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bitsandbobsofwriting · 3 years

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Camlann, except no one is being held back by stupid destinies;

Merlin manages to keep Morgana and Mordred on the side of the light, which has a few rather influential knock-on effects.

Morgause leads her army onto the barren fields of Camlann, her hair and eyes wild, but her sword and focus sharp. Opposite stands her traitor sister’s half brother, the Boy-King of Camelot, surrounded by his precious knights. Today, they would all die, she would make certain of that.

Arthur struggles to keep his hands from trembling, he’s well aware that this battle will likely be his, and subsequently Camelot’s, downfall, but his nerves are settled slightly by Merlin’s comforting presence at his side. Which he feels immensely guilty at.

He’d done his best to urge Merlin to run, to take Gwen and Gaius and maybe even Morgana, to go to Ealdor to pick up his mother and run even further, just in case. Merlin had refused of course; Gwen and Morgana had squawked at Arthur’s stupid chivalry and planted their feet firmly in the throne room, a symbolic last line of defence, and Gaius rolled his eyes and reaffirmed that he would be in the infirmary tent, as planned.

He’d given his men his speech and they all seemed content to die for the cause, for one last desperate attempt to keep their home safe, but that didn’t stop the freezing claw of guilt from shredding Arthur’s lungs every time he took a breath. They were just waiting now. For someone to make the first move, for Morgause to get a little closer, for someone to send a messenger.

Arthur’s broken from his stare when a warm, soft, steady hand takes his gently. His head whips to the side to see Merlin, stood without armour (oh, how The King despaired) staring at him with a slight frown. A frown, Arthur thinks, that should be much deeper, and much more afraid. He’s grateful it isn’t. He’s not sure he could cope with seeing Merlin scared:

“Arthur, if... if I knew a way to win this, once and for all, with not a drop of Camelot blood spilt... would you let me?”

It takes Arthur a few moments to process what Merlin had said, on account of his brain focusing on how grateful he is to hear his voice and feel the warmth of his hand instead of actually listening to him speak, but when he does, he copies his servant’s frown, though his is slightly more confused. He doesn’t let go of Merlin’s hand as he responds, instead tightening his grip:

“What on Earth are you talking about?”

Merlin gulps and looks away briefly, a look of guilt if Arthur ever saw one, but he finds he doesn’t really care. They’re all about to die, he’d forgive Merlin anything:

“If I could win this battle, and the war, right here, right now. Would you let me?-”

At Arthur’s continued perplexed look, Merlin rolls his eyes and huffs, smirking slightly as he adds on:

“-Just humour me.”

Arthur gulps, glancing towards the slowly advancing army before once again squeezing Merlin’s hand and looking back at him:

“It would... depend on the consequences, I suppose. Would you get hurt?”

Merlin shakes his head, then stops, and tilts it sideways as though he’s considering something he’d really rather not think about. He can’t meet Arthur’s gaze as he responds:

“I... might need a few hours to rest, afterwards, but any... long term consequences would depend on your reaction.”

Arthur recoils slightly at that, frown deepening as he shakes his head, completely oblivious to the keen listening ears of his six most loyal knights, and another, hidden towards the back of the group. If he’d turned to see them, Arthur would’ve noticed the blank looks of steely determination on Lancelot and Mordred’s faces:

“Well we would never have to worry about that. I... I could never see you hurt, Merlin.”

The King’s voice cracks as he mentions Merlin getting hurt, and the servant’s gaze softens, knowing that Arthur was thinking of their inevitable demise, creeping closer and closer. He squeezes his hand, giving him a soft smile as his other hand lifts up to rest on his shoulder; his question comes out soft and pleading:

“Do you trust me?”

Arthur has to use all of his self control not to yell his answer across Camlann:

“More than anyone.”

Merlin smiles sadly and steps back, dropping both of his still-steady hands to his sides; Arthur feels the gap between them more heavily than he feels the armour on his back. Merlin goes to turn away without another word, but before he can take even one step, a figure is pushing through to the front, gripping his wrist and pulling him back:

“I’m coming too.”

Arthur’s eyes go comically large as he hears Morgana’s voice come from under the hood. He steps forward to rip it down, and she only spares him an annoyed glance before she’s back to staring purposefully at Merlin. A gasp goes up around the group from all bar two, and Mordred dismounts his horse, walking forward to be in line with Morgana. The three of them entirely ignore Arthur’s outraged words:

“Morgana, what the hell are you doing here? You need to be safe at the castle, you’re meant to take the crown what the hell are you doing here?!”

Merlin meets Morgana’s determined glare with a resigned one of his own:

“No, this is my-”

Mordred interrupts him, his voice strong in a way that Arthur had never heard from the youngest knight before:

“No. No, it’s not. You’re not just fighting for Camelot, Merlin, you’re fighting or us, for our people.”

Merlin looks like he wants to argue, but Morgana crosses her arms and holds her head high as she speaks:

“You’re making a stand and you have no right to stop us from doing the same. This is bigger than you, bigger than all three of us, this is our fight just as much as it is yours.”

Merlin can only hold their stare for so long before he sighs and looks to the floor, entirely oblivious to the knights panicking (bar Lancelot, of course). He looks up with a small, relaxed smile on his face, and if Arthur weren’t so preoccupied with the fact that Morgana was definitely not supposed to be here, he would’ve found Merlin’s almost-nonchalance calming. The servant holds both his hands out:

“Together?”

Mordred grins widely, taking one of Merlin’s wrists as he responds confidently:

“For Camelot.”

Morgana does the same, a sudden wind whipping her hair behind her wildly:

“For our people.”

Without another moment’s of hesitation, Merlin turns and marches towards Morgause and her army. His steps are purposeful and strong, and Arthur can’t bring himself to stop him, no matter how desperately his brain is screaming at him. Morgana turns to him with a not-quite-cruel smirk:

“This has been a long time coming, brother. Enjoy the show.”

Arthur can only blink in surprise as she turns and walks towards Merlin. Mordred looks to him next, though the young knight’s smile is a lot softer, a lot more pitying:

“You should consider yourself lucky, Arthur,-”

Arthur barely registers the use of his first name:

“-my Lord gave up his throne in favour of serving you, buried his crown in favour of polishing yours.”

Arthur shakes his head slightly, his voice quiet and confused and strained as he asks:

“Your Lord?”

Mordred looks to Merlin, still marching across the seemingly never-ending field, with an awed smile; his voice is quiet and holds notes of what almost sound like worship:

“He’s more than you know.”

Before Arthur can respond, Merlin and Morgana stop, turning to look at Mordred expectantly. Merlin stares blankly, his brows slightly furrowed, but Morgana sports a wild grin as she yells back:

“I though you wanted to join in on the fun, Mordred?”

The young knight grins in response, turning to Arthur and giving him one last short bow as he cheerfully says, not a trace of worry in his voice:

“Lady Morgana is right My Lord, enjoy the show.”

He turns away quickly, jogging to catch up with the other two before anyone can say anything. Gwaine is the first to react, jumping off his horse and starting forward, to catch up with them, to pull them back, to ask them what the fuck was going on, but Lance quickly lands behind him, grabbing his shoulder:

“Wait, don’t. You trust them right?-”

He casts his gaze around the others, all looking slightly confused but mostly panicked as they dismount their horses. Mordred, Merlin, and Morgana make their journey to the centre of the field, but Lancelot’s eyes focuses on Arthur:

“-You said you trusted him, so just... this is what he does, Arthur. Please, just trust him, everything’s going to be ok.”

Arthur is desperate to question his knight, to demand that he explain what’s going on and give up anything, everything he knows, but before he can say anything, Elyan gasps and points somewhere beyond their friends. The whole army seems to resume their earlier jitters as Morgause differentiates herself from her soldiers.

The three magic users spread out slightly as they come to a stop, Mordred on the left, Morgana on the right, and Merlin, of course, in the middle.

A storm seems to be fast approaching and the loud wind makes hearing each other difficult, but they don’t need words to speak, and Mordred’s question echoes in Merlin’s head as all of their gazes focus on Morgause stepping forward:

“Are the other two coming?”

The Warlock nods, tapping his finger to his temple briefly as he replies:

“I called for them hours ago, they’re almost-”

Arthur is distracted from all that’s in front of him when a desperate and terrified voice screeches out from the back of his army:

“DRAGONS!!”

He, and all the other knights, whip their heads around in panic, only to see exactly what had been yelled about. The Dragon that Arthur had supposedly killed years ago is flying towards them like a hurricane, golden scales shining bright even in the shadows of the approaching storm. Next to him flies a much smaller dragon, pure white and clearly young, unstable in the air but still graceful, still terrifying.

Arthur’s heart sinks even impossibly further as they both fly straight over them, aiming for the other side of the field. If Morgause had two Dragons at her beck and call somehow, there was no hope, no matter what ridiculous plan Merlin had. Arthur felt the tears fill his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall. If this was to end in fire, then he’d sprint to Merlin, just so he could see him, hold his hands, beg him for a smile, one last time.

Lancelot holds him back with a hand on his shoulder and a soft smile:

“I know this doesn’t make sense, but just... trust him.”

He turns back to Merlin just to see the great beasts land in front of them, almost acting as a barrier between the three of them and the opposing army.

“-Took you long enough.”

Kilgharrah does his best imitation of rolled eyes before dipping his head in a bow:

“Where would you like us, young Warlock?”

Merlin grins, allowing Aithusa to push her head into his hands as he answers:

“I want you somewhere off to the side looking vaguely threatening. Only intervene if you have to, I don’t want the Camelot knights getting twitchy and skewering you, you’re an old man after all, I’m not sure you could take it.-”

Morgana laughs aloud and Mordred snorts behind his hand, but Kilgharrah just rolls his eyes again, giving another bow that this time somehow seems sarcastic before clomping off to the side, prowling up and down the edge of the field and huffing the occasional puffs of smoke in the opposition’s direction. Merlin looks down to Aithusa next, scratching her chin and using a much softer voice:

“Go watch over Arthur, keep him safe but don’t let him or any of the others hurt you, I’m sure Lance will explain. Try to stay out of the fighting and don’t let Morgause get anywhere near Arthur or the knights, you understand?”

The creature purrs and nods, stepping around her master and beginning an impossibly fast sprint towards Arthur.

Arthur stares with wide eyes at the gathering in the middle of the field, letting out a deep breath when the Great Dragon bows down to Merlin’s confident stance. The smaller creature bounds to him as he... exchanges words with the beasts, and all Arthur can do is stare as his brain argues over which emotion should be at the forefront. Fear? Confusion? Betrayal? Some kind of guilt? Pride, maybe?

Lancelot definitely looks proud, worried, but proud, and Arthur spares him a questioning glance; before he can say anything, Leon lets out a quiet yelp, pointing across the field and drawing his sword on instinct. Arthur whips his head around to see the white Dragon speeding towards them, eyes bright, teeth bared, and sharp claws ripping up the ground with every step.

He draws his own sword, panic clawing at his gut, but before he can step forward in some pointless attempt to protect his men, Lancelot pulls him back again, stepping in between Arthur and the approaching Dragon with a placating hand held out to each of them; his voice comes out quickly and desperate:

“No, no, she’s on our side, don’t hurt her. Merlin sent her here to protect us, don’t hurt her.”

Arthur stares between them with a mix of blood-curdling fear and endless confusion. But he trusts Merlin, and he trusts Lancelot, so much to Leon’s displeasure he lowers his sword, though he doesn’t sheath it, not yet.

The Dragon finally reaches them, coming to a skidding stop a few feet away. Arthur’s fear is overpowered by confusion, and an odd fondness in the back of his mind, when the creature almost topples over in it’s haste. She purrs loudly, and even Leon appears to relax slightly, even more so when she dips her head in what appears to be a bow to Arthur, before turning her attention to Lancelot and pushing her face into his hands.

The other knights all start forward on instinct, but when Lance lets out a low chuckle and begins... scratching the creature’s chin?? They step back again, watching as the Dragon begins purring even louder, almost bowling Lancelot over as it rubs it’s scaled body across his legs. It’s... acting like a cat...

Gwaine coughs very deliberately and Lancelot looks up with a blush, biting his lip before saying, his words awkward and stilted:

“Uh... guys, this is Aithusa, she’s... a Dragon. She can’t speak yet, but-”

Percival makes a confused noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head with wide eyes as he asks incredulously:

“Dragons are meant to be able to speak??”

Lancelot grimaces, but nods, but before he can say anything, Morgause’s crazed voice echoes over the field, and their attention is drawn back to the face off between Merlin, Morgana, Mordred, and the enemy.

“You can not beat me, not even with your precious pets!!”

The gang can hear Kilgharrah’s low growl at the insult and the sound vibrates across the ground and up into their very bones, even with the distance between them. Aithusa tenses in response, eyes narrowed and teeth bared as she detects the anger and insult swarming in her Kin, but Merlin holds a hand out to the Great Dragon, and both creatures relax as he monotonously responds:

“I’m giving you one chance, Morgause, do not send your followers to a pointless death.”

His tone is even and confident, his back straight, his head held high, and Arthur wonders how he’d never noticed Merlin’s obvious power before. Despite speaking normally, his voice is heard by everyone, even over the howling wind.

The knights can see Morgause’s hands shaking in her rage, her eyes wide and bright golden as she screeches her response, her anger showing through clearly:

“I am no coward!! You are nothing but a servant, a child soldier, and a pampered princess! What hope do you have against me?! I am a High Priestess, you are nothing!!!”

Merlin lowers his head, nodding slightly in resigned sadness. His muttered words, once again, somehow seem to echo across the field, and Arthur recoils at the grief in his tone:

“So be it.”

He slowly lifts his arm, holding it at a forty-five degree angle from the ground, his fingers splayed wide, and Elyan gasps, pointing wordlessly to the lightening dancing between his fingertips. Gwaine lets out a boisterous laugh, grinning as he realises with sudden clarity that Merlin is about to kick ass in a major way.

Arthur just gapes, struggling to process what was happening even as Gwaine whoops and Lancelot smiles proudly. The other knights are also staring, varying levels of confusion, awe, and happiness on their faces.

From where they’re standing, they can see Mordred and Morgana get into a fighting stance, though neither of them draw the swords they have hanging from their hips. Morgause lets out an ear piercing screech, this one wordless, giving the distinct impression that her mind had snapped under the weight of her fury. Her army begins their march forwards as she hurls a fireball the size of a horse straight for Merlin, but he simply twists his wrist sharply forwards. A bolt of lightening rips down from the sky, intercepting the fireball and forcing it to the ground where it explodes in a miniature storm of silver sparks and golden flames.

Morgause screams again, her and her army speeding up in their approach as Merlin gives some sort of unseen command. All of a sudden, Mordred gives a small leap forward, planting his feet firmly as he thrusts his hands towards the ground before ripping them up again; with the movement, the ground at his feet explodes, vines and rocks and roots bursting from the field in a sharp line heading straight for the army. Morgana, at the same time, swirls her arms gracefully around her head, a few sparks of fire lighting up in the darkness as if from the friction between her hands and the air. She brings her arms down again, completing the elegant flow, stepping forward as she blows harshly into her cupped hands. A great, hot fire bursts forth, huge and angry and writhing as it shoots towards the enemy.

A few feeble counter attacks are thrown from Morgause and the sorcerers she has in her ranks, but ultimately, the army can only look on in horror at their approaching deaths. After a few moments of Merlin staring proudly at Mordred and Morgana’s handy work as it rips apart the first few hundred soldiers, he takes his own step forward, raising his arm to the sky. Lightening dances between just his fingertips at first, then down his arm, then all over his body; he connects to the flashes in the sky, and he glows brighter and brighter until he thrusts both arms forward. A tornado of flashing, crackling light shoots out from his hands, striking down thousands of soldiers. Shards of lightening jump from enemy to enemy, leaving none untouched by magic, each being struck down by Mordred’s earth, Morgana’s fire, or Merlin’s sky.

The Camelot army can only stare on in shock and horror as the enemy is wiped out in minutes, screams of those being buried alive, burned as if on pyres, or fried from the inside out reverberating across the field. Arthur’s mouth hangs open, his eyes wide and frozen on Merlin as he conducts lightening as if it were what he was born to do. Something deep in Arthur’s soul tells him that this is what he was born to do.

Aithusa’s protection isn’t required; none of the enemy soldiers get within ten metres of Merlin and his pupils, let alone Arthur and the other knights, but she patrols the front edge of Camelot’s army regardless, nudging back those that step too far forward (everyone was too focused on The King’s manservant, knight, and half sister being... well... Godlike, to care about the fact that a Dragon was using her snout to gently push people around), always with one eye on Arthur, just like her master had asked.

Within minutes, the field goes almost silent; the only sounds to be heard are the gentle crackling of still-smouldering bodies, and the deep breaths of Morgause, Mordred, Morgana, and Arthur. Merlin seems entirely unbothered, his stance still strong and powerful where Mordred and Morgana sag slightly from the exertion.

Morgause falls to her knees, tears on her cheeks as she finally realises the power that she’s up against; Merlin tilts his head slightly before clicking his fingers. The four of them disappear in clouds of deep black smoke and Arthur struggles to stop himself from yelping and falling back when they reappear in front of him.

Morgause is still kneeling, Merlin in front of her with a blank expression on his face. Morgana stands to the side, her face an odd mix of sorrowfully defeated—Morgause was her sister after all—and vindictively victorious. Mordred stands at her shoulder, looking a lot more tired but still managing to stay upright as he gazes upon the scene with well put together indifference. Aithusa bounds over to be stood at her master’s side, and even Kilgharrah joins them, standing behind Aithusa a way’s off.

Morgause finally speaks through her deep breathing, staring up at Merlin in desperation:

“Who are you?”

Merlin just tilts his head and frowns slightly, crouching down to place a soft hand on her shoulder:

“Who do you think?”

Morgause sags even further, her tears streaming down her face as she almost whispers, her voice cracking:

“Emrys.”

Merlin nods slowly, looking to Arthur for the first time since the whole ordeal started. Arthur is taken aback at the shining gold of his eyes, but holds his gaze, gulping and waiting for his servant (?) to make the first move:

“Your orders, My Lord?”

Arthur takes a deep breath, looking first down at Morgause, who is staring at the floor blankly, then to Mordred and Morgana, who raise eyebrows at him, then Lancelot, who shrugs, and finally the other knights, who stare at him with wide eyes, waiting for his answer just as Merlin is. His hands clench at his side, but he looks back to the dark-haired man, his face determined and his voice strong:

“Your suggestion?”

Lancelot nods approvingly at Arthur’s obvious show of trust; the question is more than just a question, it’s a display that The King is treating Merlin like an advisor, asking for his counsel and trusting his allegiance in front of a crowd. Merlin smiles slightly, tightening his grip on Morgause’s shoulder, not that she notices:

“I’m not overly fond of execution, but we don’t have dungeons strong enough to hold her long term, and too many have suffered at her hand.”

Arthur nods, though he sheathes his sword. He takes a deep breath before his next instruction, knowing that this is... delicate, and important; a turning point in his Kingdom’s history:

“Make it merciful.”

Merlin holds in his proud smile and Morgause only has time to gasp quietly as his hand moves from her shoulder to her forehead. Her eyes roll back and she collapses to the floor, dead before she even hits the ground.

The Warlock spares the dead witch a quick, pitying glance, and the grief in his eyes, even after all she had done, is endearing, reminding everyone around them of the compassion Merlin is capable of. He stands quickly, but is careful not to make any of his moves too sudden, stepping away from the body and towards Arthur. His stance is strong once again, allowing some before unseen authority, confidence, power to shine through; Mordred and Morgana take their places either side of them, and even Aithusa sits up, tall and proud, as Kilgharrah edges forward slightly.

This is Merlin, showing off his army, presenting it to his King, offering it up for judgment. An army consisting of himself, his two apprentices, and two Dragons; not large, but likely the most powerful the land has ever known, and ever will know.

Arthur gulps, but meets Merlin’s golden gaze. The atmosphere is thick and charged and The King couldn’t pinpoint whether it was from the residual lightening still jumping between Merlin’s fingers, or the sheer power that was just displayed, seemingly effortlessly. He glances over the Warlock’s shoulder at the carnage behind him and can’t help but take a deep, fortifying breath. Merlin tilts his head, glancing at the massacre for just a moment before looking back with an almost repentant smile:

“I apologise for the theatrics,-”

He’s interrupted by Morgana’s whispered murmur of “I don’t, that was brilliant.” but ignores her:

“-but I can... fix that. If you like?”

