that they all land their lions at the garrison. Once they have spread the news of what has happened and the incoming galra ships, the paladins with homes to go to will be able to reunite with their families via car or lion, depending on how far it is. But for now, not one person was thinking about the plan,  because seeing earth, their home is what really mattered.

Shiro breathed in deeply. He was back, after all this time. After everything he had been through, he had changed so much, while it seems like the planet hadn’t changed that much at all. Memories of his and the others adventures in space filled his head, the good and the bad. How many times had he nearly died? He didn’t even know, but before he left for Kerberos he was sure by now he would have already passed away. He had gotten used to the idea, he had to after all. And now living with the fact that he had the rest of his life before him, was so surreal.

But first, they had a war to win. And Shiro had the rest of team voltron to take care of.

He walked over to Keith’s sleeping form, smiling at who he considered his little brother. Keith’s made Shiro swear to wake him up when they were about an hour away, but honestly Keith hadn’t slept properly for awhile, and Shiro didn’t have it in him to wake him up then. Plus, an actual extra hour of being able to pilot Black was something that Shiro desperately wanted, he was still a pilot at heart after all.

“Hey Keith, we’re here bud” And with that Keith shot up like he usually did, Shiro swore that boy was the lightest sleeper known to man. “I told you to wake me up an hour ago! What the hell Shiro?!” “Hey! Language” “I’m an adult, I can say what I want” “Not around me you can’t, now come on, we gotta get out of here”

Keith rolled his eye and smiled, walking ahead while shiro turned back to the front of the lion. “Thanks black, I owe you more than anything” He turned around and followed Keith out, scanning the crowd for any familiar faces.

That’s when he saw him. Adam.

The look on everyone’s face was a mixture between shock and awe, but Shiro found himself only being able to look at the man who he had been thinking about since he left for Kerberos. Adam had obviously changed. His hair had gotten a little bit longer and he seemed to have a scar right on his chin. His expression was filled with confusion but it still held so much warmth and relief, Shiro didn’t even notice himself running. Running to the thing that he had missed the most. He was there, Shiro was running to him like his life depended on it, like nothing else mattered.

As he reached Adam, Shiro felt like his surroundings had disappeared. He felt elated, but the memories of their final conversation still plagued him.

“Adam, I’ve been cleared to go, and... I’m going to, we leave in two days.” Adam turned to face him at that comment, sharply taking a breathe. “Fine, you’ve made your decision and I’ve told you what that means…is that it?” Shiro furrowed his eyebrows, he had expected a cold reaction, but it still caused him a painful aching in his chest. “Listen, I don’t want us to end on a bad note…I-“ Adam winced, obviously trying to not show the amount of pain this was causing him. Desperately clutching onto the uncaring façade he was showing. Pretend that it doesn’t hurt and therefore at least some of the pain doesn’t right? But they were in love. They were… “Is that it Takashi?” Shiro shook his head slightly. Wow, he was really going to do this huh? Act like everything didn’t matter in the end. Like they weren’t goddamn engaged. “No, no that isn’t it. Adam I love you, ok? I really do, and I never wanted to hurt you… I don’t know how to fix this…” The last sentence came out as a sob, and Shiro grabbed Adam’s arm, trying to blink away the heavy tears that were forming in his eyes. Adam closing his eyes, bracing himself for what he was about to say. “Don’t leave. That’s how you fix it just please don’t- don’t…” He took a shaky breath and took a slow step back to properly face Shiro. “I don’t want to lose a year of being with you…to find out you died in the middle of space, not being able to be there…to at least say a proper goodbye. I couldn’t…I can’t deal with this Shiro. I can’t ok? So don’t leave.” Adam was now shaking, trying to swallow his heavy sobs. “I…I’m so sorry Adam I have to. I only have a few years left I…I’m so sorry I have to. I have to go, because if I don’t I know that I would regret it for the rest of my life. I love you, I do, and when I get back we can-“ “No Takashi…just…no ok? I can’t do this. I told you that if you leave, this is over. And it is. It’s over. Now, Officer Shirogane, please leave my office.” Shiro stepped back, hurt as the words Adam had spouted seemed to cut through him like a knife. So that was it then. “Fine, I’ll go.” Turning around was the hardest thing shiro had ever done, and walking to the door was even harder. Before he left he looked back, and locked eyes with his, now ex fiancé. In those eyes he saw all those years spent together. The laughter, the tears. Nervous confessions mixed in with flirty jokes. All the intimate moments they had shared, and all the breathless declarations of love. Shiro turned away, and walked out of that door, forcing himself to leave it all behind.

He didn’t know what to say to him…he didn’t know what to do. After they broke up…so much had changed. Yet somehow it was all just as painful. “Takashi…I’m so sorry.” With that Adam embraced Shiro in his arms, and Shiro felt his head swirl. He had missed this…all of it so much. “I shouldn’t have broken things off, I should’ve been there. I left you when you needed it most and that was horrible of me I’m so so sorry I-“ Shiro interrupted the muffled words with a shush, and rubbed Adam’s back gently. They stood there, in each others arms for what seemed like an eternity, yet when they finally broke it felt like it wasn’t long enough. “Why are you sorry? I should be sorry, I was stupid and selfish and not considering the consequences. It was fool-“ Adam shook his head frantically. “No…Takashi I was the one being selfish. I didn’t even try to come up with an alternative solution I w-“ “Let’s just say we were both at fault?” Adam smiled, and nodded gently. It was a strange relief, but they obviously would need to talk more about this…about everything really, but for a moment, neither of them said a word.

