also scale my wall you still have yet to do that

izzycat6  asked:

Do you have recommendations for a Klance slowburn fic? (Doesn't really matter if it's an AU)

Friend f r i e n d it’s been ages since I actually got to sit down and read a fic but I’ve read lots of them in the past so you definitely came to the right person :P (I actually wrote one of my own; it’s called Magic Me Some Love and is about Galra!Keith/Magician!Lance in a medieval fantasy setting, if you’re into that.)

Now. Slow burn klance fics that aren’t on pretty much every fic rec list out there already with a minimum of either 60k words or that are unfinished still:

Ignorance Is Bliss by YouAreInAComaWakeUp

As it turns out, learning that your house is haunted makes the ghosts a lot more aggressive. Who knew?
Ah, well. At least one of them is hot. And he’s the less-evil one, too, so that’s always a plus.


The Message by Shipstiel

Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he’s not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would’ve thought.

>>wrong number AU with an extra dash of angst. But if you’ve read any of the other fics this author has written you’ll know that they specialize in fluff and that absolutely shines through in the fic^^

Quest for Altea by fandomlicious

20 years after the legendary sword Voltron was drawn from its stone by Queen Allura, it is stolen and eventually lost in the dangerous Balmeran Forest. To prevent the rogue knight Zarkon, his witch companion Haggar and their army of Galra warriors from claiming the sword and conquering all of Altea, it falls to Lance, with the help of a dark-haired hermit, to embark on the treacherous journey, save his kingdom and reunite his broken family.

>>if you don’t mind OCs that you get to know throughout the fic taking on a more important role, you should totally check out this fic. It’s plot heavy and reads like a published novel :D

Foreign Scenes by bwyn

Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

>>it’s one of the few fics that I haven’t read personally yet and still won’t hesitate to recommend. lots of my friends have read and praised it, apparently it’s fluffy and fun. it’s absolutely on my to read list :D

Crossroads by manamune

When Keith crashed his Lion into a Galra warship in order to stop it from destroying a solar system, and more importantly, his friends, he was fully prepared to die for it.
What he didn’t prepare for was to wake up in an alternate universe where he and Lance were dating.

>>this one. if you haven’t read it yet, go read it. it was my fav voltron fic for a long long time!!!! it’s got it all, plot, romance, character development, realistic amounts of angst- it’s very very good. 

Drive It Like You Mean It by Zizzani

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.

>>not into cars and street racing AUs? neither am i, my friend, and yet this is one of the best voltron fics i’ve read. trust me when i tell you that you want to read everything written by this author.

Sharps and Accidentals by Zizzani (! unfinished!)

Keith is a talented up and coming violin virtuoso. Lance hates him immediately.
Or an AU in which Lance and Keith both attend the same music university. Keith is deaf. Lance is Trying™.

>>if there is one deaf!AU you should read then it’s this one. it’s really amazing all around - i’ve been following it since 2016 and i still always get excited over e-mail updates.

Ghost of the Future / Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name & Zizzani (! unfinished!)

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.
When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.


Stick It by noussommeslessquelettes

After a run-in with the law, former national phenom turned delinquent Keith Kogane is forced to return to the regimented world of elite gymnastics, facing old foes and new challenges.

>>!!!!!!!!!! it’s such a good fic!! based on such a good movie!!!!! i’m kinda upset that not more people have read it, it’s good, give it a try, it won’t disappoint^^

Not That Bad by varelsen

A college AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time.

>>the summary nails it. also starring socially anxious!keith but despite that he seems pretty in character. it’s amazing and i really love this author’s style of writing :D

He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.

>>dragon au i repeat dragon au this is not a drill everyone - this fic!!! is freaking!!!! amazing!!!!!!! it’s in my top 5 minimum go try it out :D

Altea High by Lixie (! unfinished!)

Go back to school they said. It’ll be fun they said. Yeah, sure. It’s tons of fun scaling lava walls, accidentally setting things on fire, and being babysat by the school’s flirt.
When Lance signed up (*cough* bribed *cough*) to show the new firebug around the school he thought it would be a piece of cake. He did not anticipate the sour attitude, spontaneous explosions, intimate moments in elevators…

>>the sky high au you always knew you needed :D it’s still in the very early stages but the fic is really fun so far!!

Blue Shells and Comic Books by SonofHades (! unfinished!)

Lance has too much time on his hands, Keith doesn’t have enough. Lance leans more towards being outgoing and sociable, while Keith keeps to himself and can be mostly unpleasant. Neither think they have anything in common. What they don’t realize, however, is that there happens to be a very popular graphic novel that connects them together. Lance happens to be an avid reader and Keith just happens to secretly be the author.

>>another fic i’m super pumped for oh my god. each new chapter mail has me grinning like a maniac. the waiting between updates is suffering but all worth it in the end. it’s fun and interesting and i love it!

Flirting With Death by drippingpen (! unfinished!)

Keith commits the ultimate taboo as a grim reaper: he saves a life.
More specifically, he saves Lance’s life.
Now they are forever linked, unable to survive without the other. Keith must protect Lance from the forces that are trying to right Keith’s wrong and kill Lance.

>>skdfghjksfhgdksjfhgjfjd i cannot describe it. the plot is really amazing and keith and lance are so attracted to each other but they can’t kiss because that would literally kill lance. it belongs to the top most interesting voltron fics out there :D

in your shoes by lydiamartin (! unfinished!)

The one where Keith and Lance live in different cities but swap bodies – and angry love notes – multiple times a week.

>>Kimi No Na Wa (your name) AU!!!! so basically anything but your typical body switch AU :P give it a try, you will be surprised by it, especially if you haven’t seen the movie.

Of Lions And House Cats by Ms_Towa (! unfinished!)

Keith is a superhero who’s been pining after the cute boy who works at the music shop across the street from HQ. He also doesn’t know that the cute boy is the same vigilante he wants to bring to justice.

>>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all the chapters are insanely long but they’re all worth it. the plot develops rather slowly but it’s perfect as it is :P the slowest of burns. despite that it never made me lose interest in it so definitely go check it out if you have multiple hours of nothing to do!! :D

I’m gonna stop here because this list is already insanely long but it is faaaaaar from finished, believe me. This fandom produces so many good fics I can’t keep up with it ; - ;


‘Sgt. Pepper’ at 50: How a Corn Flakes Ad Inspired 'Good Morning Good Morning’

Today’s installment tells how John Lennon’s TV obsession led to the creation of “Good Morning Good Morning.”

John Lennon indulged in a myriad of mind-altering substances during the recording of the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, but his drug of choice may have been television. “A couple of weeks of telly-watching is as good as pot,” he professed at the time to biographer Hunter Davies. “I think a lot when I’m watching telly. It’s like looking into the fire and daydreaming. You’re watching it, but your mind’s not on it.” After the band vowed to abandon live performances in the fall of 1966, Lennon relied on TV and drugs to fill the enormous void left by the absence of the Beatles’ extensive concert schedule, which had provided structure to his life since he was barely out of his teens. “I didn’t know what to do,” John remembered shortly before his death in 1980. “What do you do when you don’t tour? There’s no life. What the hell do you do all day?”

His days were spent mostly horizontal at Kenwood, the 27-room luxury estate he shared with his wife Cynthia and three-year-old son Julian in the staid upper-class London suburb of Weybridge. He’d never been happy in the area, consenting to move there in 1964 at his accountant’s suggestion (Kenwood was the third house they viewed). “Weybridge won’t do at all,” he told journalist Maureen Cleave two years later. “I’m just stopping at it, like a bus stop. Bankers and stockbrokers live there; they can add figures and Weybridge is what they live in and they think it’s the end, they really do. I think of it every day – me in my Hansel and Gretel house. I’ll take my time; I’ll get my real house when I know what I want. … You see, there’s something else I’m going to do, something I must do – only I don’t know what it is.”

The constant motion of Beatle business had provided a long-term distraction, and now the downtime forced Lennon to confront the day-to-day realities and responsibilities of being a husband and father. Seemingly overnight, his self-styled existence, steeped in excitement, privilege and fierce individuality (not to mention fan worship on a colossal scale), had been replaced by a stodgy life he barely recognized. For everything he had achieved, for every wild childhood dream that had miraculously come true, Lennon still wound up trapped in the same cozy suburban haze he had often railed against.

Depressed, he dealt with the letdown by escaping into his mind at every opportunity. “If I’m on my own for three days, doing nothing, I almost leave myself completely. I’m just not here,” he told Davies. “I’m up there watching myself, or I’m at the back of my head. I can see my hands and realize they’re moving, but it’s a robot who’s doing it.” This sensation was no doubt aided by the mortar and pestle he kept nearby to mash together a dizzying array of pharmaceuticals onto one unpredictable mega-pill.

Cynthia grew distressed at how distant, apathetic and inert her rock-star husband had become. “When he was at home, he’d spend a lot of time lying in bed with a notepad,” she later said. “When he got up, he’d sit at the piano or he’d go from one room to the other listening to music, gawping at television and reading newspapers. He was basically dropping out from everything that was happening. He was thinking about things.” His estrangement from reality was so total, he often asked incoming phone callers, with genuine interest, what day of the week it was.

The songs Lennon wrote in this period are all meditations on the mundane; a child’s painting (“Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds”), a poster in his living room (“Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!”), a newspaper (“A Day in the Life”), all drawn from within the four walls of Kenwood. Another is “Good Morning Good Morning,” which owes its existence to his love of television.

“I often sit at the piano, working at songs, with the telly on low in the background,” he explained to Davies. “If I’m a bit low and not getting much done, then the words on the telly come through. That’s when I heard 'Good morning, good morning.’ It was a Corn Flakes advertisement.” Kicking off with a pastoral rooster crow, the irrepressibly peppy jingle chirped out from the set: “Good morning, good morning!/The best to you each morning/Sunshine breakfast, Kellogg’s Corn Flakes/Crisp and full of fun!” The tune was at the same time annoyingly chipper and chillingly lobotomized. In other words, it was the perfect soundtrack to his world at Kenwood.

Inspired by his total lack of inspiration – which had previously triggered the Rubber Soul track “Nowhere Man” – he began to write. Words of bland domesticity tumbled out: “how’s your boy been, going to work, heading for home, time for tea.” “John was feeling trapped in suburbia and was going through some problems with Cynthia,” Paul McCartney confirms in his biography, Many Years from Now. “It was about his boring life at the time. There’s a reference in the lyrics to 'nothing to do’ and 'meet the wife’; there was an afternoon TV soap called Meet the Wife that John watched, he was that bored, but I think he was also starting to get alarm bells and so, 'Good morning, good morning.’”

On December 12th, 1966, Meet the Wife aired an episode entitled “This Christmas, Shop Early,” chronicling holiday shoppers frantically making their last-minute gift purchases. The plot may very well have inspired the line that immediately preceded the reference to the show: “People running round, it’s five o'clock, everywhere in town is getting dark.”

It’s a rare active moment in a song packed with boredom that borders on nihilism. The word “nothing” appears eight times in the two-minute, 41-second track, and each verse ends with the assertion that the narrator has nothing to say, “but it’s OK.” For someone who strenuously avoided writing “fiction” songs in the vein of McCartney’s “Eleanor Rigby,” “Lovely Rita” or “When I’m Sixty-Four” (“He makes 'em up like a novelist!” Lennon once marveled), “Good Morning Good Morning” can be read as a revealing confession of complete and utter apathy. “Nothing to do to save his life,” the opening words, ring out like the final gasp of a man surrendering to daily claustrophobia.

But one brief line may offer a glimmer of hope. Author Steve Turner observes that the lyric “You go to a show, you hope she goes,” may be a reference to a woman Lennon had recently met that November at an art exhibition: Yoko Ono. Though it’s pure speculation (and likely that she hadn’t captured his imagination just yet), Lennon’s involvement with Ono meant that his days adrift in a sea of domesticity at Kenwood were numbered.


Please Don't Leave Me-Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Can I make a request for Newt where he is your best friend but he starts to ignore you after he meets Tina. You realize that you are in love with him but you stay quiet about it and don’t say anything until the fight against Graves you jump in front of Newt to save him from Graves’s spell and get really hurt and you think your going to die so you tell him that you love him. Can there be lots of angst but have a happy ending? Thank you!

