battle plan that did not work

me: [fast asleep in the middle of the night]


me: [falls back asleep]

VLD Theory: Altea and the Alteans

Alright, so,, we all know that there are a few plot holes and a lot of unanswered questions when it comes to the Alteans and the Galra. Like: 

  • If Alteans are such a peaceful species, what requires them to have training droids who are not only set for Altean child combatants, but whose child setting is enough to take down 5 garrison-experienced humans in less than a minute flat? 
  • Why build Voltron, the most powerful weapon in the universe, in the first place, especially if during the time of its construction, the Galra and the Alteans were at peace?
  • How did the war even start? It’s not like the Galra and the Alteans had a distant kind of peace–they worked together to defend the universe. Where did that go?
  • How deep does the connection with the Galra even run? We know that they were close enough to create Voltron together, and that its creation wasn’t a secret kept between just Zarkon and Alfor. Allura even refers to a time when she traveled through Galran transportation hubs. Just how far back do they go?

Well I think I picked up on something within the new info given to us in season 2, and my thought process while answering all these questions relies strongly on this speculation. So sit back folks because this is gonna be a Lot.

They key to all of this is that I believe that in season 2, during Shiro’s escapades in the Black Lion, the destroyed planet we see is none other than Altea itself.

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The vitality of Sansa’s role in the Stark’s repossession of Winterfell and why she WON’T betray Jon

How viewers are still questioning her character despite proving herself smarter than Jon for an entire season

Disclaimer before everyone sends me hate without reading the entire post: Jon Snow is one of my favorite characters, this is just meant as a little tough love in my part.

OKAY. Listen up. I’m so goddamn tired of reading and listening to people talk about the possibility of Sansa betraying Jon because people continue to compare her to her younger self when she knew NOTHING about real life and the throne and desired to be the queen, like she wasn’t allowed to be a normal young, naive teenage girl. And I’m tired of people saying she had little to do with the Starks taking back the north. I’m TIRED.

I know there’s a gazillion posts talking about this but it’s so goddamn simple, guys. Viewers and readers of the series neglect to see it because Jon is a fan favorite. The truth is Jon. Fucked. Up. Majorly. Okay? Point blank. Period. The end. It’s time to face the music. When we say the Starks won thanks to Sansa, it’s literal.

So what did Sansa actually do?

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- put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
- he looked at me like I was stupid—i’m not stupid
- give us a verse, drop some knowledge
- i gotta holler just to be heard, with every word i drop knowledge
- you keep out of trouble, and you double your choices
- for the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow
- im looking for a mind at work
- im not standing still, i am lying in wait
- he keeps winning anyway; he changes the game—he plays and he raises the stakes
- we pick and choose our battles and places to take a stand
- the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind
- through the night, we have one shot to live another day
- how did we know that this plan would work? we had a spy on the inside
- if we lay a strong enough foundation, we’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you and you’ll blow us all away
- why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?
- why do you write like you’re running out of time?
- every action has its equal opposite reaction
the grand heist (m)

Originally posted by intokai

❝you and him against the world❞
→ oh sehun (ft. exo ot12)
→ mafia!au/spy!au (contains fighting scenes, blood, guns, and deaths, action + fluff)

You didn’t dare move, make a single mistake, and put this whole mission and your lives at stake. You held your breath, waiting for his signal, watching over the many guards walking around with their heavy guns and bulletproof vests.

Keeping a close eye on those closest to the entrance of the headquarters, you calculated all the casualties and movements you would make, each step planned to perfection in mere seconds. Your brain was wired for battles and strategic planning, the instinct to survive always working, keeping your blood pumping and your life on the dangerous side as you continued on this line of work.

He was taking too long. Chanyeol was doing his best with hacking the security cameras and alarms, controlling the entrance gate to open when you’re ready to go. Although he was one of the best hackers in the world, a single mind can never beat the work of a team of highly skilled hackers known for their almost impenetrable defense software, yet he did it with a lot of difficulties.

You were about to fall back, wondering why he hasn’t sent a signal yet. Then you saw it. The light flashing against the mirror of one of the military tanks a few meters in front of you.

The only moment of clarity happened minutes after the many gunshots, screams, and echoes of bones breaking. Blood smeared all over your arms and hands, you still haven’t pulled out your gun. How cute, they call themselves the strongest ‘army’ ever known, yet they couldn’t even handle the fists of a woman younger than them.