“If it’s any consolation, you were right about the dangers of going to Kerberos…” They slowly made their way to the lions, Shiro still hadn’t really talked to the rest of team voltron, since he did kind of immediately run to Adam after all.   Adam playfully elbowed him and chuckled quietly. Shiro hadn’t heard it in years, and frankly it made him feel almost giddy. Like he was a pining kid again. “Yeah I know about that, did you think I WOULDN’T get every last detail when Sam came back?” “Ah, so you basically grilled him, classic Adam style.” “More like new and improved since I was still freaking out that you were alive after all this time. I mean, the hair and arm is a surprise but still.” Yeah…Shiro wouldn’t mention the fact that he had died and been reincarnated with his clone for a little while…

As they finally regrouped inside the black lion, and the others seemed to not be able to contain themselves with meeting Shiro’s ex fiancé…or maybe even just fiancé? They still needed to talk about that…

“So this is the guy hey? Hmmm…but are you good enough for our Shiro” Hunk walked up to Adam and leaned in close, seemingly inspecting him. “I think he is Hunk, they were engaged remember?” “Keith! Oh my god your so tall now, and you have a…IS THAT A SCAR JESUS!” Adam ran over to Keith, completely panicked as Keith looked absolutely like he had come out of a warzone. Which was completely correct, and frankly the rest of them did too. “You guys have helmets so why on EARTH do you have a scar on your face. What happened to you out there, actually don’t answer. I don’t want to know right now…” Keith laughed a little, “It’s good to see you again Adam.” Adam smiled and ruffled Keith’s hair, a thing that was obviously a habit before Shiro left. “Wait hold on here, so Shiro, Adam, let me get this straight.” Shiro had gradually walked over to Keith and Adam, and at Lance’s comment he gently elbowed Adam. They were engaged before all of this, they had to have some way to communicate internal gay jokes.

“You guys basically have the most iconic love story of all time, Jock meets nerd and become friends. You guys grow up together and end up being the best pilots in the Garrison, slowly falling in love while doing so. And shiro, for some reason, you only RECENTLY TOLD US THIS???” Adam looked over and raised an eyebrow, while Shiro sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

“Well things were a bit…complicated. And I don’t really think we had a lot of time before to actually talk about it.” Shiro felt Adam shift slightly with the word ‘complicated’. Shiro was right of course, they had broken up and it was extremely painful for both of them.

“Well it is lovely to meet you Adam! My names Allura, and I am from the planet Altea.” Shiro would that her later for changing the subject. Adam stepped back. Sam gave him a quick run down on who the paladins were when he met up with Adam, so he fully well knew who Adam was facing an actual alien, alien royalty at that…and understandably he was freaking out a bit. “Oh uh yes…it’s an honour to meet you Allura. And all of you guys.”

That was the start of everyone’s brief introductions, and frankly, it was obvious who Adam bonded with the most.

“I don’t know how you dealt with him…he’s constantly getting himself in danger I don’t know how he does it!” “I barely know myself…I swear it’s like there could be a big glowing sign that said “don’t do this alarmingly reckless thing” and he’d probably do it in spite of the SIGN!” To be fare, Keith did obviously get it from his mother, so the entire conversation was painfully ironic to listen to. And Shiro was awkwardly hoping to not get blamed for Keith’s recklessness from Adam.

“Ok, I think that’s everyone, guys let’s continue with the plan. I’m going to go and find Commander Iverson to tell him what’s going on, if you all have any friends that you want to reunite with here, do it now. Krolia, Allura, Romelle, Coran, stay in black for now like you guys have been doing. There is a bunch of press and a big enough crowd to last a lifetime, and you guys would certainly be more safe in here than out there.”

Big robotic lions were enough, actual aliens on Earth right now would make everyone lose their minds.

“Let’s go guys!” Adam smiled fondly at Shiro. He really had become a great leader huh? He always was, but seeing how much everyone respected and cared for him…it made Adam proud. “I’m going with you, Iverson is too much of an asshole to deal with alone.” Pidge snorted in response, and with that, everyone got on the move.

Shiro and Adam left the lion, and before they could actually enter the giant crowd Adam pulled shiro to the side of Black and behind the head of yellow, somewhat hiding them from the giant swarm of people who were now swarming Lance, Pidge and Hunk with questions.

“Look, I know things are hectic right now and we just reunited only an hour ago, and it’s fine if you can’t answer right now but I want to ask you..” “Just tell me Adam” “After this has ended, when the war has finished…can we try this again. We still have to properly talk of course…but I’m not going to give up on this, us, again.” There was a brief moment of silence, back then, shiro had thought it was the end. And the break up was one of the worst things he had gone through in his entire life. Leaving Adam for Kerberos was agonising enough, and when he was kidnapped by the Galra…convinced he was leaving him, Keith and the rest of his family for good…it was torture. But he was here, with Adam. And Shiro was completely willing to rebuild that life that they had. It meant the world to him.