A/n: This the longest imagine I think I have ever written, and just…oh my God

Warnings: Angst everywhere, mentions of blood, pain, rejection, fighting, broken hearts, basically angst on top of angst on top of angst, and a smidge of fluff of course (Also the plot ties in with the events of Fantastic Beasts, but a few parts may be a bit different)



The sky above was dusted over with a hazy gray, the kind that mimicked smoke in your lungs or ashes falling from the sky. Crashes and screams echoed throughout the broken streets of New York, while most of the Muggle or No-Maj community was out and about, hollering against the display of witchcraft. You spun around, trying to find Newt, until you realized that you had become separated from his presence during some of the attacks throughout the city. You sprinted over some fallen bricks and rubble, only losing your footing once or twice. Your wand rested in your hand at the ready as you maneuvered through the chaotic streets with your coat billowing behind you.

The trip to New York was not at all as you had imagined it to go. You had been traveling with your best friend Newt, as you were helping him to release Frank, the Thunderbird the two of you rescued back in Egypt, to the wilds of Arizona. You had both only anticipated to stop here shortly, however after the escapades with the Niffler, a No-Maj, and MACUSA, your time of departure had been delayed.

You had known the clever Magizoologist since your days at Hogwarts, and since you two were both labeled as the “peculiar type,” both of your personalities fit together like puzzle pieces, and he was more than happy to have someone as his friend. You did everything together. You found creatures in the forest together, went to Hogsmeade together, even snuck out past dark out of the castle grounds a few times together. The friendship that you each shared was beyond perfect, except for the fact that you had wanted to be more.

The feelings that you developed towards him grew fonder after you found one another after his expulsion, as you had both kept in touch through written letters and little photographs of adventures you were having while separate. After Hogwarts, you met with him in person for a drink of tea, and he was still the same remarkable Hufflepuff who possessed an undying love for the creatures of the world. However, he did appear quite different, as his hair had grown longer and fluffed out more, covering his twinkling eyes a bit, and his body had grown much taller, broader, and stronger since his teenage years. His freckles still splattered like stars in the night across his face, and his pearly white smile still shined, but he was clearly much older now. When he met eyes with you as you walked through the tiny shop, he rushed towards you to engulf you into a hug to make up for all the ones you couldn’t share while you were both away from one another. You giggled slightly against his chest as he retracted a bit and ushered you to sit down with him. That day you caught up on everything that you had each encountered during the last few years. He asked how everything at Hogwarts went while you asked him how he was doing with the creatures he mentioned in his letters, to which he replied at first with a gentle nervous smile.

“Actually, I’m trying to write a book about creatures, you know, to get people to see them differently,” he spoke with a passion infused sparkle in his eyes.

You paused as you swallowed your tea, nearly choking in in shock, “Merlin’s beard Newt that’s incredible!”

“Yes, in a sense it is,” he paused as a blush rose onto his cheeks, “and I’m set to leave for Asia in a week to study some of the various regions there.”

Your face fell slightly as you brought your eyes to look back into your mug. You had just gotten to see your best friend again, and he was already leaving you? Newt nervously looked at his own mug too, afraid to cut the silence with what he was about say.

“B-but I wanted to also ask if you wanted to accompany me. You don’t have to say yes of course, I don’t want you have to change your life or job, but I wanted to ask because you’re one of the most important people in my life right now, and well, I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side.”

You stared at him, eyes wide with shock and confusion once more. His hands fiddled with one another as he now awaited your response while silently hoping he hadn’t been too abrupt with asking. You two were close sure, but he was practically asking you to run away across the world with him.

However, you already knew your answer, and with a smile sprouting on both of your faces, you were ready to see what the world held in store for you as you stood by his side.

But that was ages ago of course. You paused to catch your breath behind a wall of a fallen building with your wand still pointed out in defense. A few beads of sweat formed across your forehead as tears also began to threaten to fall. You were strong, but with everything collapsing and crumbing around you, it was difficult to keep yourself from doing it yourself as well.

You were alone in a breaking city that you had only known for a brief amount of time, and yet so much had changed. You doubted that Newt was even concerned about where you were, as you hadn’t even spoken much to one another since you had arrived off the boat and into the crisp air of the American city. Everything had been different since he had met her.

Tina Goldstein.

When you had both first met the woman, she had tried to have you both turned in to MACUSA for possessing beasts, but soon after, Newt had begun to spend more and more time with her as opposed to with you. Neither of them knew how you felt, and you weren’t exactly ready to scream it out to the world yet.

If someone were to ask you if you loved Newt, you would simply nod, but finish it off with the addition of “but as a friend.” Yet on the inside, your heart would pound and flutter at the sight of his smile or flip at the sound of his voice, for you had hopelessly fallen in love with your best friend from your childhood. At first, it was a small scale infatuation, a simple desire towards the man with the bowtruckles and the graphorns, but with the more places you visited and the more adventures you had together, it was as if you had been stolen back in time to your days at Hogwarts. You would watch his face light up in excitement in the moonlight while following a group of dragons or smile at the way his hair would fluff up after a night of sleep. But his looks of course were not the reason you had fallen, as his intelligent and caring demeanor along with his gentle compassion were what really attracted you. He wasn’t like some of the other men you had been with, and he wasn’t the type to brag about what he had accomplished either. He was like the air of a spring meadow, sweet, soft, and free spirited. Newt was the type to hug and comfort you when you were sad or scared, which he did often, as he wanted you to know that you were safe within the walls of his case. Newt was the type to put everyone else, including the creatures, above himself and this was especially evident when he would try and go for long periods of time without eating or sleeping. Newt overall, was the epitome of a golden heart.

But with the way he looked at Tina, you couldn’t tell him how you felt, and this ate you up inside. You longed to just throw yourself into his arms and tell him how you felt, that he was amazing and incredible, despite his negative thoughts of self-loathing. You wanted to kiss him passionately and tell him how much he meant to you, but that day would never come, not as long as she was in the picture.

You saw how he stared at her as you both sat at the table of the Goldstein apartment, you saw how he followed her inside of the Blind Pig like a lost lamb, just wanting to be closer to her. He had exchanged more words and thoughts with her as opposed to you, and you told yourself that you wouldn’t get jealous, but you couldn’t help it. The way he lovingly gazed at her made you want to shred your heart into a million pieces. You wanted to cry and scream into the night, but you could not be selfish. You had to be there for your best friend, even if you weren’t happy for their relationship entirely.

You hadn’t even noticed that a tear had finally slipped down your cheek as your lungs filled with smoke from the world around you. You brought your hands up to your chest and slowly sunk down into the cracked pavement. You knew that it was selfish to cry about yourself right now when so much was going on, but you couldn’t stop the sobs from ravaging through your body and rattling your bones. Your tears stung like fire and your sobs echoed through the corridor. Your broken heart shattered and mixed with the sounds of breaking glass wound you.

What you wanted, you couldn’t have, and there was nothing you could do about it. It was as if a hundred knifes were taking turns stabbing into your flesh and heart, trapping you in a cloud of suffering and forgotten loneliness.

You were about to allow another round of crying ensue, but a black cloud swarmed through the air above you, spiraling into some of the buildings until it disappeared. Newt had told you about his encounter with something similar to this, and you could only draw one word from your mind.


If anything, that is where Newt would be, where the obscurus was. You grabbed your wand off the ground and broke into a sprint once more as you headed back out into the battlefield of what was once New York.

You found yourself in what appeared to be some sort of station, or what was left of it at least. Railing and bricks were strewn about, and angry yelling echoed throughout the walls. You were about to step out into the open, but a beam of light hurled towards you, causing you to back behind a wall and mutter a spell of defense.

When you turned you saw who you knew as Graves, the older man from MACUSA whom you met when Tina dragged you in, spitting various spells under his breath towards Tina and Newt. Anger overcame your body, and you whipped your wand towards him.

“Stupefy!” you yelled, only to have the spell blocked as the sinister graves turned around.

“Y/N!” you heard another familiar voice call, and you saw Newt rushing towards you while firing spells back at Graves. Sweat beaded across his face and his features were dimly highlighted in the light radiating from the underground lamps. When he finally reached you, he was out of breath and tears pooled in his eyes. He reached onto you, pulling your body towards him as he panted.

“Merlin, Y/n I thought you were dead! I went back looking for you when you weren’t behind me and oh Merlin I was so worried,” he spoke, but was soon cut off by Tina alerting him, as Graves had directed yet another spell towards where you were. Newt instinctively shielded you from it while you both muttered spells to counteract with the one that Graves had shot off.

“I didn’t think you still cared,” you mumbled and you hoped he hadn’t heard, but of course to your dismay, he had. He directed his attention toward you as you both still defended yourselves, along with Tina, from the wrath of Graves.

“What are you talking about? Of course I do Y/n, you’re the most important person to me, how could I not care!?”
“Well you’ve been busy with you know, Tina and everything and,” you halted your conversation as you deflected another spell before sending one of your own, “I’m not that…Newt look out!”

You screamed as you saw a bright bolt of light spew towards Newt. There wouldn’t be enough time to say a spell to save your skins, and there wouldn’t be time for him or Tina to either. You took in the surroundings one last time before you shoved newt slightly, allowing yourself to be in front of his own body, so that you could take the hit. A searing pain sent wavelengths through your body that shook your core, and before you knew it you were on the ground.

You were so caught up by the pain in your abdomen that you hadn’t even noticed a few aurors come in for assistance, but you did notice when Newt fell to your side with tears clouding his vision.

“Y/n why would you do that!? Merlin you’re hurt. Y/n love come on stay with me! Y-you can do it, p-please Y/n stay with me, I’ll help you, and I’ll fix you!” he screamed, but it was more towards himself. He wanted to protect you, not the other way around, and now here you were, and he was kicking himself for not doing anything. It was his fault that you were like this.

Tears cascaded down your scratched cheeks as you tried to sit up but failed. Newt’s hands lowered you back down as he constantly checked back around or the chaos. He needed to be out there, but he needed you to be okay more. Graves was currently speaking to the aurors as they had their wands at the ready for any sudden movement. A whimper left your lips as you cried out in pain like an injured creature. You reached a hand down to cover your wound, only to see that blood now coated your paling skin.

Newt’s eyes widened as he tried to scan his brain for a spell that would work. You couldn’t leave, he needed you, he needed you more than he needed air. You were a part of him, and without you, surely he would fade into darkness.

Sobs now tried to take over his body as he desperately tried to save you.

“Y/n I’m going to help you. I’ll make you better, and I’ll save you love,” he raised his wand to murmur a spell, but he was silenced when you held his wrist and gently pulled his wand down.
“N-Newt, no spell can save me. I think that my time is now.” You whispered. Newt grabbed your hand while still trying to stop the blood from flowing onto the shards of pavement around you.

“Y/n d-d-don’t say that. I can fix you, and I’ll make you better I promise.”

“Newt,” you brought your hands to his face and wiped tears away from his deep ocean eyes which were now flooded with worry and sadness. He didn’t care about what was going on behind him, he only needed you, “You’re an incredible wizard, and you have so much left to do. I want, I want you to finish your book for me okay.” Tears trickled out of your eyes as you grew more and more faint.

“Y/n no I am not letting you die!” he shouted as his whole body began to shake.

“You have to let me go, besides you’ll have Tina.”

“But I need you too!”

“Newt, I want you to listen to me,” you paused as he stayed silent besides a few small whimpers escaping from his mouth, “I-I love you, and I w-would never have told you this, but seeing as I won’t be here anymore, I needed to tell you. I love you, Newt Scamander. I love you, much more than as a friend. You’re an incredible man, and I’m sure you’ll be happy without me. Now you can be with Tina, you can be happy.”

His face was ghost white, as even more tears flooded like a storm down his face. His cries became more audible, further displaying how much pain he was enduring. His heart was breaking and bursting into unfixable pieces. It was not Tina he loved, he thought she was kind and wonderful, but it was you his heart wanted.

“Don’t you understand, I don’t want Tina, I want you!” he pulled you into his arms and cradled your body now, “I-I have loved you since that d-ay, that day in c-charms class. The day where you performed what the professor said was the most difficult t-to master, but you did it because you’re incredible and talented. I wanted to tell you how I felt all these years but I didn’t think you would want me because, because…”

“Newt, I love you.”

