#five!Lance: Do a backflip! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

leupagus · 2 months

Text

Three-Legged Puppy Fics

List five of your least-popular fics, as well as when/why you wrote them.

Home to the Weary: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, 2010.

I wrote this at the request of a friend who wanted, I think, something Gwen-centric. Because I was not a fan of the show I decided to focus on an AU in which Gwen backflipped out of that whole situation and founded her own sort of kingdom, only meeting the terrible trio years later. It was really fun and was the first time I'd ever tried writing a fic that hinted at a larger world going on around the characters, if that makes sense. This one's a little pretentious but you can definitely see my "style" as it were.

Treads on the Ground: Babylon (not the sci-fi show, the short-lived british cop show), Liz Garvey/Finn Kirkwood, 2022.

This was written during my Bertie Carvel phase where I'd watched "Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell" and was desperate for something, anything, that didn't have him wearing terrible prosthetics or playing a psycho. He still sort of plays a psycho in this show, but he looks super hot and angry all the time which is really all I needed. (Also bonus hilarity: Liz's boyfriend in this show is played by none other than James Lance, playing "louche asshole" to the absolute hilt.) Anyway I wrote this because I really wanted a fake dating AU for these two AND a "Finn is secretly in line to the throne" fic and this was the perfect way to combine these two. I'm still legitimately really proud of thsi fic.

The Bright Relief: 1776 musical, John Adams & Thomas Jefferson (and a little bit of / in there, if I'm honest), 2010.

I wrote this because my friends waldorph and screamlet and I were having the Summer of 1776 Feelings and we all wrote various (wonderful) crimes and misdemeanors in that fandom, mostly revolving all the ways in people who love John Adams make fun of him. That was a truly terrible summer but made a whole lot better by those two, and by William Daniels being the most John Adams to ever John Adams. (I actually rewatched the miniseries a few months ago and Paul Giamatti does a great job but that thing is SO DREARY. Although I will say Stephen Dillane first caught my eye in the role of TJeff, aka once again playing a guy who's down real bad for someone smarter than him (in this case both Abigail AND John). The scene where he first meets Abigail is just nonstop flirting, with John making faces in the background. It's great.)

Happy Tails To You (Until We Meet Again): SGA, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, 2009.

Oh lordy — probably the worst fic I've ever written, but I can't quite bring myself to delete it. I've been on the periphery of fandom for most of my adult life (what up X-Files yahoo groups and Prodigy Star Trek RP rooms), but SGA was what made me start thinking of writing fic after a long period of only reading it. (Yes, there is college-era gus fic out there. No, I'm not posting it on AO3.) I never quite got a handle on Sheppard or McKay but I did enjoy writing this and the other SGA fic I wrote, but yeah this deserves its obscurity.

Honey Now I'm Not One To Complain: Dalgliesh, Adam Dalgliesh/Kate Miskin, 2022.

Another one of my "Bertie Carvel is extremely attractive when he's sad and/or a cop" flash-fandoms, although I wrote a pretty good primer on the first season that I think gives a good case for the show as a whole. I wanted to write that largely because the show is so resolutely grim and I prefer stories that are... not grim, so I gave myself the challenge of putting these guys into one of the classic tropes. I did toy with the fake dating/marriage trope but honestly I think this was funnier, and I would always rather commit to the bit.

Tagging uhhh let's see, @laiqualaurelote, @themardia, @sadcypress, @auntieclimactic, and @eyebrowofdoom, if they (or anyone else) wants to do this.

#three-legged puppy fic appreciation #ficcage of interest #...very very slight interest

28 notes · View notes

autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

Text

fic rec friday 14

welcome the the fourteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. tell me again, do you love me? by @hiuythn

If it were anybody else, Lance would think they’re messing with him for fun.

But Keith is Keith, straight-forward and guileless. If he’s touching Lance more, it’s only because he’s gotten more comfortable. And on one hand, that’s great, that’s—Lance feels very honored. His heart is doing backflips and aerial stunts and everything. On the other, this is really not helping with his raging crush.

His breaking point turns out to be when Keith, exhausted after a day of subspace meetings, drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder and sighs.

It’s a sigh that says, now I’m comfortable, that admits, I’m recharging, that practically screams, you help.

Hands in his pockets, he lets Lance bear his weight as if he trusts Lance to handle it. Great. That’s just—how dare he. How dare he be so vulnerable with Lance? Who does that?

It’s so enraging that Lance just blurts out, “I’m going to need you to stop doing this before I fall in love with you even more, asshole.”

Keith freezes. - Or, five times Lance acknowledges his feelings for Keith and one time Keith reciprocates.

okay hiuythn is literally one of if not my favourite klance artist to ever cross this fandom. she is, as she has titled herself, the total queen of best friends to lovers. she nails it every time. this fic in particular is somehow exactly what the description says and also not what you expect. i have read this fic dozens of times, i read it every time i really want to smile with my whole heart. this fic is cute and sweet and funny and GOD i love it

2. ‘CAUSE EVERY TIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING by @hiuythn

“It is a blessing,” the high priest warbles. God, he’s so old that Lance is afraid he’ll just expire on the spot. “From our God of Celibacy, to aid you in your fight to keep your bodies free of worldly taint.”

“Okay,” says Lance. “Only we didn’t ask for it. We asked for your planet’s support in a war.”

Beside him, Keith is staring at his bare hand, expression stormy.

Earlier, he had placed it on Lance’s exposed wrist and something like an electric shock had ripped through them at the touch.

“You should’ve told us that participating in your religious ceremony would do this to us,” he says now, a growl under his words.

The high priest falters in his tracks, confused by their lack of gratitude.

Yeah, fuck you, man. Don’t go around giving people spiritual STDs.

yall are gonna get a lot of hiuythn today. and ur gonna like it. bc yet another thing she nails is the black paladin keith red paladin lance dynamic!! theyre so stupid and codependent. i love them. this whole fic is just the funniest premise alive, and no fic makes me laugh like a hiuythn fic. oh and also quick warning that this fic IS explicit, but i encourage u to give it a try even if thats not ur thing bc i guarantee you will be laughing

3. baby sweetheart darling love by @hiuythn

Keith gives Lance a nickname. Lance mistakenly assumes that it’s an insult.

god i love this one. the idea of keith being so whipped that he doesn’t even realise that hes slipping out the fondest nickname in the world every time he speaks...god. i love him. hes so dorky and soft i adore them liek actually

4. skin hunger by @hiuythn

Keith is touch-starved to the point of stupidity. Lance helps. Lance tries to help. Lance tries.

the description alone should have yall clicking the fic fr. its so cute, and yet again the best friends to lovers and black paladin keith/red paladin lance has been completely nailed like i cannot get enough. i would gobble up a thousand fics every single day by her honestly

5. i killed sendak for this by @hiuythn

“I’m married?” Keith blinks. “I’m married to you?”

i actually read this one years ago, before any of the other fics came out for me to obsess over, and i loved it then too!! so sweet and dorky and funny. also flustered down bad keith and flirty suave lance is always a peak dynamic actually

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#this one is almost 100& klance lol #and i pulled another 'all one author' thing again sorry #im annoying #anyways.#vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #friends to lovers #team as family #fluff and humour #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

142 notes · View notes

lanceappreciationblog · 7 months

Note

Oooh I wanna drop my lance headcanon too! 🤩 I think he's the very reason WHY pokemon-trainer acrobatics (like, gymnastic routines but it's done in a pair of pokemon and their trainer) is banned on live television because at some point. His g-men battle got featured in a breaking news during prime time viewing, and the man legit can do a backflip off of one dragonite in mid-air and landing perfectly on the back of another (while the first dragonite used hyper beam on some poor criminal 😭🤚). The amount of kids that started doing that stunt unsupervised at home with their flying-type pokemon....... jshdjdsh T___T. It took lance giving an official statement on the behalf of the g-men and the indigo league for the kids to FINALLY stop, but that viral stunt of his still became the reason why champion leon liked to skydive from his charizard like a madman 🤭. That would be the first thing that leon would say to lance when he met him before their exhibition match in galar and oooh boy, lance definitely cycled through five stages of grief in that moment 🤣

HAHAHA. I can totally picture this!