A smirk played on your lips, the thought was too funny as you passed the gates of the headquarters, a fort built to look like a warehouse from the outside while the inside had one of the most advanced technologies and weaponries. This was easier than you thought.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N.” The sternness of his voice would have sent shivers down the spines of others, but you were born with a steel backbone and a strong love for chaos and fighting. You were the definition of a living hell, flesh and bones craved for destruction. You lived off the screams and blood you attracted with each movement you created.

Sehun appeared from the shadows, blood covering his whole suit and even more blood on his fists, his gun still unrevealed. Like you, he was a predator on the loose, eyes in need of the blood staining his body, drawer by his lethal weapon; his own hands. You’ve never seen a warrior as frightening as him. His aura seeped of deadly poison and even worse were his multiple skills to kill. “Looks like you’ve had some fun too,” you bickered, your smirk still intact as he walked with you, side by side, intently listening to Chanyeol who spoke to him through his earpiece.

“The control room is to your right, last door of the hallway. You’ll need to act fast, he’s been trying to activate the missiles, and he’s doing it fast. I can’t hold him back any longer. It seems like he’s got extra help today,” Chanyeol said, his deep voice filled with worry and nervosity.

Sehun remained silent as you thanked Chanyeol, asking if he’s made sure to block all security cameras to keep your entrance a surprise.

The man behind all this was a childhood friend of yours, orphaned and trained in that grueling facility that made you both into the deathly killers you were, except he used his power against the world instead of helping it like you were supposed to. His anger against those who stopped him from doing what he wanted, his desire to rule over the world, and his never ending want to take revenge over you for being chosen for the position he lusted for since he was taken into the institute; leader of the elite team, The Twelve. All of which drove him into this insanity of chaos and murder to prove that he was above you, worthy of all things, more importantly, love and respect, the things he has lost to others; his family choosing his younger brother over him and the institute choosing you over him. Although you grew up with him, you wouldn’t let those bonded feelings keep you away from completing this mission; imprisoning him and keeping the world safe from his evil plans.

Sehun led you all the way to the door as you kept thinking, mind over matter as he reviewed his steps and movements, memorizing each possible exit and traps. He halted for a second, causing you to bump him, lost in thought. “Are you alright?”

The look on Sehun’s eyes were different, foreign to the heartless man honed to kill. You weren’t sure what to say, speechless even as he placed his hand on your arm, a comforting touch as your mind was in rumbles, unable to make a decision whether or not to fight the man behind the door.

“Just take care of the others, I’ll take care of him,” Sehun said, taking the responsibility away from you, as well as the heaviness from your shoulders. A silent nod was all you gave him, a quiet thanks for he has offered to do.

You knew it was what was best. You’ll never be able to hurt your best friend, not even when he has gone rogue, all his evil intentions to kill you never made you scared. It only made you want to reach for him, ask him if he was okay, tell him that he could still return.

But all attempts failed and so does your breathing. Sehun noticed as he got his gun loaded and placed his knife in a better location. The next thing you knew, his arms were wrapped around you with your head now resting against his chest. “Relax. Everything will be just fine.”

His voice was so reassuring, his hands were so warm, and this was so… new, unnatural, and very much not needed at this moment. You quickly pulled away from him, instantly missing his warmth, but you won’t let your feelings get in the way of the blood you are about to draw.

“I’m fine. I can kill him myself. Let’s get this done with.” Lies and only lies. No matter how much you loved the color and scent of blood and the feeling of chaos and adrenaline rushing trough your veins, you will never be able to stand against the love you had for your friend. But you forced yourself to believe, for this moment at least, when you were at war, and he was the enemy. You believed with the help of Sehun.

“Open the door, Chanyeol. We’re ready.” Chanyeol took your order well, the door instantly opening the second the word left your mouth, leaving those inside shocked and with their eyes wide in surprise. In that instant, you were back to being a whirlwind of annihilation.

You snapped the moment the door opened. You immediately punched the guard closest to you in the face right before banging his head on the wall. Sehun took care of the other as you surged forward, kicking at the neck of one of those that came after you. You easily dodged their attacks, swiftly hitting them right before throwing their bodies against the wall or to the ground or colliding their heads and bodies with one of their idiot colleagues.