Arthur frowns slightly, confused and so far out of his comfort zone that he doesn’t even want to hazard a guess at what Merlin might be implying. He feels a mould grow spontaneously in his gut, a horror with spores that spread throughout his bloodstream as he realises that... he doesn’t really know anything about magic, about how it works, about how Merlin is offering to use it. It had yet to occur to him to be afraid of Merlin, but the sudden realisation that he’d been persecuting his servant’s people with no real understanding of his own former hatred was... jarring.

The Warlock sees Arthur’s hesitation, widening his reassuring smile slightly as he repeats an earlier question, from a time that felt as though it had come years before, but was really only minutes. The discrepancy in timelines between Arthur’s head and the real world does not alter the King’s answer

“Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone.”

Merlin closes his eyes, holding his hands out to the side slightly as he lets out a deep breath. The storm, which Arthur and the knights had become entirely oblivious of despite it’s ruinous thunder and blinding flashes of lightening, quickly dissipates; blue sky and bright sun peek through the fading clouds. A gold shimmer ripples out across the ground from Merlin’s feet, spreading backwards like a wave over sand, turning pebbles and leaving the beach clean and fresh in it’s wake. The ground clears, bodies sinking into nothingness and fires being smothered by magic, even Morgause disappears into the dirt.

Arthur absentmindedly thinks that that could be seen as honorary or disgracing; he supposes it depends on what type of person you were before the end of your life. Merlin would see being entombed within the Earth itself as a blessing, he somehow thinks that Morgause, with her God complex and inflated feelings of infallibility, would find it... demeaning.

Merlin sags his head slightly, and when Arthur’s brain comes back into focus, mostly prompted by the gasping and widespread whispers of the uneasy army behind him, he sees that the barren fields of Camlann, soaked with blood and scorched by lightening, no longer exist. In their place was a vast meadow, bright with the colours of spring and summer; untameable wildflowers stood tall and crimson butterflies were the only reminders of the bloodshed that had watered this paradise before them.

Arthur feels the smile on his face before he had even made the conscious decision to smile, but he decides that today, of all days, he doesn’t mind accidentally wearing his heart on his sleeve. Trust Merlin to do something as unspeakable as rip an army to shreds with lightening, and then apologise for his dramatics by creating heaven on earth.

The King sighs before shaking his head slightly, letting out a short, disbelieving laugh. He can feel the sun on his skin, and his smile grows with the knowledge that the heat warming his cheeks was entirely unnatural for this time of year; Merlin really was pulling out all of the stops.

“You’re a gift to this world, Merlin.”

His voice comes out softly, as if he were afraid of ruining the peace, though he only adds to it; The King finally turns to his Warlock again and almost stumbles back at the immeasurable devotion shining from his now-blue-again eyes. His whispered response carries on the wind as if he were a part of it, and Arthur wonders just how much of this world Merlin has touched, just how much of this universe Merlin has created, extended himself to. Did the wind exist before Merlin? Did the sun? Did butterflies, or lightening, or the colour gold have any space in this universe before Merlin willed it? Gaius’ thick books say they have an answer, but Arthur thinks they might be lying:

“A gift to you, Arthur, only to you.”

THE END!

I’ve been looking forward to writing this one for a while, so I hope y’all liked it!! I LOVE writing BAMF!Merlin, (and BAMF!Mordred/Morgana as well so) :D

Same as always, you wanna extend it/write it properly/remix it, then that’s fine, but drop me message before hand and credit/tag me!! :)

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fe-husband-heaven · 4 years

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Thanks to popular demand ;) Part two is here!!

Ehuehuehue of course, with the quote I think lands them on the list!

Part 2! Of Heroes I think have a thing for the Summoner:

Henry:

"You won't die, will you, Summoner? If you died, I'd have to invent a horrible new hex for whoever killed you. So just...stay alive, OK?"

Henry is genuinely sweet. So long as you're not on the wrong side;; He gets attached if you're kind to him so he's at your every beck and call rather quickly, even if you say he doesn't have to do your chores, he insists on it.

ZHDBDDH he's extremely protective, not in an overbearing fashion but more that anything that messes with you, messes with him. He's learned to keep his face in an eternal smile but he prefers to see that yours are real :')) Sweet boy

Henry and The Summoner end up just being known as that duo. As in Do Not Separate. (Mostly because leaving Henry alone to his own devices is asking for trouble) but also, Henry just likes having you with him during his shenanigans nyaha

Raven:

"Glad to fight for you. Long as it doesn't get in the way of...well, never mind." "Need me? Just say so."

"But now, none of that matters. I've come to my senses after watching you at work here. Does any of that make sense? If not, forget I said anything. I'll still fight hard for you."

Veterans of this blog...yall know know. This man is the start of it all djxjdj

Homeboy gave up his revenge, choosing instead to fight for you rather than a past that's haunted him.

Raven's a bit of a bodyguard, with his resting angry face, he scares off anyone who might approach you whenever you're with him. And he can be quite impulsive so if he thinks someone's upset you, he's out to pick a fight.

Hnnnnghgh my boy💖💕💖

Ephraim:

"I will fight. To bring peace to this world, and for your sake, too." || "You know, I like you. And I feel I can trust you completely."

"I will protect you. Just believe in me and follow my lead." || "I'll protect you. I don't want to lose anyone else."

"I'm thankful that the two us can spend this winter festival together. It means a lot to me."

Ephraim💙💙💙hnnnnngh, I love him so much!! And he's constantly going and on and on about how he's going to protect the summoner. A loaded statement considering how much he already has to protect ;)

Ephraim is a bit oblivious though, he has no clue he likes you himself. And he won't know until he's made to think about it by someone else. It's just something he's never worried about.

But his behavior makes it clear to others. Ruffling your hair, escorting you nearly everywhere and even having you nearby as he sparred with other heroes. It seems as though him and the summoner are inseparable!

He's just as protective as the Henry and Raven but Ephraim runs off of his instinct to protect you rather than than being pissed off at someone who upset you.

Yarne:

"You always look so busy. Why don't you take a break and pet my fur? I hear that it's pretty relaxing."

"I'm not big on danger, but I don't want to see you go extinct, either. On the battlefield, you stay behind me, OK?"

like Libra, HIS ENTIRE LVL 40 CONVO: "Hey, Summoner...Did you notice? I didn't jump when you spoke to me. I heard you coming. Lately, I catch myself listening for your footsteps, wondering where you're going...If you ended up getting attacked, summoners would go extinct! And I'd be pretty lonely. If you're ever in danger, shout my name, or just make a loud noise. I'll hear it and come running! Thanks to you, I've gotten plenty strong. Now I can protect you! Thanks for giving me the courage to help."

Bro...the footsteps thing is so cuuuute! The fact that he recognizes them...aww! ++Offering up his fur to be pet?? Absolutely superb-

Yarne's fear of going extinct is always something he's struggled with but he's willing to push through it to keep you safe. He's a sweet man who places the summoner's safety at the same level as his own. And that's why I think he absolutely deserves a spot on this list!

Lucius:

"I feared that you'd lose respect for me if you knew the truth—or would even be repulsed. I do such good works that I shouldn't allow myself to care, but when it comes to you...I do. I put myself in your hands. Will you like or loathe me? But know this, you will have my loyalty."

Lucius is so sweet and caring and very supportive of the summoner, my poor boy doesn't even care about whether or not you'd shun him, just that you know he'd support you regardless.

dndnxnx I can definitely see him falling for the summoner but feeling no need to divulge it to them juuuuuust yet. He's very much content with simply being near the summoner so he doesn't think all that much about revealing any feelings.

Of course, he's incredibly attentive so if the summoner falls for him...he'll know. But even then, he'll wait for them to come to him. Patiently. As long as he has to.

Valter:

"I will master you. Someday."

"You are mine now. Entertain me! More!"

"I do take what I want. I'll take whatever I desire. From anyone. Knowing this, you have made use of me. And you have granted me much power... I cannot understand your actions. Do you intend to control me? Or do you long for me to be your master? Either way, you have become my finest prey. I will not permit another to sate their bloodlust on you...Just me."

I said the ones who have a thing for the summoner, not whether or not it was a BAD thing cjcnfnfnxn

Hoo boy. Possessive and obsessive is the name of the game in this wheelhouse;; though it's a little strange when it comes to Valter. He has a very calm demeanor (most of the time) when speaking to the summoner as opposed to his manic state in batttle.

My reason for putting him on this list is the clear "This one belongs to me." attitude cjfjdjd I have a feeling that he has no issue getting to use his lance against any of the summoner's "admirers"

Gaius:

"Here to beg more candy off me? I'm not sharing this one, though— it's my favorite right now. Packed with sweet, sweet honey...Hm? You don't want candy? You got work for me, then? ...No? Wait, you're not just here to spend time with me, are ya? 'Cause that'd make you a big ol' marshmallow. Only softies try to build relationships up for their own sake. And here you are—soft as cotton candy. Heh. I changed my mind. Take the honey candy. No reason—just my way of saying thanks."

Isn't this SO cute?? Gaius, the king of all things sweet and sugary, giving his favorite candy to the summoner because they just want to spend time with him....how cute!!

He's such a softie for them and it's adorable! If anyone's being led by the nose here, it's Gaius. But without the summoner knowing how positively melt able Gaius is💖💖💖

Gaius isn't a mean guy by nature but I think him giving away his new favorite candy is a clear sign of a particular fondness.

Narcian:

"I'll make you regret that you picked a fight with me, Narcian! One day I'll make you kneel. Then I'll pet your head like a little kitty—and keep you at my side forever! Ha ha ha ha!"

Is this one surprising to yall? jddjdj its really just the kitty at my side part that makes me think it heheheh. Narcian thinks of Narcian first and such, he is deserving of the best.

And of all the fleas that drown in his brilliance, he has deemed you the best in suiting him. (ꈍᴗꈍ) Isn't that lovely?

In his lvl. 40 conversation, he mentions that the summoner has said he's full of himself so...this is 100% a dynamic of the summoner being tired of his crap and the guy who thinks this summoner belongs to him fjfjfjfj

Shigure:

"I'm glad you've come to see me. Do you want my company on a mission? Or perhaps to just look for a rainbow. I do enjoy being by myself, but spending time with you is also quite relaxing. Perhaps it's because... You're not the chatty type. I have grown fond of you. I hope you'll remember me even after we one day part ways. Nothing would make me happier than if every time you glance at the sky or hear a song, you think of me. Perhaps it's a bit selfish for a mere Hero to ask for such a thing from a Summoner, but it's simply how I feel. And I thought you should know."

"I don't like singing for an audience. Unless, of course, that audience is you. You are often in my thoughts."

"Would you walk with me sometime? You could tell me more about this beautiful world and about yourself as well."

So I counted, and Shigure has asked the Summoner like 5 times if they'd like to go somewhere or do something with him fjfjfjdn And he's asked them not to forget him, it seems that he wants to remain imprinted in their thoughts.

There's a bit of a calm but melancholy air in this dynamic sometimes. But it switches to a light environment when he speaks about going for rides on his pegasus with the summoner. :') Dhdjfj isn't it a cute idea to go on a flying date??

Shigure is sweet and is even willing to sing for the summoner, so long as they are the only one to be his audience. He's got no qualms about sharing his voice with the summoner and its "Got a thing for the summoner" worthy (ꈍᴗꈍ)

Chrom:

"Aren't you cold? I wouldn't be much of a Hero if I let our summoner collapse. Here, take my cape."

"If you're ever in trouble, just call for me. Wherever you are, I'll come running with the wind at my back."

"You spend time with me. You're by my side, cheering me on. You make me stronger. That...makes me happier than you can guess. I'm truly grateful. I'll do what I can to do the same for you."

Hxhxhx im a sucker for the "Take my coat" trope. He's so supportive and an absolute sweetheart, baring his heart out to the summoner. He speaks a lot about how nothing will ever break his and the summoner's bond too!

He mentions it constantly! In fact, in his lvl.40 Bunny Version Conversation, he paints (a bad) portrait of the summoner on a festival egg and writes a poem on the other side about how much he values the summoner's presence.

He's absolutely intent on displaying how much he cares about his bond with the summoner and it's a very sweet dynamic. He's eager to show how much he cherishes them and that's the easiest way to end up on this list xjxhxhxh

#fire emblem heroes #feh #fe heroes #maybe I'll do a oneshot based on the list???#👀👀👀

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Alchemy Lullaby (1/?)

Of all the changes that came with living in the castle, becoming a father was not one he anticipated. When Eugene encounters a small child suffering like he did, he gives them the opportunity to grow up the way he never did... helping them both heal. (AU where Varian is 4 and gets adopted by Eugene)

I've been thinkin about this for a lil bit, and then I met Saad who encouraged my dadgene desires and well, here we are. Also shoutout to @finnoky for an ADORABLE baby Varian design that I'm imagining in this scenario lol. Be warned there's brief child abuse, only like 2 sentences of it though. And while there will be angst in this fic that's likely gonna be the only outright abuse.

I'll be honest I have an idea for an overarching plot but this may just end up being a bunch of baby Varian dad Eugene oneshots. Whatever I'm feeling. We'll see.

Eugene grumbled, muttering to himself as he walked through the streets of Corona. That’s not to say that he didn’t enjoy it here, quiiiiite the opposite. Life with Rapunzel in the castle was a dream. In the past six months Eugene hasn’t needed nor wanted anything but only Rapunzel’s happiness. If she was happy, so was he. Unfortunately, that was something he had in common with Cassandra. It was the only thing they seemed to have in common, because he refused to relate himself to that ice queen any further.

The reason why he was muttering was because he had misplaced his favorite brush (though he suspected Cassandra stole it to mess with him), and hey, Eugene, since you’re going into town, can you run a few errands for me? Don’t worry it won’t take you long, just a few dozen shops to visit while me and Rapunzel have a nice relaxing day.

Cassandra totally stole it just to get him to do her chores. Total jerk move.

He’d managed to get most of the things on her list, the only thing left was food for the animals. Apples for Max, mostly. The horse was like a chainsaw, ripping through apples like an axe through wood. It was terrifying and intriguing at the same time.

Thankfully, Cassandra supplied him with the funds and a cart in order to buy all of this stuff.

“Two crates of apples, please.” Eugene mumbled, not looking directly at the seller, as he was deep in thought, mostly cursing Cassandra. The woman, short with wild red hair, easily hauled the apples into his cart without a word. He paid her, eyes trained on the cart, when he saw it.

The crate rumbled, apples moving ever so slightly. He was a seasoned thief, he knew what that meant.

In any other situation, Eugene probably wouldn’t have cared. It was likely only a few apples. But he was cranky, and he didn’t want to be here, and also had he really gotten that sloppy? He used to be Flynn Rider, now thieves were stealing from right under his nose! It was a matter of pride, more than anything else.

“Oi!” He called. He couldn’t see the thief, but he heard the telltale squeak of a guilty ruffian, and the pattering of footsteps.

“Watch my stuff?” He asked, and before he could get an answer, he bolted after the thief. His boots thundered against the pavement, following the sound of the footsteps. They were faint, whoever this thief was must be light on their feet and damn good at going unnoticed. He weaved through the crowd, unable to catch a proper glimpse. All Eugene could see was that the figure was small, or maybe they were crouching? And they were damn fast. Eugene nearly tripped over himself on multiple occasions trying to follow them. He was getting rusty. If Cassandra was here she’d laugh her ass off.

They turned into a narrow alleyway, and Eugene followed shortly after.

The walls were tall and imposing, casting a shadow on the otherwise sunny day. This part of the capital was on the poorer side, with rundown houses and boarded windows. He hasn’t been in here in a while, now that he lived in the castle. But he’d used this general area as a hideout in his youth. He knew this road was a deadend.

“Got you,” he muttered, stalking down the road. “And just who do you think you are, stealing from… me?”

His voice trailed off, and he stared at the scene in shock.

Standing before him was a child. An incredibly tiny, incredibly scared child.

The small boy backed up in fear, practically huddled in the corner. His gangly limbs trembled like a leaf in the wind. His wide blue eyes were misting with crocodile tears, a few dripping onto his tattered clothes. He reached up to brush his hair out of his face, revealing a single shock of blue hair amongst the jet black.

Eugene took a step forward, and the boy took a step back. He whimpered. The ex-convict held up his arms in surrender. “It’s ok,” He breathed, slowly kneeling down. The child regarded him with terror and a hint of intrigue. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” He picked up the apple, brushing the dirt off. It’s red sheen caught the kid’s attention. With how small the child was, he must be malnourished. Eugene’s hand opened, and the fruit slowly rolled back over to the boy. He eyed it before snatching it up and holding it close. He looked over at Eugene, an unspoken question glinting in his eyes. Eugene nodded, and the boy dug into the apple like a feral racoon. Juice spilled onto the dusty ground as he ate.

“Woah!” Eugene chuckled. “Slow down before you choke!” The little boy giggled.

That seemed to do the trick, as the fear slowly trickled from his eyes, being replaced with a childish joy. Eugene offered him a small smile, and he got a buck-toothed grin back.

“What’s your name, kid?”

The small child wiped his mouth with a tattered sleeve. “I’m Varian,” He said.

“Nice to meet you, Varian. How old are you?”

“I’m four and a half!”

Eugene raised an eyebrow, his smile dropping down to a concerned frown. Four and a half!? That was way too young to be by himself in the streets. He and Lance didn’t leave the orphanage until they were 12! Even that was too young! And before they left, they were definitely fed more than this. The boy was a stick! Why was he out here, left to the streets to survive or die? What pushed this child to steal to survive?

He cleared his throat. If he hadn’t, he probably would have started to cry. “It’s nice to meet you, Varian. Where... where’s your parents?”

Varian shrugged, digging his bare feet into the dirt. He was completely oblivious to Eugene’s mounting concern. “Dunno. Momma told me to wait here.”

Oh thank god, he just got separated from his mom. “When was that?” If it wasn’t too long ago, maybe his mom was among the crowd?

Varian hummed, deep in thought. “Uhh... the big lantern party.”

Never mind.

Eugene blinked, trying to comprehend. “The… the lantern festival. The one that was 6 months ago. That one?” Varian nodded. Eugene fell silent, completely shell-shocked by that revelation. Taking the silence as an invitation, Varian toddled over to Eugene.

“Sorry for taking an apple, I was just really hungry…” His r’s were slightly slurred, sounding more like a w. It was painfully cute. What kind of monster would ever abandon such a cute child? Big blue eyes gazed up at Eugene. “Are you mad?” he asked.

“Mad? Why would I be mad?”

Varian frowned, fear refilling his eyes. “Momma didn’t like it when I took the apples... I was just so hungry, and she had a buncha em in a big box, but she yelled at me.” His lips wobbled, lost in the memory.

Eugene grabbed his shoulders gently. “Hey hey,” he coaxed. “You shouldn’t take without asking, but if you’re hungry, all you gotta do is ask, ok?” He bit his lip. A small part of him really wanted to believe that he’d just gotten separated from his mom, that whoever he was, he was looking for Varian, but realistically… This poor kid was in the same boat as him. Thrown out into the world and told to get used to being alone.

What should he do? He can’t exactly take Varian back to the castle, can he?

...Can he?

No, he was still new to living in the castle. Maybe if he and Rapunzel were engaged, he could have gotten away with it. But Rapunzel wasn’t ready for marriage, so there was no doubt she wasn’t ready for this, either. Even if every atom in his body screamed to not let another child fall through the cracks like he did.

He sighed. “Varian,” the little boy looked up at him. “I….” how was he supposed to tell Varian? “Can I take you somewhere safe?”

Varian cocked his head, confused.

“You… you can’t stay here on the street, you need to be cared for, fed properly.” He added the last part to entice the kid. It did the trick, as Varian nodded.

“Will you be there?” He asked.

“N… no, but I can visit?” That soothed the screaming in his mind. He held out a hand for Varian to take.

Varian pondered his offer. “Do you promise?”

“Sure kid, I promise.”

A tiny hand slipped into his. Eugene couldn’t help but marvel at the size difference.

The two entered back into the crowded streets of Corona, and it was like a switch had flipped. Instead of only speaking a few words when asked, Varian babbled happily about anything and everything he could, from why he thought the sky was blue to a raccoon he saw the other day. He was a little chatterbox, even with his cheeks stuffed with the rest of the apple. Eugene wiped up the spare juice that fell from his lips, earning him a giggle. Even the people around them cooed at how adorable he was. How adorable they were together, as a family. It pained Eugene how nice that sounded.

At some point Eugene had lifted Varian onto his shoulders, letting him see everything Corona had to offer. The excited kicks to the face were worth it.