Lance would wake up the day after, open his phone, and see "CHAMPION LANCE PARKOUR POKÉFLIP CHALLENGE" trending on social media and start to massage his temples at what he just created LMAO.

And sometimes when people see him flying above on Dragonite he would hear kids scream "DO THE FLIP!" And as the responsible adult, he would have to decline, if even they're fans.

#lance #hc #mod speaks #souenkun #champion lace #pokemon

12 notes · View notes

dailyklanceficrecs · 2 years

Text

tell me again, do you love me? by hiuythn

If it were anybody else, Lance would think they’re messing with him for fun.

His breaking point turns out to be when Keith, exhausted after a day of subspace meetings, drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder and sighs.

It’s a sigh that says, now I’m comfortable, that admits, I’m recharging, that practically screams, you help.

Hands in his pockets, he lets Lance bear his weight as if he trusts Lance to handle it. Great. That’s just—how dare he. How dare he be so vulnerable with Lance? Who does that?

It’s so enraging that Lance just blurts out, “I’m going to need you to stop doing this before I fall in love with you even more, asshole.”

Keith freezes.

Or, five times Lance acknowledges his feelings for Keith and one time Keith reciprocates.

[words: 6,200, chapters: 1/1, rating: G]

#klance #klance fic #voltron #5-10k #canon divergent #fav #general audiences #5+1 things

91 notes · View notes

ashkazora · 3 years

Note

Five Lance meeting pre voltron Lance though- Pre/s1 Lance: *finger guns* Five Lance: Pull the trigger, coward!

Pre-canon!Lance: My depression is chronic and my memes are ironic.

Five!Lance, knowing full well he doesn’t get depression and his humour doesn’t turn ironic until after s8: Sure, Jan.

Pre-canon!Lance and Five!Lance meeting would be... interesting, to say the least. Five!Lance looks at his younger self and sees what could have been. Once upon a time, he too was young, rather carefree, and full of humour. Back then, his biggest issues was insecurities, and whether Pidge and Hunk would cooperate enough in the flying sims for him to stay as a fighter pilot. On the other hand, pre-canon!Lance would be unpleasantly surprised on how he turned out though they would recreate the Spiderman pointing meme

I could definitely go more in depth about this, but let’s just say for now that despite the potential humour of their meeting, it’s definitely a sombre affair. pre!Lance looks at his older self and wonders want went wrong, while Five!Lance wishes for the god old days.

#SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY MADE THIS ANGSTY #well not sorry. but still #just imagine the Spiderman meme..... I love it LMAO #okay but #pre-canon!Lance on the edge of a cliff: I'm gonna jump!#five!Lance: Do a backflip!#one day I'll write a whole ass essay about how tragic five!Lance is because seriously #that dude is messed up but in a sad way #thank you so much for the ask anon!#Highly I laughed hard enough to wake up my dog (this is the second time this has happened LMAO)#five!lance au #ask #anon #vld #oh also. I'm very sorry for answering this like 3 days late #ya girl was going through some Things(tm)#but I'm back babey!

8 notes · View notes

klance-fics · 2 years

Note

ok here’s an oddly specific trope, but…

do u guys have any fics where one of them is pining (preferable keith but doesn’t rlly matter) and they’re forced to reveal their crush or their crush is outted?

okay these two fics are the first that got to mind tbh, first is with keith's feelings second (which is also one of my all time faves) is with lance's

giggles and crushes (and absolute mortification)

jilliancares

They just need to feel five strong emotions each, and then they'll be free from the simulation. That's it.

Except Keith has yet to feel embarrassed.

tell me again, do you love me?

hiuythn

If it were anybody else, Lance would think they’re messing with him for fun.

His breaking point turns out to be when Keith, exhausted after a day of subspace meetings, drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder and sighs.

It’s a sigh that says, now I’m comfortable, that admits, I’m recharging, that practically screams, you help.

Hands in his pockets, he lets Lance bear his weight as if he trusts Lance to handle it. Great. That’s just—how dare he. How dare he be so vulnerable with Lance? Who does that?

It’s so enraging that Lance just blurts out, “I’m going to need you to stop doing this before I fall in love with you even more, asshole.”

Keith freezes. - Or, five times Lance acknowledges his feelings for Keith and one time Keith reciprocates.

#mod dem #klance fic rec #forced confessions

26 notes · View notes

klanceficatalogue · 3 years

Text

tell me again, do you love me? by hiuythn (1/1 | 6,200 | General)

If it were anybody else, Lance would think they’re messing with him for fun.

His breaking point turns out to be when Keith, exhausted after a day of subspace meetings, drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder and sighs.

It’s a sigh that says, now I’m comfortable, that admits, I’m recharging, that practically screams, you help.

Hands in his pockets, he lets Lance bear his weight as if he trusts Lance to handle it. Great. That’s just—how dare he. How dare he be so vulnerable with Lance? Who does that?

It’s so enraging that Lance just blurts out, “I’m going to need you to stop doing this before I fall in love with you even more, asshole.”

Keith freezes.

Or, five times Lance acknowledges his feelings for Keith and one time Keith reciprocates.

#emilys favs #THIS IS SO CUTE #fluff #5+1 #general #5to10k

134 notes · View notes

klancefics-cache · 3 years

Note

Hi! Do you have any fave one-shots or shorter fics? thank you 🥰✨

sure !! i tend to read very long one shots so i’m not sure what can be counted as short in my eyes anymore >< enjoy <3!!

i want to kiss you there by taylortot

(chapters: 1/1 | 2010 words | T)

in which they decide to keep it quiet and keith can't stop staring

I think that [he] could be... by youraveragemushroom

(chapters: 1/1 | 9892 words | T)

...the better half of me.

Keith recounts his time from the quantum abyss. Or, he starts to realize the inevitability Lance McClain—specifically, Lance McClain in his heart, in his life, and in his future.

“Three years, huh?” he teased, smirking.

“Please forget you heard that,” Lance pleaded, dropping his hands and staring at Keith down the slope of his nose. “Is there any way I can ask you to never bring that up?”

“Not a chance, sharpshooter,” Keith chuckled, feeling his smirk stretch into something more real. He was too far gone for this boy to even attempt to school his features into something less obvious.

tell me again, do you love me? by hiuythn

(chapters: 1/1 | 6200 words | G)

If it were anybody else, Lance would think they’re messing with him for fun.

His breaking point turns out to be when Keith, exhausted after a day of subspace meetings, drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder and sighs.

It’s a sigh that says, now I’m comfortable, that admits, I’m recharging, that practically screams, you help.

Hands in his pockets, he lets Lance bear his weight as if he trusts Lance to handle it. Great. That’s just—how dare he. How dare he be so vulnerable with Lance? Who does that?

It’s so enraging that Lance just blurts out, “I’m going to need you to stop doing this before I fall in love with you even more, asshole.”

Keith freezes.