You then slipped into a darkness as the pain continued to sear through you, and your mind faded against the sound of Newt’s sobbing and panicking as he held your body closer to his heart, a heart that could have loved you if he hadn’t harbored his feelings.

Your head swirled around like a murky puddle as you awoke inside of a room you shared with Newt at the Goldstein residence. Slowly, you sat up, only to be reacquainted with a stabbing pain in your torso. With a slight hiss, you looked down to see a bandage where blood had once poured out. The last thing you remembered was becoming familiar with the feeling of an eternal sleep and confessing to Newt.

Speaking of Newt, you turned slightly to avoid damaging your injuries further and saw that he was stiffly sat in a chair near the end of your bed. His hair was all over the place, as if Frank had ruffled it again, and his face rested in his hands. His coat was shed to reveal his wrinkled shirt and waistcoat with a few of the buttons sloppily undone.

“N-Newt,” you called barely above a whisper, yet the wizard still perked up at the sound.

When you saw his face, streaks of tears lined his face and his complexion was far more red and worried than usual. He stared back at you with wide eyes and disbelief, as if you were a phantom come back to the earth.

“Y-Y/n!” he said as he scuffled to his feet to be closer to where you were. His voice sounded as if he were sick, but it was from his constant hours of heartbroken crying that followed the events that had previously occurred. He enveloped your hand in his tightly in fear of losing you to death’s own grip once more.

“I’m so sorry that this happened love. How are you feeling? Are you still in pain? What-,”

“Newt, shh, you’re becoming overwhelmed again, and yes I’m okay, you tried to calm him down as his mind raced at a million miles an hour. He broke into a fit of tears once more as he collapsed to his knees and buried his face into your blanket covered chest.

He sniffled between his words, “I, Merlin, I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you. It’s all my fault love. I should have protected you, you shouldn’t have had to take the blame,” you wove your fingers throughout his curls as he continued, “I-I need you Y/n, I tried to fix you up as best as I could inside the case, and you matter so much to me. I am so, so sorry that I ignored you, and I swear on my life that I had no intention to. I l-love you Y/n and I should have treated you better. I’m so sorry that you’re hurt and it’s a-all my f-fault.”

You sighed and tried to comfort the broken man, “Newt, it’s okay. I didn’t think I was going to make it but you saved me.”

He looked up at you with eyes that spilled over with pain as he pulled the blanket closer to you so that you could stay warm.

You spoke once more, but softer this time, “And I love you Newt, I just thought that you would only see me as a friend.”

“Y/n, I’d rather lose my life than live one without you in it. You are by far the most amazing person in my life, and I love you. M-May I…” he trailed off. You knew what he was asking for, you didn’t need him to finish his sentence.

You leaned in with a slight nod as you pressed your lips against his. He tenderly kissed your swollen lips as his own rough ones moved with yours. He pulled you closer with his firm hands, but was gentle not to hurt where your injury laid. Years of forbidden passion erupted between the two of you, as both of you had locked away your feelings for far too long. You entangled your hands within his locks once more as he deepened the kiss. He tasted sweet like honey yet was still crisp like an apple, and he smelled like the earthy soil and fallen leaves. A small moan came from his throat as you brushed your hand against the stubble of his cheeks. His warmth radiated off of him as yours did, creating a bubble of protectiveness and security around you two. When he finally broke the kiss so that you could each catch your breath, he stared at you with absolute admiration. You shifted over carefully in the bed and placed your hand next to you, inviting him to come in and cuddle you. He didn’t hesitate, and he snuggled next to you with his arms firmly around your body. He placed a protective kiss to the top your head.

“I love you Y/n, and I’ll never let you go, never again.”


anonymous asked:

do you think ned loved catelyn? that was the impression i very much got from the books and the show. my friend disagrees though and says while cat clearly loves ned, ned doesn't love her as much as she does him in the books.

Ned loves Catelyn very much. He’s a family man through and through (well beyond the point of political utility), and his relationship with Catelyn is absolutely essential to that.

Cut for length.

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Better This Way (Chapter Four)

This chapter gets a little sad guys. But come on, we all knew some angst was coming. This isnt even the bad angst, I promise.

Can’t wait to hear what you guys think. Like and Reblog for me! If we break 200 likes/ reblogs before dinner (its 8 am my time) Ill post chapter five too!


Enjoy :)

“Wade.” Peter looked up when the familiar red and black suit clambered up over the edge of the roof and plopped down next to him. “How’s it going?” He took a deep breath, Wade’s heavy scent of electric and wild making him smile.

“Oh you know.” Wade rolled his shoulders. “Amazing. Just off being fabulous. And sexy. All that. You know how we do, Spidey.”

“Sure.” Peter laughed and handed him a sandwich. “What was I thinking, asking about that?”

Just like he did every day, Wade took the food and turned away from Peter to eat. And just like Peter had done every day in the few weeks since his heat, he grabbed Wade’s wrist and tugged him back around so they were sitting right next to each other while they ate.

“I don’t know why you keep doing that.” He grumbled and the Alpha snorted.

“I don’t why you keep doing that. Nothing under this mask that you need to see Spidey-babe. My skin isn’t near as clear and perfect and puberty free as yours.”

“We’ve been over this. I’m definitely twenty-two. Already went through puberty.”  

“Whatever you say. You got freckles don’t you?” Wade accused. “Damn kid.”

“You want to find out?” Peter challenged, only half teasing, “Wanna see if I got freckles, Wade?”

“Yeah right.” Wade laughed a little. “Better keep your mask on Spidey, I’m sure your beauty would blind me.”

“Yeah?” Peter’s voice softened. “And what about yours?”

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eclinu  asked:

Can i ask you why do you think jon's dragon is viseryon? 🤔

Sure! I’m not good with metas but I’ll try to explain my thoughts as best as I can.

I’ll keep this only to the reasons why I believe Jon’s dragon is Viserion, not why I believe Tyrion’s dragon is Rhaegal though I do have reasons for that as well, not just process of elimination (which it’s what happen when we give Viserion to Tyrion).

First because I see parallels between Jon/Viserys, second because of the importance of both relationships to Dany and third because of the dragon itself.

I think that there’s kind of a parallel going on during A Game Of Thrones between Jon’s and Viserys’ stories, but a distinctive and very important difference between said parallel happens. Let’s also take other similar things of the characters into consideration:

  • Viserys and Jon are their father’s second son. Jon in any way you choose to see, either being Ned or Rhaegar the father… Jon is the second son. Neither were the heir.
  • Viserys and Jon are exiled from their homes. And you can say that Jon chose to leave for the Wall, but in the end it does not change the fact that had he chosen to stay, Catelyn would send him away so there wasn’t really a choice.

Which brings me to said parallel in A Game Of Thrones: Viserys living among the dothraki and Jon living at the Wall. There is, to me, a sense of denial and refusal to them. Both Jon and Viserys expected something they have not gotten. Viserys wanted his crown and his army, Jon wanted honored brothers and to be a ranger. But here is where the important distinction begins, where Jon grows and learns, Viserys does not. Viserys doesn’t understand and worse, doesn’t accept it to the point of dying because of it. And Jon makes the best of it, he makes friends, he adapts, he learns and by the end he embraces it.

And the importance in Jon doing what Viserys could not reminds me of is this quote:

The cream-and-gold I call Viserion. Viserys was cruel and weak and frightened, yet he was my brother still. His dragon will do what he could not.

Still on what Jon will do that Viserys could not… Well, he will be to Dany everything that her brother was not. In the familial sense and in the romantic one as well:

My mother died giving me birth, and my father and my brother Rhaegar even before that. I would never have known so much as their names if Viserys had not been there to tell me. He was the only one left. The only one. He is all I have.

Daenerys said nothing. She had always assumed that she would wed Viserys when she came of age. For centuries the Targaryens had married brother to sister, since Aegon the Conqueror had taken his sisters to bride. The line must be kept pure, Viserys had told her a thousand times; theirs was the kingsblood, the golden blood of old Valyria, the blood of the dragon. 

Jon is the last one for Dany, he is all the family she has left. And why does Jon’s romantic relationship with Dany has to deal with him riding Viserion?

She climbed the pyre herself to place the eggs around her sun-and-stars. The black beside his heart, under his arm. The green beside his head, his braid coiled around it. The cream-and-gold down between his legs.

When she woke the third time, a shaft of golden sunlight was pouring through the smoke hole of the tent, and her arms were wrapped around a dragon’s egg. It was the pale one, its scales the color of butter cream, veined with whorls of gold and bronze, and Dany could feel the heat of it. Beneath her bedsilks, a fine sheen of perspiration covered her bare skin. Dragondew, she thought. Her fingers trailed lightly across the surface of the shell, tracing the wisps of gold, and deep in the stone she felt something twist and stretch in response. It did not frighten her. All her fear was gone, burned away.

I might be reaching with the second quote, but the first is unmistakable. The places where Dany placed her eggs are important to the meaning of her future relationships with their riders. The rider of the green one will be her counselor and the rider of the cream-and-gold one will be her lover.

And lastly, the dragon itself.

The egg is most commonly described as “pale cream streaked with gold” but re-reading I’ve noted that the egg is described as veined with whorls of gold and bronze and it strikes me as interesting because when applied to Jon, it matches. The gold veins are obviously his Targaryen blood and the bronze veins are his Stark blood as in the bronze crowns the Kings of Winter had, of his brother Robb as well.

And we cannot forget Jon’s white direwolf and his color symbolism because Jon is associated with white, not green.

Yes, Rhaegal is the namesake of Jon’s father but what else connects them? While with Viserion/Viserys…

anonymous asked:

HOLY COW U PLAY DND?? EVERYONE OF MY FAVES IS DICE ROLLING THIS IS FANTASTIC how was your first runaround?? What edition are you playing?? What starter campaign?? I NEED ALL THE DEETS

hahaha i literally JUST started yesterday, having no idea how to do anything, and read through the rulebook once thirty minutes before we started playing.

this is the starter pack we got

we started at 10 pm after seeing a movie which was obviously A MISTAKE because our blind wizard elf passed out ¾ through the campaign so her character had to be carried on people’s backs and she was woken up to do spells and whoever was carrying her rolled for her. our dwarf kept throwing her battle axe at the goblins and MISSING and also rolled for a nap but was DENIED and instead laid face down on our couch and moaned for a bit before we continued playing

there are only three characters, and they had to guard the wagon. dwarf and halfling decide they can guard the wagon while the elf drives.
me: the elf is blind??
elf: can i drive anyway? i have - super good hearing. and stuff.
me: …. roll for it. you’re a priestess of the goddess of luck, you can pray for her guidance and use her modifier for it, so +3.
elf: *rolls a 17*
other players: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH.
me: ….. oh my god. thanks to the goddess of luck’s guiding hand on your shoulder, and your daredevil-like hearing, you’re an excellent driver in spite of being BLIND. you never veer of course and don’t need direction. you shake off the hand of the goddess of luck if you perform any spell.
elf: nice.

halfling aka @honeybunchesofjokes: how far away is this town?
me: uh … 250 miles? so about 12 days away.
halfing: -_- *takes out her phone and pulls up the travel song from the shrek musical complaining this is going to be the longest journey ever*

standing on a long wooden bridge with a goblin in the middle. dwarf is trying to hit it with a handaxe but keeps missing. elf is chilling out at the end of the bridge being blind. halfling’s turn to attack.
halfling: can i …. hide?
me: you’re on an open bridge, you are very visible.
halfling: i haven’t moved forward yet, i’m still on the edge of bridge. i would like to hide.
elf: why.
me: roll for deception.
halfling: *rolls higher than the goblin’s active perception*
me: …. you blend in along the cave wall. the goblin can’t see you.
halfling: nice.
dwarf misses. elf misses. goblin misses.
halfling: okay, now i would like to sneak up on the goblin.
dwarf: what the fuck.
me: he’s? in the middle of a bridge??? how are you going to sneak up on him?
me: roll for stealth.
halfling: *had a +7 for stealth but it doesn’t FUCKING MATTER because she rolls a 20 anyway*
me: oh my god. you climb underneath the bridge and swing across, unnoticed, like monkey bars. you are directly underneath the goblin.
halfling: fuck. now what.
elf and dwarf: ???????!!!!!!!!!!???????

none of the players wanted to interrogate or talk to any of the goblins or anyone, so i kept on having to make up ways for them to get information since NOT A SINGLE PERSON was interested in ASKING ANYONE instead they’re just a bunch of CHEERFUL BLOODTHIRSTY MURDERERS who KILL FIRST and ASK QUESTIONS NEVER

halfling has just pushed the goblin king over a cliff into the stream.
me: it’s like two feet deep and he’s a hardy fellow. he’s survives.
dwarf: *releases the dams causing it to flood the whole cave.*
me: the goblin king is now drowning. the cave is flooding. i recommend running.
the remaining goblins are running toward where the halfling and their fallen king are.
halfling: i hide.
me: you’re in a narrow passage in a cave.
halfling: I! HIDE!
me: roll for stealth.
halfling rolls an 8, has a +7 for a total of 16.
me: roll for strength.
halfling: why?
halfling rolls a 17.
me: you scale the walls and cling to the ceiling like spider man. the goblins run past you seeing nothing.
halfling: YEET!

at this point elf rises from her slumber to go: can i … use shocking hand …. to electrocute everyone touching water?
me: …. that is a thing that can be done, i guess. roll a d8 for the strength of your attack.
elf rolls a 6.
me: now none of the goblins are drowning, they are just crispy and dead. congratulations.
elf: :) *goes back to sleep*

we did so many things wrong because WE DON’T KNOW WHAT WE’RE DOING but it was a very fun time and we’re planning to continue it next saturday

The Cast of Final Fantasy XV as YouTubers

Okay, so I’ve actually been wanting to do this for a long time because I love YouTubers of all kinds and I can totally see each and every one of these dorks as video-making losers we would all love.