“I was listenin’ in on one of the schools, through the window,” Varian babbled. “Did you know the clouds are made of water? They’re made of puddles! After it rains, the puddles disappear back into the sky and then come back down again!”

“Oh really?”

“Yea! The mol...molecools…” The word was stuck on his tongue. The fact that he even knew the word was impressive, what else did the kid pick up? Orphanages don’t have the best education, he knew that first hand, all that intelligence would die there…

No, stop it Eugene. You cannot take him to the castle. Even if he is adorable, and smart, and just like him…

Suddenly, he felt violent smacks to the top of his head. Varian was bouncing up and down, practically screaming in excitement.

“Momma!” He yelled, squirming off of Eugene’s shoulders before he had the ability to process what just happened.

Eugene chased after him, bumping through the shoulders of passersby, until he finally spotted Varian tugging at the pant legs of the apple seller. Varian mentioned his mom had a lot of apples… oh no.

He raced up to the stand. His cart had, thankfully, been left untouched.

“Momma, Momma, Momma, I missed you!” Varian sang. “I waited for a while, but you never came back, and I had to take food, but I know you don’t like that, I just was suuupeer hungry…” He continued his excited babbling, completely unaware of the mounting dread Eugene felt.

The woman looked down on Varian, eyes narrowing. She seemed agitated, almost furious and even… disgusted. Eugene’s heart fractured and fell deep into the pits of his stomach.

Oh no. Please, no.

Those fractures lit on fire when she saw the woman kick Varian away. The small child slid into the street with a cry, and the woman turned back up to staring into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

As if she hadn’t just kicked her son.

Eugene moved to intervene, when little Varian, undeterred, waddled back up to his mother’s side. “I’m sorry, momma,” he mumbled. For what, Eugene had no idea. The man paid the child no mind. He didn’t even blink.

“Momma?” Varian tried again. “Momma, I’m sorry I made daddy go bye bye. Can we go home?”

Eugene’s fire was extinguished almost instantly, frost curling inside of him, up his throat. He was speechless.

So was Varian’s mother. She continued to ignore her son. Varian’s lip wobbled, and a single tear fell onto the dusty path. That was followed by more, and soon Varian was letting out hiccupping sobs.

That snapped Eugene into action. He walked up to the stand, acting completely nonchalant. He didn’t thank the woman for watching his cart, he’d never forgive a mother who abandoned her son. Wordlessly, he pushed the cart forward, scooping Varian up as he moved. Varian made no effort to fight back or protest, he simply curled into the man’s arms and cried.

“I’m so sorry,” Eugene whispered, leaning down and placing a kiss into inky black hair. Varian gripped onto Eugene ever so tighter.

To hell with what Rapunzel or Cassandra, or anyone else said. He would not let the same fate that befell him repeat.

Varian had a home, starting today.

#tangled #tangled the series #tts #tts varian #varian #tangled eugene #eugene fitzherbert #team awesome #tts eugene

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felsdumpsterfire · 4 years

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Do you have any headcanons for knight cookie? Or any of the characters?

OOOOOOOOOHHHH, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, ANON???? I HAVE SO MANY

I hope you don’t mind me rambling about some relationship headcanons that I have too, haha

(Also if you want to request more character for later, please feel free! I’m gonna stick with Knight for now because I just have so many, jaldkjf-)

Knight Cookie Headcanons

I got this headcanon from somewhere else, but you can pry it from my cold, dead hands: Knight Cookie is trans

He and Princess Cookie have known each since before he knew his gender and, later on, his transition

He was best friends with Fire Spirit Cookie until all the shit with Pitaya went down; now his super salty at Fire Spirit, but still wants to pursue and maybe rekindle the relationship they once had

He’s super into Rockstar Cookie’s music. No one would think it, but he’s a mega nerd for this guy- he’s one of his biggest fans!

He prefers to keep his helmet on, even when he doesn’t have to because people either mix him up for a very handsome lady or a little boy and he hates it

If he’s ever feeling dysphoric about himself, he’ll call his closest friends, so either Princess or Pistachio or White Choco, and they’ll get together and have a nice little cuddle session

He likes to go out adventuring by himself every once in a while and explore places he’s never seen- he gets ecstatic if he finds anything cool he can bring home as a souvenir to his friends

When he was younger he used to have long hair because his crush Dark Choco Cookie (this was before the curse) really liked his hair

He used to stay up hours with Dark Choco as he combed out his hair

But he cut it soon after Dark Choco got taken over by the curse

He has a huge scar on his stomach from where Dark Choco stabbed him. He swears that it still throbs

Has a lot of guilt over that- he feels he should have done more, even though he couldn’t have known what was going to happen at all

He has a deep hatred of dragons due to his village being burned down by one

He knows there’s more dragons out there; he just hopes they’re smart enough to stay away

Him and Fire met by chance when he still considered himself a girl and the two hit it off real quick

Fire Spirit was the one who taught him how to use a sword and his main weapon, the lance, he just built off of that and made the styles his own

He has a really unique way of wielding his lance that makes him a highly sought after knight

Princess has to shoo off other royals because they try to convince her to give him to them- but like hell she’ll do that!

He and Adventure Cookie have a really strong bond

The two share stories and will stay up all night just chattering

Knight only opens up to certain people, otherwise he’s very stoic and calm- he might even come off as stern to the new recruits

Loves Pistachio Cookie as a little sister and always has her back

He’s tired 25/8 and just needs a good nap

But, between the castle always being under some sort of brink of destruction danger, him going out on expeditions to look for Dark Choco cookie and Fire Spirit, his unbridled guilt giving him insomnia, and Raspberry basically harassing him at all hours of the day to fight him- this boy gets little to no sleep

He relaxes by reading books

He’s basically taken in Angel Cookie and treats the little pal as his own kid, so he’ll end up reading to them as they snuggle up next to him and drift to sleep

Roll Cake Cookie likes to hang around Knight because Knight knows how it feels to not fit in, so they’re like kindred spirits that come together

Also he feeds him, so what more could he possibly need?

Knight is just really good with kids and is usually designated as the baby sitter if anyone needs someone to watch their kids

He almost screamed when he met Unicorn Cookie- HE. LOVES. HORSES.

Highkey headcanon that he grew up on a farm and was recruited as a knight because of how skilled he was with weaponry

He’s a shorty- 5′3″ and gets teased about it all the time

He’s one of the most skilled fighters in all of the kingdom- he can and will kick your ass

He’s a fucking horse whisperer, bro

He can’t stand goats tho. They have freaky eyes and he doesn’t trust them

He’s punched Dino Cookie in the face because he was being a little shit, and no, he doesn’t like him either because he doesn’t know half of what he’s talking about with that entire “but dragons are so cool crap” and what do you mean he sounds like an old man???? What the fuck is a Boomer, Princess-

Fucking broke his nose and was ready to curb stomp a bitch before a (very impressed) Purple Yam Cookie stepped in

He’s a really good brawler too, like, RIP you if you ever have to fight him with or without a weapon, he’ll kill you

He has... the driest humor... He’s also shit at picking up any jokes

Like, everyone else could be wheezing and he’ll be sitting there with a straight face not knowing why the fuck everyone is laughing and then you just hit him with a dad joke and he’s gone

Gets along amazingly with Ice Captain Cookie

He’s pretty good at cooking

Knight needs to really cry, but he’s emotionally constipated, my pooR DUDE

Princess likes to paint his nails and he lets her

His favorite armor is the Rose one because Princess had that specially designed for him, so it has a lot of good memories in it

He also loves the color pink

He’s really oblivious to when people have crushes on him. He has more things to worry about then if people like like him or not

When he gets his hands on Dark Enchantress Cookie, she’s dead, my guy, D-E-A-D

DEAD

Ok, I’m ending them there because??? This is already 1000 words with just headcanons, jdsjkfls, I still have so many moooooore, well, I’m gonna go to sleep now, night! Hope you enjoy them!

#cookie run #headcanons #knigh cookie #answered!#thank you dear!#not a reblog

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 25 start

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loveforchatnoir · 5 years

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Lancey Lance Love

In honor of my favorite boy’s birthday, here are some of my favorite fics.

P.S. You can ignore this if you want

P.P.S. These are all klance fics #shouldhavebeenendgame #iamstillnotoverit #fixitficsamiright??????RIGHT??????

P.P.P.S. + are for EXTRA favorite * are for the ones that are not finished

+ One Billion Stars in this Universe (And None are Mine) by Spiralled_Fury RATING: Mature

Summary:

Loverboy Lance; Not the fastest, or the best fighter, or the smartest, or the strongest, or the princess, the seventh wheel...

And all alone.

With only his Lion, his gun, a sword and determination, Lance finds himself blasted across the universe, in the middle of nowhere, without communication, proper food, and half an idea in Hell what to do.

Except he knows he needs to get back to the others.

Because the team might live without him, but at the very least, they need Red.

Voltron can't form without Red.

-------- HOOOooooOoOOooLY SHIT. This entire series is AMAZING. Honestly hands down one of my favorite fics EVER. Lance is the total badass that he is but also so caring and honestly I die. Plus there is a ton of #langst and I’m a sucker for it. I cannot stress this enough, go read it all, it’s worth it.

Loving Every Shape of you by KyokoUchiha RATING: Explicit

** A moment of silence passes by before Keith opens his mouth to address him, “Are you afraid?” Canines glint between his lips as Lance watches his mouth form words. His brows crease together as he realizes the meaning behind that question. No, he’s definitely not afraid of Keith. Instead of voicing an answer, he wraps his arms around the sturdy neck to pull his head down and meet his lips in a kiss that will hopefully convey his feelings. **

–– Keith returns from a month of missions with the BOM, Lance is happy to be reunited with his boyfriend again, eager for some alone time. But Keith comes back more Galra than human.

----- Okay listen, I am a proud sinner and bottom Lance is my Achilles heel + fucking Alpha like Keith? Am I a fury? Possibly??? Just read it, you won’t regret it.

+ Watercast* by FishWrites RATING: Mature

Summary:

Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!

------ We all know about this fic, we all know it’s amazing, and we all know it deserves to be read and recognized. Mermaid Lance? Sign me the fuck up.

Right Here Next to You (Stay With Me Please) by Le_Tournesol RATING: Teen and UP Audiences

Summary:

Five times Lance comes across Keith having a nightmare, and one time Keith comes to him willingly.

------- It’s art, it’s beauty, it’s fluff and angst all at the same time, I live.

+ Can't Fight This Feeling by idratherhaveyou and kissmesexybatman RATING: Teen and UP Audiences

Summary:

Welcome to Pizza Planet, open til four A.M. Home to shitty food, an exclusively 80s jukebox, and minimum wage employees getting through life on tips and one another.

When Keith gets a job as the new delivery boy, he wonders if it might become more than just a means to an end. Meanwhile, Lance just wants to know what the hell the new guy's damage is.

------ No words for this beauty.

+ It's OK* by DeetsViBre RATING: Explicit

Summary:

Rewriting yourself cost something, a deep pain with every edit. Lance had been trying to change for a long time.

When Keith walks in on Hunk and Lance talking late into the night, things begin to change. A bond is formed between Keith and Lance, and becomes something they hadn't expected. Can they navigate their new relationship, and keep it all a secret from their team?

Aka Lance is not Ok, has a huge crush on Keith, and suddenly gets a chance to do something about it. Oh, but wait, first he has to try and stay alive in the cold vacuum of space.

------ This fic is honestly BEAUTIFUL, and INTENSE, and everything that I am here fore. I feel the emotions that are given off of this fic. Read it. Love it. Come talk to me about it when you do.

Blood Kiss by plumeriafairy14 RATING: Mature

Summary:

Lance doesn't like the idea of his boyfriend bent over someone else's neck and he convinces his vampire Galra boyfriend that he's more than happy to help him through.

But Keith's feeding method is, well... let's just say that it's a special one only reserved for Lance.

------- Okay listen, I love werewolf Keith as much as the next person, but VAMPIRE KIETH I love it as well, I’ll take both. So this is galra keith, but with vampire tendencies. What is there more to say. Sign me up.

+ Life After Death* by taylortot RATING: Teen and UP Audiences

Summary:

Fear clambers into his mouth and tastes bitter on his tongue. “Who are you?” It takes him a moment to register the sound of his own voice.

She stares at him. Blinks. “Lance, please, this isn’t time for one of your jokes--”

He furrows his eyebrows and struggles to sit up, to stop leaning into the cradle of her arms. “I’m not--I’m not...joking.”

After sacrificing himself to save Allura, Lance wakes up in a strange new world where the only thing he knows is a deep connection to a boy he doesn't remember.

------- PEEK LANGST. I LOVE IT. I LIVE FOR THIS. I’M PREETY SURE WE ALL DO. I HAVE CRIED WITH THIS FIC. UGHHH I LOVE IT.

you build your tower (but call me home)* by parchmints RATING: Teen and UP Audiences

Summary:

In the land of Arus, the youngest Nalquodian prince—Prince Leandro—is hidden away in a little castle that overlooks the kingdom; a countermeasure to protect him from the Galran assassins that have sworn to take his life.

And in the tallest tower of the castle, behind a grimy rose window and under a dusty sheet, is an enchanting gargoyle that the prince finds himself compelled to visit every day.

Almost as if by a spell...

------ Something about Keith being a gargoyle and Lance being a prince has me feeling some type of way....... I can’t deal.

And Your Skin Blooms Purple and Blue* by Zizzani RATING: Teen and UP Audiences

Summary:

When Keith leaves the team to join the Blade of Marmora, he quickly resigns himself to the limitations of being the only soldier with human blood. That is, until he discovers he's not.

i.e. an AU where Lance was raised by the Blades and ends up meeting Keith along the way.

-------- Lance is a badass BoM, what is there more to say really.

Voltron Cafe by PinkHitman RATING: Not Rated

Summary:

Lance is the number one butler at a maid cafe, and his number one customer? Just his old High School rival Keith.

------- I think I want to work at a maid cafe for at least a year in my life so I think this is why I love this fic so much. Plus there is domestic Klance.

+ How To Train Your Galra Series by magisterpavus RATING: Explicit

Summary:

"Shiro, I fucked up," Keith blurted, wringing his hands.

Shiro paused mid-punch, shooting him a quizzical look. "What? What happened?"

"I think," Keith whispered, "I think I accidentally roofied Lance. With my dick."

------- I’m a sinner and sucker for bottom Lance, so this series is it for me man. That’s all I’m gonna say.

+ Drive It Like You Mean It by Zizzani RATING: Explicit

Summary:

The Castle of Lions is the venue for the city's most dangerous illegal street races where drivers come to test the cut of their tires. Lance has long defended his title as champion, but when a newcomer shows up and threatens his position things take an interesting turn.

----- Fucking race cars AU? ? ? ? My goddamn weakness.

A healthy dose of Denial never hurt anyone by crystalklances RATING: Teen and UP Audiences

Summary:

There was a cough behind them. Keith and Lance both turned around to see that the other players were looking at them in amusement.

One of the guys said, “Look, we’re happy for you, but you two are giving us diabetes.”

“Yeah, not everyone here is into PDA. Get a room.”

“What? What’re you talking about?” Keith asked, furrowing his brows.

“We know you’re dating but you don’t have to be glued to each other all the time.”

“We aren’t dating!” Keith and Lance both said at the same time.

---- Or: 5 times Keith and Lance deny they are boyfriends, and the time they finally don't

------- Oblivious Keith and Lance? Gold. Pure gold.

Color Adjacent Series by OneManBand RATING: Explicit

Summary:

Keith knows Lance's secret but at least he didn't tell the rest of the team.

----- I know what you are going to say, bottom Keith? When I’ve been preaching about bottom Lance? Well let me tell you, I’m not opposed to both, I just have a preference, but right now? Demon! Lance? AND top Lance? Sign me up as a sinner.

+ The Future's Full of Clones by jilliancares RATING: Explicit

Summary:

Keith accidentally winds up in his future self’s body, who he then has to pretend to actually be because apparently the future is full of clones who will say or do anything to trick Team Voltron. In the future, anyone acting out of the ordinary is a suspect, and Keith can't afford to get his future-self killed by being incompetent. This is only made harder by the fact that he has to pretend to know what it’s like to be a boyfriend, because in the future, he and Lance are dating.

----- I LIVE FOR THIS FIC. I’VE READ IT TOO MANY TIMES PROBABLY. YOU SHOULD TOO.

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That is sadly all for now, but I’ll put more up in the future for the one person who will see this (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY LANCEY LANCE

#lance #lance mcclain #BEST BOY #voltron #voltron legendary defender #klance #laith #fics #fix it fic #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OH MY GOD #PLEASE LOVE MY BLUE BOY #blue boy #happy birthday lance #happy birthday #julance #julance2019 #LANCE MY BOY #keith #keith kogane

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kamamo1 · 5 years

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Ok so my Barry Allen relationship post blew up again, and thanks I guess, so I'm compelled to talk about this more. So here's more analysis on Barry's love interests from the comics that most people tend to forget.

Barry swings from kinda of being a dork/flustered/oblivious about flirting/relationships to being cool as a cucumber, calm, emotionally mature and knows what he wants... So his love interests are all over the place

Zatanna - often flirted with him, they kissed and had wild adventures during one of her shows, Barry was the first one she showed her new outfit too when she was trying to redefine herself, which lead them to make out in the Watchtower, Barry calls her Tanna, and Barry said once that when he looked at her he forgot the face of every girl he met before. They might have been lovers but they both hesitant on starting a full relationship, probably because the writer conveniently remembered Barry was seeing someone else in his personal comic. They need to interact again even if its strictly platonic because it was a fun dynamic

Daphne Dean - was a childhood sweetheart of Barry's and they used to play games as kids with Barry dressed up as the Flash. They were the talk of the town apparently and while they kept in touch, Daphne went on to be a famous actress and Barry headed off to Central City.

They have an on and off relationship, Daphne's PR tries to capitalize on the childhood romance for Daphne's image and she usually goes along with to a certain extent but only till it hits her that 'yeah I'm actually still in love with him' and puts her foot down, Barry usually remains oblivious to all this. Barry helps her out with kidnappers, and old stalker from their childhood, and she helped him out with an issue with Golden Glider. Their flirting ranged from remenicing 'the good old days' to later acknowledging that 'yes I am flirting with you and you are flirting with me' no hesitation

Dinah Lance - Mostly out of the JLA Year One run from Post Crisis. Pre-Crisis they were mostly just teammates, Barry knew her from Black Canary Golden Age comics, and called her pretty bird or bird lady-but then most of her teammates did.

They flirted back and forth in JLA Year One, but Dinah was hesitant to start anything because she didn't want to be like her mother and have an affair with another hero. They kissed before realizing Dinah loves being Black Canary too much and Barry loves being both Flash and Barry, but the romance was still there even though they kept it platonic. I just wish they would interact again because they had a fun friendship.

Meena Dhawan - I wish another writer would pick this character up because I have not liked anything out of the new Flash run, which is a shame bec I want to care about this character. Meena was one of the new speedsters out of the Joshua Williamson's first Flash arc where he tried to do what Manapul did but worse.

She is a scientist who is helps out the people who got caught in the SpeedForce storm and of course Barry gets all heart eyes about it. They offhandedly flirt and then kiss in a spam of two issues where Barry then reveals his identity which is kinda a big deal because his secret identity has always been super important to him in the past, and then Meena is seemingly killed by Godspeed, who callously says that Barry shouldn't even care because they barely knew each other. Meena comes back in a weird way, everyone's weary at first and then it revealed she is working for the bad guys and the last time I checked she is in prison so yeah...

Jessica Cruz - I didn't expect writer to try to go in a romantic direction with these two because they started out with a pretty solid friendship. Jessica is thrown into the superhero world due to the Power Ring and Barry helps her out in fights/control/ talks her down and gets ice cream. So it was like a mentor/student dynamic except not really because they're equal standing characters, kinda going back to when Barry had the same dynamic with Firestorm and Elongated Man.

Jessica saves Barry's life at the cost of her own, but dont worry she's fine! They dance around and then go on a date, and it's kinda cute before plot happens. An alternative reality reveals that they had three kids together, an older daughter named Nora, and twins Jason and Jenny. Nora takes after her father in regards to powers and the twin take after Jessica's powers as well, but their emotions connected to their powers overwhelms them sometimes. The kids are adorable and Barry/Jessica with the kids are even more adorable

Patty Spivot - originally just a friend and coworker, showed up around the late 70s, the time Barry has been married to Iris for awhile. They were just work buddies, and Barry mentioned once about her and a man named Daniel so it's not like she had a secret crush on him. They take turns buying donuts, complain about work, etc. <--And look a completely platonic relationship between a slightly older man and a younger woman with no weird undertones! Then Geoff Johns happens and he implies that Patty and Barry knew eachother when Barry started out at the lab, and that they danced around eachother before Barry and Iris started dating.