Sehun, on the other hand, took no effort in fighting, merely dodging blows and attacks, allowing the guards to hit each other. The only one that pissed him off was a tall one with buff arms who thought throwing Sehun against the wall would be funny. Unfortunately for him, Sehun gave him one big blow on the face and hit his head, face first, on the concrete wall, leaving a trail of blood streaking down the man’s nose.

In cold heart, Sehun laughed as he swiped his hands against each other and walked to your side. “Where are they, Chanyeol?” You asked the hacker as you survived the room covered in matte white. Holograms of maps and machineries, several cases filled with weapons of all kinds, multiple high tech computers, and a massive screen displaying was what filled the room. No signs of the dreamy eyes of your friend that hid the evil of his mind. The room was clear of humans, yet the main screen was working, continuing its unknown job as it flashed a forty-eight percent loading sign.

Sehun surveyed the room, looking around for the case containing the missile codes, but it was nowhere to be found. A chill ran down your spine. How did they hide so fast when Chanyeol made sure to deactivate the security cameras? Chanyeol said they were working on using the codes to activate the missiles and target the capital where his family’s home, your home, and the institute was. You were getting frustrated; you wanted to face your friend already, stop him from destroying not only the city but also himself.

“Damn it, Chanyeol. Where are they?” A searing pain ran up your arm, the result of slapping your hand against the wall. “They’re right ther-”

What followed the deep voice of the hacker was a ringing sound. The connection has been cut. “I’m right here, Y/N.”

Junmyeon’s voice echoed through the room like the taunting voice of the devil. Your knees buckled as he touched your shoulder, alarm written all over Sehun’s face, watching over Junmyeon’s actions, slowly coming to you from across the room.

“You’ll have to stop right there, Oh. You might regret moving even your fingers because this room has already scanned and placed the both of you as intruders, readying itself to shoot you once I tell it to.” Junmyeon was mad enough to laugh. Only then did you realize he has really changed. In his all white uniform, he seemed like an angel, his eyes were once so soft, and a smile always on his lips. You dared to move closer to him.

You’ve noticed that the case containing the missile codes were on his hand. You had to distract him, fight him even to get the case, but not to the extent of killing him. You had no plans to kill him, you’d stop Sehun if he tried to do so. “This isn’t right, Junmyeon. You can still come back to the institute, I’ll as the head to make you the leader of the Twelve. I get out of the institute, I’ll give up my position for you. Please, Myeon, reconsider what you’re about to do.”

Junmyeon’s eyes were blank, he remained unmoving. “Do you really think I’m that easy to sway? It’s too late, Y/N. The moment you accepted that damn position, betrayed me, it was too late,” he sneered, unleashing his anger that seeped into his words, “The missiles will launch soon anyways.” He gave a look to the huge screen, eighty percent now flashing in the screen.

Anxiety hit you like a truck. It was as if you were paralyzed. He was stalling you to keep you away from disabling the missiles. Damn it. You stared back at him, teary eyed. “This isn’t the way.”

“Too late.” Indeed it was as Sehun punched him in the face. He was sneaking up behind you, taking advantage of Junmyeon’s divided attention, using the opportunity to keep Junmyeon from doing anything else. With Junmyeon on the floor, you hurried to a nearby computer, immediately accessing the multiple codes, remembering the code Chanyeol told you that would disable the missiles.

Sehun was struggling with Junmyeon. Both men have now risen to their feet, fighting with their fist. Junmyeon managed to dodge each of Sehun’s attacks, throwing Sehun against the wall as he hit Sehun repeatedly on the face, blood now pouring from Sehun’s forehead. “Looks like I won’t need a machine to kill you, Oh.”

Sehun strangely had the audacity to smirk. “Bullshit.” Sehun headbutted Junmyeon, causing the latter to stumble back, letting a string of curses fall from his lips as he held his head in pain. Sehun’s fist collided with Junmyeon’s stomach, so does his knee after. Throwing Junmyeon against the floor, Sehun covered Junmyeon’s mouth as his other hand placed your friend’s hands in a cuff.

You were right at the last letter when you heard the familiar sound of a gun clicking. The cold barrel pressed against your head, making you tense despite all your trainings.