He hugged Adam once again, whispering “of course” gently into his ear. They both separated for a quick moment, and then gently kissed. Neither of them would be able to describe how it felt, but if they had to choose one word, they would both immediately say ‘home’.

“Well…we should probably..” “Yeah…” “You know, I still have a lot to catch you up on…” “True, and you better tell me all of it. Every last detail Takashi Shirogane.” “I promise I will tell you about all of it, even the gross stuff.” “Thankyou, I am honoured. And I have to catch you up on a lot too. Like last years Christmas party was TERRIBLE. Lena brought a bowl of sunflower seeds as her savoury dish, who does that?” “Sounds like I’ve missed out on the real important news of Galaxy Garrison…but sunflower seeds? Really? I mean that’s an all time low…” “I know right? We can’t ever let her host it I’ll tell you that.”

Shiro and Adam stopped for a moment, and stared at each other. In those eyes Shiro saw the same things he saw all those years ago. All those years spent together. The laughter, the tears. Nervous confessions mixed in with flirty jokes. All the intimate moments they had shared, and all the breathless declarations of love. But shiro wasn’t leaving them. And as he carefully held onto Adam’s hand, he absolutely knew. He was never going to walk away from him again

(Hey guys! so basically in this lil piece Earth hasn’t been attacked by the Galra yet because I want things to at least be alright when they return home dammit. Although that is most likely not going to happen. I wanted to do a little a little reunion so here it is!)

-Ana

#vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #takashi shirogane #vld shiro #vld adam #adam/shiro #shiro/adam #shadam #adashi #vld s7 #voltron s7 #vld spoilers #voltron spoilers #ana's fluff

[ganymedesclock]

To summarize a lot of much longer posts I’ve made in the past, I think clone theory doesn’t bother me but “#NotMyShiro” does. In the sense that... okay, so if you take this to its logical conclusion and the person we met in s3e5, let’s call him Ryou, is a new character.

His entire introductory sequence was an incredibly poignant one. It’s basically designed to pull on visceral strings of empathy, to see his pain and struggle and hang onto the edge of our seat like “Hey... hey keep going, buddy, you’ll make it. Please make it. C’mon, just a little further, just a little more...”

It’s genuinely deeply upsetting when at the end of the episode he starts running out of air. And if you just wiped all of the allusions to Shiro- if you redesigned him, presented him as an entirely new character who desperately wants to find Voltron for a separate reason? That would stand on its own.

My beef is not with clone theory, that basically just posits wholesale we’ve been following a different character since s3e5. My beef is this attitude that this doesn’t affect us as an audience, that we have no possible reason to feel bad for this guy or acknowledge any of his achievements or struggles or pain, and he’s had a lot of all three of them. He’s put his life on the line trying to protect the universe and further the coalition’s objectives multiple times now. It’s clear from the way he acts when nobody is watching him, like sitting alone at Black’s console in s4e1, that he genuinely cares about the team.

Like it feels... shallow, vindictive, I guess, to say, “well, but he’s not Shiro, so none of his emotional turmoil means anything”. Especially when as far as I can tell “Kuro” still exists as a huge popular fanon concept, and at our most optimistic, “Kuro” really was a mindless puppet for Haggar who in his one episode of screentime never did or said anything that Haggar didn’t want him to. He doesn’t even seem to genuinely exist outside of Haggar- he’s really more of an illusionary skin she made.

People are willing to disregard Ryou on account of assuming he’s just a puppet for Haggar ignoring that Haggar pretty obviously only “tapped” him as a sleeper agent halfway through s5e2... so, y’know, she can’t have been controlling his behavior before then, which means that he has autonomy and individuality, things that he’s continued to show since then because when confronted with the suspicion that he’s acting strangely, it scares him.

My personal contention is that it’s the same Shiro, because I think psychologically and behaviorally he lines up and writing-wise it’d be difficult to manage different characters, but if you do believe in clone theory... I think it’s deeply uncomfortable to act like Ryou isn’t the fandom’s problem because he’s not their precious fave, and thus they have zero obligation to even acknowledge that he was introduced and characterized to us as “a person, alone, terrified, with no idea what just happened to him, desperately trying to limp towards safety and comfort” and that narratively this is supposed to be sympathetic.

If s3e5 is the introduction of a new character, then his establishing characterization is acting like the vulnerable refugees that Voltron’s whole heroic point has been coming to the rescue of. I was right in s5e2 that there’s actually no way the paladins would decisively sign off on throwing Lotor to the wolves- because that’s straight up what they don’t do with vulnerable people, and Lotor was someone who had actively deceived them and worked against them.

It’s very clear if you take clone theory, Ryou doesn’t even know he’s an infiltrator and he’s very upset by the idea of hurting the team. He wouldn’t follow up with Lance and say things like how he doesn’t feel like himself and something’s wrong, or trust Lance’s comment that some “other” Shiro was trying to talk to him if he was just a puppet of Haggar, because Haggar doesn’t want that realization to happen.