Then in New 52, Barry and Patty are dating, and it had it's cute moments but it felt like writers were spinning their wheels because they had to tease out the Barry/Iris relationship, and honestly if your heart isn't in it, you should have just kept it platonic.

Fiona Webb - <---Barry's fiancee and would have his second/third wife. Her real name was Beverly Lewis, and had to be put in witness protection after she learned too much about her former employer. Barry meets her a year after Iris' death when he is moving on with his life, and moving into Utopia Towers as her next door neighbor.

Their first meeting goes like this: Barry thinks about the lonely nights ahead of him and stops midthought when he sees her with a 'yiyiyi'. He says it looks like she walked out of a dream, flusteredly tried to introduce himself but she kinda brushed him off. Fiona acts cold to Barry at first but she eventually warms up to him after he helps her out with the issue of her former employer. They became friends and have a little friend group with their other neighbor Mack Nathan and his son. They dance around eachother a lot, but eventually go on a lot of romantic dates. Barry calls her 'Green Eyes' and she doesn't take any of his bs.

Their relationship is on and off due to Barry's relationship with Z and Daphne and Fiona relationship with the Senator she works for. The Senator is conveniently the new villain that's been targeting the criminals of Central City, so he kidnaps her and Barry has to rescues her. They're together again after that whole fiasco, but have to deal with drama of criminals coming after them because Fiona is still in witness protection and Barry makes enemies as part of CCPD. There was no big proposal scene, Barry casually asks her how she feels about June Weddings and she says why wait and they plan the wedding pretty quick. I think it was stated it was three years after they met?

So they have a quick wedding, Firestorm mentions he's upset that the Justice League wasn't invited but to be fair its all pretty sudden. Barry's friends from work come, Ralph also attends, Mack Nathan etc, Wally tries to sneak in late. Barry is determined not to be late like always so he heads out to the church, almost forgets the ring but has a good laugh about it until surprise!!! Eobard Thawne comes back from being missing for years.

Thawne has Barry chase him all over the world putting people in danger so Barry cant catch up to him, while he does his evil monologue. Fiona is getting extremely frustrated and embarrassed, thinks she's being stood up. Thawne reveals he planning on killing Fiona and Barry freaks out. Just as Fiona walks out the door crying Thawne races to put his hand through her head and Barry stops him by grabbing at his neck. Barry instantly goes over comfort Fiona, not realizing what happened.

Due to the audience of the whole scene he can't reveal he's actually Barry and Fiona is still super upset. Thawne is revealed to be dead, the Flash is put on Trial for murder, Barry Allen is missing/presumed dead, and Fiona has a breakdown due to all this trauma conga line. Barry just wants to take her away with him but with the upcoming Trial he realizes he can never have a normal life again after this.

The trial eventually takes a turn for the worse, Barry's lawyer Cecile tells him to reveal his identity so that the court knows that he was only trying to save his fiancee from the fate of his first wife, but Barry refuses, stating that if he goes to prison then at least Fiona won't be in more danger because of him. Its obvious through this arc that Barry and Fiona still love eachother but both are in a real bad place right now.

And I have to say this was some interesting drama that DC never resolved or followed through with, and just outright ignored, which is a shame because Barry and Fiona was another interesting relationship that fell to the wayside due to poor writing or just a general lack of interest in the Flash's supporting cast

#dc comics #dc #the flash #barry allen #flash #zatanna #daphne dean #fiona webb #dinah lance #jessica cruz #patty spivot #meena dwahne #bring back fiona you cowards #bring back barry's past relationships even if they're just platonic and stop filling the flash with you personal ocs #just use past supporting characters dear lord

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anchoredtether · 6 years

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VOLTRON FORESHADOWING META [MONSTERS & MANA AND THE FEUD]

So I made a post exploring things the D&D episode from s6 could have predicted for s7 - now that we know what happens in s7 and I’m looking back at my meta it’s slightly terrifying how many things were alluded (particularly in regards to Shiro).

I also examine things from the Feud episode, and how it pertains to s8. I think Lance is going to get a character arc in s8, as well as Pidge. Delve under the cut to see the craziness.

PARALLELS FROM MONSTERS & MANA IN S7:

Meklavar was searching for her “family heirloom” - Pidge’s family arguably had the most importance in s7 (SAM HOLT IS MY MAN ahem)

Meklavar was turned huge to defeat Dakin the first time - Pidge unlocked Voltron’s green bayard weapon which was a giant canon.

Meklavar nearly died if it weren’t for Valayun’s healing arrow - Pidge almost got tortured.

Block’s village was turned to stone - Hunk’s family was the only one in danger when they arrived on Earth, being held captive as slaves for the Galra.

Block saved the team from falling into a pit of spikes - Hunk saved the team in the Journey Within (and arguably in A Little Adventure since he was the bait).

Block initiated the “secret” in the game - Hunk fully connected with his Lion and did the eye glow with Yellow.

Pike sets off the trap - Lance was kind of the one at fault for the skunk shrinking the team in A Little Adventure, and nearly made the team lose in the Feud.

Likewise, Pike said “What can I say? I’m good at puzzles and junk” - The Feud proved he clearly isn’t.

Pike had an invisibility cloak - Lance couldn’t connect with his Lion while everyone else could.

Alfor was on the coin Meklavar used to pay for the meal - Alfor was mentioned by Keith (in a harsh way) in The Journey Within.

Shiro wears armor exactly like Alfor’s - although it could be argued Atlas was formed because of the Castle crystal combined with the crystal in Allura’s crown that now powers Shiro’s arm, I think Shiro may have contributed to building Atlas, which parallels Alfor, the one who created Voltron.

Shiro wears a crown - Shiro’s arm is now powered by the stone from Allura’s crown.

Shiro’s master and village all died - Adam died. And although we don’t know anything about Shiro’s family, they weren’t shown at all so if he had one they could have died as well.

Shiro’s master’s dying words were “defeating the Leviathan will teach you all there is to know” - At the end of defeating the Sincline-looking machine, it was revealed to be powered by an Altean.

The last one especially made me start thinking about how The Feud episode could foreshadow things to come in season 8.

PICTATION:

In the Pictation round, Keith draws an Arusian, the Blade of Marmora, the Red Lion, and Haggar.

When the team fails to guess “Haggar,” Bob asks “Zarkon” if he wants to play or pass. Lotor and Haggar say something really interesting.

Lotor: Play! I’ve spent centuries perfecting my exquisite, lifelike renderings. Not that you cared. Haggar: I treasure your art.

Umm... what???

Reminds me of Haggar’s line in s6:

Honerva: You’ve continued the work I started all that time ago and have indeed seen it to heights I could have only imagined.

The Altean colony will be addressed in s8, and I have a feeling there’s going to be a head-to-head with Lotor and Haggar.

Also interesting that after the hint of the Red Lion in the Pictation game, Zarkon chooses LANCE to play the solo round. That kind of foreshadowing is making my Red Lion meta sound more and more possible. Zarkon also says that “the best offense is a good defense” - having the “dumb one” piloting the Lion you’ve tampered with certainly follows that strategy.

FACES FROM THE PAST:

Antok: Bob describes Antok as “Kolivan’s right-hand man who fought valiantly for the good of the universe.” Why would he use that DISTINCT wording of “right-hand man” in the same episode that has foreshadowing about the Red Lion and Lance unless it was supposed to mean something??? I don’t know if I’m reading into things too much or if I stumbled upon something here...

Swirn: OK THIS IS PLANCE SHIPPPER GOGGLES TIME but Lance was excited that it was Plaxa at first but then it landed on Swirn - the “serious” one. When Bob tells him her name Lance says “never would have come up with that one” and all I’m seeing is Allura and Pidge. Pidge is the “serious” one that Lance would never have guessed he’d end up with.

ANYWAY MOVING ON

Rolo: Also “Pidge loved that robot”??? Ok I’m stopping now I’ll contain myself. He remembers that Rolo “faked that distress signal” - interesting that we had that this season with the Blades and Macidus, and I’m thinking if something is up with the Red Lion something similar to The Ruins will happen in s8. Lance remembers the distress signal and Bob reminds him that Rolo “also stole the Blue Lion” and Lance says “that too” dismissively as if that was less important than the distress signal. You’d think Lance would FIRST remember that Rolo stole his precious Blue Lion?? Not that he faked some distress signal?? I seriously forgot about the distress signal, so I think they used this wording/focus for a reason.

This is where things get interesting.

Lance is told if he doesn’t get this last face right he’ll be fed to the Snick, which is part of the title of the show.

You know what else is technically in the title of the show Voltron?

The Red Lion.

And we know it doesn’t go well for Lance as he ends up in the vat of acid. Bob first goes to Allura and she emphasizes that the universe needs Voltron. Voltron wouldn’t happen if the Red Lion was compromised. Similar to when they didn’t have a Black paladin (*cough*parallels*cough*).

Bob then asks who should save Lance, and it’s Pidge.

Pidge ends up tackling Bob (also fun to note that the light with the alarm right afterward is RED). We find out at the end that Bob is arguably some kind of “god.” You know who else is referred to as a “god” in this show?

Am I suggesting that Pidge might take on Lotor? Yes I am.

It would also be a very interesting parallel if Lance was in danger like the foreshadowing suggests, and she is the one to save him, mirroring Lance’s moment of “Don’t you touch her!” (*coughs*PLANCE*runs*)

Lance’s progression of referring to himself as the dumb one is also something of notice since it was such a focus this episode:

“Who’s he talking about?” Oblivious.

“Wait, I’m the dumb one??” Disappointed realization.

“I’m not too happy being referred to as the dumb one, like, 18 times.” Frustration.

“You know I’m the dumb one!!” Self-deprecation.

“I’m not that dumb!” Acceptance.

I’m wondering if he’s going to have some kind of realization in s8, and I think it’s going to involve both Red and his Altean broadsword bayard form.

Coran: “[Bob] judges the worthiness of great warriors.” Lance: “Well I bet he never met anyone worthier than us.” Coran: “The legends say if you meet Bob and live to tell the tale, you’re destined for great things indeed.”

And Allura’s words when Lance got the Altean broadsword?

“You have greatness within.”

And in The Voltron Show what did Coran have the Red Lion say to Lance?

“You’re great, Loverboy Lance!”

It’s interesting to note that in s7 Hunk got his arc and achieved the eye glow with his Lion, and it was addressed that Hunk is considered the coward but it was also resolved when Keith had the heart-to-heart with him and told him how much he admired him for being the most courageous.

Lance was harped time and time again this season as being the dumb one but never got any kind of resolution. Keith did say “[Bob] was kind of a jerk” but that hardly counts, especially when Keith also picked to have Lance leave because he didn’t want to spend an eternity with him.

I’m thinking that all of this is setting the stage for Lance to complete his arc and be fully acknowledged by the team in s8, by the means of doing something great. And I still think it has something to do with my Red Lion meta but we will have to wait and see.

#voltron #voltron meta #voltron theory #voltron s8 prediction #vld #vld theory #vld meta #lance #lance meta #foreshadowing #my meta

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farbeyondtheuniversethings-blog · 6 years

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High School Klance AU Part I

So this is an idea that has been floating in my head for ages and I needed to share so bad! Basically this is part 1 of 4 (maybe 8 if I decide to follow them through college, too). It’s gonna be a kinda slowburn thing; at least, they don’t get together right away. ANYHOO I may write some of the scenes in more depth someday but maybe not, who knows? If you feel inspired and want to draw and/or write a scene PLEASE DO OMG I”D BE HONORED. Without further ado:

Freshman Year

- Keith and Lance are both the new kids freshman year

- Keith was kicked out of the public school system because he got into a bad fight (it wasn’t his fault)

- Lance’s family moved from California and they preferred to send him to the private Catholic high school because it’ll give him a better chance at good college’s

- They’re the first bus stop on the route and they’re the only ones there

- They have to get to the bus stop early because it’s a long ride to school so they’re standing there in the wee hours of the day; neither of their families are there to see them off

- They start talking

- Keith is bad at small talk but Lance is super nervous so their conversation, while stinted, ends up actually being pretty decent

- On the bus they swap schedules and phone numbers and actually find that they have a lot of interests

- Lance tells Keith how nervous he is about starting over, something he hadn’t admitted even to his parents who rely on him as the oldest sibling; Keith tells Lance about the fight he got into, which is something he generally doesn’t talk about with anyone

- They both just know they can trust each other and also they’re awkward freshman with no friends so why not, right?

- At school they only have one class with each other—math

- Lance is not bad at making friends but everyone there is pretty much already friends with everyone else so he doesn’t really make another meaningful connection with anyone else

- Keith doesn’t really care about making friends during classes because he’s just trying really hard not to get kicked out of this school

- On the bus ride back they do the math homework together

- Their days are like this for the first week

- But then Lance meets Hunk who is in his science class and also his lunch period and they become pretty good friends

- Hunk is a bit of a floater at the school who gets along with everyone but doesn’t have any solid friends (though that changed because he and Lance become best friends before the year is over)

- Keith tries out for the football team; technically he was supposed to try out over the summer but the coach lets him and a few other freshmen who didn’t know about those tryouts slide

- Keith does really well and is actually put onto the Junior Varsity team and not the freshman team, though he’s obviously benched

- He doesn’t think he’ll make friends with the other football players but he spends so much of his time with them that of course they all start to grow close

- So Lance and Keith only see each other on the morning bus ride (which Keith uses to catch up on sleep most of the time) and in math class

- But it’s not like they drift apart, exactly

- They stay in touch; they stay friends

- And Lance stays really good at reading Keith

- So good that he can sometimes tell Keith is in a bad way before Keith can and as the year progresses whenever he sees a bad mood or a bunch of stress start to befall his friend he will go out of his way to stop Keith in the hallway, with a hand on his shoulder, meet his eyes, and smile

- And it always makes Keith feel better because Lance has the best smiles

- When winter break rolls around Lance invites Hunk’s family and Keith’s family to his families holiday party

- Keith comes alone but he brought Lance a present

- Lance got Keith a present, too

- They swap, kinda in secret, because both boy is a little shy about the gesture

- Keith got Lance a 3D puzzle of a shark that looks like it’s made of glass when it’s put together

- Lance got Keith a pair of headphones that are noise cancelling

- “To help sleep on the bus, I know how loud it gets,” Lance tells him

- Keith can’t explain why his heart jumps at that and tells Lance he wish he could have gotten him something nicer than just a puzzle

- But Lance denies it and says it’s an amazing gift and makes the two of them put it together then and there and they have so much fun they’re laughing and barely notice anyone else at the party

- Hunk has an idea of where this might go but he won’t say anything

- When schools start up again it’s midterms and everyone is super stressed

- Lance makes sure that Keith gets a smile every day

- Keith tries to smile back but he’s worried he’s going to fail his midterms

- He scrapes by

- Lance actually does pretty well; better than he ever had in middle school and he’s hella proud of himself

- Football season is over but a bunch of the team is joining the school’s floor hockey team so Keith does, too

- He tries to convince Lance to join, too, but Lance is worried if he starts a sport he won’t be able to keep up his grades; also, he prefers swimming or soccer to floor hockey and football

- Of course, he goes to see every single game (just as he saw every football game, too) because Keith is playing

- Doesn’t matter if he has to travel far for the games

- There’s only a few months of school left when Lance is outed

- He’s bi

- He’d never even had the chance to come out to his friends or close family

- But someone found his tumblr and started sharing it with everyone

- And Lance, being someone who won’t stand down, refused to deny it and pretended he didn’t care that now everyone at his Catholic high school now that he was either going to hell or a freak

- He got bullied a lot

- And one of the theology teachers even took him aside to tell him that it was wrong that he liked boys and girls

- He’s never been more ashamed of being himself but he won’t tell anyone this

- Hunk is still the best friend ever because he stays by Lance through it all even when other people are leaving graffiti in the men’s room about how they’re probably dating

- Keith doesn’t know what to do when he finds out

- He’s furious that Lance is being bullied

- But also… I mean, Lance is gay? Keith doesn’t know if he’s ever actually met someone who was a guy who liked guys (he probably had but he was a very oblivious kid in middle school)

- Keith doesn’t say anything for a couple days and actually goes out his way to avoid Lance because he feels weird about it but doesn’t know why and hates himself for not being there for his friend

- But Lance sees Keith is stressed and stops him in the hall with a hand to the shoulder and a smile

- Someone snickers and Keith flinches

- Lance’s smile breaks

- Absolutely shatters

- And Keith realizes he fucked up bad because Lance is the closest friend he’s ever had

- So Keith takes a step closer to Lance and puts his hand on Lance’s shoulder and smiles

- He offers up his best mirror of the type of smile Lance is always giving him

- Lance is blinking back tears but seeing Keith’s smile makes it okay

- “I’m an idiot,” Keith tells him and they both know it’s an apology

- “It’s ok,” Lance forgives him

- The rest of the year is kind of hell for Lance, though Keith convinces him to join the soccer team with him (he ends up dropping out because the bullying gets worse around the jock boys)

- He tells Keith not to drop the team, though

- Keith does, anyways

- “Better not stop playing football!” Lance tells him and he means it because he knows how much Keith loves football

- Keith promises he won’t

- And then school is over and they’ve both made it through their freshman year at high school

Part II

#klance #voltron #vld #keith kogane #lance mcclain #high school au #coming out #my writing #fic?#bullet points #part 1 of 4 #hunk is the best #slowburn #high school au klance #keith #lance #highschool au klance #slowburn klance #school klane

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sweetspacebaby · 5 years

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Adashicember 2018

Day: 1 - Reunion [masterpost will be made after all days are finished]

Summary: These are my contributions to Adashicember 2018!!! Tags and rating will be updated as I finish the prompts. I hope you enjoy the adventures of Space Dad and Earth Dad!!

AO3 // FANFIC

Chapter Summary: This one was doozy to do. I kept trying so hard to find something different from the generic reunion idea of a soldier returning home. And I also had trouble with trying not to redo my first Adashi ficlet that I did when we first got the news about Adam. Anyway here's a fun little thing about Adam just quitting his day and his ray of sunshine fiance making it better!

It had just been one of those days for Adam.

It started with him forgetting to charge his phone the night before and woke up late for work. His homeroom was a complete mess once he got to his class with half the kids skipping out since he showed up late. During the rush to get to work, he had left behind his laptop and was unable to work off his lesson plan for the day which turned into a massive disaster with Adam eventually caving and relying on old Bill Nye YouTube videos to teach for him. And if his day couldn’t get any worse, after the lunch period he was surprised with an official from the school board coming by to sit and evaluate his class and his lesson plan – no YouTube videos for that class period.

By the end of the day, Adam was exhausted. He had been metaphorically kicked and punched so much that he was surprised to even make to out to his car in the parking lot after he finished grading half the test that were supposed to be graded the day before. His one saving grace for the day was that he was now able to drive home, maybe order a pizza so he wouldn’t have to cook and sit in some much-needed peace and quiet.

Whoever said being an adult was hard lied. Being a teacher was much harder.

Adam took a few moments to myself to just sit and gather himself after pulling into his driveway. His house was a modest fixer-upper that him and his fiancé worked on together on weekends. Or at least used to. It was now all on Adam till Shiro got back from his time in Japan and Lord knew how much longer that was going to take.

Adam knew that being an Air Force fiancé was going to be hard – he was an Air Force boyfriend during Shiro’s training and first tour – but now it was much harder with a full time teaching position and having to take care of his future little brother-in-law while Shiro was away. And it definitely didn’t help his single parent lifestyle that that said future little brother-in-law had a bad habit of bringing in strays almost every week. Without Shiro around to magically talk Keith into taking the animals he found to a no-kill shelter to be adopted, they somehow had ended up with a new cat named Red and puppy named Kosmo this month. Was Shiro happy about the news? No, not at all. Pets and renovations don’t work well. But at least Keith is as stubborn as Shiro is and was determined to prove that he can take care of the new family members and keep them away whenever Adam was working on the house.

But at least tonight Adam will get a break from the chaotic zoo that is his home. Keith was spending the night with a friend and took the puppy with him so that he could socialize it with other people and places. So tonight, it was just going to be Adam, the SYFY channel, a large pizza with all the toppings he could think of, a couple of beers, some badly written AP science papers, and Red cuddling next to him on the couch.

A nice and quiet night after a very stressful, agonizing day with no more surprises.

Did Keith leave these out here?