“Jongin, what the hell are you doing here?” Sehun’s voice filled with disbelief and fury as he stared at his most loyal friend from the Twelve, Kim Jongin.

Jongin wore a small smirk, arms still extended as he held the gun against the back of your neck, watching you intently, while replying to Sehun. “Doing what needs to be done, and it seems like killing your girlfriend is one, Sehun.”

Despite the alarming situation, you thought to yourself. Girlfriend? How could you be Sehun’s girlfriend? You were both from the Twelve. Although you were the leader of the elite group, you never took the time to get to know Sehun. He was the killing machine of the group, indestructible and merciless. You’ve trained side by side since a young age along with the others, but he was a silent person, only communicating when necessary. His friendship with Jongin grew as they were in mission together quite often. But to you? He was out of reach.

You locked eyes with Sehun who was at your side, still holding Junmyeon against the wall. Those brown eyes of his remained unreadable, the many years of training being placed into effect as he quietly racked his mind for ways to disarm Jongin and keep Junmyeon from triggering the room’s security actions. Sehun met your eyes, and for what seemed to be the longest second, he allowed that veil to drop slightly as his eyebrows tensed in worry. He immediately placed his attention back towards Jongin. “What do you mean what has to be done? None of this makes any sense,” Sehun said with true confusion, unable to grasp the reason as to why members of the Twelve turned into traitors.

“Because we can’t let a girl lead the world’s most well known agency and much less the deadliest team in the world. It should have been Junmyeon. We are doomed to nothing but failure with her holding the reigns,” Jongin answered, hatred obvious in his voice. He was a playboy, his views on women downgraded by the way he played with them like as if they were new play things he could dispose at any moment.

The way he downgraded you, regardless of training and growing up with you, learning to teach each other as equals with the same potiential, hurt you. You thought he, at least, had some speck of respect for you and what you have achieved on your own. The fact that these men were going to destroy the capital over jealous was so stupid and idiotic, it boiled your blood. You only gave Sehun a warning look in your stare before you swirled around, hitting the gun away from Jongin’s hand.

The gun slid across the floor as you twisted his arm against his back and bringing him to the floor. Your knee pushed him against the floor as you allowed your anger to take over you, repeatedly hitting his head on the hard foundation.

It didn’t take long until you felt a Jongin go limp beneath your touch, body slumping against the floor as you let go of your hold on him. With even more blood staining you hands, you wiped away the sweat from your forehead as a disgusting smile of malice played on your lips. “A girl just fucking beat your weak ass, Kim.”

Returning to the computer, you typed in the last letter of the code, watching as the loading sign on the huge monitor decreased. With your anger boiling down, you once again faced your friend who was being held against the wall by Sehun. “It’s indeed too late to save you, Junmyeon. I hope you’ll have a nice time in the cells.”

Junmyeon smiled, causing a chill to run down your spine. “We’ll see about that.”

Before you know it, Junmyeon grew limp against the wall, a bloody knife on Sehun’s hand was discarded as he ran towards you. He was running but for what?

Then that ever so annoying sound of a barrel loading clicked once more, and the ringing sound of a gun being shot echoed through the room. Jongin was standing up, lips curled to a menacing smile as he fired at you. Bracing for impact, your heart grew wild yet deathly silent. This would be the very first mission you’ve failed, this would also be the last mission you’ll return from.

But the immense pain you expected was nothing than the warm hug of Sehun. His back arched as the bullet hit him, receiving the ultimate price for covering you.

You let out a cry, taking out your gun from your side immediately. With one arm supporting Sehun, you aimed towards Jongin, releasing the bullet. Even with your tears, you hit him right at the middle of his head. He deserved no more than it.

The weight against your body grew as Sehun’s body grew weaker. He groaned, slowly sliding down towards the ground with you. You placed your hand over the wound, putting pressure to stop the bleeding. For some reason, you couldn’t stop crying. Sehun was nothing more than your colleague, yet the stares he had been giving you moved you, his touches burned right through your pain, and the way he looked now, tired and aching, made holes on your chest like an invisible bullet.