If you don’t take clone theory, Shiro is in an awful place but of course the writers aren’t going to give up on him, he’s Shiro he’s one of the core protagonists.

If you do- then you realize the paladins “finding out” that Ryou is”fake” is going to boil down to “hey, we’re in the company of this guy we actually know pretty well since we’ve spent months with him, but he’s not actually Shiro, and we now realize the empire fucked him up hard enough that he genuinely believed until a little while ago that he was a completely different person and is probably having a massive identity crisis and/or breakdown while we speak.”

And... there’s no way in hell our heroes are not going to be at least a little sympathetic to that, because that’s horrible. For Ryou to be where he is, his most fundamental sense of self has been systematically screwed over and nipped in the bud, and if he’s “outed” and Shiro comes back... he’s going to be faced with the fun prospect of actually piecing together, probably for the first time, who he is.

TL;DR whether or not you think this is “your” Shiro it’s pretty obvious you’re supposed to care about him and feel bad for him. If he was supposed to be threatening, they would have introduced him like Luxia- calm, unperturbed, unnervingly knowing and quick to be pushy in that very specific manipulative way.

Instead we had most of an entire episode of him limping his way through a snowfield.

#voltron legendary defender #vld #Shiro #clone theory #season 5 spoilers #readmore

[voltronlegendaryimagines]

I'm so cruel omg. Can I request headcanons for the paladins if they accidentally hurt their S/O seriously enough to send them into the healing pod? I'm so mean to these poor babs

I get so many angst requests and tbh it gives me life but also I feel bad for them suffering orz

Keith

It was completely an accident

You had been in the training room together and he swung his Bayard too close to you

He was turned away from you when it happened, and your scream is the only reason he knew to look

To his horror, there was a massive gash across your back

He carries you to a healing pod himself, trying to avoid hurting you anymore than he already had

There was blood all over him by the time he got you to the healing pods

Very conflicted on if he should stay with you until you wake up or not

On one hand, he wanted to make sure you were alright

On the other, he felt guilty every time he looked at you because he knew that it was his fault you were there

He stays because, in the end, he doesn’t want you to wake up alone

Not even Shiro can get him to go back to his room

The second you’re awake and stepping out of the pod, he’s in front of you, but noticeably farther away than he usually would be when the two of you were alone

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I didn’t— I didn’t see you and I was careless and—”

You hug him and he stops in the middle of his sentence

“It was an accident. Don’t beat yourself up about it, okay? I’m fine now.”

All he can think is holy shit I don’t deserve them

Lance

You guys had been on a mission and came across some Galra soldiers

Not a lot of them, so you weren’t all that worried

Lance had been farther back using him sniper, while you were in closer

All of a sudden you had gone for the same soldier as Lance, and you were in his sights just as he pulled the trigger

He didn’t hit anywhere life-threatening, but you were down for the count in an instant

It’s everything he can do to take care of the few remaining soldiers before sprinting over to you

Immediately takes you home, hardly even explaining to the team what happened

Allura helps him get you into a healing pod, and he feels sick the entire time

The rest of the team come to check on both you and Lance, although he doesn’t really acknowledge them, not even when they’re leaving

Shiro pats him on the shoulder as he goes

He sits in front of your pod and cries once everyone else leaves

Can’t believe that he hurt you

He’s almost asleep when you leave the pod, but he snaps to attention once you do

“How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

Holds you but he’s very gentle and nervous because god what if he hurt you again?

You have to assure him that it wasn’t his fault

Even after that, it takes him a long time to forgive himself for what happened

Pidge

The two of you had been testing out some things Pidge had made

Some upgrades to the jet packs, nothing too crazy

Or at least it didn’t seem like it, until you turned it on

Then you both realized that the fire was too intense. Far, far too intense

By the time you had gotten out of your suit, your entire back was blistered and you were close to passing out from the pain

Hunk was nearby and helped bring you to the healing pods

He doesn’t really ask questions, but you’re pretty sure he has a gist of what happened

Pidge spends the entire time pacing outside of the pod

What if you didn’t wake up? What if you ended up scarred? What if you hate her for this?

Completely blames herself for the incident

Hardly eats at all until you wake up

Gives you a bear hug immediately

Before realizing that oh shit your back might still hurt and lets you go

You pull her back in for another hug obvs

She starts apologizing and just feels genuinely horrible and you assure her that she couldn’t have known it would happen

Besides, you’re fine now!

You’re both crying in the end and you def cuddle for the rest of the day

She has nightmares about it even after you’re healed, though

Shiro

You had spent the night in his room

Nothing unusual there, though it was unusual for you to wake up before him

You were sort of just lazily tracing your fingers along his chest when you noticed that he looked sort of pained

You knew he still had nightmares but you hadn’t been with him while he was having one before

You tried gently shaking him awake, but he was a heavy enough sleeper that being gentle didn’t really work

You gave him a pretty decent shove, and it woke him up, but he was also startled enough that he activated his prosthetic arm

Your entire arm is cut up before he realizes that it was just a nightmare, but what he’s done to you is undoubtably real

He screams when he realized what he’d done

At first, he refuses to tell anyone what happened, despite all the questions him running around in his pajamas with you bleeding in his arms garners