Or, five times Lance acknowledges his feelings for Keith and one time Keith reciprocates.

you’re lucky that’s what I like by zenstrike

(chapters: 1/1 | 4158 words | T)

Lance rescues a hamster from certain doom.

or, Lance has Keith wrapped around his little finger and doesn’t even realize it.

#klance #klance fic recs #klance fic rec #klance fics #voltron #vld #oneshot

42 notes · View notes

phiixomath · 3 years

Text

fics i read this week | 07-13/06/21

enjoy all the best fanfiction pieces from this week, one-shot style, where it’s all about the journey.

organised by length favourite is marked with an *

bench press me @eggboi rating: t | word count: 1.5k+ | 1/1

“The hell are you doing?” Keith grumbles out, body mid-push up. There’s a snicker behind him, too close to his ears, though Keith can’t really understand what would be so amusing about this. Then again, he’s not really sure why Lance is lying on him while he’s doing push ups either. Other than to be, of course, annoying.

“Nothing.” Lance finally says. Keith hears the grin in his voice, which only proves to irritate him a little more. ‘Nothing’ his ass. “Continue with what you’re doing, Mr. ‘I’m-Too-Good-For-Socialization’.”

(Lance, as always, tries to annoy Keith by making his exercise harder. It doesn’t work. At all.)

in english, please @orphan_account rating: t | word count: ~5k | 1/1

Lance thinks he can get away with flirting with Keith if it's in Spanish. Lance thinks if he says the words angrily enough no one will catch on to the ruse. Lance thinks his secret crush is safe. Lance, my friends, is very...very wrong.

tell me again, do you love me? @hiuythn rating: g | word count: 6k | 1/1

If it were anybody else, Lance would think they’re messing with him for fun.

But Keith is Keith, straight-forward and guileless. If he’s touching Lance more, it’s only because he’s gotten more comfortable. And on one hand, that’s great, that’s—Lance feels very honoured. His heart is doing backflips and aerial stunts and everything. On the other, this is really not helping with his raging crush.

His breaking point turns out to be when Keith, exhausted after a day of subspace meetings, drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder and sighs.

It’s a sigh that says, now I’m comfortable, that admits, I’m recharging, that practically screams, you help.

Hands in his pockets, he lets Lance bear his weight as if he trusts Lance to handle it. Great. That’s just—how dare he. How dare he be so vulnerable with Lance? Who does that?

It’s so enraging that Lance just blurts out, “I’m going to need you to stop doing this before I fall in love with you even more, asshole.”

Keith freezes.

Or, five times Lance acknowledges his feelings for Keith and one time Keith reciprocates.

*i want your heavens and your oceans too @mothpoem rating: t | word count: 11.5k+ | 1/1

“Not—not that you’d be my rebound! I mean, you’d be helping me take my mind off of this guy, but to be a rebound, I’d have to have dated him first, I think, and he doesn’t even know I like him, so. You wouldn’t be a rebound. At worst, we become badass partners-in-crime with a grudging respect for each other, at best, we’re soulmates for life and this is fate trying to help us find happiness. So. Um.” Lance swallows and looks up at the Blade of Marmora soldier through his lashes. “What say you?”

They look down at their hands for a moment, fingers twisting together in deep thought. Then they’re pulling their gloves off, revealing pale, half-bruised knuckles of the human variation, and their mask is dissolving, giving way to big blue-purple eyes and an achingly familiar jet-black cowlick. “Who,” says Keith Kogane, in that low-pitched rumble that makes Lance’s stomach roil in the good way—holy fuck—“is this guy you’re trying to get over?”

eternity (was in our lips and our eyes) @thespacenico rating: t | word count: 28.5k | 1/1

Lance feels like he's on the cusp of a life-changing revelation. "I told him not to tell you." And this time, Keith doesn't seem to have trouble asking the unavoidable question: "Why?" Lance looks at Keith, and everything falls into place. A life-changing, mind-blowing, head-splitting, earth-shattering revelation.

#firtw #fics i read this week #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #klance #yall cannot believe the klance fics i've been reading #keith kogane #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #pidge holt #takashi shirogane

16 notes · View notes

hiuythn · 4 years

Text

tell me again, do you love me?

pairing: klance

tags: 5 + 1 Things, Pining Lance, Humor

summary:

If it were anybody else, Lance would think they’re messing with him for fun.

His breaking point turns out to be when Keith, exhausted after a day of subspace meetings, drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder and sighs.

It’s a sigh that says, now I’m comfortable, that admits, I’m recharging, that practically screams, you help.

Hands in his pockets, he lets Lance bear his weight as if he trusts Lance to handle it. Great. That’s just—how dare he. How dare he be so vulnerable with Lance? Who does that?

It’s so enraging that Lance just blurts out, “I’m going to need you to stop doing this before I fall in love with you even more, asshole.”

Keith freezes. - Or, five times Lance acknowledges his feelings for Keith and one time Keith reciprocates.

#hi i'm back #this was a gift for jillian #i need to go to work in half an hour #and you're gonna be gone soon packing and stuff #so i kinda rushed it a bit but i hope you still like it b #💖💖💖💖#klance #my writing

173 notes · View notes

wu-sisyphus-gang · 3 years

Text

Motion Sickness Chapter 39

pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq

I took my position alongside the mansion. Stealth was the goal and it was the dead of night which made my semblance a no-no. My semblance was the antithesis of stealth. I waited next to Neapolitan for a pair of guards to approach the same blind corner we'd snagged Nickel from and killed his buddy.

Random chance that we ended up with Nickel and depositing the other guard's body in an alley. I suppose Nickel ended up in an alley too so there's that.

A patrol was coming up.

I activated my semblance at the last second and spent it leaping out and grabbing one of the pair. "Hey-gck." I broke his neck by using my semblance on the move. He had aura and I just went right through it. It was blue colored and small compared to the flare of my semblance. A double flash of blue accompanied the sound of breaking bones and cartilage.

The shattered moon shone it's soft light down overhead, giving everything an otherworldly appearance.

Neapolitan brought her's down much more stealthily. She smirked up at me to rub it in while she choked the dude she was holding to death or unconsciousness.

We dragged them into the mansion's blind corner. I stepped up, jumped off the wall, and pulled a security camera off the wall and crushed it with my bare hands. The metal crumpled beneath my fingers.

"How long do you figure we have?"

She held up five fingers.

I nodded in relative agreement. It could be as many as five minutes. That wasn't all that much time all things considered. In a fight it was practically forever but for a series of fights as we infiltrated? Not so much. I started charging up my next Limit Break. When we moved we moved together like we'd practiced it. In truth we were both relatively skilled hunters. This just came par for the course. I pulled my longsword and tried to jimmy the mansion doors open with the tip of the shorter, thinner blade.

Neapolitan teleported up high on the mansion walls and disabled another security camera. Whoever was supposed to be watching those wasn't doing a good job. Or malfunctions were common in which case Don Corneo deserved this. He deserved what we were about to bring down on him.

I struggled with the lock. The long blade I was using wasn't designed for this kind of play. In the end I resolved to simply cut it at the lock. I stepped back, took careful aim, and swept my sword down at the door. I hit the lock dead on and prayed I wouldn't trigger an electric alarm system.

Cink.

The door opened and we trickled inside. No alarms went off. Maybe it was luck or maybe there wasn't one in set up at the door. Could be a silent alarm, too.

Inside there were places the plaster had been redone recently. They stood out amongst the neater walls as the places most likely to conceal explosives. I entered into a fine atrium, nowhere near as large as that of Haven's. There were five guards there. I brought my sword to bear and Neapolitan silenced them with her semblance.