I just wanted to give you all a quick list of cute head-canons to inspire you with, featuring The Chocobros and guest star Ravus.


Ignis Scientia

  • Has three separate YouTube channels to accommodate his many talents, because Ignis refuses to be the type of man who would give cooking advice to the youth of Lucis and not teach first time moms how to knit their children pink and purple booties.
  • From his most popular to least popular channels: Cooking With Ignis, Knit One Purl Two, and The Fundamentals of Cosmogony
  • Do not be fooled, this man knows how to garter stitch and will make sure you know how to in ten minutes or less or his name isn’t Ignis Scientia. 
  • He posts videos once per channel, three times a week at the exact same time, and there are no vacations for this man - he is committed to making himself a part of your daily routine. 
  • Food puns.
  • His Cosmogony videos are much like your college classes, however, can your Professor summon fire and explain complicated mechanics with only a moogle and a chocobo finger puppet before an array of elaborate backgrounds? Think about that. 
  • He’s come up with new recipes mid-video before and all of his viewers love it.
  • He’s the third most subscribed YouTuber. 

Ravus Nox Fleuret

  • Do you know what fucking Flower Power is, my friend? Well, you do now, because Ravus dishes those details with finesse and bad words and he does not give a shit if you care about the behavior of the Brahma Kamal in the wild or not. 
  • This boy loves him some flowers, he is downright obsessed with their beauty, meaning, and whether or not they have the properties to kill you.
  • His YouTube channel is called Petal To The Metal and he hates it; the only reason he kept the name is because he couldn’t think of a more clever one and because Ignis was the one who decided on the line. Who can deny that pretty face?
  • However, it does apply, because he is not your everyday botanist - no. He’ll let you know every gorgeous detail about a bloom and then explain how it can be used to poison your party guests when they next come over for tea. 
  • He does not hate your hate comments, in fact, he’ll post them all over social media (username included) and proceed to roast you on livestream with the rest of his fans.
  • He’s the second most subscribed YouTuber of the group because he’s super hot and appeals to your inner petty bitch. 

Prompto Argentum

  • Have you ever wanted to be a film star? Prompto doesn’t, but he’ll sure as hell film your next three music videos for a heck of a deal. His channel is all about making movies, short films, live comics, and taking you for a spin behind the scenes of the small screen - he’s not famous yet, folks.
  • His favorite things to film are his friends and he’s super into vlogging, known to interview everyone when they’re hanging out, especially Ignis. You and everyone else knows he’s got a thing for the master of all. 
  • Prompto reads every single comment - EVERY single one, and he makes the time to reply when he can. He likes to be close to his fans. 
  • His YouTube channel is called Through The Lens and it’s classic, cozy, and only a little gay when the boys are around. 
  • Sometimes, he likes to make personal vlogs by himself to talk to his subscribers about his fears and anxiety; he gets a lot of peace from their good feedback.
  • He’s only filmed one horror video - it didn’t end well. 
  • He’d the top most subscribed YouTuber; everyone LOVES Prompto.

Noctis Lucis Caelum

  • Just your average Let’s Player, folks. Noctis’ channel is full of Grade B gaming runs and Grade A hilarity.
  • Not very original, his YouTube is called kingdreamy247 - for any of you that don’t know, it’s also his PSN username - and he wreaks havoc upon the gaming community with his absolute favorite series - Assassin’s Creed.
  • He dies a lot, so expect most playthroughs to be three times longer than you would expect, and for the word ‘FUCK’ to be said in succession multiple times per video. 
  • Never fear, his content does not end there, for he is an absolute sucker for review videos - from games to gear, he’s got you covered if you ever want to know which brand is the best in his book.
  • He LOVES opening your fanmail and will make the biggest deal out of fanart given to him, posting it up on his wall every time he gets a new piece. His father - the true King Dreamy - does not really approve of so much mail coming into the Citadel, but so long as it’s checked for any threat, he lets it go. 
  • His only special guest has always been Prompto. 
  • He’s down low on the Most Subscribed list; he doesn’t talk about it.

Gladiolus Amicitia

  • Are you ready for a walk on the wild side? Ever wanted to rough it in the wild but unsure if you would actually survive? Well, don’t you worry your pretty head, because the big guy has got your back and he’ll show you how to with or without a shirt.
  • Cup Noodle is the name of the channel and he really doesn’t give a fuck if you question it, because first of all, Cup Noodles are the best thing in the world and he doesn’t need your opinion on how to properly name a YouTube channel that actually correlates with the topic.
  • Posting twice a week, Gladio will take you straight to camp with his informative videos: Knots for Dummies, or a fan favorite, How to Prepare a Survival Cup Noodle Pts. I-VI.
  • The big guy doesn’t accept fanmail or gifts of any sort, but he does accept phone numbers, ladies.
  • Be sure to check out a new series addition to his channel: Braving the Beasts, an inside look to handling threats in the great outdoors - coming to you later this year, if he feels like going through with it. 
  • He’d be higher on the Most Subscribed list if he didn’t take so many vacations from the internet. Still, he’s somehow higher on the scale than Noctis.

Nothing Romantic about Jealousy (Taehyung one-shot)

A/N It’s finally here! Sorry about the wait.

Summary: You and Taehyung get into a huge fight.

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff (couldn’t help it)

Word count: 4300

Pairings: Taehyung x Reader

Trigger warnings: Smut, fighting, swear words (maybe? can’t remember.)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Books had always romanticized jealousy. But right now- right now- with your boyfriend standing in front of you, a permanent snarl on his face that would not falter with anything you said had you certain there was nothing romantic about it. You were also certain that if he had to reach out and pull you into a so-called passionate and possessive kiss you would swat his arm away and slam the door on your way out. In fact, you probably should have left already- maybe things wouldn’t have escalated so quickly, maybe everything you were saying wouldn’t be twisted into something of a villain like nature if you had just talked about this tomorrow. But you could never leave Taehyung- even when he offered zero comfort, you would always prefer him being next to you than somewhere else.

“Please, Taehyung.” Your voice was exhausted and pleading.

“Don’t ‘please’ me, Y/N.” He said coldly and you longed for the gentle Taehyung you were so familiar with- the Taehyung you weren’t worried around.

“Don’t make me do this.” You let your head fall so that you could look at your feet rather than his angry eyes. You wandered if he even heard your quiet voice, which was husky from your sore throat.

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Birthday Games

Summary: You try to get Gabriel to play some drinking games for your birthday but things don’t go quite as expected.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 6696

Warnings/Tags: smut, swearing, drinking games, intoxication (reader and Gabriel), stripping, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, grace kink, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, perfect body Gabe, a touch of possessive Gabe, fluff  

Author’s Note: Written for @bloodstained-porcelain-doll‘s #Challenge of Raven My prompts were:  “Loser does a striptease!”, Gabriel, and smut.  All tags are at the end.  

Special thanks to @sumara62​ who does such a fantastic job as my beta.  This wouldn’t be what it is without you. 

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“How is this supposed to be celebrating again?” Gabriel asked.  

Sam and Dean had forgotten it was your birthday again, heading in the opposite direction to visit Garth rather than returning from their latest hunt to celebrate.  As unashamed as you were about your drinking habits, you drew the line at getting drunk by yourself.  Doing it with a bunch of strangers wasn’t appealing either, which left your options pretty limited until Gabriel happened to pop in to drop off some birthday cookies.  

It had been a pleasant surprise to say the least, and once he was there you weren’t about to let the opportunity go to waste.

“I like drinking games,” you reminded him, your words taking on the slow drawl you got right before you hit the tipping point between tipsy and completely hammered.

“Ok, princess,” sarcasm rippled through tonight’s nickname he’d bestowed upon you, all because you insisted on having fun your way, “But these are all boring.”

One hand came up, toying with the neon pink umbrella decorating his glass, but it was the other hand out of your sight that had you worried.  You could feel the hum of his energy rise behind you, fingertips drifting idly across the top of your chair, brushing you in the process.  