Ok maybe one surprise in the form of a pair of Shiro’s uniform boots. Keith would usually wear them whenever he took the puppy out and was too lazy to find his own shoes, but he would usually leave inside next to the backdoor, not on the front porch.

“I don’t have the energy to question this,” Adam said to himself as he rubbed his tired eyes under his glasses.

He bent down and picked up the boots to bring them inside. As he unlocked the front door he could hear Red’s bell collar jingling toward the door and once Adam took the keys out of the knob queued the series of meowing and scratching at the door. After opening the door Adam traded the boots for the attention starved orange tabby and dropped off his bags in the living room behind the couch.

“It’s just me and you tonight Red. No being chased around by Kosmo and all the cat treats you can have.” Adam wasn’t really talking to anyone in particular since he knew that the cat couldn’t understand him, but he felt that something needed to be said within the silence.

After scanning his surroundings, making sure everything was in its place like every homeowner when in the middle of moving things around would do, Adam realized that the lights were on even though he never turned them on. He instantly assumed that Keith turned them on when he stopped by after school to get Kosmo and just forgot to turn them off when he left.

Or so he thought after hearing the microwave turn on.

Adam let Red jump out of his hands, her running instantly toward the kitchen in the back of the main level of the home. He quickly went into slight defense mode. Even though they’ve had Red for such a short period of time, Adam and Keith had learned that she is very picky with the people that come around her – going as far as scratching one of Keith’s friends when he tried to bet her – so if she was happily going to the kitchen to inspect the noise, whoever was in there was not a threat to her. But Adam was still skeptical. The front door was locked, but was the back door? Did he relock the windows after working on them? Did Keith forget something and come back?

“Keith,” Adam yelled out.

He grabbed his school keys out of his pocket and laced one key between each of his fingers. He knew how to defend himself, but having the keys added an extra punch – pun intended.

“I thought you were staying over at Lance’s tonight?”

No response except for the sound of the microwave being used.

“Did something happen? I hope Kosmo didn’t do anything to make you two fight and cancel.”

Adam walked up to the threshold to the kitchen and heard the microwave finish its job and whoever was in there open it up and put a bowl on the counter.

Adam took a deep breath, tightened his grip on his keys and stepped into the kitchen. He hesitantly looked around the top cabinets in the kitchen and all the tension in his should dropped.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, tending to a bowl of Easy Mac and bobbing his head along to his music was Shiro, completely oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t alone in the house anymore or that his fiancé was about to jump and attack him. Within how long he was home, Shiro had made himself comfortable by trading in his uniform for a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and his contacts for glasses. His earbuds were clear signs that he was able to do something productive before he got hungry and Adam got home, which meant that Keith knew he was home and didn’t say anything to Adam. He made a small note to get back at the little preteen for that and giving him a small panic attack.

But Keith was not who Adam was frustrated with right now.

“TAKASHI!!”

Adam yelled at the top of his lungs and threw his keys at the big oblivious love of his life, the only thing that was known to bring Shiro out of his ear-deafening world.

Shiro jumped when the keys hit his shoulder and looked at what hit him and then at who threw them, ripping his earbuds out right away.

“Oh! Hey babe! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. I did some work in our bathroom and forgot I had these in.”

Shiro gave the most innocent, apologetic look but that wasn’t going to save him.

“Shut up,” Adam yelled again. “You scared the hell out of me!”

“Did Keith not tell you I was home?”

“No!” Then the important question popped in Adam’s head. “Why didn’t you?”

“Well,” Shiro drug out, seeming embarrassed to answer the question. “My phone kind of broke while I was away.”

“What do you mean by kind of?”

“Kind of like, I dropped it in the ocean.”

There it went. There went Adam’s last strand of composer. He quietly walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, heading straight for the couch to lie down and cover up his defeat under a blanket. Usually in situations like this, he would be overjoyed and throwing himself at Shiro and peppering his face with kisses, but today was just too much and he was done functioning.

“Babe?”

Shiro walked into the living room with his bowl of Easy Mac and put it down on the coffee table before sitting on the couch to check on his fiancé.

“Sorry about not calling you. I just got swamped and never had time to FaceTime you when you were awake. But the good news is that I’m going to get a new phone tomorrow completely free and I luckily backed it up to my laptop the night before losing it so thankfully I’m not going to lose anything.”

Adam was silent, the day was too much. The stress and surprises were too much. He just wanted to be a hermit and stay under his blanket.

Shiro reached over and pulled part of the blanket down to show Adam’s eyes. They were tired. Like really tired. He took Adam’s glasses off for him and put them on the coffee table.

“Are you going to change out of your work clothes?”

“No.” Adam pulled the blanket back over his head. “I quit for the day.”

Shiro sat there and took in what he said, knowing instantly that Adam had a very bad day. He knew that ordering Adam his own pizza with his favorite toppings, put out a six pack, and keep the TV on the SYFY channel would usually help him feel better. But that would take hours to work.

“Ok,” Shiro signed as he stared at his hands as he thought about his words. “Do you want me to change you out of your work clothes?”

Adam had always said that he loved Shiro’s dorky side whenever he tried to be funny and witty, so maybe that would work?

And it did in a way. Adam pulled the blanket down a bit from his face and looked up at Shiro, his eyes narrow to look both skeptical and because he couldn’t see without his glasses. He couldn’t hold his seriousness for long though. He snorted out a laugh through his nose before chuckling.

“I missed you,” Adam said softly as he pushed the blanket off his face and smiled.

Shiro leaned down and touched his forehead to Adam’s.

“I missed you too.”

#adashicember #adashicember 2018 #adashi #shadam #takashi shirogane #adam w #reunion #teacher adam #air force shiro #month challenge #prompt challenge #my drabble #my story #my fic #mine

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stillthewordgirl · 6 years

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LOT/CC fic: If You Can’t Take the Heat (Ch. 2 of 2)

There’s a heat wave in Central City (and it’s not necessarily Mick). Leonard is not amused. But he and Sara have promises to keep…and how they keep them might just surprise everyone.

Here’s the second and final chapter of this one!

This story is for @tavyn, who gave me the prompts: “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes, so please put some clothes on.” and “Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer.” It’s set in my “If I Never” continuity, between “Wait For It”/“What the Future Holds” and “Midnight Run.”

Many thanks to @larielromeniel for the beta. Can also be read here at AO3 and here at FF.net.

It’s much later, curled up together on the slightly lumpy futon but enjoying the chill in the air, that either of them bring up the earlier conversation Sara had somewhat overheard.

They’d actually passed a fairly enjoyable evening at STAR Labs with Barry, Iris, and Cisco—Joe West was being kept hopping by cop business related to the weather (though nothing Flash-worthy), while Harry Wells and Caitlin were off visiting Earth-2. Cisco and Leonard traded barbs (and Cisco fished for news about Lisa, whose on-again and off-again relationship with him was off again), while Barry snoozed in his chair under Iris’ affectionate eye and Sara chatted idly with Iris about this and that.

(“I hadn’t realized you and Leonard had become friends,” Sara had murmured. “Frenemies, maybe. Tolerating each other, maybe.”)

(Iris had smiled a little, watching her husband and Sara’s across the room. “Well. You know that series I wrote about six months ago?”)

(“The one that won you the award? Where you exposed those issues in the family court system?” Sara blinked at her. “You mean…”)

(“Yes, he’s the one who clued me in and helped me get the goods on that one judge.” Iris smirked a little. “Apparently the same guy was a real shit to a very young Snart. He holds a grudge, your guy.”)

(“I’ve noticed…”)

But now, Sara’s just about to drift off, cozy and comfortable with Len’s arms around her, when she hears her husband’s sexy low voice in her ear—saying words she doesn’t expect.

“You want kids?”

“What?” Sara’s eyes fly open. “Len…”

“Chill.” She feels his chuckle against her back. “Sorry. Old habits. Sara, we’ve never talked about it, but we should have. Do you want kids?”

She’s silent a long moment. He waits.

“I…” Sara clears her throat. “I…I’m not sure I even can, you know. I was dead for a year. And I’ve killed so many people. It doesn’t seem right, that…”

“…that you should be able to produce life?”

“That sounds so...cheesy. But...yeah.”

“Not cheesy.” He shifts a little and she hears him sigh. “I dunno. I...I killed my own dad. Doesn’t seem right to me either, that I should then be able to be one. But then...maybe...it would balance some things out.”

“That’s a lot to put on a kid,” Sara murmurs in the darkness, almost unable to believe they’re having this conversation. “Isn’t it? To the means by which we...balance things?”

“Maybe that’s not quite right.” Len’s quiet for a long moment. “Look. You and I, think we’ve done our time paying for what we’ve done in the past. And we’ll continue doing so. This is...maybe more about doing right by ourselves.” She feels his shrug, which seems almost frustrated. “I’m not saying this right.”

“It’s OK. I think I know what you mean.” Sara nibbles her lip a little. “Leonard, are you saying you do want a kid? Kids?”

A long quiet moment again.

“Well, I think that since you’d be doing most of the work—in producing a hypothetical kid, anyway—the final decision is up to you.” There’s almost some humor in the drawl. “And doesn’t seem right that there will be little West-Allens speeding around without a Lance-Snart to give them hell. I guess I’m saying, I’m in if you want to.” His arms tighten around her. “But it’s not like I’m going anywhere no matter what. Got that? Been through too much together.”

Given that this is a conversation she’s really never envisioned having, Sara’s surprised when her eyes well up with tears at the words, and the sentiment behind them. She tries to will them away, fiercely, failing completely, and Leonard lets her have the moment, continuing to hold her, steady and warm there with her in the night.

Finally, she gets enough of a grip to take a deep breath, decide her voice is steady enough, and speak.

“I...let’s think about it,” she whispers. “A little more. I didn’t think you��d want to, because of...because of your dad...and I’m still not sure if I can, so I didn’t ever really entertain the thought before.”

She feels Leonard shift again.

“I did partly raise Lisa,” he points out. “And while that didn’t always work out for the best, I did do the best I could with the resources I had. We have a lot more resources now.” He chuckles quietly. “And I have someone now who will keep me in line, call me on my mistakes, make sure I never become my father, no matter what.”

Sara smiles to herself, wrapping her fingers around the scarred forearm that’s curled around her. “That’s sweet.”

“I meant Barry.”

She hits him with a pillow before it all degenerates into kissing.

And Cisco may never go into the server room again.

After that, Sara’s tired enough to sleep soundly despite the unfamiliar surroundings. That makes it all the more disorienting when she’s jolted awake by a crack of thunder, opening her eyes to pitch darkness and a crook who’s cursing quietly besides her.

“Did the power...?”

Even as she speaks, there’s a faint noise, barely audible beneath the continuing rumbles, and the faint flicker of low lights across the room at a power strip. Generator kicked in, Sara decides, them sits up as another even louder crack of thunder echoes. And another.

Leonard’s already sitting up too, and in the very dim light, Sara can see him frowning.

“Hell of a storm,” he mutters. “I...”

Then there’s another flicker, but this one resolves into a harried-looking Barry, who stares at them with wide eyes and an expression of panic. Sara’s immediate suspicion is confirmed quickly as he drags in a breath and starts talking so fast she can barely understand him.

“Iris’ water just broke,” he says, “but I can’t get Joe on the phone. I can’t get Cisco. I can’t get anyone on the phone! Not a cab, not even 911! And I can’t flash her to the hospital now...Caitlin said it wouldn’t be a good idea in the third trimester, let alone in labor...”

Sara reaches out and grabs her own phone, checking the screen and then trying to make a call, shaking her head as it fails. She glances at Leonard, who’s doing the same, and they both start to get out of bed.

Barry continues. “She’d been having some contractions, but the fake ones have been common for a while now, and we didn’t think...” He gulps. “We had a plan! Honest! It was a good plan.”

“Always expect the plan to do off the rails, Allen!” Len shakes his head as he pulls on a shirt.

Barry looks at Sara. “Sara? How long do you think we have?”

Sara, who’s grabbed a pair of shorts from her go bag and is pulling them on under her nightshirt, stops and stares at him. “I have no bloody idea! It doesn’t come with the two X chromosomes!

“Get her into a wheelchair and get her upstairs.” Leonard’s voice is sharp and definite. “When we find transport, she’ll need to be there anyway. Can anyone get Snow? So there’s at least a doctor here just in case?”

“Cisco might be able to, but he didn’t stay here.”

Leonard gives him a long-suffering expression as he puts on his shoes. “But you could flash over and get him, right?” He holds up a hand as Barry looks surprised. “Not yet. Plan B. C. D. Whatever.” He turns away from the sputtering speedster. “Sara? Can you help him with Iris? I’ll meet you upstairs.”

Sara wants to ask what he’s going to do, but then he’s gone, and there’s a panicked father-to-be before her, looking at her like she might have answers.

She sighs. “Come on, Barry. Let’s not forget the pregnant lady.”

Iris, stained bedsheets and contractions notwithstanding, is doing far better than Barry. She smiles a little at Sara when they enter, then catches her breath, focusing on breathing.

“These…kids…have lousy timing.”

Sara smiles back. “Yeah, well…from what I hear, that’s probably something you’ll have to expect for, well, ever now.” She glances over as Barry finds a wheelchair and wheels it over. “Can you get in there?”

“Of course. Well. I think so.” Iris gingerly moves over, sighing as she sits down. “OK. Did you get ahold of someone?”

“Well. Let’s get upstairs, OK?”

The elevator works OK, thank heavens. Sara steers the wheelchair over the threshold to the ground floor gingerly, Barry hovering behind her, but Iris simply grips the arms of the chair, expression determined.

“So,” she says, taking a deep breath. “What now?”

“Well…” Sara pauses. “Well. Len?”

She raises her voice for that last word, but there’s no response. Sara sighs. “OK,” she mutters. “Damn it, Len. Let’s…”

There’s a noise from the entryway, then, and Leonard, soaked to the skin and looking irritated by it, pokes his head in. “Sara? C’mon. Gotta ride.” He shakes his head, sending droplets of water spraying everywhere. “And it’s shitty out here. Hurry. And…grab an umbrella.”

He vanishes again. Sara lets out another sign, smiling just a little. “Of course. OK.” Of course he’d come through.

There’s a small chuckle from Iris, who, despite her own issues, isn’t unaware of what’s around her. Barry, who’s a little more oblivious, just grabs the requested umbrella and follows, a look of relief on his face.

The rain is absolutely sheeting down outside, and Sara pauses, then determinedly pushes the wheelchair, Iris holding the umbrella, toward the dark blue—and utterly unfamiliar--SUV waiting outside, Barry tagging along.

Leonard, rain running down his face, watches her stoically, then nods, getting back in the driver’s seat. Sara takes a deep breath, then opens the back door, nodding to Iris.

Barry gets it a moment later.

“Snart? Did you steal a car?”

“Stop complaining and get in.” Leonard, still dripping, glances back at him, eyes determined.

“You can’t just steal cars!”

“Barry,” Iris grits out, shifting herself into the backseat. “Shut up and help me. I don’t want to have these kids here.”

“Um. OK.”

Leonard, when properly motivated, drives like a bat out of hell. But with the flashes of lightning and constant thunder and the rain sheeting down so hard it’s difficult to see, it’s not that easy. So, he takes his time, Sara perched in shotgun, Barry and Iris in the back, eyes on the windshield, hands on the wheel. Sara splits her attention between helping Leonard navigate and noting the time between Iris’ hisses of pain, wondering what’s considered dangerously close.

When the lights explode behind them, everyone in the vehicle groans.

“I’m going under the speed limit,” Leonard grumbles. “There’s no reason…”

Sara shushes him. “Keep going.” She glances back, sees the expression on Iris’ face. “Keep going. That’s the most important thing.”

They make it to the hospital, still in the downpour, still with the flashing lights behind them. Barry bursts out of the vehicle, Sara on his heels, both of them heading for the emergency room door. Leonard steps out of the vehicle with a sigh, holding his hands up, facing the two young patrol cops who have emerged from their car.

“Greetings, gentlemen,” he drawls, cool as anything. “I suggest you call Detective West, to start…”

Sara decides to assume he has it handled. She retrieves a wheelchair inside while Barry starts frantically explaining the situation to the startled woman at the front desk, steering it back outside. At least they’re under an overhang at this point, because the rain is coming down even harder, if that’s possible, and the wind has picked up again.

Leonard’s hands are down and there are no weapons being pointed at anyone, Sara notes with relief. He’s speaking with one of the cops, while the other is hovering around Iris, who’s gotten the door open and looks ready to waddle into the hospital under her own power, contractions notwithstanding. Still, she looks greatly relieved at the sight of the wheelchair, and the officer—looking a little panicked around the eyes—offers her an arm to lean on as Sara holds the chair steady.

And then Barry, obviously making an effort not to “flash” in defiance of every instinct he has, is running outside, a nurse right behind him, and Sara, giving Iris’ shoulder a squeeze, lets them take her friend, vanishing through the ER doors and heading toward…parenthood.

Whew.

Sara lets out a long sigh, then turns to grin at the baffled-looking patrol cop—god, some of them look young these days—and head toward Leonard, who’s leaning on the back of the SUV and looking amused. The other cop is in his car, on the radio.

Her husband gives her a look that manages both to be long-suffering and impish as she joins him. Another car, unmarked, pulls up along the patrol car as they wait.

“Turns out I stole a car that’s registered to someone the CCPD really, really wants to speak to in an ongoing case,” he says in a low tone. “I think they’ve decided to ignore the ‘stolen’ part as long as I tell them all about where I got it. Especially considering the situation, and how it involves…”

“Snart! Are you kidding me?”

Leonard smirks and straightens out of his slouch. “Detective,” he drawls. “If you wanna be there when your grandkids are born, I’d stop yelling at me and head in there.”

Joe West shakes his head, pointing a finger at the crook. He looks, Sara decides, like he can’t decide whether to thank them or arrest them, just to make a point. “We’re going to talk,” he informs the recalcitrant thief. “About actions and consequences. But for now…” The accusatory finger shifts into an extended hand. “Thank you.”

Leonard, looking surprised and trying to hide it, shakes it. Joe smiles at Sara, winks, and then moves at a jog toward the hospital.

The wind picks up again, lashing the rain under the overhang, and despite the continued warmth of the night, Sara shivers just a little. Len, noticing, takes her arm and leads her a little closer to the building, into a more protected corner as thunder echoes again, the storm making a comeback.

“Kinda appropriate,” he says, peering upward as he puts his arm around her. “A storm made the Flash. Now, his kids are getting born during one.”

“Fitting.” Sara smiles a little as she considers the almost poetic words. Thinks about the way they’d stepped up and handled this crisis together, in their own inimitable way. And about what the future holds.

“Len?” she murmurs, leaning into him as they watch the lightning flicker overhead.

“Hmm?”

“Let’s do this.”

He doesn’t need to ask what she means.

#captain canary #westallen #if you can't take the heat #legends of tomorrow #the flash

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keiths-stupid-mullet · 6 years

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heyo, would you happen to have any recs of fics you really like?

Ok so it’s been a while since I last made a compilation post (previous ones can be found here: xxx, xxx, xxx, xxx, xxx) and since I get the impression that most people don’t really visit my fic rec tag I thought I could put a new one together :’D So here goes:

Monachopsis by hiuythn (12k, completed)

He’s fine in the beginning—always been fine alone. But eventually, it takes a toll.

>> Keith missing the team in s4. He’s really amazingly written, if he’s your fave you should definitely give this a chance. And if he isn’t you should still give it a chance because the team feels are great!

Love Letters by aleria (37k, completed)

Keith works better with horses than people, so why the hell is he stuck working at a Renaissance Faire?

>> I’m floored by this author’s style of writing, it feels like you read an entire novel by the time you’ve finished the fic. The amount of plot and character development that’s in such few words is amazing, I still have troubles comprehending it :’D

i wanna be your last first kiss by goldenastrum (8k, completed)

After seeing Lance and Hunk kiss, Keith had just felt curious about the two boy’s relationship. As it turned out, Lance and Hunk were not dating, but only kissed because they wanted to.Keith and Lance became smooch buddies afterwards.

>> this is just??? adorable???? very very adorable.

something just like this by klancekorner (59k, completed)

Keith reluctantly becomes the counselor for the Red Cabin at Camp Voltron, a summer camp in the middle of buttfuck nowhere that his older brother Shiro has worked at for years. Already unhappy with the current position that he is in, Keith prepares himself for a boring, sweaty, miserable summer; and his frustration only grows when he meets the counselor for the Blue Cabin- an insufferable asshole with a horrible sense of humor, a devilish smirk, an inexplicable animosity towards the Red Cabin, and a smile that literally looks like the sun.