We were on them. I brought the longsword around and neatly divided one's shoulders. I side-flipped through the air, low to the ground, both hands on Crocea Mors with the shield still on my back and cut into another with two rapid horizontal swings.

One of them was trying to speak into a microphone at his collar. Barking out commands for reinforcements or similar but it came out hushed. I cut him down with a piercing movement that ran him through near the heart.

The mansion's quarters were tight. I thought it would be best to just use the longsword for now.

Neo killed one by stabbing down through the collar bone down into the chest cavity. A spray of bullets chased her and silently shattered a large chandelier. It fell to the ground and scattered across the ground. She backflipped and cartwheeled back away from the arms fire, her eyes drawn in focus.

Her gaze fluttered. Her eyes rolling back in her head and her eyelids moving fast as she tried to concentrate. I got between her and the shooter. Blocking her with my body and shielding her from the damage.

I was on to the last man by then. I picked him up with one hand and drove my sword through his chest with the other. My shield was slightly folded in sheath form on my back and my breastplate shone in the darkness.

Things were going well. The current objective was to get at least Neo into the Don's office. That was our win condition. Our lose condition was getting caught too soon and being forced to fight all the guards and wading through the minefield. In that case we wouldn't even get the Don. He'd be sealed away inside his little vault and not even Limit would let me get access to him.

The chandelier had scattered glass all across the floor and it crunched under my boots as Neo let sound return to the room. Her semblance was fucking crazy. Though mine was a little like that too. Mine was about damage and raw skill. Her's, on the other hand, had utility in spades.

She could put up both visual and auditory illusions and had at the very least some kind of short range teleportation feature. Maybe longer than I thought, but she could do about fifty feet in my estimation. That's the biggest cap I'd seen on her doing it.

She was how I was going to win this thing.

Soft blue light preambled through the atrium and windows. The moon was high tonight and light trickled into the now dark mansion from outside.

"You ready?" I whispered.

She just gave me an eager grin and we proceeded through the house. There was a choke point ahead with more guards. Neo hushed them and I started cutting them down.

This room still had the lights on unlike the atrium and the blood was plainly visible in the soft yellow lights as it splashed across a fine painting.

I tried to cut through flesh and met aura. I sent the man stumbling even if I didn't kill him. He fell down to his knees and tried to rise. A wordless shout at his lips.

I thrust up under the ribs of another and charged a little. My semblance activated. I used the speed and strength to slice another nearly in half. He fell down in a silent scream.

I came back to the one with aura and I spent my semblance on a whirlwind of attacks. The same one I'd done to Cinder. His head hit the ceiling hard enough to crack it and he died from the trauma I put his torso through before I flung him. His red aura shattered under my assault. I'd perfectly timed the arrival of my semblance to deal with this more difficult foe.

Machine gun fire peppered my back and I lanced out with a leap and reached out, grabbed the man and tossed him behind me into Neapolitan's waiting arms. She put the small blade into his throat and beamed as he died in her loving arms.

I looked around and spotted a security camera. I pointed it out to Neo as I sliced the last guard down and she destroyed it.

We had to be fast. This whole operation was speed dependent. Otherwise the Don might start setting off his explosives and calling his men enforce. Neo drew back from where she put her blade through the camera.

Anything could give us away. Missing camera feeds or guards which didn't check in when they were supposed to. Plus someone could come across the bodies we were leaving behind in our wake. I figured that might give us away, too.

There was a plan B. I had an explosive that might be able to crack the vault open but without knowing what kind of locks were on it I'd had to make a guess with the fire dust crystal.

Neo had watched me rig the thing up with rapt attention back in the motel room with the dead man still on the chair.

"Just in case."

I'd said.

"Might be able to blow our way into the thing. You think you can teleport through a crack in the wall?"

She'd just nodded. It was good to have back up plans. If nothing else we'd make the Don uncomfortable and he'd probably be loath to call the police and have them go through his house. The last thing he wanted was cops around.

We might be able to wait him out. He'd have to come out eventually. Of course if his men overwhelmed and killed us it would be over.

Killed me, rather. Neo could just escape.

For now she was sticking things out with me because I was fun and I might get her that shot at Cinder. If that changed I'd be willing to bet she'd be gone.

We battled our way through a hushed corridor next. Neo's parasol was bullet proof, probably with webbed Titania. And she led the charge with her legs. A flurry of kicks broke the lead sentry's neck. I leapt over her and brought my sword down on the next. I went right through the gun he tried to raise to shield himself and bit deep at the collar. He went down.

If our map was accurate, that just left the Don's office ahead.

He was the first to notice us in the next well lit room.

I rolled into the room and thrust forward into a guard's stomach only to meet aura. I stood and slashed at him once, twice, thrice at the neck until I got through. Neo handled a guard with an electric stick by using his own charging momentum to fling him into the ceiling.

The electric door to the vault started to slowly close.

It was big with these metal knobs which would undoubtedly be hard to blast through or force open.

The Don was on the other side in a disheveled office with a mahogany table hammering away at a button.

Limit activated as I sliced into the stomach of another aura ridden sentry. I'd get through the last two of them eventually but not soon enough.

I used my great strength and an arcing wide swung to clock one in the head. He dropped like a sack of rocks from the trauma to his head. Then I stepped forward and smashed the pommel of my sword into the nose of the last hard enough to drive it back into his head.

I flicked my weapon into the door to wedge it open. The Titania in my sword groaned but held. The metal really was incredible. Maybe a bit of edge warping but nothing I couldn't get repaired if the rest of this op went well.

I gestured to Neo and she flickered inside through the tiny gap in the door. She pulled the Don's hand off the button and hit a different one and the door started to open.

I strode inside and Neo unhushed us.

"So," I said with heavy footfalls. "Should I tell you how this plays out or let you guess?" He leaned away from us with fear in his eyes.

I pressed a button with an arrow to the left on his desk, the same way the door was going and the mechanical vault closed behind me, reversing a second time on electric hinges.

Wide eyed, he was locked in with us.

pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq

I examined the edge warp on Crocea Mors with a scowl. There were some things that were sacred, some things that should remain as they were. For gods' sake if my mind and body weren't one of them then my sword should be.

The warp wasn't severe enough that the blade wouldn't sheath or anything. And it wasn't in a bad location per se, about midway between the hilt and tip. It could be worse, I decided.

I looked from the blade's edge down at Don Corneo.

From the corner of my eye, a shadow jumped out at me and I turned swiftly, prepared for more of a fight.

There was a secondary security deposit box at the edge of the room. At a guess that was where all the Lien was. Maybe the adrenaline just had me jumpy, was all. I hoped I wasn't going to start seizing. That would be pretty bad right here and now.

I put my sword in the shield and put my face down in Don Corneo's. I said nothing.

"Please…" he begged from his comfy looking chair.

"Listen, my friend here likes to torture people. She likes it a lot. She even gets off on it a little. A bit like you do with honey bee costumes."

He looked over at Neo and she nodded, eyes full of mirth as she loomed over him in those heels. A wicked smile etched in her face.

He shuddered. Maybe he didn't get off on those costumes anymore. "Wait… You haven't even told me what you want…"

I was maybe letting him stew in it.

"You're going to give us all your money. All of it. Every last Lien."

"You don't understand," he pleaded. "Cash is pretty much all I have right now. I'll be destitute."

"You hear that?" I asked Neo. "Cash rich and asset poor."

She smirked up at me. I bent back down over Corneo.