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Strain pt.2

He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would change the way he lived his life. Road 1, He could back and apologize for losing his cool and things would eventually go back to how they were before. Depressing and humiliating. Or road 2, he could hold out and wait for them to finally realize how they were acting and how it was affecting him. He took a deep breath and kept walking towards his room. “It’s gone far enough as it is.” He thought, “this needs to stop now before it turns into an even bigger issue.”
The castle was silent for the next few days. He hadn’t been approached even once since the whole ordeal. “Typical.” He muttered.
It wasn’t like he was expecting that anyone would think about Lance’s position, but he was hoping they would see the bigger picture. Seeing how they were in War and all. He had just sat down with his breakfast when he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. “This way now Paladins,” He heard Coran’s voice announce, “You have someone you need to talk to.”
“Coran,” Allura started.
“Nope,” Coran replied opening the door and pushing them inside.
Lance glanced over to them with a raised brow, before turning back to his bowl and continued eating.
“Hi, Lance.” Shiro started scratching the back of his neck nervously, “how are you?”
He stayed silent, lifting another spoonful to his lips. “Look, we need to talk this out.” Shiro huffed, taking a seat across from him.
The others followed slowly, filling in the chairs around him. “I’m listening.” He stated.
“We need to start working as a team again, and get this behind us.” Allura added.
Lance hummed in agreement, swirling his spoon in his food goo.
“Do you want us to apologize?” Keith asked crossing his arms, “well we’re sorry.”
He growled out the last part making Lance smirk.
“Reallllyyy sorry.” Hunk added, with a small smile.
“Well, okay.” Lance said, a small smile forming on his own face.
The others breathed out a sigh of relief. Lance dropped his spoon on the table, a loud clang echoing through the room. “Since you’re so sorry; tell me, exactly what are you apologizing for?” He asked leaning his chin on his palm.
“Well, for blowing up at you for the mission.” Pidge replied, adjusting her glasses.
After a moment of silence she stared at him, “right?” She asked.
“The fact that you have to ask is just disappointing,” He said lowly, “the problems we have right now go deeper than one stupid mission.”
He picked up his empty bowl from the table, and pushed his chair back into the table. “As soon as you figure it out let me know.”
“Lance, come on. Give us something to work with here.” Keith said, also standing up from the table.
“I’ve given you enough hints already,” He sighed, “It’s sad I had to give you any in the first place.”
The dining rooms doors opened with a whoosh and closed just as fast as he stepped out into the hallway. He let out a shaky breath as he heard the team start to argue behind the closed door.
“We have to do something!” Hunk yelled, “We did something wrong and we have to figure it out!”
“Well we don’t know anything!” Pidge yelled back.
“You had to ruin everything didn’t you Pidge?” Keith scowled.
“ME?!” She snapped, “Are you serious? You didn’t even say anything! And you’re the one that made him mad when he was leaving!”
He turned the corner leaning his back heavily on the wall before slipping to the ground. “How did it go, my boy?” Coran asked appearing next to his side.
“Not too well Coran.” Lance mumbled back, “not too well at all.”
“I have faith they’ll come to the right conclusion soon Lance.” Coran assured, giving him a pat on the back, “arrogance is a curtain, that many have a hard time getting past but I think they can do it. If not for the Universe, at least for you.”
“Thanks Coran.” Lance replied, with a small hiccup.
“Do you want me to assist you getting back to your room?” He asked helping him off the ground.
“I think I’ good, I think I’m going to go to the training deck for a bit anyways.” He replied.
“Alrighty then, I’ll check up on you later.”
Lance nodded and they went their separate ways down the hallway.
More time passed before they were summoned to the bridge to discuss plans for the next planet mission. They all arrived in their armour and sat around the halo map. “Is there any questions about the plan?” Shiro asked, just finishing going over all the points of the mission.
“Yeah,” Lance said stepping forward.
They all turned their attention to Lance as he walked forward to the layout. “There’s a hole in the defence.” He stated starting to point towards one of the far corners of the map.
Allura rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to say something when Shiro raised his hand and stopped her. Lance looked up surprised at Shiro. “Where?” Shiro asked with a smile.
“Um, this vent here. It may look unassuming but the measurements on the scale says that it’s probably big enough to fit a sniper in.” He replied with a look of confusion, “we have to make sure to clear it along with all the other vents. If they assume that you made the call to overlook it, it could cause someone to get hurt.”
“I didn’t even think of that Lance, thank you.” Shiro said adding it to their battle plan.
“That was weird.” Lance mumbled under his breath, “Usually I get cut off.”
“Okay, is everyone ready?” Shiro asked, putting on his helmet.
Their was approval throughout the room as they headed towards the lions and headed down to the surface of the planet.  “Let’s do this right this time,” Shiro commented, “everyone head to your designated battle positions and await further orders.”
Lance rolled his eyes, but safety landed Blue and begun building up his sniper nest. Everything was quiet until a gleam of light caught Lance’s eye. “Shiro,” he whispered over the comms, “they’re here.”
The light flashed off of the Galra generals armour as he stalked through the streets with other soldiers trailing behind him. “How many do you see?” Keith asked.
“I’m counting at least 20 plus 3 high ranking ones.” He replied, looking through his scope, “others could have gone down the side streets. They’re still about 400-600 m from my current position.”  
“Copy. We’re headed towards your position.”
The battle begun in the streets below with Lance providing covering fire wherever he could. Suddenly Shiro hit the ground in front of the general, in turn distracting Keith and landing him on the ground as well. “Shit.” Lance muttered, letting off rounds double time.
“Do you have a clear shot of the general?!” Hunk yelled over the comms, still fighting off other soldiers.
“Not yet!” He yelled back.
The fray was getting less and less dense until their was only the General and a few foot soldiers left standing. “I got a shot!” Lance yelled, lining up his shot, when red filled the scope.
“No.” He grit out, watching the general as he lifted Keith in front of his body, “he figured out where I was shooting from.”
He immediately snatched his rifle into his arms and ran from his post. “Lance where are you going?!” Pidge yelled.
“Snipers are useless when their post is found, I need to find somewhere else.” He snapped back.
There was a sigh from the comm and a quiet “okay”.
He disappeared in the shadows as he looked for a better vantage point. “Aw,” the general cooed, “is he running away?”
“He would never leave us here!” Hunk yelled, from his place now on the ground.
“Is that right?” The general laughed, “are you sure about that? He doesn’t seem to like you that much right now.”
“What are you talking about?” Keith growled.
“Unknown to a lot of species some Galran generals have gained some new abilities from the Druids that give us the ability to sense moods in enemies. That way it’s easier to take them down.” He explained, “From what I can sense from your blue paladin he isn’t too happy with his team.”
The team winced, staring down at the ground. “He not very appreciated on this team is he? Even though the blue paladin is made to keep the energy of Voltron up. They’re tactical thinkers too. Does he help with planning?” He asked in a mocking tone.
He took a deep whiff of air, “You smell distressed paladins, even a little embarrassed. Should I take that as a no?”
“I think I know why Lance is so mad at us now.” Hunk whispered.
“Yeah, me too.” Pidge agreed.
“Maybe I’ll offer the blue paladin a place on my ship.” The general laughed, “At least there he’ll be appreciated for his work.”
They all gasped and begun struggling even harder against their captors. “You can’t just take him!” Keith yelled, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
Suddenly there was a loud crack as Keith cried out. “I do whatever I want.” He snapped, “and I’m going to start by killing every one of you.”
He looked around at each of their faces. “Who should I start with?” He pondered, “or maybe I’ll just start with you?”
There was a quiet buzz that quickly got louder as one of the foot shoulders was struck in the head by Lance’s blue beam and fell to the ground next to Hunk. “Damn!” The general yelled, as each remaining soldier was gunned down. “Where’s it coming from!”
He held Keith in front of him again in an effort to cover the vital parts of his body.
He was still spinning around when cold metal pressed to the back of his head. He dropped Keith in surprise and fear. “You hurt them, now you have to deal with me.” Lance hissed, his sniper rifle already turned into a hand gun.
He let off a single shot and the general fell to the ground. “Let’s get out of here.” He said with a sigh.
They quickly boarded the lions and headed back to the castle for their debrief. “You did amazing out their Lance,” Shiro started, “you really saved us. Even with the way the last couple days.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not going to let a personal grudge put someone else’s life in danger.” He stated, “that also doesn’t mean that I’m letting it go either.”
The team looked between themselves. “Also Lance, We’re extremely sorry. About everything.” Hunk started.
“Okay, this again. I’ll bite.” Lance replied, with a bored look on his face. “What are you sorry about?”
“For ignoring your advice on plans, when it could have seriously helped.” Shiro said quickly.
A shocked look overcame Lance’s face.
“And calling you names.” Keith added.
“And for not appreciating everything you do for us.” Pidge said softly, “theres a lot of things you do for us that we take advantage of.”
“That includes taking out our frustrations on you.” Allura added, clear shame in her voice.
“Okay.” Lance replied softly.
He sniffed, “okay.”
“Thank you.” He choked out, “now we can start again and make this team stronger than ever before.”
The team nodded in agreement, everyone with smiles on their faces this time.

“Together” (Fire and Ice) chapter two

a/n: What happens the after boatsex. Got damn this ship is going to kill me. I WILL GO DOWN WITH IT.

Part 1 is here

If you prefer to read on Part 1 | Part 2


Jon woke with a start sometime in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. His heart was racing. Visions of falling dragons and ice and the dead burned in the back of his eyelids …all his loved ones, every single one…and at the front…Daenerys, naked and dead, flesh rotting off her bones, holding a baby with terrifying blue eyes.

Jon…” she had whispered eerily, voice dead and hollow and raspy with decay.

He squeezed his eyelids shut tight, trying to burn the image away. Opened them again to dimly lit planks above his head. The candles had nearly burned low. The baby’s cries rang in his ears like the chilling sound of three blows of the horn.

He turned his head to his right. She lay with her back to him, sleeping soundly, soft little snores vibrating in his heart. Her silver hair shimmered in the candlelight mixed with the moonlight streaming through the window.

Terror gripped his heart.

The dead were coming.

He felt it, more and more everyday. The longer it went on, the more terrified he was. This…waiting…traveling…it was taking too long. He needed to be at the wall now with a host of men and women and his back to fight the dead.

He leaned over and kissed her hair. Daenerys stirred, but did not wake. He sighed. Sat up.

Jon placed his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes hard, still unable to burn the image from his mind.


Gods, why now. Why here. Why now, at the end of the world, was he only allowed to find this? Find her? Find love like this?

He drew a deep, heavy sigh. His heart rate was slowly returning to normal.

He leaned back, over his Queen again. Hooked a finger around her silver curls and pulled them behind her ear. Kissed the skin now exposed and down her neck. She stirred. Her eyes opened a sliver.

“I’m going to go take a piss,” he whispered softly. “I’ll be back.”

She nodded sleepily. He kissed her cheek again and she smiled half a smile. He softened. Oh, how he’d fallen.

He stood, dressed as quiet as he could, leaving his armor behind and only putting on his fur-lined leather shirt. He checked to make sure the coast was clear before leaving Daenerys’ cabin, then went above decks.

Only a small skeleton crew piloted the ship this late at night. He nodded to the helmsman, who nodded back and returned his eyes to the open sea.

It was beautiful out here, fresh sea air filling his nostrils, moonlight bouncing off of the calm sea. Rhagael paddled softly in the water at some distance away, moonlight reflecting off of his green scales. He watched as the the dragon took a long draw of water and puffed, smoke and steam rising from his nostrils. Jon inhaled deeply at the same time as the dragon, his deep breath finished long before Rhagael’s giant lungs had filled even halfway.

The air was slightly chilly, and he felt the heat that he had garnered over the night quickly disappate. He shivered once more and sighed.

Jon walked to the edge of the ship and took out his cock to piss over the side. The air filled with the scent of sex that lingered on his cock.

Daenerys’ beauty filled his mind once more, and made it slightly difficult to piss as he grew slightly hard. He winced and forced it out.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

He heard footseps behind him and he turned his head.

“Snow,” said Tyrion.

“Tyrion,” Jon replied.

Tyrion stood beside him at a decent distance and also pulled out his cock. The hard sound of his stream hitting the water below filled the night. Jon continued pissing.

“Beautiful night,” said Tyrion.

“Yes,” said Jon. He has no reason to know, Jon thought firmly.

“I am sure our Queen would appreciate this beauty,” said Tyrion slyly.

Fuck, he knows.

Nevertheless, Jon played along.

“I’m sure she would,” said Jon.

Overhead, he heard a soft, deep growl. He looked up to see Drogon flying in circles overhead, ever watchful. The Dragon tilted his head and one of his great red eyes met Jon’s briefly, examining him, looking straight into his soul, before looking out to sea again. Jon shivered. They were so much more intelligent that he had ever thought. Not just beasts.

“Our Queen has not recovered from the loss of her child yet, I think,” said Tyrion softly. He had finished pissing and now he was watching Rhaegal with a tight expression on his face.

“No,” said Jon softly in agreement, shaking off and putting away his cock. “I don’t think she quite…believes it happened. Not really.”

Jon had felt grief before, many times, had seen it in many men and women in his short life, had seen it destroy many men and women; but he didn’t think he would ever understand…hoped he would never understand… how it felt to lose a child. Much less a child that was one of the last great wonders of its kind, such a marvel of a beast that all around the world were in awe and fear of it. He thought back to when he had touched Drogon’s hard, scaly smooth snout. The heat that had radiated from him and filled Jon with fire. His heart mourned for one less in the world.

“It was a reckless thing,” said Tyrion, jaw tight. “Her going to your rescue. Reckless. Foolish. She shouldn’t have done it. I advised her not to, but she wouldn’t listen to me. She had to save you.”

Jon didn’t answer. He avoided looking at the dwarf, eyes fixed on Rhaegal out to sea. He could feel the dwarf’s eyes burning into him.

“Love makes people do reckless, stupid things without a thought to the realm, Jon Snow.”

He could hear some unspoken pain and anger in Tyrion’s voice and finally looked at him.

“I know that,” he said. He could not help the bite in his voice, feeling strangely defensive. Of course he knew that, he’d seen it. Heard about it. Read about it in history books, how two people’s love for each other would almost always make the world burn and the common folk reap the consequences.

“Do you?” said Tyrion. “Because I’m not so sure. This relationship you are forming with our Queen-”

“I’m not-” he said defensively.

Tyrion silenced him with a look.

“I may be a foolish, drunken dwarf, but I’m not an idiot, Jon Snow. Nor am I blind. It’s in my job description to know what goes on behind closed doors, especially in regards to our Queen. It’s in my job description to protect her from all threats, political and otherwise.”

Jon sighed.

“Look I don’t know how you found out-I don’t care. But what happens between her and whoever she chooses to spend her nights with is her business, and hers alone.”

Tyrion shook his head.