>> you probably know that author already from Follow My Lead or Hearts Don’t Break Around Here but their style of writing is really fluent and alive, I find myself enjoying all of their fics no matter what they are about ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i could be the one by shukagari (19k, completed)

After he is hit with a spell, Lance has visions of Keith’s heart’s desires and he’s left incredibly confused when he finds himself appearing in all of them.

>> this was a cute fic!! I laughed several times because Lance is just such an adorable oblivious dork. If you just want something that feels good read this one :D

Keith’s Type by AmbitiousSkychild (24k, completed)

It figures that after years of getting it hilariously wrong face-to-face, Lance finally gets good at talking to Keith through a screen, which is, like, one of his biggest accomplishments. Then, Pidge makes the comment that Keith has a type, while heavily implying that it’s Matt.

>> Lance thinks Keith has a crush on Matt……. he’S SO OBLIVIOUS IT HURTS :’D

No Greater Gift by usernicole (20k, completed)

Keith gets a cat, learns the True Meaning of Family, and falls in love. In that order.

>> VERY CUTE!! I don’t even remember when I read the fic but I still remember the name of the cat and all, something about it was just memorable

we’re intimate acquaintances (tangled up again) by NotRover (6k, completed)

When Lance wakes up to the second Monday in two days, he knows there’s only one explanation: He’s come into close proximity to his soulmate.If he doesn’t want to be stuck repeating the same day for the rest of his life, he needs to find his soulmate. The only problem? He’s started falling for someone else.

>> a unique soulmate AU that I enjoyed a lot!! It’s another one full of fluff with very little angst^^

Feelings On Fire (Guess I’m A Bad Liar) by melancholymango (23k, completed)

That one fic where Lance is cursed to be honest to and about the person he lies to more than anyone else. Hijinks ensue.

>> there’s a lot of secondhand embarrassment in this fic…. but it’s still so good…… r e a d i t

And that’s it for now, have fun :D

#a² (answered ask)#kags kun #anon #fic rec #klance #all of these fics are completed because i haven't had the chance to read a lot lately #so i avoid fics that are still unfinished #but uuuh yeah here you go :D #i don't 100% agree with every characterization in here but these fics are all good #i hope you'll enjoy them as well^^

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glacecakes · 4 years

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Alchemy Lullaby (8/?)

Part 8: Varian may seem like quite the happy child, but just because he's in a better home doesn't mean he's forgotten where he came from.

Warning: Child Abuse

Read the rest on AO3

All aboard the traumatized baby train! Choo choo! Warning, there is some explicit child abuse in here. If you don't want to see the worst of Ulla's abuse I would skip the italicized flashbacks.

Sorry this took so long, I couldn't decide how I wanted this chapter to play out. A big thanks to the Varian Angst, Scar Varian, and Team Awesome discords for helping me with this! If you wanna join in on the baby train dm me for an invite to the scar varian server where we pit baby in a gladiatorial hunger games against other au varians. He won today!

I know a lot of you are just here for dadgene baby varian fluff I SWEAR I'm doing a halloween spooky chapter, and then the next chapter is just gonna be a bunch of requests/cute drabbles.

It started with a simple question.

As Christmas bled into the New Year, and the days grew warmer and longer (Corona truly was the sun kingdom), Eugene pulled Lance aside and asked, “Ok, Lance, why are you here? What do you want?”

“W-ha, what? I don’t want anything! Come on, Flynn,”

“Eugene!”

Lance rolled his eyes. He’d been kind enough to call him Eugene around Varian, so as not to confuse the child, but otherwise he refused to call him that silly name. “Eugene,” he emphasized. “There’s nothing that I want! I’m perfectly happy to be here, since your girlfriend was so very kind in letting me stay for the holidays, and I just wanted to see how you were doing, and spend time with my nephew…” the list of excuses kept growing but Eugene didn’t buy it for a second. He stared at his friend, unimpressed, until he dropped the act. “Ok I need your help.”

That night had been full of hijinks, stealing, getting panned, stealing back, and more hijinks. By the time Varian woke up the next morning, Lance had left the castle, Arianna had her ring back, and Eugene was exhausted. So exhausted, in fact, he assumed his headache was a result of it. Turns out he was wrong.

“You definitely seem to be coming down with something,” the nurse murmured. Rapunzel and Varian had dragged him down there the second he gripped his head in pain. “You said you were up all night?”

Eugene rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s… been a crazy week,” he admitted.

The nurse tutted, sighing fondly. “Spend the rest of the day in bed, and don’t let anyone in. While I doubt it, it could be infectious, and we don’t want an outbreak in the castle.” The adults devolved into conversations about medicines and soup and other adulty things, oblivious to Varian’s growing panic. Finally, he cried out, “No Eugene for a whole day!?” The noise sent shockwaves through Eugene’s skull, clashing against his brain hard enough to make him visibly wince.

“Inside voice, kid,” Eugene moaned, and his kid at least looked apologetic. “It’s just for the day, I’ll see you tomorrow.” That didn’t soothe the child’s fears, if anything, it made him more upset. Crocodile tears bubbled in baby blue eyes and the whimpering Varian threw himself at Eugene, grabbing onto his shirt.

“Don’t leave me!” He wailed, once again worsening the headache. Eugene sighed, and wrapped his arms around him. With quiet shushing and a few rocks back and forth, he managed to get Varian at least calmer.

“Hey, hey, it’s not like you spend every second with me, what’s got you so worked up?”

Varian whined, shaking his head. He didn’t want to tell Eugene, or Rapunzel, or anyone really. They always get so sad when he talks about it.

Or rather, her.

“Maybe he’s coming down with something too?” Rapunzel whispered to the nurse, who smiled and shook her head.

“I think he’s just a little cranky.”

“Varian, bud,” Eugene raised his voice, and the sad boy lifted his head up. “Why don’t you go take a walk with Ruddiger, hm? Go get your cart. I’ll come get you in the morning.”

Varian didn’t want to leave his dad, not for a whole day, but he listened anyway. If he didn’t, Eugene could get sicker! And he loved Eugene, he didn’t want Eugene to be sick for any longer! So, with some reluctance, Varian detached himself for Eugene and off he went.

“He’s such a sweet thing, how do you do it?” The nurse sighed fondly. “My kids back then were a nightmare and a half.”

Eugene nodded sagely. “It’s all about boundaries. Kids need discipline and structure.”

Rapid footsteps pounded against the floor, and Varian came tumbling back in. “Wait! One more hug!” He cried, launching himself back into Eugene’s arms, who gladly nuzzled into his son’s unruly hair. He blew a wet kiss onto Varian’s cheek while he was at it.

“Right, discipline,” Rapunzel muttered under her breath.

A quick stop to Varian’s room and then the garden netted him a Ruddiger in a cart. The raccoon sat atop a mountain of pillows with his arms outstretched, ready to nab anything he saw fit. Normally, they’d be racing through the halls, screeching with delight. Varian would target the heels of passersby, glancing the wheels of his death machine at people’s feet. In particular, his favorite target was Nigel. The man had such a funny reaction! Sure, it usually ended in Varian being forced to give an apology, but the hidden snickers of everyone around always made up for it.

Nigel usually tries to hide from him now.

But Varian wasn’t really in the mood to chase him down, nor target anyone. Instead, for once, Varian decided to wander around his home. He’d been just about everywhere and explored everything, but it still all felt so… foreign. The old paintings glared down at him, ancient kings and queens who knew this wasn’t where he belonged.

He kept waiting for the ball to drop, for his mom to scoop him up and for them to move on to the next village.

He wandered around the corner, passing by the King’s study, when he heard his name whispered through the half opened door. Well, it was either his name or someone named Fairian, and he didn’t know anyone like that. Curiosity won out, and the small child peeked inside.

Frederick sat at his desk, sighing down at a letter. Arianna stood by his side, rubbing his back in sympathy.

“The nobles aren’t thrilled about Varian, still,” the King complained. “And… I don’t blame them.”

“Is this about the party?”

“No, this is about the line of succession. If Rapunzel and Eugene get married, Varian is technically in line behind her. And he’s not of royal blood. It’d be one thing if Rapunzel adopted him, but he’s Eugene’s son. She’d be his stepmother.”

Arianna raised a brow. “Why are we worried about this now? Can’t Rapunzel and Eugene have a biological child? I’m sure Varian would love to be a big brother.”

Varian had no idea what the conversation was about, or what any of these words meant. He fidgeted at the door, debating whether or not to leave.

Frederick said nothing, staring harder at the letter in front of him.

The queen’s eyes narrowed. “Is this still about how he doesn’t like you?” Frederick slammed his head onto the desk, and let out a yell of frustration. As if the door was on fire, Varian jumped back at the noise. However, he slowly crept back to the door.

“Ah, ok, so it is.” She patted his back.

Sighing, Fred stood up. His shadow loomed over the entire room, landing in the doorway where a trembling child watched on. “No, it’s not that. The rocks.” At the queen’s silence he continued, “The infernal black rocks. They’re here, in the capital. Searching for Rapunzel. I just know it.”

“Quirin said they come from the moonstone.”

“Which means it’s here on the island somewhere.” The royal eyes hardened into steel. “I want more nightly patrols. The moonstone must be found, and it must be either destroyed, or taken back to the Dark Kingdom. Do not tell a soul, not even Rapunzel. No one can know.”

Baby blue eyes glanced downward in horror at the last part.

When Varian was 3, they moved for the 10th time.

For this village, momma demanded he keep his head down. He never left the house unless she let him, and that was a rare enough occurrence. So rare that when they went to the market, people were shocked Ulla had a son.

But sooner or later, they were found. They always were.

Ulla scrambled around the house, throwing what meager possessions they had into a case. In contrast, Varian occupied himself by happily playing with an alchemy textbook. He was finally starting to read, and while he couldn’t make out most of the words, simple ones like ‘the’ and ‘force’ delighted him. His momma’s normally pristine bun was a wreck, with hairs flying in every which way as she raced around the house.

“Ugh, not again!” She moaned. “I swear, Varian, you’re going to get us killed one day! Do you want your mother to die a violent and horrible death, Varian? Do you want for us both to be torn to pieces or burned at a stake? Do you!?”

“No momma,” the toddler whimpered. He barely understood what any of those words meant, let alone the concept of death. All he knew was that his momma was mad and it was all his fault.

Ulla stuffed a few clothes into the case and slammed it shut. “I swear, I have half a mind to leave you behind!”

Varian’s eyes welled up with tears and he blubbered, “No, momma! I sowwy!” He stood up on the bed, reaching his arms out for comfort. She ignored him. Instead, she peeked out the window.

A large, burly fist busted through the glass. Ulla managed to dodge out of the way in time, but couldn’t stop the scream Varian let out. He burst into hiccupping sobs, and a large black rock spiked up through the ground, nearly severing the intruding hand.

“Witch!” The man in the window screeched. Spittle flew from his mouth. “Get out here so we can kill the lot of you! In the name of the King, you’re all under arrest!”

Rolling her eyes, Ulla scooped up her son. Honestly, the only reason Varian was still alive was because she had hope. Hope that all of this would be worth it, hope that she could either get the stone out of him, or she could mold him into her weapon. So far, both have proven to be failures. Case in point. He seemed to only be able to use his power when upset or angry. She couldn’t rely on emotion like that. It’s why she didn’t have any feelings. Control, knowledge above all else. That was how she worked.

Which was why the baby really screwed it all up.

“Would you shut up!” She hissed. After grabbing their belongings, she flung open the back door and made a run for it. “You know, I could really use a rock or two right now, Varian. Impale our attackers, scare them off? Anything?” The child only whimpered. “Useless.” An arrow whizzed past her ear. Groaning, Ulla dropped a case, reached into her pocket, and threw an alchemy bomb in the general direction of the arrow. She didn’t turn to see if she hit her target, the screams were enough. Varian, who was perched on her shoulder and facing back, winced. He’d seen her explosions before, they never got easier.

“I swear to god, Varian, if you run me out of one more town, so help me, I’m leaving you behind,” she growled. But Varian knew she wouldn’t. She said that about the last 4 towns.

If he was spotted, he’d be in major trouble. It was bad enough he hadn’t told Eugene about the rocks, he was just… it just… hard. His momma hated him and she knew, and Eugene loved him and he didn’t. What if he told Eugene, and he turned him over to the King?

He wanted Eugene! He wanted a hug, a promise that Fred would never hurt him! But alas. Instead, Varian scampered down the hallway. His tiny legs moved as fast as they could carry him. From his cart, Ruddiger chittered anxiously, unsure about the destination or if it was a good idea. Varian didn’t care. He just needed to get away. Keep moving.

Finally, he slowed to a stop. Breath after breath puffed out of exhausted lips, and Varian slid down onto the floor with a whimper. He hated this.

Voices sounded from around the corner. Was it the King? Did he know Varian overheard him? Panicked, the child scooped Ruddiger up from the cart and hid behind a large plant. The raccoon complained with angry chitters, but Varian shushed him.

Cassandra rounded the corner, two other maids by her side. They all carried mounds of laundry, too tall to see over, only around.

Conversation was light, it sounded like the same gossip they always had. That was until Cassandra, unable to see, stepped right on top of the cart. Her foot flew with the wheels, and down went the handmaiden with a shriek. Clothes were flung into the air along with her, and she groaned in pain.

“What was that, are you ok?” One of the maids asked, dropping her basket to help her up. The third maid kicked the cart aside.

Cassandra let out a grunt. “Yea, just my tailbone,” and with that, she scrambled to pick up her laundry. Varian had half a mind to run out and help her, but the paralyzing fear of getting in trouble kept him in place. He hadn’t meant to hurt her! Just like with the rocks, it was an accident! It always was!

“Stupid cart,” the third maid brushed Cassandra off. “Honestly, I wonder what goes through that kid’s head sometimes.”

“Experiment 87,” Ulla stated, speaking aloud as she wrote. The quill’s loud scratching, normally deafening, was drowned out by the hum of machinery and electricity. “The rocks seem to respond to electricity, acting like a conductor. The subject responds only to emotional distress,” The last part was said with thinly veiled disgust. “So, I have decided to combine the two concepts into one experiment.” Satisfied, the woman stood up from her chair and rounded around the room.

Their house in Old Corona was their biggest by far. Ulla had grown up here, played here, dreamed of a moment like this here. Perhaps sans the electrically charged chair and terrified child.

But hey, beggars can’t be choosers.

Varian trembled like a leaf in the wind from his restraints. The leather bit into his skin, metal buckles pinching and tweaking. He didn’t dare struggle, though. That would just make Momma angry. She fiddled with the settings, humming in delight as the machine responded beautifully to her commands.

“If we give the test subject a series of controlled shocks, it should ignite his flight or fight response, which seems to be the biggest trigger of rocks. This is just the prototype, of course. If this initial test is successful, I’ll begin work on a collar, or some other portable device. As powerful as the chair is, it’s impractical.” Ulla wasn’t speaking directly to Varian. She never was in these situations. When he asked, Ulla insisted it was because she was a scientist. But the rambling was just that, the rambling of a deranged woman who longed for power by any means necessary.

She glanced up at her son’s terrified eyes. They welled with tears, lip trembling. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She rummaged through her pockets and fished out a piece of fabric. “Open your mouth, Varian.”

He shook his head, or at least, as best as he could in the machine.

His momma rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, this is for your own good! We’re learning how to control your rocks so you don’t ruin this life for us! Old Corona is our last resort. The sooner you learn to control yourself, the better. So stick this in your mouth and let momma work.”

Varian couldn’t stop the hiccup that came when he opened his mouth, but Ulla took the opportunity anyway. She shoved the fabric between baby teeth, and pulled a nearby lever.

The machine crackled with energy. Blue lightning sparked, lighting the room in a near ethereal glow. It would be beautiful if it wasn’t so painful.

Through the fabric, Varian let out a shriek, louder than he’d ever screamed before. It was a strange mix of painful and unpleasant, that odd feeling of his body vibrating. Varian had experienced pain before. He’s gotten bruises, scrapes, the occasional burn from getting too close to momma’s experiments. And this certainly wasn’t the first time he was the test subject. But it was definitely the worst.

He screamed again, and a black rock shot out of the ground. Ulla’s eyes gleamed hungrily.

Then another.

And another.

Obsidian, pure and black, gleamed as it grew closer and closer, spiking up through the floor and towards the scientist with ill intent–

Ulla slammed down on the kill switch just as a rock sliced too close, cutting a clean streak of red through the palm of her hand. She and her son cried out in unison.

All was quiet, save for the broken sobs of a frightened child.

But Ulla didn’t care about that. She nursed her injured hand, thoughts a violent storm.

Her plan had worked… too well.

There really was no working with him, was there?

“More like what is he being taught,” Cassandra joked. “It’s fine, I can use it to carry the laundry before I drop it off at his door.” Hey! Cart thief! Ruddiger growled low in Varian’s ear. Varian didn’t really notice. He was trying to stifle his cries. He could still feel the electricity, the phantom shocks sent shivers down his spine.

While Cassandra and the maids focused on the cart, Varian snuck around the plant and broke off into a sprint. This time, it wasn’t so much fear of the people, more the fear of his mind. He had no idea what was happening to him. All he knew was that he kept remembering things, awful things, the stuff he left behind when Eugene took him in.

On any other day, whenever he was scared, he could toddle around and plead to the nearest maid to point him to Eugene. On any other day, he could beg for a hug or a show of affection, a reminder that Varian was here to stay, that he was safe. On any other day, he could happily wander the halls, knowing if he needed anything, Eugene would be right there. But he wasn’t allowed to see Eugene at all today.

What if Eugene decided after today that he liked the peace and quiet? What if Eugene didn’t want Varian around anymore?

Ruddiger tucked himself tightly around Varian’s shoulders, purring sweetly. The vibrations normally calmed Varian, even lulled him to sleep, but not today. Varian flinched violently when purrs jostled his neck, and he instinctually batted at it. Get him out of the machine! Get him out NOW!

Ruddiger didn’t take kindly to that. He was trying to soothe his friend, and this is the thanks he gets? A striped tail whacked angrily against Varian’s face, and tiny teeth bit down on the child’s neck.

He let out a shriek, and a single, massive rock spiked through the floor. Marble lay ruined at its base, and shredded carpet floated through the air.

The two friends froze, staring in horror at the intrusion.

The clanking of armor and heavy footsteps echoed behind him, before stuttering to a stop. Varian whipped his head around, and came face to face with a shocked Quirin.

The man took a step forward. “Son–”

“–Listen to me,” Ulla whispered. They were in a quiet alley, away from the festivities. It was so bright out today, it was as if the sun itself was here in Corona! Laughter and music verberated from the nearby square. But Varian wasn’t focused on that. His momma looked happy, excited even! She had all day! It was so rare that Varian got to see her smile, much less at him!

“I need you to sit here and wait for me. Can you do that, Varian? Can you be good? It’ll make me very happy.”

Varian nodded fervently. He wanted nothing more than to make his momma happy! She always seemed so sad or angry, and nothing he ever did seemed to cheer her up. In fact, his presence only made it worse. So for her to be happy because of what he did? It was heaven!

“Ok momma!” He chirped, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Now, don’t go anywhere, ok? Especially not back to Old Corona,” She booped his nose, and he giggled. “And don’t ask anyone where I am. It’s not important. Ok?”

“OK!”

She sighed, staring down at him. Her eyes clouded with sadness, familiar and yet… foreign, this time. It seemed more bittersweet. “Farewell, moondrop,” she whispered. And with a pat to his head, she left the alley, back into the crowd.

Varian was a good boy! He’d sit and wait! And wait he did! For nearly 2 days! Through hunger and thirst, even sleeping right there in the alley. But soon enough, he had to move.

He’d hated it. He’d hated making his momma upset. Surely she’d be coming back, so he couldn’t leave the alley long! Then she’d get nervous!

So he came back. Only leaving for food and water, he came back, day after day, sitting in that alleyway, waiting.

Hoping.

Praying.

Until Eugene showed him she wasn’t coming.

She never was.

The terror was too much. It felt as if the walls were closing in on him, suffocating him, clawing at his lungs and preventing him from breathing.

He took one step away from Quirin. Then another. The man seemed pained, and reached out.

Varian bolted.

He didn’t care if Eugene was going to be upset. He didn’t care if Cassie would yell about his cart. He wanted his Eugene.

He wanted his Dad.

Tiny legs, exhausted from the day of running, pounded through the castle for hopefully the last time. He knew the way by heart, and he was able to easily lose Quirin (if the man was even chasing him). Finally, he reached the familiar door. The guilt of waking a sick Eugene was heavily outweighed by his terror, his craving of someone who loved him no matter what. The door easily swung open, banging into the wall.