"You have your body. You have your life. You want to keep them?" I pulled out my explosive and stuck it to the smaller vault. Then I slammed his head right next to it.

"Oh please. Oh please. Gods please don't."

"See I don't really need your cooperation. I don't really need you to open this little vault. I can open it and your head at the same time. I can hand you over to my friend here and she'll cut your balls off and she'll like it too. There's only one way you get clear of this mess alive."

I wasn't really going to set it off while we were locked in this airtight compartment. But I could always open the door a little and give it some space. I could maybe survive an explosion like that. Maybe. But I would be none too fresh afterward and we still needed to fight our way out of here.

"Please I'll be nothing. I'll be no one."

"Cut his fingers off."

She held his hand out against the vault wall and drew her blade from her parasol.

"Fine! Fine! I'll open it, I'll do it. Just don't hurt me. Please!"

She cut him anyways and he screamed. His thumb dropped to the floor at my feet. I held his head against the little vault while Neo worked at his hand.

I looked at his desk. It seems the Don got a fancy looking new scroll, too, after Weiss made off with his last one.

"And I want your scroll, too."

He whimpered quietly.

"I'll do it. I'll do it please no more. Please."

Suffice to say we got the safety deposit box open and made off like criminals. I let Neo kill him too, couldn't let him start blowing things up on us or calling his guards.

There were millions of Lien in the little vault. We even had to leave some behind just because we couldn't carry it all.

"A thousand Lien for you." I counted out. "And one thousand for me."

She grinned down at me while I worked. Something nostalgic in her smile. Maybe a little wistful.

I let her think what she wanted. It'd be only cruel to crush her dreams and memories.

pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq pq

-WG

#war of the roses #ff7 #ffvii #cloud!jaune arc #sephiroth!Jaune arc #rwby #white rose #whiterose #white knight #whiteknight #jaune arc #neapolitan #motion sickness #lancaster #altpower #altsemblance

4 notes · View notes

buttdawg · 4 years

Text

Casino Battle Royal

Not big on these, but I’m sort of looking forward to this, because this’ll be the first CBR where I probably know all 21 guys in it.

First Five: Trent?, Chris Daniels, “Rock Hard (?)” Jake Hager, The Blade, RrrrrrrrrRRRey Fenix

Okay, so is “Rock Hard” a rib? Because that’s fucking stupid.

Also, when the Blade comes out solo, they should trim the intro to their theme song, where the creepy voice says “The Butcher and...” Just have it go “The Blade” and play the song from that point.

Also, are they going to play all 21 guys’ entrance themes, because that’s going to get old real fast.

Second Five: Frankie Kazarian, Will Hobbs, Chuck Taylor, SANTANA AND ORTIZ

Fuck yeah, PnP out here kicking everybody’s ass. Well, mainly Best Friends, but you gotta start somewhere.

I don’t know how long Rey Fenix has been in wrestling, but it’s amazing to me that WWE’s wanted a “new” Rey Mysterio for almost twenty years, and they could have signed Rey Fenix at any time but they were too busy drinking stupid juice to do it.

Third Five: The BAD ASS BILLY GUNN, Pentagon, but we’re calling him Penta El Zero M now for whatever reason, I don’t care. Absolute Ricky Starks and DA MACHEEEN BRIAN CAGE already threw out Billy. Darby Allin and his skateboard.

I guess we just found out if you get tossed out and land on that elevated entranceway, it counts as an elimination. Chuck and Trent hug and Chuck immediately gets eliminated. This is exactly why Sue’s van has gone unavenged.

Fourth Five: Shawn Spears (w/his shitty theme song), Eddie Kingston and the Butcher, Sonny Kiss, LANCE THE FUCK ARCHER

Shawn opting for the Jerry Lawler strategy of doing commentary during the match.

Lance just barrels on in and killdozers everyone! Cool!

Soony eliminated Jake Hager, which is pretty cool!

I guess Jake Roberts brought his snake, but I don’t see why.

The Last Guy: Matt Sidal (?) His first move was to botch off the top rope. Am I supposed to know who this guy is? Glad to see AEW honoring the tradition of the CBR’s of 2019.

Are they setting off fireworks during the battle royal? JR says it’s from the baseball stadium nearby?

I just noticed Cage’s multicolor gear. Holy shit.

Darby eliminated Ricky so Ricky and Cage throw Darby in a body bag full of tacks. This is fucking stupid and I love it. Holy SHIT, Cage threw the bag over the top rope with Darby in it! This is insane.

Matt Sidal takes a spinebuster on the tacks. Maybe he should have called in sick for this one.

Archer and Cage having a HOSS WAR. Cage reverses a chokeslam into a BACKFLIP. I think he was about to try a 619 on Lance, but Will Hobbs intercepted, and Archer eliminated them both. Everybody dies!

Final four are Matt Sidal, Butcher, Eddie Kingston, and shit Lance just eliminated Butcher in the time it took me to write this sentence.

Eddie with the advantage, but Jake has the SNAKE.... hypothetically, since he never takes it out of the bag. I guess Eddie’s scared of snakes, or bags that may contain them. Doesn’t matter because my guy LANCE ARCHER just won. Something something body dies.

#aew #aew casino battle royal #aew all out 2020 #everybody fucking dies

2 notes · View notes

breathings-of-the-heart · 5 years

Text

Levi x Reader Part 1

Love me Black and Blue

A/N: It’s been a hot minute but voila! Part one!! Good news is, I’m currently on winter break and quite motivated to write. Other good news: Part three is nearly complete and four is already finished :) Going to work on the next part right after posting this. (I write very much out of order if I have scenes pre-planned-- I tend to be more inspired to type out certain things that aren’t necesarrily chronoligical haha.) Anyways, Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate!! Hope you enjoy!! The next part will defs have more romance.

P.S. This gif gives me life. Happy birthday, Heichou!! <3

(Part 2)

“Her. Who’s that?” Lance Corporal Levi questioned, nodding over to a small, (h/c) haired young woman. She was midway through her exam, slashing at titan replicas with speed that nearly surpassed his own. Her touch of finesse when riding her gear caught everyone’s attention, and all present members in camp turned to watch as she tore through the thick napes like it was childsplay. One popped up behind her, and as if she could sense it, she slit through the cardboard cutout, slashing it from top to bottom in the blink of an eye.

Erwin turned to his shorter comrade, who was observing the girl thoughtfully.

“Ah, yes. That one’s a good pick, for sure.” The blonde male noted. “(Y/N) (L/N). Just turned twenty, finished top of her class, and quite compatible with others. Considering having an addition to give you an even numbered squad is so last-minute, that factor will work in your favor.”

“Kill count?” Levi continued, watching as the girl of conversation landed on her feet, blowing a strand of hair from her face. Many individuals came up to her, chattering excitedly at the adept abilities she had just displayed. (Y/N) in turn gave a blinding, closed-eye smile, blushing at the attention.

When on the ground, she looked as unthreatening as they come, and Levi half-wondered if he was looking at the same person. Erwin smirked at his question.

“Thirteen solo, and eighteen in total.”

“Tch. She’s been out of training for three years. Most soldiers in the regiment die before killing that many,” he remarked incredulously. “And she looks more like the head-in-the-clouds type.”

The commander shrugged.

“She started out in the Military Police and was an active soldier on duty during The Fall of Wall Maria. Surprisingly transferred to the Survey Corps immediately after she heard about its occurence.”

The raven said nothing.

“Not sure if that changes your opinion, but it’s your choice, at the end of the day, Levi,” Erwin added, crossing his arms.