“You know nothing of politics, Jon Snow,” he said, his eyes hard. “This is not like a battle, or a fight against the dead, or wildlings. Politics is a long game. If you don’t learn how to play it, you’ll be as dead as those beyond the wall before you know it.”

Jon swallowed, anger rising.

You don’t-”

“Jon, I’m speaking as your friend and as the Queen’s Hand. I don’t wish to anger you.”

Jon huffed and looked back out to sea, watched Rhagael groom underneath a wing. The moonlight shone green through the outstreched translucent wing. He sighed again.

They were quiet for a moment.

“When we left Meeren,” started Tyrion. “Daenerys had to leave a lover behind, a man she thought she loved but told me she had felt nothing when ending it. She had done the right thing. She knew it, I knew it. She had to leave him behind.”

Jon didn’t know why Tyrion was telling him this.

“When we reached Westeros, we would need to form alliances. Strong alliances that could not easily be broken, not even with time. I told you, politics is a long game. We would need to secure an alliance that would last for life, long beyond the War with Cersei. Long after Daenerys sat on the Iron Throne. I knew this going in. She did too, I think.”

“Marriage,” Jon realized, his heart sinking.

“You learn quickly, Jon Snow. Very good.”

Jon’s heart sanker deeper.

“I didn’t know who it would be,” Tyrion continued. “However, I knew she would need to be unmarried and unattached. My mind ran through several options. There was Loras Tyrell, after all, the Reach is the second richest house in the seven kingdoms, they would be a powerful ally. Although that idea got blown up along with the Sept, courtesy of my dear sister. There was Dickon Tarly, after that, a second, less powerful house, but the next most logical to take over the reach after the death of the Tyrells…although that went up in flames as well. Perhaps a Dornish prince? For sure, they were one of weaker alliances with a powerful position. There would always be one of the many sons of Walder Frey, perhaps? The twins is a strategically valuable position…although Winter Came for House Frey, as the common folk whisper. Good riddance. They were a terrible family, with no loyalty, and capable of much worse things than even the Red Wedding. That never would have been my first choice, only as a last resort.”

“Get to the point,” muttered Jon. Tyrion ignored him.

“And then there was my brother, who, although he would hate it as much as she would, would make a very strong, powerful alliance and put an end to the war in a swift stroke. Though, of course Cersei would never go along with that…for reasons you and I both know. She wants Jamie all to herself. And she would never give him up to her worst enemy, of all people. I do believe my dear sister hates our Queen more than she does me now…which is saying something.”

They both exchanged a look. Tyrion’s lips twitched upwards.

Jon felt his heart, which was so full only hours ago, sink deeper and deeper into a deep black crevice that it would never escape from. He thought he knew what Tyrion was getting at here. His face fell as he looked back out at Rhaegal.

“And you don’t think it would be appropriate for a bastard of Winterfell, with a false title of King in the North to marry the most powerful woman in the world.”

Tyrion was silent for a long time as Jon felt his heart breaking. He could feel his eyes boring into him.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” said Tyrion softly. Jon looked at him. “A marriage alliance between the Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the King in the North is quite a powerful alliance indeed.”

Jon felt his lips part. His heart jumped into his throat.

“It has a precedence,” he continued, “and I do believe it is our only shot at convincing the Northern Lords to accept our Queen while keeping you, who has already bent the knee, in power.

"Aside from that, our Queen has the largest army. The North-which you control-has the second largest army. Winterfell and the North is a strategic location that we cannot afford to lose-especially in regards to the threat beyond the wall, and with Winter here…. I am glad you decided to bend the knee.”

Tyrion smiled weakly at Jon.

“But I’m afraid it won’t be enough for your people. You were elected. You can be un-elected. And Northerlings are strange, fickle beings. If they do not accept your fealty to our Queen, they will put someone else in your place-I am sure of it. Sansa being the most likely choice, and, personally, I think she would make a wonderful Warden of the North. And that is a very distinct difference from Queen in the North.

"And contrary to what you may believe-I do not want you to lose your title as King in the North. Neither does our Queen.”

Tyrion was silent.

Jon took a deep, shaky breath.

“So you mean-”

“Yes,” said Tyrion sadly. “I was going to advise Daenerys that she marry you. You are her age, young, strong, relatively handsome-unmarried. In a powerful position as King in the North, which, I believe, far overpowers your bastard status, and makes you worthy…not that being a Noble really matters anymore anyway, the last two Kings to sit on the Iron Throne were bastards anyway. Plus you have achieved many great deeds in your life and your time at the wall and afterwards. You were by far the superior choice to anyone else in the world.”

Jon took another heavy breath. His heart was hammering. He looked out at Rhaegal, was silent as he watched the great green dragon spread his wings and take off out of the water with great gusts of wind and spray of the sea cause by several heavy flaps of his massive wings. Jon Snow watched, as Rhagael let out a roar and flew into the air to join his brother. His heart was soaring again with the Dragon. He could marry Daenerys.

-But-” began Tyrion, bringing Jon back down to reality with a hard crash. Anything before the word ‘But’ is horseshit. “I did not want it like this.”

Jon felt his heart break.

“What do you mean?” he said, confused.

“Feelings only complicate the matter. Like I said, love…” he spat the word out, like he despised it. “Only makes people reckless. It brings into question every decision a person makes. The northern lords, superstitious, simplistic folk as they are, will think you have been bewitched by the dragon queen-a foreigner who only wants you for strategy. It does not matter what the truth is-and you cannot hide it. More will see. More have seen than I would already have liked. You are completely and utterly in love with her. It complicates things. Extremely.”

Jon hung his head. He could not deny it. He knew he would not try to deny it.

“It shouldn’t matter,” he said.

“No, it shouldn’t,” said Tyrion sadly. He looked at Jon softly. “I don’t blame you, you know. You’re not the first to fall for our Queen and you certainly won’t be the last. She is a very-extraordinary-woman.”

Jon looked at him, brow furrowed.

“Do you-?”

Tyrion let out a burst of laughter, loud and hard. But Jon knew he was masking a severe internal pain. “Me? No. No. No, I will never love again.”

That piqued Jon’s curiosity. Though he knew if he asked, Tyrion would lie. He was very good at it.


“Don’t ask what you don’t want to know, Jon Snow.”

Tyrion’s face was a hard, painful mask.

Jon was silent for a moment.

“I do,” said Jon, in his heavy northern accent. “You’re right. I do - I love her. Nothing could stop that now, I tried to resist, but…she’s…she’s…” he could not describe it. But Tyrion seemed to understand. The dwarf nodded his head.

“And she loves you,” said Tyrion, looking at him.

Jon was silent.

“You know, it’s funny. I’ve seen the Dragon Queen do so many things. Wonderful things. Terrible things. I’ve seen her seek her counselors advice. I’ve seen her threaten her advisers. I’ve seen her tell them to come to her if they ever had doubts about her rule-to tell her if she made a questionable decision instead of plotting behind her back… I’ve seen her free slaves. I’ve seen her capable of great compassion and I’ve seen her capable of great cruelty for those who would harm the innocent. She is ruthless and yet compassionate. I’ve seen her set people on fire with her dragons and I’ve seen her torn apart as she locked them away because they killed a sheepherder’s son. She seeks the advice of those wiser than her, weighs all of her options, and then makes her own that are a far better solution than anyone could have offered her before. I have seen her make many mistakes and she always knew the moment she had made them and learns from them-that is a rare gift. She is a remarkable woman. She will make an extraordinary queen. Far better than my sister. Or cruel Joffery. Or weak Tommen-rest his poor little soul-and She will be far better than foolish Robert Baratheon ever was. Far - far - better than the Mad King. But only-

"Only with the right people by her side.

"She continually…surprises me. I should expect it by now. I thought I’d seen everything from her. I never thought-I never thought I would see her fall in love. But she has. with you, of all people. The Bastard of Winterfell.” Tyrion said with some amusement. “I have to say, I did not see this coming when I met you in Winterfell’s courtyard all those years ago, Jon Snow.”

They exchanged a long look. Tyrion’s face faltered.

“Do you remember what I said to you?” Tyrion asked, face hard and sharp and intelligent.

“All dwarves are bastards in their fathers eyes.” Jon repeated his word’s from so long ago.

“Aye, and what else did I say?”

Jon took a deep breath.

“Wear it like armor, so it can never be used to hurt you.”

They exchanged a long, knowing look.

“Wise words that I’ve taken to heart,” said Jon after a while.

“I’ve had to remind myself … more than a few times.” mumbled Tyrion.

They were silent for a long moment, both deep in thought.

“I do believe, Jon, you will make a wonderful King for our Queen,” said Tyrion finally. “But you must wear your love for each other like armor against the world. So that it might never be used to hurt you. And it will. Believe me. They will use it to hurt you.”

Tyrion’s voice broke. Jon thought he saw Tyrion’s eyes grow shiny, but the small man who was more akin to a giant looked out to sea, hiding his eyes from Jon. There was a very long moment of silence.

“What was her name?” Jon asked quietly and carefully after a while.

Tyrion was silent for a very long time. For a moment Jon thought he might not answer but finally he did.

“Shae,” he murmered silently, the name rolling off his tongue softly, like it was simultaneously the most beautiful and ugliest word to him. It sounded like smooth river rocks coming from the back of his throat, strangling him. Jon suspected he had not said her name in a long time.

Jon was silent for a moment.

“What happened to her?” he asked quietly.

Tyrion’s face grew into a cold, hard scowl.

“I strangled her after I found her in my father’s bed.”

He looked at Jon, and their eyes met with a sharp jolt. Jon knew he saw tears in the Lannister’s eyes then. And Jon suddenly realized it would be very dangerous to cross this man.

“Love is a powerful and dangerous thing, Jon Snow,” he said seriously, his voice was barely more than a cracked whisper. “You could get lost in it. You both could. Don’t forget your duty. Don’t forget her duty. And don’t-whatever you do-Don’t let them use it against you.”

And then he was gone.

Jon took a deep, shaky breath, swaying silently with the rocking of the boat, staring out to sea, his eyes wide, deep in thought, his throat tight. He watched the dragons fly above him for a long time, until he finally decided to return below decks, to his Queen.

He stripped naked again and lay down beside her, pulling her to him and spooning her body with his, clinging to her like she was the only thing that mattered. Kissed her neck as she snuggled deeper into his arms, wiggling her bottom so that his cock nestled between her legs.

“I love you, Daenerys Targaryen. My Queen,” he breathed in her ear. “I will never let any one hurt you. I will never let anyone hurt us.”

Her eyes flickered open sleepily and she twisted to met his eyes. Her gaze softened, but her brows bowed, growing worried.

“What happened, Jon?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he said softly. “Just…let me hold you.”

Her face softened. Her fingers brushed his cheek. She kissed him softly. He felt his cock twitch.

They broke apart.

“I love you too, Jon Snow. Whatever it is, we can face it together.”

He smiled softly. Nodded.


a/n: yeah, yeah, no sex. But conversations with Tyrion. Just as important. Trust me, you haven’t seen the last of Jon riding the dragon. Proud of this one :) Please REBLOG! <3

Klaus Mikaelson/Mikael imagine - Monsters Of Men

Originally posted by joligraphie

AN: Well, I may have started watching the originals again and I’m almost on season 3 and I had a little idea of an imagine… So…here it is. I mean I don’t really know what this is, since I just let myself write this at 1am and  so I’m posting it. 

Summary: Klaus loves you, therefore you are a weakness, a weakness that Mikael can use but what happens when you turn into Mikael’s weakness too?

Pairing: Klaus x reader, Mikael x reader (somewhat)

Word count: 2,040

Warnings: None really, mentions of blood, some strong language

Two men. Two monsters. Two creatures of darkness.

Both cruel and cold and murderous beings. Both so far stuck in their own minds that you weren’t aware that they could even feel what they did for you.

You. A simple human, longing for the immortal life but it never being granted to you.