Eugene sprang up like he’d been shot. “WHA-WHAZZAT? What’s happening?” He cried, eyes searching wildly for an explanation. The only one he got was Varian leaping into bed with him and curling up to his chest.

“Daddy, I- I’m sorry!” He coughed, sobs so violent they caused him to shake. Tiny hands gripped Eugene’s shirt with a vice like grip.

Eugene blinked, flabbergasted. He’d never seen Varian cry this hard, not even after a nightmare! And wait, he called him Dad? Daddy? But his questions could wait. Right now, his son needed comfort.

“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s ok Bluebird,” Eugene’s strong arms wrapped around Varian, pulling him close. “You’re ok, I’m not mad, I love you.” The last one got a blubbery, garbled response Eugene couldn’t make out. The kid blew harshly into Eugene’s shirt.

“Oh, ew,” Eugene muttered, but otherwise didn’t complain. He rocked Varian back and forth, shushing him quietly.

Finally, warmth, safety, security. It was so relieving, so relaxing, Varian began to doze off. He’ll tell Eugene what upset him later.

When Rapunzel came to check on her boyfriend, she found them both sound asleep. The little boy was still cradled in his dad’s arms.

“Boundaries, huh,” She sighed.

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Distressed by Lance’s distress, and seizure, Keith went to great pains to make his husband comfortable. The pain Lance was suffering was written all over his face, from his bitten bottom lip to the tight lines near eyes. Lance had scared him half to death when the video on his comms started shaking, his heart in his throat until he caught sight of Lance’s blue eyes open in the top of corner of the transmission. As far as seizures went, it was one the lightest he’d seen his husband have, barely lasting 10 seconds before it was all over. Keith wasn’t sure it even counted as seizure given how quickly it passed, but with how drained Lance was, it most certainly had to be. Getting his husband into the shack and settled on the sofa was easier than expected. Lance reaching for him from the floor of the cargo bay, allowing him to lift him up to his chest with ease and carry him down and straight through to the sofa were he laid them both out, his husband’s head resting on his chest as Keith stoked his hair. He really should have expected a seizure. Trying on clothes had sent Lance into a panic attack. Keith was kicking himself for not considering online shopping. Not only was the variety larger, his husband didn’t have to feel like a freak for wearing women’s clothes, when he definitely wasn’t. People could wear whatever the hell they liked, the only one it really affected was them themselves. And, if he’d really been thinking, he knew Lance had self image problems dating back longer before they'd become a them. He’d unthinkly pushed Lance into a minefield of triggers and felt like a quiznakking douche for doing so. Still. He was proud. He was stupidly happy at the memory of the expression on Lance’s face as his eyes landed on the white cot. Sheer love radiated from him, as if he could see one of their children already sleeping. When Lance fell asleep, Keith went to work. His husband oblivious as he opened up a browser in his comms. Despite his love for Razzel-Dazzel, his husband had wanted plain clothes that would suit him as his body grew. He may be pregnant, but his whole sexual identity rested on him being very much male. Unsure where to start, he types in “pregnancy plain clothes”, because his brain had forgotten that “maternity” was a work. The ads along the top of the browser made him wrinkle his nose. All the blessing and plunging necklines wasn’t his husband. Lance had made it very clear that he wasn’t comfortable with showing cleavage, so Keith was going to do his best to respect his husband’s wishes. Not that Keith had a problem with Lance’s changing body. He adored his husband for him. The brain damage, missing fingered, scarred, scared, anxious and changing him. Yes, there were times when they drove each other crazy. When they didn’t talk for days, but even so, he loved Lance. When he was scared and acting like an idiot, he loved Lance. Seizures still scared the quiznak out of him, yet he was sure with a little time and fiddling around, they’d be able to find a successful way for his husband to be able to take his medication. The most important thing was getting Lance comfortable and feeling safe enough to attempt taking them again. * When Lance woke from his nap, his husband was starving. “Keeeeeith, my stomach is eating itself”, was his actual words, so Keith was sent food shopping semi-alone. Kosmo in a supermarket was asking for trouble. Lance couldn’t stomach crowds at the moment. The solution to the problem was to leave his husband with the remaining ration bars, and on video call, meaning Lance could boss him around while he did the leg work. Keith was sure that they didn’t need as much food as Lance had him fetching. Half the things he wasn’t sure of, nor was he sure of the various cuts of meat he was instructed to buy. It didn’t help that Lance kept changing his mind. Growing tired of it, he left the call connected and stopped listening to his husband’s ramblings, Lance noticing Keith had stopped listening, started singing broken up show tunes, jumping from song to song mid-sentence. Progressively the volume of Lance’s singing grew until Keith couldn’t ignore him further, raising the comms up to scold him, he found Lance grinning brightly as he held onto Kosmo. His idiot truly was one of a kind. Keith’s reward for shopping was to be promptly kicked out his own shack. With the two seater kitchen table sagging under the weight of the bags, Lance started shooing him, “la-laing” over his protests. He was hot, tired and annoyed at not being able to come home and kick back on the sofa with Kosmo. The server had recognised him from his stint as Black Paladin. All he wanted to do was buy goddamn food for him, his husband, and their wolf. Not pose for photos, sign signatures on whatever was available and be followed back to his ship. Voltron was old news. Really old news. He’d much rather be recognised for the humanitarian work, and the work of his team... mostly the work of his team... all the work of his team... He’d take the background character that edges his way out of public sight and mind. If he hadn’t been the Black Paladin, then he wouldn’t be forced to wait with Kosmo outside his own damn home. When Lance finally let him inside his shack, his husband’s hands were covering his eyes. Laughing against the shell of his ear, they nearly tripped as Lance guided him inside “Babe...” “We’re almost there... ok, take two steps to the left for me...” Keith’s stomach rumbled loudly, despite the fact he couldn’t actually see any food. The shack, however, smelt amazing. There was definitely some kind of herby scent in the air and meat... and... he didn’t actually know. He was starving and there was food. That was all he and his stomach were getting at the moment. Feeling his hands hit the wood of the dining chair, he came to a stop “Ta dah!” Dropping his hands, Keith was greeted by Lance’s work comms acting as a candle, a simple green salad, and some kind of stew like meat dish that looked amazing “Y-you made dinner?” Now that his hands were free, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist, digging his chin into his shoulder as he nodded “Today was hard. My head was all over the place and I not only scared you, but bossed you around, had a seizure, had a breakdown and forced you to have cuddly naps on the sofa. It’s all simple things. I’m still pretty drained, but I really wanted to do this for you. You’re my husband and I love you. I appreciate the things you do. Even when I can’t tell you I do. And now I’m crying... Baby hormones are a force to be reckoned with...” Turning in Lance’s arms, Keith was stunned “You cooked dinner... for me?” “You’re acting like it’s never happened before” There was dinner, and then there was dinner... with a table cloth that looked suspiciously like a sheet, an attempt at candles, and a meal that was actually somewhat adult “This... all of this... I should be the one cooking dinner for you” “I wanted to cook for you. I didn’t do dessert though. My stomach looked at ice cream and said no. Then when it looked at the cake boxes... it got worse. You can totally knock yourself out though. I think I put things away in the right position. I mean, I tried. I gave the fridge a wipe out while you were ignoring me. Kosmmmmn-“ Silencing his husband with a kiss, Lance’s mouth tasted of mint, his husband having found time to brush his teeth. Indulging himself, Lance broke the kiss as Keith grabbed a fist full of hair to deepen it “You’ll have to save that for after dinner” Though playfully toned in his reply, Lance’s scent had shifted to fear. Keith momentarily hurt, then reasoning his husband had had a long day. He’d hit his limit and though the touch wasn’t unwelcome, his anxieties weren’t in his control “I’m looking forward to. Especially if it’s as good as this meal looks” “It’s... uh... Let’s eat. Yeah. I don’t know what I was about to say, but I’m hungry” Dinner was amazing, but dessert was better. Splitting the washing up with Lance washing and Keith drying, they settled down on the sofa to watch a movie. Cuddling into his husband, Lance has his arm wrapped around Keith’s shoulders as the movie began. For the life of him, Keith couldn’t remember a single thing that happened. He was too focused on the way Lance was looking at him. The love in his eyes was on a whole other level. A level Keith felt he didn’t deserve, yet was grateful as quiznak to be receiving. This was the shack he was conceived in. This was the shack where his parents fell in love and he was born. This was the shack that was the last remaining solid remnants of his father. Willed to him, along with everything the man owned, then left to sit after death until Keith found himself with no where to go. Now he was living here with his husband, all be it temporarily, who was pregnant with their children. Normally he wasn’t one for nostalgia, if asked that is, but having his husband here. Having his family here... He was struck hard with waves of emotion. A life where he came home fo Lance everyday... that... he wanted that. He thought that was how things would be with the outpost, even if he couldn’t return every day, it’d be at least once a movement. Only. Before he knew it he’d left Lance struggling for phoebs. Lance was far from alright. Keith knew he wasn’t being completely honest over how many things he’d missed or how many ways he’d hurt him by accident. He knew because his husband was a decent and kind man. He’d take every ounce of another’s pain if he could. He was a selfless and reckless pain in the arse, that adored to point of possessiveness. He knew they wasn’t healthy, but when your husband has a habit of ”accidentally” getting himself into trouble, it was natural to want to be by their side to prevent something going wrong. “If you don’t like the film, I can change it” Brought back to reality by Lance kissing his cheek, Keith felt himself blushing for no reason “Sorry. What was that?” “The movie, if you don’t like it, I can change it” “It’s fine...” “Your head’s up in the clouds anyway?” Keith nodded, wriggling down lower to cuddle into Lance further “Wanna tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, Samurai?” Keith sighed softly “I was thinking about how lucky I am to have you” Kissing the top of his head, Lance echoed his sigh “I’m the lucky one. I’m so fucking lucky you haven’t got sick of me yet” “Like I’d get sick of you. I was thinking about how I was born in this shack, then about how nice it is to have my family here, with me... I wonder what my father would have thought of it all” With a soft sigh, Lance nuzzled into his hair, speaking between the kisses he peppered on his hair “He would be proud of you. So proud of the man you’ve become” Shoving his husband playfully, Keith hoped Lance was right. That somewhere out there, his father wasn’t being forced to watch Krolia fall in love with someone else. Would they have stayed together? Or fought? Would he have stayed with his mother if she’d stayed on Earth? Would his father still have died? Would he even have attended the Galaxy Garrison? Would he have approved of Lance? Or that he was gay? There were so many things he wanted to be able to tell his father... all the things that fire had taken away from them. “Babe, you want to go bed?” Leaning back slightly to look up at his husband, Lance had a soft smile upon his lips “I thought you wanted to watch this movie?” “I did, but there’s something on your mind. You don’t have to tell me, but I thought maybe you’d like an early night?” “It’s nothing... I’m...” He was what? Longing for a different reality with the chance of seeing his father again? “You’re still thinking about your father. It’s ok. It’s ok to miss him. To wonder about what might have been. It wasn’t fair that he was taken so young... and it’s ok to be angry about that too” “I hate it when you look at me and read my mind. Have I ever told you that?” Feeling slightly embarrassed, Keith dropped his head back to resting against Lance’s chest “I don’t remember. Probably. It sounds like something you’d say. Just don’t go forgetting you can talk to me. I’m not great at a lot of things, but I’ll listen when you talk” He could never let go of the pull he still felt towards his father, yet Lance calmly reminded him that he didn’t have to choose. He didn’t have to choose between the family he’d had and the one they were building, and that was ok “Yeah. Yeah. I know you will babe. Bed sounds good. Want a hand up?” Lance groaned as he stretched “God, yes. I think your sofa is trying to eat my pregnant arse” “I’ll fight it for the right. That arse is mine” Letting out a brilliant laugh, Keith’s heart skipped at the sound of Lance’s happiness “I don’t mean literally. Sheesh. Now help me up. I’m beached” “You’re not beached, you’ve been eaten” “Ahhhh. I see. That’s why I love you. For that amazing intellect of yours... it’s definitely not for this sofa” Keith scoffed was he dragged himself to his feet “This coming from you? The man who broke the spring... My sofa is fine, thank you” “It’s vicious attacked me. Tried to eat me, and you say it’s fine?” Holding his hand out, Keith nodded “Yep. Now come on you big baby. I need my cuddles” “And you call me the baby...” * After Lance cooked him dinner, Keith wanted to return the favour by making his husband breakfast in bed. Soft sweet nuzzling and gently kisses had turned into slow sex. Lance riding him and Keith falling in love with his husband’s changing body all over again. He marvelled in the way Lance’s stomach seemed to have grown a little more since that morning. The tiny jiggle in Lance’s breasts, and the way his hands wandered over his belly... Keith wasn’t one for random fits of crying during sex, yet his pride and love for Lance nearly reduced to him to just that. Things were so much better when it was the two of them. Lance didn’t hide nearly as much shit as he did when he feared it’d affect the way they acted around their friends. When he’d tried to wake Lance earlier, his husband had told him he couldn’t get out of bed. Suffering from a nightmare after they’d fallen asleep spooned up together. Being asleep, and Lance not waking in a fit of screaming, Keith felt guilty for missing it. Lance had waved it off, giving him a small kiss before moving to cuddle into Kosmo. Having spent the last varga in the kitchen, all that had happened was Keith learned he was a way worse cook than Lance. Having found an old box from the back of the shack, he’d cut it down to make a breakfast tray... that was a little wonky around the edges, but the main point to take away was that he’d tried. He wanted to do the kind of setup one sees in movies and adverts... but he hadn’t had any flowers, so he’d butchered some paper cutting the out and then being embarrassed over the job they’d promptly been scrunched up and discarded. He’d poured a glass of juice for his husband... then looked to the fridge for inspiration. If his husband wasn’t feeling great, he wouldn’t want a heavy or big meal. This all resulted in him making scrambled eggs on toast... which he somehow butchered. The toast was slightly burnt on the edges, so that was scraped off. The bread bag melted to the side of the toaster... worsening his mood. When it came to tipping the eggs on, they were... a mess. They were big and fluffy... no. They were washed out granules of egg. That was the final straw. All the emotions of everything he’d been holding onto breaking, as he clutched the edge of the kitchen sink and cried. In his head, this was all going to be perfect. Perfect like Lance was... His husband had a fault or ten, so things like the edge of the toast being burnt wasn’t a major deal. He just... he didn’t understand how he’d butchered the eggs. Had he put too much milk in? You’re supposed to use a lot...? Why hadn’t he looked this up? Why was he being so inept when... “Keith?” Quiznak... “Go back to bed, Lance” “You’re crying” Lance’s voice was soft and full of concern “It’s nothing. Go back to bed” Lance said he wasn’t having a good day, so why was he up? Padding softly through the kitchen, his husband drew him into his hold “I’m here... you’re ok” “I’m sorry...” Clutching Lance, Keith couldn’t stop his tears “I tried to make you breakfast and I ruined it. I can’t even make scrambled eggs. How am I supposed to look after you? How am I supposed to be a good dad if I c-can’t make breakfast” Lance hushed him, kissing his cheek “You tried to make me breakfast?” Nodding, Keith was ashamed of himself “You made dinner and you weren’t having a good morning and what are you even doing out of bed?” “I had to pee... then I heard thudding out here” Reduced to mumbles of shame, he wanted the world to open up and swallow him “I fucked up” “I’m sure it’s not that bad” “It’s worse than bad. All I wanted to do was make you breakfast” “What were you making?” “Scrambled eggs on toast... but everything went wrong. I couldn’t cut the s-stupid flowers and the bag melted and...” Lance laughed at him. He was crying his eyes and his husband was laughing “Get off me!” “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because you’re so fucking special to me. Can I try the eggs?” Lance wasn’t quite off the hook for laughing... but Keith had laughed at how adorable Lance was before, so didn’t have the right to argue “They don’t even look like eggs” “I don’t mind... We could make them again together, if you want?” Moving out of Lance’s arms, Keith wiped at his face, before casting a glance at the pathetic cardboard tray on the counter “That’s probably safer” Sidestepping around him, Lance picked up the fork on the tray and started poking at the eggs “I know what went wrong here. I’ve done it a hundred times before. You made the eggs too wet and started mixing them too soon” How did one make “eggs too wet”? Eggs were naturally wet... “Eggs are supposed to be wet” Stabbing at a few eggy fragments, Lance brought the fork to his lips and Keith once again wished the Earth would swallow him. Chewing, Lance hummed thoughtfully “Yeah. Too much milk and too much salt” “I didn’t even add salt!” He hadn’t... because he wasn’t entirely sure where the salt was. Piling the fork up again, Lance moved it to Keith’s lip, Keith not exactly willing as he opened his mouth... The moment the eggs hit his tongue, he was wrinkling his nose. Maybe the heavens above were looking out for his husband by preventing him from poisoning him with this meal “Why’s it salty?” “I have no idea... I don’t know where the salt is...” Lance snorted, placing the fork back down “That’s somewhat worrying. It’s ok. I’ll talk you through how to make scrambled eggs like a professional. Mami never needs to know about this murder” “But your... you said... you said you weren’t having a good day” “It’s not uncommon for me to have a bad day, babe. And yeah, I wanna go back to bed, but how could I possible leave you when you look so sad? Why don’t we make breakfast together, then go back to bed? I mean, I’m probably going to go back to sleep, but that’s alright once in a while, isn’t it?” This vacation was supposed to be about sleeping and healing. Lance shouldn’t have to worry about sleeping too much “Yeah. I’m sorry I killed breakfast” Casting a glance to the washed out eggs, Lance started laughing again “It is pretty dead... I don’t think a healing pod could save it” Instead of being insulted, Keith felt warmth in his chest. He was falling in love with his husband all over again, laughing falling from his lips as he nodded “I think it could give Coran’s cooking a run for its money” “Oh god! Don’t make me remember. You rinse the fry pan, and I’ll be back” Hold up. What? “Be back?” “Laughing while pregnant apparently makes you need to pee again. I think your twins are messing with me” “I’ve noticed they’re my twins when they’re giving you trouble” “As you should have... I think I’m fatter again” Keith suppressed his smile. The clothes he’d ordered would be available for collection the following day from the city backing the garrison. It used to be a trek from the Garrison into town, but with all the refugees the population had tripled in size. Until then, he just needed to keep quiet over his surprise “You’re pregnant, not fat. I think I’ve still got a few of dad’s things if you want something looser and comfier” Lance’s whole face lit up “That would be awesome... but only if you’re ok with it. I don’t want you doing something that you’re not ok with, because of me” “I’m choosing to believe he’d be happy that his things are helping. Besides, Shiro used to knock around in his clothes” “You , are the best husband I could ask for” “Just go pee already” Stealing a kiss, Lance limped off towards the bathroom. They were really going to have to pick positions that weren’t going to cause further strain on his husband’s knee... and the little shit needed to use his damn crutches. Talking him through remaking scrambled eggs, Lance had far more patience than him as his husband sipped at his juice. He’d been wrong about the milk. In scrambled eggs, he wasn’t supposed to have a near equal ratio, and letting them half solidify in the pan before starting to stir made for way fluffier eggs. Adjusting the knob on the toaster, the toast came out without being burnt. The successful completion of their meal gave him a ridiculous confidence boost. It was just scrambled eggs. He didn’t need to be so damn happy, yet as he loaded the cardboard tray, he couldn’t stop smiling. He’d made his husband breakfast... an edible breakfast that didn’t involve roasting meat or heating up goop... Telling him to wait a few ticks before following, Lance headed into the bedroom first, going through the motions of “waking up”, and “acting surprised”. Calling his husband a dick, Keith was more than happy to climb in beside him. Feeding each other bites, Keith could smell Lance’s dropping mood. Knowing husband didn’t mean it and that his depression wasn’t under his control, he tried extra hard to make Lance laugh and smile, “accidentally” poking him in the nose with the fork, and stealing bits of egg before Lance could, only to feed them to him. His husband’s appetite ran out halfway through the meal, so Keith cleaned the tray up and carried it back out to the kitchen where he finished off his share and left the rest for Kosmo. By the time he came back, Lance was sleeping again, Kosmo skipping out on food in favour of being curled in Lance’s arms... where Keith should be. Leaving Lance sleeping, the half-Galra was left with little to do other than pulling his father’s remaining clothes out of storage and more quiznakking cleaning.