Said girl felt eyes burning into her, and shifted her gaze towards the two men. Her electric, seemingly all-knowing eyes met Levi’s, and she tilted her head in question. (Y/N)’s entire being gave an image of gentleness he’d never seen before, which increased the captain’s skepticism further. It didn’t seem as if this girl was hardened by reality like most soldiers. Quite the paradox.

Levi merely grunted in response.

“How curious. Call her over,” he instructed, one hand placed firmly on his hip as he broke their shared eye-contact.

“(L/N)!”

(Y/N) bid goodbye to her group of admirers, jogging over to where her two superiors stood as if expecting to be summoned. She pounded her fist over her heart, another behind her back, expression morphing into one of sobriety.

“Sir!” she exclaimed, voice containing more conviction than Levi expected. It was stern, yet fitting. But she was young. Barely an adult.

“At ease. (Y/N), this is Lance Corporal Levi Ackerman,” Erwin introduced. She peeked at the man in regard once again and went slightly pink, dropping her arms to her sides.

“Yes, sir. I’m well aware.” (Y/N) turned to acknowledge Levi directly. “I’m sure there isn’t a soul out there that doesn’t know what you’ve done for humanity.” Her voice was light yet she didn’t make her awe towards Levi expressive as most people he encountered did. It was obvious enough to anyone with an eye for reading emotion that she was, indeed, exactly that. It was a stimulating first impression.

She was unable to meet his eyes as the compliment spewed out of her mouth, though. Levi tilted his head curiously.

“He would like a word,” Erwin explained, quenching some of (Y/N)’s clear spirit of inquiry. “I’ll be in my office. Come find me when you’re finished.”

“Not a moment after, Commander.”

He nodded in approval and turned heel, striding dutifully back towards the castle where the base of the Scouting Regiment was temporarily settled. Everyone who turned to watch the interaction went along with their business, leaving the camp bustling with activity. Levi’s stare darted back towards the tiny female. He analyzed her for a minute, watching as she grew more flushed and uncomfortable under his piercing gaze.

“I’m recruiting you to my squad,” he told (Y/N), out of the blue. Her eyes widened in surprise and her head snapped up to look back at the stoic soldier. She paused a moment as if waiting for him to correct the statement, or reconsider.

Good. So she wasn’t cocky, either.

“R-really? Me?” she spluttered, body stiff.

“Tch. Are you stupid?” The cold comment caught (Y/N) off guard. His cold reputation preceded itself, yet the words were like a smack in the face. She stared at the ground in embarrassment, suddenly finding interest in the mixed sediment and patches of grass beneath her.

“I just meant--”

“--you’ll meet the others tomorrow. Don’t make me regret choosing you. I don’t like wasting my time on titan fodder.” He cut her off, as if uninterested in what she had to say.

“O-okay. Thank you for the opportunity,” she began.

But by the time the sentence left Levi’s lips, he was gone. (Y/N) facepalmed, willing her racing heart to calm itself.

She was so self-absorbed with her baffled state that she failed to notice Levi stop, scanning her once more before letting himself disappear out of sight with a slight shake of his head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your green cloak fluttered in the wind as air rushed around you, the earth seeming to barely match your pace as you rode the omni-directional mobility gear strapped to your legs. Natural instinct took over, hands and mind working as one. You backflipped and twisted elegantly through the buildings, relishing in a state of weightlessness as your eyes locked onto a target. Shooting out the grappling hooks, you lurched forward and spun around to face the sky, arms reaching towards it. Your eyelids fluttered shut. Quickly launching yourself upwards in the heat of the moment, slashing titans as you passed. The color of the roofs blurred, melting together into a sea of reds and browns and mixing with the blue shades of the upper atmosphere.

“(Y/N)! Watch out!” Eld called, forcing you to snap your eyes open. An irregular titan leapt onto one of the many conjoined houses, both arms outstretched in your direction as it prepared to jump once more, its speed alarmingly fast.

You paused for a moment to inhale deeply, going limp and falling towards the ground. Your hair whipped around like ribbons, framing the whistling sounds that filled the air. These motions were captivating to the eye, every movement calculated yet, outwardly, looked effortless. You relaxed into each one.

Its outstretched fingers grazed your uniform as you fell, and from the corner of your eye you observed Gunther and Petra latch themselves onto it, blades running through titan flesh as they worked as one.

Just as the ground was a mere five inches away, you pulled up with one hook, in a vertical stance once again and pivoting in circles with the grace of a ballerina, finishing the titan off with the last hit to its nape. You let your head fall back, and when a high ledge presented itself, slowed down and tumbled forward. Sunlight perforated through more clearly here, highlighting the soft landing as you touched down on both your feet. It was as if the 3D maneuver gear were your wings— an extension of yourself.

Petra and Gunther stood a few feet away, the steaming human-looking beast slung over the edifice. Gunther was grinning at you in admiration as your strawberry-blonde comrade ran over, clearly exasperated.

“How do you make it look so elegant?” she implored, studying you brush a strand of hair away from your face as if she could decode the simple mannerism into her answer. You brushed yourself off, striding towards the other member of Levi squad.

“Hush up, Petra. Stop selling yourself short,” you scolded. “You make it look that way too; you just have no way of observing yourself to realize.”

Said girl smiled, amazed at your kindness as she stared at her own gear. It was short-lived though, as you all sprung into action once more at an approaching 15 meter.

Despite the banter, you all knew the situation was grim. The announcement given only hours ago replayed in your mind.

“What do you mean, a breach?!” you shrieked, eyes wide as the mess hall scrambled about, preparing their horses and suiting into ODM gear. The piece of bread in your hand fell to the ground as you sprung to your feet, the solemnity in the fellow scouts’ eyes nearly convincing enough to consider the possibility of such a ridiculous statement.

Eld snapped his fingers in front of your face, regaining your attention.

“I mean exactly what I said,” he replied, hurriedly. “We’re on damage control. They’re calling it the armored titan; it supposedly smashed through the wall after the colossal appeared.”

Petra, from her spot standing next to you, gripped your wrist harshly. Confused, you gazed back at her, her doe-eyes blown wide.

“The cadets are all out there,” she whispered, the words barely audible above the noise the other soldiers were making. You suddenly felt nauseous.

You waved as Oluo, Eld, and Levi landed next to you, blood staining their uniforms.

“Captain! What’s the call?” You asked, jogging up to him. He ignored you and scanned for injuries, along with the other two of his squad a ways behind. The area was becoming overwhelming to contain, and information was difficult to spread, so everyone was a on edge.

Levi brushed his bangs from his eyes.

“All of the citizens have been evacuated, but a lot of the cadets are unable to head back over the wall.”

“They’ve run out of gas, apparently,” Oluo elaborated, frowning. You looked at Humanity’s Strongest, confusion flickering in your expression as your disciplined mind urged you to remain calm.

“Isn’t there a bunker with refills available, towards the center of the city?” you inquired. Levi nodded, but his demeanor was pessimistic.

“Titans are surrounding it, preventing those inside from leaving and the rest from loading up on what they need. The Commander says retreating is our best option at this point.”

It seemed that under the orders of their commanding officer, the rest of Squad Levi were willing to reluctantly comply. Your heart sank at the ease of their submission, and you looked around at the hellish invasion in front of you. The whole thing seemed an impossible nightmare.

Back down at the meter attached to your gear, you realized you were starting to run low on fuel as well. Eld, watching as the short girl in front of him deflate, took a step towards your crestfallen stature as the anger built up.

“We can’t just leave them!” you argued, practically snarling at the ridiculousness of the idea. The Captain held his arm out, halting Oluo from getting any closer and glaring at anyone who attempted to comfort you. His stare was intimidating, boring into your skull as if communicating a thousand things at once.