Quietly, he explains it to Allura after you’re in a healing pod

Out of everyone, he takes it the hardest

When you’re about to wake up, he leaves and locks himself in his room

Allura is there when you wake up and gives you a big hug before telling you where Shiro went

At first he doesn’t open the door to you, but after some persisting he would open up

His eyes are red and you’re pretty sure he’d been crying before

“I’m so, so sorry…”

The next few days, he’d need some time to himself, as well as a lot of reassurance that you’re ok

Hunk

The two of you were sparring on a day off

Sort of out of boredom, honestly. You two didn’t have much else to do

It went wrong though when he knocked you back and you tripped backwards

Your head fell directly onto a spare training weapon

The impact was enough to cause you to lose consciousness, and there was a cut on the back of your head as well

Hunk panicked and called for someone, anyone, to meet him at the healing pods to help you into one

Shiro is the one who shows up

He wants to know what happened, but he waits until you’re already in the pod before saying anything

Hunk is ashamed but he explains anyways

Shiro comforts him and, while it helps, seeing you up and about would help a lot more

He’s going back and forth between pacing the hallways of the castle and checking on you

He doesn’t really know what to do with himself, but he doesn’t want to just sit around either

Probably cooks you something and leaves it by your pod. Just in case you’re hungry when you wake up

He’s actually on another one of his walks when you get up

He comes back to find you sitting on the ground eating and he can’t help but laugh because it’s so you

He sits down with you, and grabs your hand while asking how you’re feeling

“I just want you to know… I’m really sorry about what happened. I’m so glad you’re alright…”

#voltron x reader #voltron imagine #keith x reader #lance x reader #pidge x reader #shiro x reader #hunk x reader #lance #keith #shiro #pidge #hunk #Anonymous

[honestlyprettychill]

Plance Nightmares

Got asked by @teddyquin about my headcanons for nightmares, so here they are!!!

So I personally headcanon Lance having an anxiety disorder, and I totally know that it’s probably really far from canon, but it helps me cope with mine.  :)  Just a disclaimer!! Anyway onto the headcanons!

 -So Pidge and Lance love to have sleepovers as often as possible.  Since Pidge normally never sleeps in her own bed anyways, the two of them will sleep in the gameroom, Lance on the couch, and Pidge on the floor with her laptop(or on top of Lance sometimes)  

-Lance is a really heavy sleeper, and Pidge is an extremely light sleeper.  Pidge used to be annoyed with the fact that literally anything could wake her up, but since she and Lance have been sleeping in the gameroom together, she’s glad she gets woken up easily.  Lance gets nightmares and panic attacks fairly often, most of the time not able to wake himself up out of them, so whenever he starts mumbling and tossing around, Pidge gets woken up right away and is able to comfort him.  

-Even though she’s never had a panic attack before and doesn’t know what they are like, Pidge imagines it’s like the feeling she had when she thought Matt was dead—the pounding head, the weak knees, the feeling of utter hopelessness and loss of control… she figured if it was anything like that feeling, it was a horrible thing to endure.

-Lance will have issues maybe once or twice a week.  Usually Pidge is still late-night coding when his breathing starts to hitch.  Sometimes he’ll start speaking in Spanish, saying things like “No, please… Mama come back.  Im sorry… No, I don’t wanna go…”  It breaks Pidge’s heart.  It gives her a pretty good idea of what his nightmares are about.  Even though Lance claims after he’s woken up that he doesn’t remember what he was dreaming about, Pidge can tell by the deadened look in his eyes that it’s not entirely true…

-After she wakes him up, she nuzzles herself into his arms and squeezes his chest slightly.  The pressure helps him calm back down.  She can always feel how fast his heart is going. Most of the time Lance will fall back asleep pretty quickly, but other times he’s wide awake from the nightmare. The two of them will chat about their recent trips to the space mall, or about their favorite memories from earth. Slowly, they will drift back to sleep, holding each other in their arms.

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Ibalon: An Ancient Folk Epic

“Ibalon” is a 240-line “fragment of a certain manuscript in verse,” which is contained in Fr. Jose Castaño’s account of origin, superstitions and beliefs of the ancient Bicolanos, published in 1896 in Wencaslao E. Retana’s Archivo de Bibliofilo Filipino, Vol. I. The “fragment” is in Spanish quatrains. In the version below, it has been translated into Bikol and into English by Jose Calleja-Reyes.

Iling Tell us Kadunung  the history of the times of  Handiong with that silver lyre  sing the sweet song of Aslon. 

You alone can sing beautifully  with feeling the various mysterious  happenings that surround this region.

Iling Sing and tell us of the kings  of lineage and courage  and the war that took place  until the defeat of Oriol. 

Give us also your knowledge  of the history of old Asog  of the youthful Masaraga  and of ancient Isarog

Iling  You are the affable poet  the sweetest and seductive  many times you have seen the  lake where Tacay is blooming. 

Sing, then, we are attentive to your beautiful narration while we are here seated under the shadow of a daod.

Kadunun Hear, then, children of Bikol, said the agile Kadunung about the events of the old beautiful country of Handiong.

Bikol is a land plain and fertile by alluvion, the most beautiful in the world plentiful in production.