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morimementa · 6 years

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I Rewrote my Overwatch Fanfic, What Even

You’re Somebody’s Hero (though you may not want to be)

Summary: On his way to foil a Deadlock scheme, McCree runs into trouble and receives help from an unlikely source. Is it a good thing that a maniac with an explosives fetish idolizes him? Probably not.

Content warnings: Language, injury.

Characters: Junkrat, Roadhog, McCree, Deadlock (mentioned).

Featuring: No beta-reader! Junkrat as a McCree fanboy! The princess carry (I am ALL ABOUT the princess carry), and Not Enough Booze to Deal with This!

Note: I thought this up one night when I was trying to go to bed, spent the better part of a day writing it, edited it, put it online, decided it sucked, redid it several times, and then posted it again. Personally, I blame the fact that I watched this comic dub compilation.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WneYr-VAVhY&t=60s

I went through all the canon info on these guys that I could find, but there’s precious little of it, so I wasn’t left with much in the way of characterization to work with. Apologies if I get anything wrong. It’s not really shipping, so if High Boom isn’t your thing, you can still enjoy it.

Back in the days that almost no one was old enough to remember, Route 66 had been the go to path for anyone on a road trip. Nowadays, it had such a bad reputation that all 2,451 miles of it was given a wide berth by civilized society. Rather than enticing people to see America, it was a hotbed for smugglers, criminals, and those looking for trouble. Jesse McCree tended to fall into the last category more often than not. Despite this, he wanted to believe that he wasn’t quite as lawless as he’d been the last time he traveled that road. Years could change a man, even it wasn’t entirely for the better.

Popular opinion was that he should be rotting in a cell somewhere, and he’d long since accepted that. Just because the world thought you were up to no good didn’t mean you had to be. Maybe his methods of making his way to the no man’s land running along either side of the road weren’t entirely legal, but he had good intentions. He’d gotten word a few weeks ago that the Deadlock gang was trying to make a comeback. Scuttlebutt around the criminal underworld was that they were convening along the route somewhere in Kansas. That was bad news for anyone in their way. They were up to something, and damned if he didn’t feel obligated to at least try and stop them.

He’d hitched a ride atop a ritzy train (and the events of that trip were a story for another time), but it’d only gotten him so far. He’d kept going on foot, intermittently getting lifts from weather beaten vehicles with dubious alibis as to why they were there. He’d known he was close when he started seeing buildings older than he was. He was making his way through a dilapidated town when things got complicated.

They were new recruits, too young to have heard of him and too green to put up much of a fight. But what they lacked in skill, they made up for in home turf advantage. They’d been stationed in the ghost town to keep an eye out for anyone trying to interfere. He wasn’t sure how long they’d been there before he scared them off, but it was long enough to wire the crumbling buildings with C-4.

He was relatively lucky. The switch had only set off one of the charges and it’d been set up so sloppily that it’d only taken out half the building. Too bad he was in it at the time. He’d only had a second to jump clear of the falling ceiling. As the dust settled, he knew the gang members were gone. No matter. They weren’t what he was after. McCree dusted off his Sarape and started to get his bearings.

Glancing around, he assessed the damage. His right ankle was hurting; he’d landed on it funny during the dive. He wasn’t complaining, though. It was better than being buried. The room itself was scattered with chunks of plaster, his view partially obscured by an exceptionally large chunk. What was left of the place hinted that the building had been a bar at some point. There were overturned or broken tables and an assortment of smashed bottles scattered across the floor. You were more likely to get tetanus than a hangover. Too bad. He wouldn’t have minded a drink. He frowned, placing a hand to his bare head.

If he’d lost his hat, Texas itself wouldn’t be big enough to hide those bastards.

Their lives were spared another day as he spotted his Stetson a few feet from where he was sitting. Right, time to keep moving. The explosion would have attracted attention, which was one thing he didn’t want. Checking to make sure Peacekeeper was still in its holster, he got to his feet, ignoring the throbbing in his ankle. That was a mistake. As soon as he put weight on it, hurt lanced through his leg, buckling it beneath him. He hit the ground, catching himself only inches from the rotten hardwood. He swallowed the forthcoming cry of pain and spat out a curse instead. Well, wasn’t this just perfect?

Propping himself against the wall, McCree considered his options. Injured prey didn’t last very long around here, and unless Mercy was somehow within shouting distance, it wasn’t looking good. He was just at the point where using a chunk of support beam as a crutch sounded like a good idea when he heard it. The roar of a bike engine rapidly approaching. Dammit, were the Deadlock groupies back already?

Peacekeeper flashed in the sunlight as he drew it. He still had enough ammo to deal with one bike load of interlopers. Maybe if he was really lucky, he’d get a new ride out of the deal. As the engine cut off, he held his breath. There were two people, judging by the footsteps, and they were getting closer.

“Bloody Amateurs! Is that what they call an explosion?! There wasn’t even a shockwave!”

Australians.

Shit.

“Well, whatever. If there’s a stash of those party poppers around here, I can still make something decent.”

McCree crouched in a defensive position, mindful of his bad ankle. They were practically on the front step…

“Come on ya big lug! Let’s see what they left!”

With a bang, the door fell off its rusted hinges and crashed to the floor. The culprit was a scrawny man, missing a shirt and most of his hair. He was followed closely by one of the most enormous people McCree had even seen. More surprising was the gas mask that covered his face. Obscured by a large chunk of ceiling, McCree watched them suspiciously. The first man’s head swiveled around the room, apparently fixated on his supply search. As he looked to the far wall, he snorted derisively.

“Look at this mess! Who rigged this?! I crossed better wires when I was in nappies!”

Taken aback, McCree took his attention from the giant long enough to notice his friend in more detail. Now that he was really looking, he could see the man’s height, obvious despite his slouch. There was a tire strapped to his back and his hair was very slightly on fire. He realized immediately who they were.

He’d caught a glimpse of their mugshots on a screen a while back. The news report had said their aliases were Junkrat and Roadhog, two runaways from the Outback who were on a worldwide crime spree. They’d broken into every place from the tower of London to a Japanese arcade. No one was quite sure what the end goal was, but by all accounts, they weren’t easily subdued. And now they were standing only a few feet from him. It would probably take more bullets than he had to take down the both of them. They’d only be preoccupied for so long.

The bigger one-Roadhog- was more interested in the rest of the room than the C-4. McCree’s heart sank as he realized the giant had noticed his fallen hat. He placed a hand on Junkrat’s head, turning it so he faced McCree’s hiding spot and pointed a thick finger directly at it. Junkrat sighed and hobbled over. He was just about to make a break for it, ankle be damned, when Junkrat leapt over the rubble and landed in front of him, blocking his way out.

They stared at each other for a very long second. McCree’s grip on his gun tightened. He tensed as Junkrat’s eyes went wide, waiting for him to lunge for his jugular.

“JESSE MCFREAKING MCCREE!”

When wanted criminals yelled his name, it was usually filled with malice and laced with the promise of retribution. This reminded him more of those girls who used to get weak-kneed over Jack. Junkrat’s dirt covered face lit up like a Christmas tree. He knelt down, face only inches from McCree.

“Hooley Dooley, it’s actually YOU! All the blokes back home talked about how you were the baddest guy stateside! Is it true you used to be in Blackwatch? Holy shit, your arm’s like mine! Can I-?”

Junkrat’s ramble was cut off as he found himself nose to barrel with Peacekeeper. Seeing this, Roadhog lumbered over, moving the obstruction like it was a pile of pillows. He loomed over them warningly. McCree looked past Junkrat’s blond spikes to shoot him a return glare. Junkrat, however, smiled, raising his hands in surrender.

“Ok, ok, not a touchy-feely guy. I get it.” He sat back on his haunches, affording the cowboy some personal space. He only lowered his gun an inch. Roadhog was still giving off an aura of protectiveness. Junkrat was oblivious to the tension, bouncing in place as he took in McCree.

“What’re you doing out here, anyway?” He asked. “Getting the old gang back together? Planning the heist of the century?! BLOWING UP SOME SUITS?!”

McCree watched his gesticulations grow wilder with every question. Did this guy ever stay still? Well, he wasn’t about to let him in on his plans. The whole world would know them by noon. When his silence didn’t dissuade Junkrat’s expectant stare, he decided to go the vague route.

“I’m crashing a party.”

Junkrat snorted. “Sounds boring. You want to hang out with us instead? We’re going to see what they’re hiding in Area 51!”

“Why?”

“Just curious. My money’s on aliens, but ‘Hog’s sure they’re making some sort of super-omnic.”

McCree took in the canisters of explosives draped over Junkrat’s shoulders and Roadhog’s heavily detailed bike/pig tattoo.

“I think y’all are going to have a hard time getting past security.”

Junkrat waved a hand dismissively. “Ah, we know how to be inconspicuous.”

He was pretty sure he heard Roadhog snort.

“Sooo,” Junkrat drawled, leaning forward. “If you don’t want to come to Roswell, how ‘bout we just drop you off at your party? We’ve got a pretty sweet ride, so we can give a lift, right mate?”

Junkrat looked up at Roadhog.

McCree looked up at Roadhog.

Roadhog nodded.

McCree wondered how hard it would be to hop all the way to Kansas. Junkrat must have seen the doubt on his face, because he redoubled his efforts.

“Aw, come on, when you see the bike you’ll change your mind! It’s a classic!” He grabbed McCree’s wrists and yanked him up. As soon as his foot met the floor, McCree gasped sharply, latching on to the taller male to keep himself upright. Junkrat braced the cowboy against his side, enthusiasm replaced with concern.

“You alright? Got a snake in your boot?”

“He’s hurt.” Roadhog rumbled.

“I’m fine.”

Junkrat was unconvinced. He slung McCree’s arm over his shoulders and helped him over to the sturdiest looking table. McCree found himself plunked down on top of it, leg stretched out straight. Junkrat patted his shoulder.

“No worries, we’ll get ya fixed up! I’ve practically got a Ph.D. in DIY doctoring!”

He wasn’t reassured. But Junkrat was already easing off his boot and sock. He ran his organic fingers down the cowboy’s ankle with surprising gentleness. His unruly eyebrows furrowed as his saw the swelling and he shot a glance at Roadhog. Roadhog didn’t move, at least as far as McCree could see, but an understanding still appeared to pass between the two.

“Yeah, good call.” Junkrat said before turning back to McCree.

“Good news, it’s just a helluva sprain! Used’ta get them all the time when I had both my legs! Nothing that’ll keep someone like you down for very long. I’ll get it wrapped up good as new!”

Junkrat reached into the pocket of his cargo shorts and pulled out a roll of surprisingly clean bandages. He worked quickly and precisely. McCree was almost surprised someone so chaotic could be that exact. Probably, he realized with an unpleasant lurch, because he wouldn’t have survived long otherwise.

True to Junkrat’s word, the bandages did the trick. But the time he was done, the ache was already starting to subside, making it easy to slip his shoe back on. He readily accepted the hip flask offered, but upon sniffing the contents, he had to hide a grimace. Was there coffee mixed in with the whiskey? Lowering the flask, he looked back to the Junkers.

“Much obliged.” He said, genuinely thankful. The smile he got in return could have powered an amusement park.

“Anytime! So, doesn’t this mean you’ll tag along with us? We don’t have crutches, but Roadie gives great piggyback rides!” He looked up at his friend hopefully.

Roadhog looked at McCree.

Roadhog looked at Junkrat.

Roadhog nodded.

McCree considered everything, and took a long swig from the flask.

“Sure.” He said, once the urge to gag had passed. “Only as far as Kansas, though.”

Junkrat pumped both fists in the air.

“Yes!” He exclaimed, leaping to his feet and heading for the door. “Let’s load up on boomsticks and hit the road!”

McCree found himself alone with Roadhog. They had a staring contest for a few seconds, before Roadhog held out a peace offering.

“Thanks.” McCree put his Stetson back on and swung one leg off the table. Before he could move the other one, he was lifted up and cradled in a pair of very large arms. To his embarrassment, he realized the Junker intended to carry him bridal style. Hopefully his ankle healed up soon. This wasn’t exactly going to strike fear into the hearts of Deadlock. Upon seeing the look on his face, Roadhog shrugged.

“Already got a passenger.” McCree leaned over Roadhog’s shoulder to see an oversized pachimari plush strapped to his back by netting.

He emptied the flask in one gulp.

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klance-net · 7 years

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💛 September Fics! 💛

Here it is guys; a masterlist of fics added during August and September. Fics are under the cut because it’s a really long post (50+ fics). Enjoy! ♡

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» a change of space by Crawlingthroughashes

"I don't want to kiss you," Lance announces quickly, color rising high on his cheeks. "Ok." "I don't."

» A Love Like Ours by KnifeBinaryPrince

A love like their's will last through any war.

Even those that last ten thousand years.

» And I Miss Space by codevassie

Keith can't sleep on Earth. Neither can Lance. When they run into each other at a diner they end up spending a lot more of their nights together than they ever thought they would.

» Aprovechar el Sol by speaks

When team Voltron finally pushes the Galra out of this sector of the galaxy, Allura surprises the paladins with a visit home for the first time since leaving Earth three years ago.

» A Quarter Past Midnight by Gigapoodle

When Keith found himself standing in front of a hulking blue metal lion, of all things, surrounded by a hexagonal shield like it was straight out of a straight-to-DVD sci-fi movie, he simply guffawed. If this was what the higher beings were trying to guide his hand towards, they could shove that hand up their asses.

» Artistic and Forgetful by salt_n_burn

Keith and Lance are soulmates. When Lance draws on his arm it shows up on Keith's arm as well, and vice versa.

» As If by surveycorpsjean

The five times Lance was his impulse control, and the one time he wasn't.

» caught in orbit by justlikeswitchblades

Keith never thought he could be homesick, since he never had much of a home to begin with.

But Lance's laugh is loud and bright, skin tanned like he's been out in the sun all day, and Keith starts to wonder if he'll ever see that familiar star again.

» Core Relationship by agok

Every four years the Alteans host a giant party called the Core Alliance Celebration in honor of their alliance with the Galra.

» Dance in the Dark by Kaiisan

Lance struggles with sleeping on his own and the ever-present homesickness. Keith tries to help.

» Dancing On The Roof by BleuSarcelle

Thief/Spy Au where they are all spies in charge of stealing gems and Lance took it upon himself to steal every single gem Keith is in charge of. Neither of them notice when he steal his most valuable possession.

» darling, i fall to pieces (when i'm with you) by starglowed

Keith doesn't know how to feel about being leader. The universe is just too heavy for his already star-soaked shoulders.

Luckily, he's got his right hand man with him.

» Does it Bother Anyone Else (that someone else has your name) by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee

The first words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin - Keith was born with 'Hi my name is - ' written over his heart. Lance has 'Holy fuck, are you okay?' scrawled on his arm.

» don't wanna be free by VickyVicarious

In which Lance gives compliments (but not really), and Keith has lots of feelings but zero impulse control.

» dynamic by kagshina

Lance makes a quick list in his head of things he should never do:

1. Ask the boy he has a huge crush on to be his fake boyfriend for the sake of proving a point (even if Lance thinks he’s going to say no, because apparently he might actually say yes!)

» electromagnetic by seabear

Lance spends a lot of time wondering about his place in the universe. And his place with Keith. Oh, also there’s a heist and some fake dating.

» everything, everything by makasouls

Lance McClain will hit on anything with a pulse. Except for Keith, apparently.

Why no, Keith is not bitter.

» french toast by viscrael

“It’s your birthday.”

“Well—I mean, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you had to do all this…”

“Of course it does. I’m your husband. And besides, even if I wasn’t, I care about you. You only turn twenty-eight once.”

» house on fire by ilgaksu

When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he's nineteen, he meets Keith.

» i fall, i fall, i falter by theshoutingslytherin

Lance’s eyes held the type of promise only seen in B-rated romance movies— and yet it didn’t look cheesy on him. If anything, Lance looked intense— like he was so focused on Keith that he wouldn’t even notice if the world burned down around them.

» I know your best was still your worst by perfchan

Keith feels alone and apart from the group as he adjusts to leading Voltron. He gets a little help along the way.

» inferno by yaoikawa

Waves of water crash in, accompanied by a blue hoodie, blue eyes, and a blue heart.

» it could be amazing by queenfrog

“So,” Lance says, and Keith can’t tell if he’s lowering his voice in an attempt to try and sound sexy, or if he’s just adhering to the rules of the library. Lance looks up at him from behind hooded eyelids and smirks. Keith decides it's probably a bit of both. “Do you come here often?”

» just my cup of tea by skyestiel

Keith and Lance settle the great “Tea vs. Coffee Debate” the only way they know how.

» Lost Time by americaswaitress

Allura held her brother close for the last time three quintants before her father shoved her into a cryopod.

» love, explained by freshia

A classic romance told in snippets, Feat. excessive crayon consumption, blood-thirsty swingsets, extreme dodgeball, rocks through windows, and hot chocolate snuggles. (Not necessarily in that order.)

» Make Me Your Home by Reader115

“Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”

» only fools fall for you by 221bdisneystreet

In his own eyes, Keith was stupid, messed up, and a fool. But in his eyes, Keith was someone he loved.

» overtone, undertone, or how keith messed up (but not really). by saudade

When Keith steals Lance's hoody as revenge for how god damn annoying he is, he certainly doesn't expect it to backfire like this.

» Photos and Storms by BambiPB

In which Lance just wanted to take photographs and the sky decided it wasn't going to happen so he runs into the broganes flower shop.

» raindrops on roses by viscrael

He wonders if the rest of the paladins think that way. If they struggle with everyday tasks, if they feel the call of adrenaline again sometimes, if they wake up some mornings antsy and trying to itch a scratch that they can’t touch any more.

» So Very Lucky by Reader115

After hitting it off with Keith at an end-of-summer party last year, Lance was left disappointed when Keith didn’t keep in touch with him. And his excitement over seeing Keith once again the following summer as a fellow camp counselor is dampened immediately by the fact that Keith doesn't seem to remember him at all.

» Soulmate Line by geewillikers

How can Lance explain who Keith's soulmate is when their lines connect, and yet they're total strangers to one another?

» Stories of the Rain by wholesomeklances

Keith might cry in a bathroom stall on the day he moves into his dorm, but little does he know, most endings are also new beginnings.

» The Gambler by yellowskies

"And then he saw it. The string. Tugging at his pinkie, it led directly from his finger to Lance's."

» The Northern Crown by Athenias

Even if his new talent made Allura groan whenever she had the pleasure of overhearing his pick-up lines and got him beat up by more than one of his own soldiers, it was enough to make a Galra general by the name of Keith fall in love with him.

» the meaning of donuts by Katranga

Keith realizes he may, potentially, possibly have some feelings for a certain blue paladin and he is Not Thrilled about it.

» Tidal by noero

Although Keith may not consider himself a theorist, he figures the impulse that fuels his own inertia is the only force that can stop Lance’s aimless velocity. They just fit. Far be it from him question the laws of nature.

» Tying Ties by ohmwork

Lance is a sad space boy and Keith is space boy in love

» ways to fall by padawin

There were many ways to be in love with someone.

» Wear Your Cactus on Your Sleeve by shaqfu

All Lance wanted to do was buy a new cactus for his shop.

» We Can Be Heroes, Just for One Day by spacegaykogane

In which Keith pines and Lance is oblivious. Angst ensues.

» We Keep Loving Anyways by BleuSarcelle

“Take care, sunshine.” Mrs. McClain says softly while smiling and her features turn soft when her son smiles back at her.

“Always, Mama!”

» What A Wonderful Space by VulpesVulpes713

Once, when he was very young, space had simply meant night, when the stars would fade into view one by one, and he was able to count them, until suddenly he would blink and the entire sky would be a canvas of glowing specks that he would eagerly wish upon.

» What Life Throws at You by kaybee

Soulmate AU where the first thing your soulmate says to you appears in the first place they touch you. Featuring clueless idiots Keith and Lance

» when i'm without you (i'm something weak) by jojotxt

Keith wondered how much damage could be done to his dignity if he just threw himself into the oven to avoid the inevitable. Probably not much, really; he didn’t have much of a dignity to begin with.

» Where The Lions Roam by Mytay

" ... tell me why Blue is making the moves on Keith.”

Pidge stared at him, a touch incredulous. “You really haven’t figured it out?”

» you anchor me back down by aknightley

Five missing moments, and a moment that hasn't happened yet.

» you and me are cosmic dust by Yuu_chi

Knowing that your team loves and trust you no matter what and believing it are two very different things

» you'd fly with me by eugyne

It's a year in space before Lance admits aloud that he does not, in fact, hate Keith.

#voltron #vld #klance #keith #lance #ficrec #fic #klancenet

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