“As an elite squad member, this shouldn’t have to be explained to you,” he reminded. “You’re relatively new to this branch, I understand, so let me provide this simple, life-saving lesson.”

You looked at everyone in disbelief, searching for backup, amazed to find that no one shared the same opinion or was willing to think of another alternative. Instead, they all seemed to shrink under Levi’s change of tone.

Humanity’s Strongest motioned to the rest of the members.

“Meet us on top of Wall Rose.”

They nodded and zipped away, grim with the weighing guilt of leaving. Your gaze shifted to the ground as they tried to catch your eye, but you were unable to meet any of their glances.

You were in for it, for sure.

As soon as they were gone, Levi reached out and gripped the color of your shirt, harshly dragging you forward. His normally expressionless blue-gray orbs were seething, flames practically exploding inside of them. But you refused to flinch.

“You may think you understand the military, but here, especially in the field, it’s a whole different game. You do as you’re instructed, when you’re instructed, no questions asked. Quite simple, isn't it?”

The Captain watched as your face filled with reverie. He raised an eyebrow. You were aware that he was about to speak, and felt uncomfortable underneath his scrutiny.

His fist balled up your shirt and rendered you useless, but that was the least of your concern.

Letting people go when you had the ability to do something, even if it was in vain, had to be the most heart-wrenching part of this job.

“Look at me, (L/N).”

Slowly, you complied. His appearance and command were both brisk and cold, yet not unusual for you to hear.

“One more round of scouting for survivors,” Levi started, releasing his hold. “and then we go back. If you take too long, I’ll drag you over the wall myself. That’s a direct order.”

“Yes, sir.”

Just as you were about to turn away, you felt something warm stroke your cheek, and as your downcast orbs flickered to search for its source, the realization dawned. The raven brushed the back of his knuckles against your soft skin for a short instant, but the impression was ever-lasting. The fire in his eyes was gone.

“Fifteen minutes,” he contributed, a short display of sympathy revealing itself before he flew off. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears.

So he had been right. You were not yet broken by hopelessness, even after years of being a soldier. You still aspired to do the undoable. The male sighed, realizing your Military Police roots were incomparable to the brutal reality checks the Scouting Regiment provided daily. You’d just have to learn the hard way, then.

But he would be lying if he said such passion wasn’t... refreshing.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman headcanon #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman one shot #levi ackerman x reader #snk #HUMANITY'S STRONGEST #corporal shorty

548 notes · View notes

renaissancedweeb · 5 years

Text

Prompt #19: From Light into Darkness

The scenes of battle played on in an endless chorus, pockmarking the land with small craters while the ceruleum blue fires of Garlemald raged and covered the earth in ash. It was the same song, the same dance, and even the same dance partner. Well, almost the same.

“This ends here, Warrior of Light. I will no longer allow you to interfere.”

Behind his draconic shaped helm Artevael breathed heavily. It was positively vexing how hard he was being driven still by this Ascian in Zenos’s skin. It was as if Rhalgr’s Reach had just been invaded and monstrous heir of Garlemald had just stepped through the smoke--their first meeting. Then and all subsequent meetings had ended with his defeat, and even their final battle had not seen him deliver the killing blow. Now not only was he forced to fight a nightmare he had thought laid to rest once more, but one of his worst enemies wearing that nightmare. At least this time he had damaged the man’s helmet.

He stared into the single cold blue eye through the red eyes of his closed visor. This was it. There would be no more chances after this fight. He would either win once and for all or Jasper would be visiting his parents to tell them where he is buried. It was not an ideal situation, but it was what he had and as always he would make the best of it.

Leaping high into the air, he called upon the strength of dragons from his soul crystal, and as he made his descent flames began to form at the point of his lance. The fire fanned out from that singular point, swirling around him as he fell, faster and faster, and then he hit the earth. An explosion erupted around the point of impact, yet Zenos merely withstood the shock and waved away the flames with a sharp cut from his sword that Artevael blocked, sending him backward rather than being cut clean through. Landing from a backflip, he took to the air in another jump, but rather than going for a dive he moved under Zenos’s sword, sweeping his leg and bringing his lance around but the other remained on his feet as he stepped back.

Artevael continued the sweep until he was standing once more, both feet firmly planted on the ground, and he met a downward slice with his own lance moving upward. He recovered first and turned his step inward, spinning in a circle with his lance giving him more momentum then moving in for a hard thrust. Zenos danced away from the attack, but he had felt the weapon find just the slightest bit of purchase on amor and so Artevael pressed his attack, taking a smaller leap into the air then bringing his weapon down hard. Unfortunately he was pushed back again, however instead of pressing in for another physical attack he summoned forth the spirit of the dragon that resided in his soul crystal and launched its azure, serpentine form at his opponent. As Zenos reeled from the unexpected blow, he jumped once more and began another dive that was deftly dodged as his window of opportunity slammed closed.

The pair stood apart from one another, Artevael’s chest heaving while Zenos looked as composed as ever. That he was in a body that should have been dead meant nothing, Art supposed, but then he had never quite understood exactly how Ascian possession worked. It was something to be pondered later as he caught movement from his opponent. Bringing up his lance for a quick guard if necessary, Artevael’s heart dropped to his stomach when he saw Zenos lift his sword and take a particular stance. It was the final showdown.

Sometime during their fight the clouds had rolled in turning an already dark night more black. Both men had their weapons raised, firelight from the battlefield glinting off their armor. It was probably similar to how Carteneau had been some five years or more ago, just with the glaring absence of Dalamud and only the pair of them.

They stood like statues forever poised and ready to strike, then it was done. Both warriors moved faster than the untrained eye could discern, and the clouds parted as they seemingly switched sides of the arena with no blow being struck. Then Artevael fell to one knee, his scaled breastplate cracked and his breath leaving him in one sudden blow. If he had touched Zenos the other man did not show it. Instead he activated his magitek weaponry and sent a wave of ceruleum flame at Artevael that he could not avoid in time which sent him flying and left him sprawled on his back, lance just too far from his fingertips.

“Her blessing can only carry you so far,” Zenos, no, Elidibus stated as he strode forward, helmet having cracked the rest of the way and a fresh line of blood over his brow. “Farewell, Warrior of Light, and know that all I do is for the same reason I have always done; the protection of this star.”

Before Artevael could utter a word in reply, could even reach for his weapon, the sword went through his cracked armor and pierced his chest. His eyes went wide, the revealed moonlight making them glow with an eerie shine, and then everything began to fade. There was no more breath, no more light in his eyes, and the moon faded from view while every inch of him grew cold. There was also a certain sense of peace that washed over him; he was finally free.

A feeling of familiarity washed over him, warm and inviting, and when he became aware he could make out a familiar glow. Hydalen was waiting for him, it seemed, and he wondered if She truly would let him succumb. Would She let him flow into the Lifestream, let him go to whatever Heaven or Hell that awaited him? Would he see Haurchefant once more? He was suddenly giddy with anticipation. He had never had a death wish, he had too many people important and still living for that, but now he was no longer bound by duty because what could even Hydalen do against death?

Just as he was beginning to revel in his newfound fate, he felt the warmth begin to recede. Something was wrong. The gentle, familiar glow was beginning to fade and then he felt it. Icy fingers, cold and sharp, digging into him and making him scream in agony. He saw tendrils of light reaching out, trying to grasp him--he even thought he saw a familiar hand reaching out to him--but whatever had him would not let go. Instead it dragged him back, away from the warmth and away from the light into the frigid blackness where all his senses were stripped away.