It was Baltog, the first man who lived in this land, born in Botawara of the race of Lipod. To Bikol he came pursuing a fierce wild boar, which by nighttime destroyed his linza plantation.

Having caught up with it on the ground he pinned the animal with his lance and with herculean strength parted his jaws.

Each jaw was one arm in length and its tusks two thirds the spearhead of his lance.

Upon returning to his abod he hung the gigantic jawbone in a big talisay tree in his house in Tondol.

Among the old game hunters great admiration was caused by these glorious trophies of their king the great Baltog.

The tribes of Panicuason and Asog came to see them, and they said in their days there was no wild boar so big.

They called it Tandaya because it was exactly like the monstrous animal found in the mountains of Lignion.

After this to Bikol came Handiong and his warriors and in a short while he destroyed the monsters that inhabited the region.

Battles to exterminate them thousands upon thousands he initiated and he always emerged with the spirit of the victor.

The one-eyed cyclops that inhabit Ponon, in ten moons without rest he completely destroyed.

The winger tiburones and the wild buffalo that in the mountains roamed in a short time, he tamed.

The great crocodiles as big as the bancas of yore, and the fierce sarmaos to Coladi he exiled.

Those serpents that have siren-like voice, he forever buried in the cavern of Hantic.

But he could not defeat for all the days that passed the wily serpent known as Oriol.

This serpent knew more than the famous Handiong and its eyes fascinated with affable seduction.

A thousand lines Handiong placed, but all got snarled, by the great sagacity with which the serpent extricated itself.

With seductive words many times he enticed him for in the act of feigning Oriol was a great teacher.

Many times through the forests he pursued her without rest enticed by the siren song of her seductive voice.

His herculean works the conquest that he won all would have been naught because of the influence of Oriol.

But, because she was inconstant, she herself aided Handiong to defeat the great monsters that infested the region.

He fought with the crocodiles hand in hand and he emerged the victor of those great combats not leaving until they were destroyed.

The monkeys and orangutans watched with horror because the waters of Bikol was colored red with their blood.

They were quarrelsome monkeys of known valor, but the giant forced them to retreat to Isarog.

The region having been freed from wild animals, to give laws to the town with great interest he thought.

Handiong and his companions planted in a mountain linza which gave fruit as big as the pansol.

Also in a lower place they planted the delicious rice that because of Handiong, for centuries after, by that name was known.

He made the first banca that through Bicol surged, without rudder and sail which were made by Ginantong. Ginantong invented the plow, the peine, the pagolong, the ganta, and other measures, the sakal, bolo, and landok.

The weaving loom and the lever were the works of Hablom who to the great surprise of all those ne day presented them to the king.

The gorgoreta, karon, kalan, and paso and many other utensils were invented by the pygmy Dinahon.

The alphabet was Sural’s who curiously composed it inscribing it on Libon stone which was polished to high lusture by Gapon.

They made houses in unequal proportion atop the suspended branches of banasi and kamagon.

So many were insects, the heat so excessive that only reason in the moog could they suffer the heat of the sun.

The laws he decreed most just with respect to life and honor and to them all were subject without distinction.

All observed their position the slave and the master respecting the nights of family lineage and succession.

And then came the flood brought about by Onos that everything on land was completely transformed.

The volcanoes erupted, Hantic, Colasi, Isarog and at the same time was felt a great earthquake.

So great was the catastrophe that the sea left dry the isthmus of Pasacao in the state it is today.

From the continent was separated the island of Malbogon where died the sybils called Hilan, Lariong.

The great water of Inarihan its course to the East changed which before the cataclysm had emptied into Ponon.

In Bato was submerged a great mountain and its place appeared the lake, which now nourishes Ibalon with its fish.

From the gulf of Calabagnan disappeared Dagatnon, the place of the dumagat who inhabited Cotmon.

This kingdom was powerful in the days of Bantong, the inseparable companion of the warrior Handiong.

He had been sent there with one thousand men to kill Rabot half man and half beast filled with black magic.

All those who sailed there before this expedition into stones turned by the enchantment of Rabot.

Bantong believed that this monster was a great sleeper sleeping by daytime without any precaution.

To the monster’s lair on a rainy day he took his warriors and before Rabot was awakened he split it with a stroke.

The monster heaved a loud cry with such reverberating sound that people heard it in the mangroves of Bagnad and kamagon.  

They brought Rabot to Libmanan for the great Handiong to see and by its sight he was frightened for a long time.

Never before had he seen a living thing so hideous and with so horrible a figure and with such a tremendous voice.

Here Kadunung stopped the first part of his narration leaving its continuation to another day.

Source:  Eugenio, D. L. (2007). Ibalon: An Ancient Folk Epic. In Philippine folk literature: an anthology (2nd ed., Vol. 1, pp. 58-65). Diliman, Quezon City: University of the Philippines Press.

#Bicol epic

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5, 16, and 49 for klance??