You were getting hysterical as Sehun’s eyes wanted to shut close. He was trying to fight the pain and the sleepiness it brought with it. His eyes were focused on you so intently like as if he were saying something to you. They now looked over your whole face, taking into detail each inch of your skin and the blood it was smeared with. You couldn’t help but wipe away the blood from his face. “You shouldn’t have done that, you idiot. I could have taken care of it myself,” you scolded him, tears now uncontrollable.

Somehow, he had the strength to smile. “I know you could have, but that was something I just couldn’t watch, Y/N.”

After the last word, Sehun closed his eyes, the tiredness now luring him to the darkness, but you were doing just the same thing as you shook his shoulders, trying to keep him awake.

“Sehun! Sehun! Don’t you dare close your eyes even for a second. We’ll get help soon. Please just don’t. I know the team will be on their way.” You knew begging wouldn’t do anything, but Sehun was strong, doing his best to keep you sane, but he was losing his grip on his consciousness, desperately wanting to fall into the sleep he would never return from.

“Chanyeol! Chanyeol,” you roared against your microphone as you heard the signal once again, “Sehun’s been shot! Send the team to the control room now.”

“What?! Holy shit,” Chanyeol answered back, relief washing over you, “they’re on their way. They’re at the hallway now.”

The next few moments were hazy as the Twelve but now actually just ten barged into the room, some members with their arms up holding guns, while the others got their bloodied hands to protect themselves. Yixing was the first one to rush towards you and Sehun, hurriedly taking Sehun, analyzing the gun wound.

Baekhyun was now at your back, supporting you as your head got dizzy, while listening to Yixing. “We’ll need to move quickly if we want to save Sehun,” he said to the others as some instantly helped carry him out.

Kris and Minseok took Sehun with them, Yixing walking before them as they rushed out. The rest of the team took care of the codes and what else Junmyeon had planned. They carried out their former members’ bodies out, some of them were teary eyed as they did so.

At this point, you were seeing two of everything. Instead of worrying about your condition, your thoughts drifted off to Sehun. Small fractions of what had just happened replayed in your head, swirling your head with pain.

“Are you okay?” Baekhyun asked, but the words didn’t reach your ears before you collapsed against his toned body, and the world turned dark.

You woke up two days after the mission in a room just as sickly white. An IV was connected to you, while you were unconscious. The grief of losing Junmyeon, the tiredness from the mission, and the pain of watching Sehun getting shot took its toll on you. Baekhyun told you that the institute allowed you to have a month off of work. For the month off, you will be temporarily replaced by Jongdae, one of the most intelligent members of the Twelve or rather, Ten.

Luhan too came by with reports about Sehun’s condition. He hasn’t woken up until now. Yixing who was not only another member of the elite team but also a doctor was able to operate the surgery successfully, noting how smart Sehun has for making sure that the shot wouldn’t hit him at any vital areas, the bullet miraculously missing his left ventricle by a few inches.

Once you were discharged by Yixing, the first person you visited was Oh. You smacked your head for being stupid and not wearing a bulletproof vest before the mission. It could have prevented this from happening. You were in deep debt to Sehun for saving your life.

Now in the white uniform for patients, he was laid on his bed, still asleep. His left shoulder where the bullet had hit him was in bandages, while the other wounds on his head were covered in band aids. In fear of disturbing him, you quietly made your way to his side.

For what seemed to be the first time, you took in his features, and my God, he was beyond handsome. The curve of his lips, the sharp lines of his jaw, the arch of his eyebrows, and everything else were so breathtakingly perfect. How could such a handsome man accept such a risky job? How did you never notice his beauty?

Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, replaying those sweet moments of Sehun during the mission. His comforting touches, worried glances, and sacrifice made your heart swell with something you couldn’t identify yet.

Placing your hand against his cheek, touching the smooth skin beneath your finger, you wondered why did he protect you from that bullet when he was barely close to you. Why risk your life for someone who wasn’t of that much importance?

You remembered what Jongin called you; Sehun’s girlfriend. Blood felt hot against your skin as you felt a blush coming. It couldn’t be because he has feeling for you… could it?

You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn’t notice the warmth enveloping your hands as Sehun wrapped his fingers around your own. “What brings you here, love?” He teased, eyes glowing.

His actions took you by surprise, making your blood heat up with embarrassment. You stuttered as you answered, “Just making sure you’re alright after your little stunt.”