He did not know how long he traveled or to where. Time and space became meaningless with the only truth being the ice that pierced him to the core. It reminded him of Zenos’s gaze and he shuddered once before finally succumbing to whatever had hold of him. And, after what felt like an age, he felt his body still, become well and truly still. When he opened his eyes he was greeted with three familiar faces, one of whom was dark eyed and grinning wide.

“Well,” Thancred said as he held out a hand. “Took you long enough to get here.”

#FFxivWrite2018 #Warrior of Light #Zenos yae Galvus #Thancred #Elidibus #Ascians #Prelude in Violet #Patch 4.4 spoilers #FFXIV Spoilers #FFXIV #Artevael Highwind #FFXIV Shadowbringers #Shadowbringers speculation #like seriously this is PURE SPECULATION #I figure that fight with Elidibenos in the trailer is how the WoL gets soul ganked like Thancred Shtola and Urianger #we'll see next summer if I'm right lmao

5 notes · View notes

poor-sickies · 6 years

Note

Hey. You. You’re a really good sickie writer and I has a request. If you do Klance, Keith getting severely sick with some sort of stomach virus and he’s feverish. He passes out during some event and Lance gets into worried Bf mode and takes care of him. Pwease and tank yous

Hello! Thank you so much! You’re a sweetheart ^^ I hope you enjoy this, thanks for sending the ask!

Keith limps from the bathroom to the dressing room, one arm wrapped tightly around his stomach.

It was not a good start for the Volton show.

He keeps walking, slowly, gritting his teeth, one hand against the wall. Every step is agony, and he’s pretty sure he’s gonna fall to the floor and curl up in a tiny ball if he tries to move faster.

When Keith gets to the door, he stops to take a deep breath. He straightens his back, wipes the sweat off of his forehead, and makes the most neutral face he can manage, before going inside.

He ignores Coran’s voice, reciting the show schedule for today, and sits on one of the couches, sighing in relief as the sitting position made his stomach a tiny bit more comfortable.

Truth to be told, Keith really has no idea what is causing this. All he knows is that he had woken up with a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he hadn’t been able to slept more.

But Voltron has four or five shows to do today, and especially after going on so many missions with the Blades, and being more absent than present, Keith feels like he can’t just skip this one day.

Besides, these shows consisted mostly on flying his lion through the sky, performing impressive tricks, and forming Voltron. No one is asking Keith to get out of his lion and do back flips. Black’s seat is large and comfortable. He can do this.

“Hey.”

Lance sits on the armrest of the couch, a fond smile on his lips. He hadn’t told Lance. No use in making his boyfriend more worried. They haven’t been dating for long either, and Keith wants to avoid putting Lance in a position where he feels like he has to take care of him. Keith can handle himself, thank you very much. Even if his guts don’t seem to agree.

“Hey,” Keith answers, trying to muster up a smile. It comes out looking like a grimace.

Lance’s look lets him know he realized something isn’t quite right. But if he notices, he doesn’t mention it.

“So are you ready for today’s show?”

“Y-yeah. Of course.”

“Remember you gotta fly black into a backflip at the end, alright? You always forget that part.” Lance is a true theater kid, Keith thinks fondly.

“I won’t this time,” he assures. The pain in his stomach has decreased to a dull throb, so maybe he can actually get through the show.

Black seems to understand what’s going on when he gets to the seat.Once the show starts, the lion is practically on auto pilot, and Keith barely has to move. His stomach still hurts, and the nausea remains, but he’s not too bad.

Until…

“Keith, don’t forget,” Lance reminds through the comms, “backflip at the end, when black is in the center.”

Okay. He can do this.

With a slow drag of his controls, the black lion starts turning backwards, slowly enough to make Keith hear its uncertainty. But Keith pushes further. He just wants the show to be done.

So Black goes all the way back, turning on itself. The actual backflip isn’t so bad.

It’s only when Keith is upright again that he feels his own stomach twisting on itself. The nausea hits him full force.

And he throws up in the cockpit.

By the time he’s able to stop, Black has already parked at the hangar. The other lions would follow, one by one, as Coran ended his speech about the Voltron alliance.

Keith tries to lean back, an attempt to shake off the sick sensation, but his stomach starts hurting more and he’s forced to curl up on himself, both hands pressing into his abdomen.

He doesn’t hear when the red lion parks on the hangar, or when Lance runs across the metal floor all the way to the black lion.

“Keith!”

He doesn’t see Lance come on. In fact, he’s only really aware of his presence when two gloved hands are placed on his shoulders.

“Keith…” Lance says softly. “Are you sick?” He gently pulls off Keith’s helmet, and brushes back Keith’s sweaty bangs to touch his forehead. “You have a fever!”

“I’m not…feeling so good,” Keith gasps, trying to go through a particularly painful cramp.

“Is it your stomach?” Lance has lowered himself of the floor next to him, one of his hands grabbing his.

Keith nods. “I don’t know what’s going on. It just hurts.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. The show is over, I’ll take care of you.” Lance gets up, and hooks one of his arms under Keith’s knees, and the other under his neck.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m carrying you,” Lance says, starting to pull Keith into his arms, “tell me if it’s uncomfortable.”

Keith hides his face on Lances shoulder, and throws an arm around his neck. “I’m heavy,” he mumbles into Lances chest plate.

“I can handle it,” Lance says fondly, making his way out of the black lion. He carries Keith all the way to his room, and gently lowers him down on the bed.

As soon as his back hits the mattress, Keith rolls over and curls up in himself. His stomach is feeling worse, and now he can actually feel how warm he is. He wants out of his clothes, but doesn’t dare to move.

It’s Lance’s bed, and the last thing he wants to do is throw up on it.

Lance starts removing Keith’s armor, stacking the pieces in his arms and placing them on a corner. He reaches for a clean t-shirt and finds a gray one, then pulls down Keith’s black undersuit.

Keith groans in protest. His skin is sensitive from the fever, and moving around to remove clothes is almost painful.

“I know, I know, I’m almost done,” Lance says, and pulls out the whole suit, folding it and putting it next to the armor.

Once Keith is laying with only his boxers, he grabs the cotton tshirt, and helps Keith dressing.

“I’m gonna pick up a few things, but I’ll be right back,” he whispers, touching Keith’s face gently.

Keith ducks under the covers and tries to breathe through the pain. Lance’s tshirt is a small comfort in all of this. It’s clean and fresh and smells like him.

Lance comes back with a bottle of water and a bucket, and after placing those on the floor next to the bed, he changed to his pajamas and lays next to Keith, pulling the covers over them.

“You could have told me earlier if you weren’t feeling good,” Lance whispers, as he snuggles against Keith’s back. One of his hands strokes Keith’s hair, while the other rests on Keith’s chest.

“Didn’t want to worry you.”

“I would have taken care of you, like I’m doing now,” Lance says, “you know you don’t have to pretend around me.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Lance kisses Keith’s shoulder, “can I try something?”

“Sure,” Keith says.

“It’s your stomach, right?” Lance feels Keith nodding against him, and moved his hand down to Keith’s stomach. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Lance rubs soft, slow circles in Keith’s stomach, and Keith immediately moans in relief. It still hurts, but it’s not a sharp pain anymore, and becomes much more bearable.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mhmm.”

Lance chuckles. “Good. Then try to get some rest.”

#vld #ask #keith #lance #klance #fanfic #add to masterpost #m #a writes #nausea #stomach cramps #pain #vomiting #fevers

74 notes · View notes