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Keith. No surprise, but getting brutally beaten by a bunch of dudes in masks and then seeing a hallucination of your older brother leaving you can make you dream some pretty messed up stuff. He’s not obvious about his nightmares, though – he won’t scream or toss and turn. He’ll start twitching slightly, and he’ll have this horribly upset look on his face. But Lance, although he’s a heavy sleeper, is attuned to this, and will instantly wake up if he feels just the slightest shift in Keith’s body. He’ll gently pull Keith closer to him and rock him back and forth until the twitching/shaking stops, then he’ll laugh slightly and boop his nose before going back to sleep.

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?

Lance. Keith’s used to them from his time in The Shack, but Lance has been lowkey terrified of lightning since he was a kid. Keith figures it out one night while they’re stationed on a planet – the weather outside the ship is extremely similar to a typical thunderstorm on Earth (although there’s still no rain). But the loud boom and crackle of thunder makes Lance yelp while they’re sitting on the couch. Keith looks at him for a second in complete confusion, and when the room lights up from the bolt of lightning outside and Lance shrieks a second time, Keith slowly realizes what’s going on, and teases him mercilessly about it.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?

Keith drives, Lance rides shotgun. I’ve talked about this before, but Lance CANNOT be trusted behind the wheel. He’s an extremely good driver, but that means he likes to do things like go way above the speed limit on the highway when there’s no police cars in sight and race with random other cars he sees. Keith knows if he doesn’t stop him, he’ll just join in the competitive spirit, so he drives to prevent them from getting into an accident.

send me prompts

#ask #anonymous #klance #voltron #keith #lance #mine

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Packers will take care of business Sunday

It won’t be 38-10, but the Green Bay Packers will once again defeat the Seattle Seahawks in Lambeau Field, where the Seahawks have only won once. The Packers are 8-1 against Seattle in Green Bay, the one loss, however, was an ugly one.

The Packers have had what I think was a great offseason, having addressed pretty much all of their weak spots on both sides of the ball, especially defense. General manager Ted Thompson morphed into Dan Snyder this offseason by signing free agent after free agent. And on top of that, they are healthy.

Against Seattle, defense has never been the problem. Even in the fail mary game and the NFC Championship losses, the defense held the Seahawks in check. I think they will do so again on Sunday. The Packers’ defense was horrible last year and still picked off Russell Wilson five times. For some reason, Dom Capers’ defense is not a favorite of Wilson.

I do not expect Eddie Lacy to have a big game, it’s running back by committee in Seattle. And I don’t think Lacy has the heart to try to stick it to the Packers. My only concern is Wilson extending plays and testing the Packers’ new and supposedly improved secondary. The Packers’ pass rush will play a huge role in that.

I think this game will be a defensive battle, with the better quarterback winning out in the end. Here is my hunch, I think Lance Kendricks might be the sleeper in this game. He and Ty Montgomery. I say Packers squeak it out 20-17.

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Prime factors to check out on Trade Deadline Working day - SweetSpot

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Prime factors to check out on Trade Deadline Working day - SweetSpot

Welcome to trade deadline working day. Why just isn’t it a countrywide holiday getaway however?

This is a preview of the a lot more critical storylines to comply with:

Where by will Sonny Gray land?

The New York Yankees and Los Angeles Dodgers continue to be the favorites to land Oakland’s appropriate-hander, who is in desire not only mainly because he is acquiring a sound period with a 3.43 Era but also mainly because he is controllable by 2019. The prime potential customers rumored to be prospective focal points of a deal are two outfielders, Estevan Florial of the Yankees and Alex Verdugo of the Dodgers.

Florial, just 19 years aged, is hitting .297 with eleven household runs for Class A Charleston. Verdugo, 21, is hitting .330 for Triple-A Oklahoma Metropolis with a lot more walks than strikeouts but only 4 household runs. Verdugo ranked No. twelve on Keith Law’s midseason prime-fifty listing Florial failed to make the lower, but he was ranked No. 90 on MLB.com’s midseason update.

What will the Astros and Nationals do?

Could the Astros or Nationals bounce into the Sonny Gray sweepstakes? Tom Szczerbowski/Getty Photographs

What can make a prospective Gray trade so fascinating is that two other division leaders instantly have fears about their rotations as effectively. Stephen Strasburg‘s nerve impingement just isn’t remaining handled as a serious harm, but if the Nationals know a thing they haven’t let on and there is certainly concern about his elbow down the extend, they could be in on a starter. The Astros, cruising to the American League West title and the greatest record in the AL, may well be in even a lot more have to have of a starter, as Lance McCullers Jr. has a nine.sixty four Era in July and Dallas Keuchel lasted just a few innings in his to start with begin back again from the disabled listing.

Possibly workforce could be in on Gray, Yu Darvish or Lance Lynn — the prime a few setting up pitchers who could transfer. The Astros will be unwilling to give up outfield stud Kyle Tucker, even in a Gray trade, but they have a few other prime-fifty potential customers in pitchers Forrest Whitley and Franklin Perez and to start with baseman Yordan Alvarez. The Nationals are not likely to deal outfielder Victor Robles but perhaps will part with outfielder Juan Soto.

Also: Never be stunned if a sleeper workforce these types of as the Braves gets in on Gray. They have to have an recognized starter for their rotation mainly because they hope to begin contending in 2018, and they have a slew of potential customers to deal from. It doesn’t have to be only contending groups on the lookout to make a big transfer.