Sehun let out a small laugh, his thumb tracing circles against your hand. “I’m pretty sure that saving your life wasn’t a stunt, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but join him. You’ve added to your list what other things you haven’t noticed about him up to now; his laugh was infectious.

“Thank you, Sehun. If it weren’t for you, I would have been dead by now. I’m in great debt to you. I basically owe you my life.” That was all you say. Everything else would have just been fluff, the meaning dragged out too long.

One of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen, you’ve noted, was his smile. It was rare, angelic, and pure. Who knew the soulless killing machine had the capacity to smile?

Sehun moved away from the bed, leaning towards you. His lips against the skin of your cheek was a feeling you couldn’t describe. Your heart was racing so fast, your thoughts were all scrambled except one common thought; you were catching feelings for Oh Sehun.

When he pulled away, the smile was still intact, but with a little smirk as Sehun noticed the look of embarrassment in your eyes. “It seems like our pretty little leader is catching feelings for a particular someone who saved her life.”

Silence occupied the room. Sehun’s eyes were bearing into yours, his fingers still laced with yours. He was finding the moment funny, so you couldn’t let him have fun without you.

“It seems like our handsome little killing machine is also catching feelings for a particular someone who he sacrificed his life for.”

The next few moments came in full clarity and vibrancy as Sehun took your lips in his, kissing you gently before realizing the way your lips fit perfectly against each other and roughly kissing you with a newfound passion. You didn’t deny his statement nor did he. His right hand found their way to your cheek, holding you as he made the kiss deeper, swiping his tongue against your lip. A small moan of satisfaction left your lips, earning that famous smirk of Sehun.

The thought only struck you then. Maybe the mission wasn’t just about stopping the destruction of the capital. Maybe it was also a grand heist for Oh Sehun to steal your heart.

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Fremione! "I can't believe you talked me into this"

Everything was ready. The plan was flawless and they’d been going over it for weeks. Today was the day, today it was finally going to happen.

And then, hopefully, George would shut his big fat mouth.

Fred’s face couldn’t help but contort into a blissful grin as he envisioned a future where his brother and Angelina finally got together, meaning that Fred finally got to go ten seconds without hearing his twin talking about how amazing Angelina was or having him ask Fred if he too had noticed the confidence she carried now as their team captain.

Ugh …

Instead, Fred held out hope that the two of them getting together would mean less talk and more snog, strange as that might sound. But if it was for the greater good! Even Lee, who never shied away from expressing admiration for any lady, was growing tired of the rambles of a lovesick idiot.

It was near Christmas and mistletoes existed in abundance, but the one Fred had designed was engineered to nail down anyone who stepped underneath and wouldn’t let go until they’d kissed properly—as in none of that friendly peck on the cheeks nonsense. There would be no room for misinterpretation. All that remained was for Lee to steer the lovebirds to stand beneath the archway on the fourth floor. It was secluded and quite romantic with its view of the snow-covered grounds and the looming sunset. It was the perfect setting for his plan …


Fred startled, flying up from his crouched position where he’d been peeking around the corner to where the archway was, and turned around meeting Hermione Granger’s suspicious gaze. She raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

Recovering from the surprise, Fred plastered on the most innocent smile available in his repertoire. “Hermione,” he said, “good evening.”

She wasn’t fooled and crossed her arms, making her robes move and call attention to the shining Prefect badge on her chest. “What are you up to?”

“I—“ There was a tingling sensation and Fred stopped in horror. He looked to the side, with Hermione following his move, and as he’d predicted, there was his brother. But he wasn’t alone.

“Angelina?” Hermione’s frown from before let up and was replaced with a look of surprise. “I thought you were on your way to the Quidditch pitch?”

Angelina grimaced. Fred could hear the gears in Hermione’s brain working next to him, attempting to discern the cause of Angelina’s guilt-ridden face.

Fred addressed his brother, “George, tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

George—who unlike Angelina bore no signs of feeling bad—smirked. “I did nothing that you hadn’t already planned on doing to me, Freddie.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” grumbled Angelina as the twins were fighting a battle with their eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hermione.”

Hermione’s eyes bulged. “What? What is happening, Angelina? Why can’t I move?”

Fred broke away from glaring at his brother and pointed up, sighing, “Mistletoe.”