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anonymous asked:

Yaaaaaaaaay!! Ask box is open! First off I want to say this blog is fantastic and you're doing a great job running it! Keep up the great work. :> I really liked your villain AU's I was wondering if I could have Shinsou, Mirio, and Kirishima (separate of course) with an s/o who's a hero who has been trying track them down for months and they keep slipping away?? Lots of flirty banter from the villains and maybe even a kiss before they slip away from the frustrated hero?? :D

Okay, this is my new weakness, right beside soulmate au’s. And thank you very much for your kind words, I will keep doing my best! And I very much hope I could write this well enough and that you’re going to like it =)


“How interesting, we seem to keep meeting up.” Shinsou says, when he sneaks up on the hero. They spin around, a fist flying out and Shinsou easily backs up, bringing a smart distance between himself and them.

He grins a little, though it shows some traces of teasing and a light smugness. Mostly though, he looks genuinely amused to see them again.

“I’m taking you in today!” The hero yells, determined and charges forward. Shinsou chuckles.

“I thought you knew better by now than to respond to me.” He says, easily, his body relaxed enough to dodge any attack.

“What…” They begin and trail off; their face blanking and they slow to a stop. Shinsou walks the last few steps towards them.

“I’m serious.” He says, voice low and just a tad intense. He grins, though this time it’s rather dark. “Do not be so careless.”

With that, he releases the powers of his Quirk. The hero breathes in and takes a step back, their back straightening.

“You don’t get to decide that.” They say and he pauses, surprised. They don’t attempt to attack him again and instead look determined and a bit frustrated. “And maybe, I actually like talking to you.”

“What a surprise.” Shinsou’s grin grows a bit crooked and yet, somehow it’s the most sincere one so far. He reaches out and is surprised a second time when the hero lifts their hand as well, allowing him to touch them. He pulls their hand to his and presses a feather light kiss to their fingertips.

“I still think I’m right.”

“How…” They blank again and he chuckles, letting go of their hand and stepping back.

“Try to catch me next time, maybe then we can talk.”


Mirio seeks the hero out on purpose. They haven’t talked in a while, since he has been busy with a heist of his and he’s careful enough to catch them while they’re alone and in a quiet, deserted part of the city at night.

“How nice to see you again.” He says, after he phases out of the wall and taps their shoulder. Jumping back, he chuckles when the hero makes a startle sound and whirls around.

“Where have you been?”  They ask, taking a step back and cautiously taking up a fighting stance.

“So mistrusting.” Mirio says with an easy, friendly smile. “And have you been trying to track me down? I’m touched, you’re so interested.”

They huff out a frustrated breath, though Mirio notices they also don’t refute his teasing. His smile widens a tad and he steps closer, ready to phase through the ground at a moment’s notice to ensure they won’t be able to attack him.

“One of these days, I will find your hideout.” The hero promises and while their voice is sure, it lacks the note of grim determination he’s used to getting from other heroes. Slowly, Mirio lifts a hand and wraps it around the fist they have raised before them.

“Truly? I would welcome you then. Maybe set up a nice dinner, put up some candlelight…” He moves closer, slowly, deliberately, while he speaks and the hero’s cautious stance loosens. Mirio steps right up to them, his thumb brushing over their wrist. “Maybe I’ll even drop a few hints, so you can find me sooner.”

The hero swallows. “Who says I need your damn hints?”

Mirio hums and leans closer, gauging if they’re welcoming what he’s about to do and when they lean towards him, he lightly brushes a kiss onto the corner of their mouth. “Hurry up then.”

And with those words, he phases through the ground and easily lands in the underground hallway, that runs beneath the street. Grinning, he can just imagine the frustrated groan or half shout the hero surely releases into the night right now.


Kirishima perks up when he sees the familiar outfit of his favorite hero. They’re sitting in an alley, close enough to the busy street so they can react should anything happen and far enough away from the hustle and bustle to eat their lunch in peace.

Grinning, Kirishima jumps off the roof and easily lands in the alley, the ground groaning and his feet leaving light indents in the concrete. The hero startles and jumps up, while Kirishima mostly releases his Quirk and straightens. He’s keeping his arms hard though, in case they decide they’re going to attack him right away.

“Don’t scare me like that.” The hero gasps, one hand clutching their lunch and eyeing him warily.

Kirishima grins and tilts his head in a silent apology. “I didn’t mean to. We just haven’t seen each other in a while.”

“And why is that?” They ask, sounding more confident and the lines of their shoulders relax. “Maybe we would see more of each other if you would let me catch you.”

“You would visit me in prison? How sweet of you.” Kirishima’s grin grows toothy. “Though I have to decline, prison garb doesn’t really suit me.” He walks a bit closer, and tilts his head. “Are you not calling for backup?”

The hero huffs out a breath. “I’m eating lunch.” They say, just a tad frustrated. “Besides, I can take you on alone just fine.”

“I’m sure you can.” Kirishima rushes forward, fast enough to startle them a little and then he gently taps their collarbone. “But your guard is down right now.”

The hero looks up at him, the surprise leaving their face and they look frustrated, though they also don’t tense up. Kirishima smiles and leans forward to quickly press a light, chaste and teasing kiss on their nose, before he retreats again, and waves at them.

“See you around!” Ignoring their yell to wait, he scales the building and disappears, a wide grin on his face.

Atlas: Part Two

                                                    bucky x reader

summary: i n f i n i t y war.

                                                  word count: 2,521

if this gets to 200, i will post the rest - worked on this for hours upon hours. and I already have parts written for it, crazy.

notes: angst, mentions of sex and cursing.

please send in feedback, its really appreciated 

word count: 2,108

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mp938368  asked:

Can you do the Chocobros reacting to their s/o getting seriously injured while trying to keep them safe? Like maybe their s/o pushes them out of the way of an incoming attack, & gets hit in their place.

Over protective S/O is best!  Yes! Ready for this!



It happened so fast, one moment Noctis found himself frozen staring eye to eye with the large serpent like creature that raised itself to strike. The next he was being pushed aside by you, only to watch as the Midgrdsormr wrapped it’s jaws around you.

Had you not been wielding a spear at that time and managed to jam it vertically within its mouth, it would have easily snapped you in two. Yet still the creature managed to get its fangs within you, as your scream echoed around the battlefield.

Noctis let out a  bark of your name, feeling his hands surround in a power. He wasn’t certain if it was fire, or ice but he knew that this time he would not miss. He aimed for the head, stunning the creature, before quickly warping up, one slash of his sword, taking the head clean from the rest of the body.

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Mermaids; part 2

Legolas Greenleaf x Fem!Reader

Character(s): Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil

Fandom: The Hobbit/LOTR

Prompt/plot: Reader is a mermaid who somehow got washed up near Mirkwood. Legolas is out hunting and finds her only to take her home and to care for her. Thranduil has allowed her to stay in Mirkwood and Legolas will help her learn to walk, which leads to different things.

Warning(s): nudity, curious/confused reader about genitals 

A/N: I’M HYPED FOR THIS YOOO. Also I noticed I use the word ‘quick’ in literally everything I write lmao.

Tagged: @17baldwinn 

Alu tarien = water princess 

[part 1]

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics

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The Layout of Miranda’s House

For a few months now I’ve been chipping away at this for the purposes of my own fic-writing and general curiosity, and I thought others might be interested in it as a reference. It’s far from scientific–my ability to discern spatial relationships is in general highly suspect–but it’s at least a general idea.

(Click on the image to enlarge it.) 

A few notes/observations:

  • The layout of the house does not, in fact, make a whole lot of sense. This is the only way I could get it to even vaguely spatially work out, however, so I’ll assume it was a product of necessity/a Jacobean sense of “throw it all together and call it a day.”
  • Furniture does move around somewhat–by season four the narrow table between the kitchen and dining room is gone, for example, and several times in season one Miranda moves furniture out to the porch that doesn’t appear to live there permanently. In addition, the chairs move around basically every episode, so I drew in the ones that happened to be there in the scene(s) I was using for reference for that particular room, and just left it at that.
  • Relatedly: in case it isn’t obvious, the diamond shapes are chairs.
  • I believe the whole house is on one level–based on the height of the ceilings and what the roof looks like from the outside, it doesn’t look like there’s even an attic. She might have a cellar that would be accessed from outside, but we just don’t see enough of the outside of the house to know. (ETA: @secretagentofcaos and @sidewaystime have pointed out that we do in fact see enough of the house to know, and that there is an outdoor-access cellar visible in season four, when Billy gets the Skeleton Island map.) 
  • This house is big, by the standards of eighteenth-century farm houses—most average people (lower- to middle-class) in England and English colonies lived a family to a single-room, maybe two-room house (often with a loft or attic). This would be more on the scale of an upper-class plantation house, and not something James could have built by himself, so it’s my firm headcanon that it belonged to an English planter who was killed/driven off the island in the Rosario raids, which James and Miranda then bought/took over when they arrived on New Providence.
  • (That said, it should be noted that my frame of reference for this is the North American colonies at the time, and it’s possible British Caribbean architecture developed differently–certainly the house shows its geographic influences in other ways, like the fact that only one room has a direct source of heat.)
  • I also headcanon that they found it with most of the furniture still inside it, and that that’s more or less the furniture we see in it in the show. This explains away a few oddities—the three beds, while a hell of a metaphor, don’t make much sense for a house that holds at most two people—and also sates some of my own curiosity over the style of furniture inside it. I won’t go into too much mind-numbing detail here, but most if not all of Miranda’s furniture is a sort of elegant folk style—well-made and often nicely decorated, but not following either the actual fashionable designs of the time, or the show’s version of the fashionable designs of the time. Clearly they can get more fashionable furniture on the island (see Eleanor’s office, Flint’s cabin, etc.), so I find it really interesting that James doesn’t bring Miranda this style of furniture—the only pieces that I can identify as more fashionable are the little desk tucked in the corner of the dining room, which has a certain 17th century Baroque sensibility to it, and the spinet.
  • Incidentally: yes, the musical instrument Miranda has is a spinet. (To run briefly down the list of options: pianos weren’t invented yet,* harpsichords are much bigger, and both clavichords and virginals are boxier.) Spinets were very popular and fashionable in the early 1700s—they’re basically a miniature harpsichord, working in the same way and sounding very similar. (*ETA: as @bean-about-townn quite rightly points out, pianos had in fact been invented by 1715, they were just extremely rare and far from being popularized yet.)
  • Most of the walls are whitewashed, but the walls of Miranda’s room are made of mats of what looks like woven reeds, attached to a frame, almost like her room was originally a porch of some kind. 
  • There are just so many great little details in this set: I should really make a whole different post about it, but I love the pictures on the walls; I love the flowers in Miranda’s room; I love the general clutter of pots and jars and books laying around. I’m so interested in the life Miranda led here, and I think you get at least some clues to it in this house.

I hope people find this helpful! I welcome questions, comments, corrections, and general thoughts.

cropclrcle  asked:

2,5,7,16,25 for a prompt where it's Sirius after Azkaban and the reader is a part of the order of the Phoenix, maybe they knew each other before he got arrested?

Right, after what feels like a 50-year writing slump, I have finally returned from the grave with this. It’s not my best work, but it’s something I guess. I also combined several asks into this prompt so have fun reading this!

2. “In the least creepy way possible, I know where you live.”, 5. “Emotions are a luxury I don’t have time for.” 7. “I just want to start over.” 16. “Tell me everything,” and 25. “Clearly I did not drink enough for this.”

4. “Why would you even suggest that?” 35. “You don’t deserve this.” And 59. “I don’t want you, I need you.” (Hey. Can I have 4,16,35 and 59 with Sirius pls. Thanks 😍😍)

13. “I love you, I always have.”  (Hi. Could I request a Sirius with nos 7,13, and 59? Thanks)

12 Grimmauld Place is cold and eerie, like something out of a horror film. It gives you the same feeling as a graveyard at midnight would and it’s unnerving to say the least. The place has a distinct air about it; like the walls cling to secrets best left in a grave.

Scaling the stairs, you let your fingers glide over the rail, leaving a trail in the dust. The floorboards groan beneath the weight of your steps as you continue to climb, passing several severed heads of the unfortunate house elves who had fallen victim to Wahlburga Black’s wrath. A pang of sympathy rippled in your chest; it must have been terrible living here.

Yet Sirius Black had to survive here for sixteen years.

It seemed like yesterday when he had arrived on your doorstep, glassy-eyed and exhausted. He had escaped with the hope of never returning, yet here he is, held captive against his will in a place he considers worse than Azkaban. He’s been a prisoner his entire life and the unfairness of it all shakes your heart.