The Zach Britton quandary

The Orioles need to trade Britton, but they usually are not going to get the Andrew Miller bundle for him mainly because he has not pitched that effectively since his return from the DL. The Orioles did ultimately pitch him on back again-to-back again days Saturday and Sunday — but for just one out and a few pitches Saturday and two outs and ten pitches Sunday. The Orioles, with playoff odds of about 3 per cent, in accordance to FanGraphs, usually are not going to extract top quality benefit for Britton when groups haven’t viewed him go at the very least an inning on consecutive days.

Even now, there is certainly big upside right here if Britton can regain his unhittable form of 2016 or even a thing shut to that. Both of those the Dodgers and Astros could be in the combine right here as effectively, as neither workforce has a dominant lefty in the pen (the Dodgers have Luis Avilan, but he is a LOOGY only with a enormous platoon split).

Will Justin Verlander be traded?

Verlander did tip his hat to the followers as he been given a standing ovation Sunday, but it appears not likely that he’ll be traded on Monday, many thanks to his prohibitive deal that pays him $28 million every of the subsequent two seasons. Probably a workforce that misses out on Gray, Darvish or Lynn will be intrigued during the waiver trade period of time in August, but the Tigers would possible have to pick up a chunk of that deal in order to get a great prospect in return.

The Royals picked up Melky Cabrera but have to have to go on to be aggressive at the trade deadline. Erich Schlegel/United states Right now Sporting activities

The Royals need to make one more trade or two

The Royals acquired Melky Cabrera on Sunday, on prime of attaining a few pitchers from the Padres a number of days back, but they need to go all-in in this ultimate operate with their main team of Lorenzo Cain, Eric Hosmer and Mike Moustakas, all of whom are totally free brokers following this period.

Cabrera can enjoy remaining discipline for the dreadful Alex Gordon or DH for the dreadful Brandon Moss. The Royals could use a shortstop — Cincinnati’s Zack Cozart would be a best match — or even one more bat these types of as Jay Bruce, who could enjoy outfield or DH, providing them two sound bats to include to the lineup. Basically, the Royals never have any Quality-A potential customers, so no issue what happens in 2017, it can be most likely going to be a lengthy rebuild if Cain, Hosmer and Moustakas all go away. Cozart or Bruce would not be that highly-priced in any case, but Kansas Metropolis need to do what it can take to obtain one or both equally.

Do the Twins provide?

The Twins went from .5 games out on July 19 to seven out following they lost eight of eleven games appropriate as the Indians and Royals bought very hot. So they traded Jaime Garcia following he manufactured one begin for them. Will they look at working Ervin Santana or closer Brandon Kintzler? Santana is signed for 2018 ($thirteen.5 million) with a 2019 workforce choice ($fourteen million), although Kintzler is a totally free agent. I can see the Twins maintaining Santana, but they need to deal Kintzler, who just isn’t your typical closer, with just 27 K’s in forty five 1/3 innings, but he gets ground balls and need to desire a contender trying to get bullpen depth.

Sleeper prospect to be a dude who pitches effectively down the extend

Occasionally the greatest pitcher acquired at the deadline just isn’t one of the big names. In 2015, J.A. Happ went seven-two with a 1.eighty five Era for the Pirates. The Pirates struck gold once more last calendar year, when Ivan Nova went 5-two with a 3.06 Era. How about Marco Estrada for 2017? His 5.43 Era implies that he has been horrible, but he owns a four.fifty one FIP, and his strikeout rate — 122 in 114 1/3 innings — continues to be powerful to go with a former pedigree of success. As a fly ball pitcher, he has been harm by household runs with the energetic baseball but could be a great pickup for the back again rotation for a workforce these types of as Houston, Milwaukee or Kansas Metropolis.

How do the Red Sox counter what the Yankees (and Rays) have accomplished?

Boston has manufactured one minor transfer, selecting up utility male Eduardo Nunez, who is hardly a video game-changer. Dave Dombrowski has currently stated that the workforce won’t make a big trade for a setting up pitcher, as it expects David Selling price to return from his DL stint. Then he stated that what the Yankees and Rays have accomplished won’t have an impact on what the Red Sox will do.

Even now, the Yankees have included Garcia, Todd Frazier and relievers Tommy Kahnle and David Robertson, and they may well however land Gray. Oh, they have also climbed earlier the Red Sox into to start with put in the AL East.

Dombrowski has a record of generating moves at the deadline, including attaining Drew Pomeranz last calendar year for Anderson Espinoza. The Red Sox are 29th in the majors in wOBA in July, even though there just isn’t an clear prospect to step apart, other than Mitch Moreland, who need to head to the bench. Nunez may well currently be the dude having that taking part in time. The most important rumor has them going following Mets reliever Addison Reed. Will Dombrowski shock and do nearly anything bigger?

Relievers will be traded.

If there is certainly one point we know, it can be that. And it will make you content, even if you have to search up the guy’s stats to see if he is acquiring a great calendar year. Just hope your general manager doesn’t trade a potential Hall of Famer in the course of action — you know, like the time the Red Sox traded a minor leaguer named Jeff Bagwell for Larry Andersen.

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