Hermione groaned. “Merlin …”

“Now, we’re merciful enough to not gather you an audience, but hopefully this’ll remind you to not meddle,” said George, catching Fred’s attention again.


Fred ignored Hermione’s questioning eyes, knowing that she wanted to know how much he was to blame for their situation. He instead busied himself shouting obscenities at his brother, who did nothing but wave unconcernedly whilst walking away, Angelina trailing behind him and sending a last ‘sorry’ Hermione’s way.  

Once they were around the corner and out of sight, Fred stopped his shouting but continued cursing his twin in his mind. If they had the connection everyone always claimed they had, then George would be hearing him loud and clear.

“What do we do now?” Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

“There’s nothing to do,” admitted Fred, facing her at last. “This thing isn’t going to let up until we’ve done as told.”

“I can’t believe someone with your genius didn’t build in a failsafe.”

“Failsafe?” asked Fred, hint of a smile growing wider, “And excuse me, did you say genius?”

Hermione ignored him, “Failsafe, as in a code word in case you wanted to abort the mission.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know—perhaps for situations like this one!”

Fred grinned, “You know, we could really use brains like yours developing products.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, which did nothing to hide the fact that the flattery had got to her, “This is not the time to try and recruit me. Honestly, what are we going to do?”

Fred took some time to think, going over the various precautions he’d taken to ensure that whoever ended up beneath the mistletoe wouldn’t be able to get out. There really was nothing else to do but … He swallowed at the thought. This was not how he’d imagined this would go. He’d built up this image of what he was going to do for so long now that the fact that reality had caught up with him made him question everything. Surely, Hermione couldn’t be looking at him with those gorgeous and clever brown eyes of hers, asking him for a solution. Surely, she wasn’t standing so close that he could feel the warmth of her against his front (he forgot that this was because of the gravitation spell he’d cast on the mistletoe) and that he could count the freckles on her nose that were infinitely fewer than his. Surely, she wasn’t there for him to kiss. It was insane. It was preposterous. But somehow, it was reality.

Hermione spoke then, her eyes taking on an amused glint, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless.”

Fred couldn’t help it, he chuckled. “You do have that effect on me.” He summoned some courage and willed his hand to move a lock of hair behind her ear.

To his delight, a furious blush appeared on the witch’s face. “I …erm, that is …”

“Look,” said Fred, “there really only is one way to get away from this mistletoe and …I’m  afraid that—“

“Fred, I’d rather give you a small kiss than stand here any longer, so perhaps we should just get it over with.” Hermione’s face remained red, but she looked determined. Fred felt sorry as soon as he told her it wouldn’t be that easy, and watched her determination faltered.

“Bloody hell, I need to build one of those failsafes next time.”

Hermione bit her lip and nodded in agreement. “All right, we should …we should just go ahead. And do it. I mean, do the kissing. That.”

Fred let out a long breath. “All right. Try to not fall in love with me after this, Granger,” he added with a wink to cover up how nervous he was.

To his surprise this made Hermione’s eyes widen in horror. Something inside Fred stirred at the look. “Granger?” he asked. “…Hermione?”

“I …” Hermione avoided looking at him now. She shook her head. “Nevermind, it’s nothing. Let’s just do this and you can leave to do your pranks.”

Something wasn’t quite right, but before Fred could ask what was wrong, Hermione had grabbed him by his tie and crushed her lips against him.

At first, there was surprise. Then, amazement at the feel of her soft mouth caressing his and the way her body molded itself against him, making him clutch her tighter at the waist with one hand and tangling into her hair with the other. And after that, Fred’s sense made a slow return and he noticed the desperation emanating from the girl he was kissing. The only girl he’d wanted to kiss for months now. But somehow, he didn’t think she knew that. So he made sure she knew.

Hermione made a startled noise as his kiss deepened, but he could feel confusion gradually replace the emotions from before. After a while, the two of them broke apart gasping for air and Hermione’s eyes searched frantically over his face.

“Fred,” she asked, her eyebrows pulling close together, “are you …?”

“Yes,” he said, determined to meet her uncertain gaze as steadily as he could. “For a long time now.”

“Bloody hell,” she breathed. And then she pulled him close again, neither of them noticing that the mistletoe above them had burst into colours before disappearing.