It’s no wonder he’s retreated into his room, isolating himself from everyone and everything in this cursed house. Concern grows inside your ribcage like weeds, sprouting seeds of sympathy as you walk toward his door, your wand levitating a tray of tea on one side while the other trembles around the door knob.

You hesitate slightly, unsure of yourself. It’s been fourteen years since you’ve seen him and those years had dug a void between the two of you. A huge, gaping void that’s filled to the brim with things you could’ve said, things you should’ve said. It reminds you of your youth, standing on the other side of the door, wondering if he still thinks of you the way he used to when you were almost lovers. You have to do this, for Harry, for James and Lily, for Sirius, for you.

One knock, one tentative knock, and Sirius is already dismissing you.

“It’s locked. Don’t bother opening it.” He calls from the other side. You open the door anyway. Sirius is sitting with his back to you and you take a deep breath in, releasing it with a sigh.

“You’ve always been a terrible liar.”

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So, let’s talk about Gaara

In the past week since I posted the 3 part Gaara snippet, I have received messages asking me if I hate Gaara or if I enjoy abusing him emotionally. Well, none of those messages were serious, since you know me, and they know me, but I did promise to talk about Gaara in the AN of that snippet didn’t I?

So, let us talk about him, about how I feel regarding the canon Gaara, as well as what I have in plan for him in FtGoG.

First of all, I like Gaara. I adore him. He’s not my top favorite Naruto character because that spot is already occupied by Tobirama (and the second spot by our titular blond main char of the show), but he’s pretty up there. His design is unique. His story is compelling without being over the top. His character is one of the better ones of the series. Still, my feelings regarding the canon Gaara is that … he was shafted. His character arc was cut before it could really take off because he needed to fill the role of being Naruto’s reversed mirror image. As a fellow Jinchuriki and the first Jinchuriki we saw aside from Naruto, he was the designated foil for Naruto. He was an example of how bad it could have been for Naruto, how bad it was for a lot of the ninja children in Konoha and in other countries. He was then used as something for Naruto to aspire to. The beast child that broke past his circumstances and became the leader of his people. Once everyone in his village feared and hated him. Now they love and respect him as their Kage. People who once shunned him now held him up as something to admire. He made peace with himself and with his own Biju. He made peace even with the father that created him and forced him into a life he never wanted. By the time Shippuden rolled around, Gaara’s life was basically what Naruto dreamed he had. And all of that is great, but at the same time it also feels incredibly forced.

Think about it for a second. Back in 2002-2005 when Naruto was published to only around the Chuunin exam time and the immediate aftermath, Gaara was the poster boy for psychotic child in the fandom. He was hardcore fucked-up, a killer, a sadist, and incredibly messed up in the head. He was the dark child of the series. Sasuke ain’t got shit on him. This is how fandom portrayed him back then (those of us that are old enough to already be in the fandom and fanfiction game that is). And for good reasons too because remember back then, Gaara had absolutely no compunction against killing people. He crushed that genin team from Rain like a child stomping on ants. He literally smeared the wall with the blood and flesh of those two Konoha chunin who got on his way when he was about to step into the arena in the last part of the Chunin exam. He was unhinged most of the times and not all of that was due to Shukaku’s prodding either. This is the boy who stated by words and actions that violence was the only way he could prove his existence and only the thrill of killing those whom he felt was a threat to him that made him feel alive. And yet even seeing him at his worst, a significant part of the fandom still adored him in his blood child form back then, because his backstory was compelling and it made sense. He was severely traumatized as a child. He was raised more as a weapon than as a human being. And so the way he was when he was 12 years old, violent and psychotic, makes sense. Who would expect a child raised in such a way to grow up into a normal, well-adjusted person? He’s very much a product of his upbringing.

A lot of people also liked this blood child Gaara because they saw him as a strike back to the violent culture of the ninja world. Unlike Naruto who was unrepentantly fanboyish towards his culture and community despite all their faults. Pre-Shippuden Gaara called them out for the messed up society that they were. What sort of culture groomed their pre-teens to become soldiers? What kind of parents designed their children to become weapons of the state in the womb? This is not something only Rasa and Karura did. In a way, Minato and Kushina arguably did the same thing, only their actions and reasoning were dressed up in a more sympathetic way than Rasa and Karura. And not only Minato and Kushina either, but also Fugako and Mikoto (both of whom were perfectly ok with  using their teenage son as a double agent and soldier for a military coup they were planning. Like fuck?! What sort of fucked up parenting is that?), and the Hyuuga clan, and so many other clan parents too. People lambast Rasa for doing what he did to Gaara, but when you think about it, this is very much a wide scale cultural thing. Rasa is in no way an outlier in this society. For every Rasa and Karura, and Minato and Kushina, or Fugaku and Mikoto, there is an entire society behind them that validate their actions and their rationales, that tells them that it is ok to do that to their own flesh and blood. Children like Gaara, like pre-Shippuden Neiji, are the products of this society. And out of all the characters in the series, Gaara alone is the one who called them out on this. And that made him unique and compelling.

Now, fast forward 3 years, and suddenly this violently volatile 12 years old boy has become… a 30 years old man in the skin of 15 years old boy. Shippuden Gaara was everything Chunin Exam Gaara was not. He was calm and wise beyond his years. He was stable. He knew himself, knew what he wanted out of life. He had the trust of many of people. He was Kazekage (which also beggars belief by the way, because really why him? Certainly he is a powerful shinobi, but pre-Shippuden exhibited absolutely zero leadership potential or experience whatsoever and the Kage post is, you know, all about leadership), literally the most powerful and influential person of his community. He had made peace with himself, and even with the man who made him into the monster child that he was. Now instead of talking about murder and mayhem, he talked about love, about friendship, about wanting to make something better for the future. The people around him, who we were told he used to terrorize back in his murder baby days (remember he was the murder baby of Suna back then, first because he was bad at controlling his own sand and later on because he just plainly didn’t care for anybody beside himself), all just… forgot about all that and be kosher with Shippuden Gaara. It’s like almost the entire village of Sunagakure (with the exception of the anti-Gaara crowd who are, of course, the antagonists in every Naruto materials be it manga, anime fillers, or light novel of dubious canonity) suffered memory loss and woke up one day to adore the new Gaara who was no longer murder baby…

In just 3 years, this hardcore blood child who killed and maimed at the slightest provocation basically became… a unicorn. Seriously one of these days I expect a rainbow to appear out of nowhere around Gaara (and that’s totally not because I ship Gaanaru).  

Isn’t that so amazing that it makes you sort of want to check either your head or your eyes? A lifetime of trauma, abuse, cultural brainwashing, and mental conditioning… wiped clean (or nearly clean) in less than 3 years… Does that sound realistic to you? Like seriously, think about it for a second. Gaara has issues, lots of them. He has this thing with his daddy and mommy. He has this thing with not being able to meaningfully connect and bond with people around him. He has abandonment issue. His mother abandoned him since birth (via dying). His father abandoned him through neglect. His uncle betrayed his trust and then abandoned him. His brother and sister shunned him out of fear. Certainly it’s not that simple, but from the eyes of the child Gaara, every person that he trusted walked out on him and left him to fend for himself. When you think about this, it makes perfect sense for pre-Shippuden Gaara to proclaim that he lived only for himself because he could not trust anybody else to stay, could not trust anybody else to not abandon him the way his mother, his father, his uncle.

When you apply this knowledge on his relationship with Naruto, suddenly you see extra dimensions to the way their friendship played out. I remember back years ago, a lot of people remarked on how devoted to Naruto Gaara suddenly became. Certainly Naruto played a pivotal part in Gaara’s life, being the one catalyst that made him want to turn his life around and be a different person. But the fact is that these 2 boys met for about a handful of times before Shippuden and outside of 2 battles (Konoha crush and arguably the chase after Sasuke one), they didn’t really have any sort of bonding experience to speak of. That level of devotion while not completely impossible is highly unusual. But when you factor in Gaara’s abandonment issue, it suddenly becomes a little clearer why he behaves like that, why he suddenly becomes Naruto’s biggest fanboy. People who are emotionally lonely, who fear abandonment have the tendency to try that much harder, to devalue themselves and overvalue other people in a bid to find acceptance and validation. That’s how I see the relationship between Naruto and Gaara. It doesn’t change the fact that their friendship is a beautiful thing, but it certainly adds dimension to how that friendship came to be.

My point is… Gaara has many issues, none of which is the type to be easily resolved in just under three years. In our real world, this kind of baggage during a child’s formation years leaves life-long scars. Realistically speaking, any of these issues should take decades to be truly and completely resolved. Children from abusive household need decades to make peace with themselves, and even then not all of them succeed, because dealing with emotional scars is hard. You don’t just shake off a violent and abusive upbringing since your birth in just under three years. It’s not realistic. It feels forced. It feels cheap. It feels incompletely and cheaty. It feels like reading a book about a cancer patient and for 90% of the book you are hammered by the fact that this patient has an infinitesimal chance of survival and recovery, and then in the last 10% of the book, woala, suddenly he is cured and healthy and happy and everything is right in the world with next to no explanation what so ever. You get my point?

Now, I have to clarify. It’s not that I don’t want for Gaara to recover from his pre-Shippuden stage and make progress. I think it’s a beautiful thing for someone who was put through so much like him to eventually find self-healing. But the way it was done was just… not good at all. The way it was done, the implied ease of it all just cheapens what Gaara went through, the enormity of his pain and the mistakes of his past. Remember, this kid murdered perfectly innocent people in the past. He got away with it back then because he was the son of the Kazekage and the Jinchuriki. But for a Shippuden Gaara, don’t you think that he wouldn’t think about it, wouldn’t think about the people he hurt in the past, the mistake that he made, that he wouldn’t want to atone?

Gaara’s characterization in canon, when you think about it, was cut before it could even start. He was not allowed the time to actually resolve his issues and find atonement and self-healing. He just one day miraculously appeared new and whole and all shiny, the 15 years old wise man who led his people and lectured the other Kage on not being pompous old geezers. He skipped through the entirety of his puberty as well. Shippuden Gaara was supposedly 15 years old at the start and 17 years old at the end. But did he feel like a teenager who was learning about his identity and who he was in all of Shippuden? He couldn’t have any of that, any actual character arc or maturation (both mental and sexual), because narrative-wise, he is locked into his role as Naruto’s foil. Naruto is emotional and rash. So Gaara must be calm and rational. Naruto is a teenager struggling to find himself amidst this tumultuous world, struggling with his future, his identity. So Gaara must be wise and sure of himself. Naruto is a genin and is only now learning the ropes of leadership, who is struggling to find respect and acknowledgement from people outside of his circles. So Gaara must already be the leader of his people and the voice of command even to ninja of other villages. Naruto is still a child in many ways. And so Gaara is not allowed actual childhood or adolescence at all. Instead, he must be the adult to Naruto’s child, the grown man in the skin of a 15 years old boy. In Shippuden, he appears almost sexless as a result (I’m also pointing out the many, many fans who view Gaara as asexual because of his apparent lack of any puberty or adolescent signs whatsoever)

The truth of the matter is that in canon, Gaara’s characterization arc was shafted so that he could function as the foil for Naruto and enrich Naruto’s own character arc.      

In a way, I understand the necessity. After all, despite his popularity, Gaara is still only a tertiary to secondary character of a story with hundreds of named characters. He can’t have too much screen time devoted to him. But on the other hand, it doesn’t make me feel any better about it. Gaara’s character arc in canon is… not bad, but it’s not what it can be, nor what it should be. And for a Gaara fan who cares a lot about good characterization,it’s kind of a bummer thing to have to accept.

This is what I have always felt since years ago. So I made a resolution that if I ever write Gaara in any prominent position in my stories, that I will take the time and effort to give him the character arc he should have. And… well… that’s what I want to do. I want to portray him as a child growing up into teenager, struggling and finding himself in the process. I want to emphasize the pain of his past experiences, his struggles, but also want him to slowly and eventually find self-healing, find peace with himself the way it should have been in canon. I want to see him as an actual child behaving like a child, and as an actual teenager behaving like a teenager (getting into troubles, stumbling into his budding sexuality, finding his sense of self, his identity, stuff that we all go through in our teenage years) and not a sexless grown man in the skin of a teenager.