“It’s worse than I imagined,” Lee groaned, watching Fred and Hermione. He righted himself and looked back at Angelina and George standing next to him behind the wall. “But hopefully this’ll put a stop to his ramblings, the lovesick idiot that he is.”

Imagine: Facing off Against Azog to Protect the Line of Durin

Originally posted by iamjaynaemarie

You snuck a glance over your shoulder at the group of retreating dwarves.  This was it.  Your purpose for joining the Company and going through all sorts of crazy adventures was to ensure that Azog did not succeed in destroying the line of Durin. You had spent the entire journey trying to gain Thorin’s trust so that he would listen to you now because you knew very well what would happen if he didn’t. So, Thorin did as you asked.  He took the others and retreated from Ravenhill before they could face Azog.  A relieved smile graced your lips now that your friends were out of harm’s way.  

    But this task was only half over.

    Pounding footsteps approached from behind, and you turned your head to glare at the oncoming pale Orc.  He looked furious that his plan to lure the dwarves had not worked.  He towered in front of you.  

    This was the moment you had been training for the entire journey.  Things had been going smoothly so far, but this battle would finally put an end to it all.

    Your breathing quickened slightly from the fear and anticipation for the intense duel.  He was no ordinary goblin that could be outwitted so easily.  Your hand found its way to your sword hilt, fingers grasping it firmly.  The sword was unsheathed and held out as you prepared to engage in battle.

    Azog growled and lunged, and you swiftly darted to the side.  Your boots slid in the snow, but you managed to keep your balance as you swung your sword up to slash at his side.

    “Believe me, pal,” you spat.  “I know what you had in store for the line of Durin.”

    You ducked under his swinging blade and roughly kicked the back of his leg.  He fell to his knees and whipped his head around to glare at you.

    “Let’s just say that there’s a change of plans. Your sad attempt isn’t going to work,” you taunted his failed attempts to strike you with his blade.  “It was a nice try, really.  Oh, and by the way, I’ve always wanted to tell you what an absolute jerk you are.”

    Your words angered him to the point where he gathered the strength to stand to his feet and catch your shoulder with the tip of his blade.  An exclamation left your lips at the pain, and your hesitation gave him enough time to gain the upper hand in the battle.  He slashed at you with such ferocity that you were only able to deflect a few of his attacks with your sword.  The fourth slash knocked your sword aside on the snow, and you fell back on the ground from the force of his attack.

    He rested his foot on your chest, smiling evilly as the blade was raised a few inches from you.  Before he could continue, a harsh battle cry sounded behind you.  A familiar sword clashed with Azog’s blade, keeping it from piercing you.  

    “Keep away from her!”  Thorin yelled, bringing his sword down once more.

    “Thorin!” you called, struggling to get up.  Your eyes widened anxiously.  “You’re not supposed to be here!  You, Fili, and Kili need to get as far away as- oh my gosh. You seriously didn’t just bring them back here!”  You couldn’t believe your eyes as the brothers arrived on the scene.  No, no, no, no!  Your plan to keep them away from the danger and change the ending was falling apart in front of you.

    “Don’t look so cross, _______,” Kili told you with a playful grin despite the circumstances, helping you to your feet.  “We’re here to help you.”

   “Azog is too much!”  you protested.

    “Which is why we weren’t going to leave you to face him yourself,” Fili retorted, shooting you a charming grin before he went to stand beside Thorin and point his sword at the pale Orc.

     “He’s too strong,” you whispered beside Kili. “They won’t be able to defeat him without getting really hurt.”

    “Why are you so certain?” he asked, his dark eyes searching yours questioningly.  “Maybe.  Just maybe we have a plan.”

    “What do you-?”  You froze as Azog let out a sudden howl.  He hunched over in pain, revealing Sting plunged in his back and a certain sneaky hobbit standing there.  “What the-?  How?  Bilbo?” You gasped as you jumped to your feet, mouth agape in utter disbelief.  

   He managed to give you a sheepish look before returning his attention to the struggling Orc in front of him, who had begun thrashing around.  Seeing that things were getting dangerous again, you hurriedly grabbed your sword, marched right over, and slashed at the pale Orc repeatedly in a panic.

    “You.  Will. Not.  Kill.  Them.  Again.”  You shouted between strikes.  A pair of arms encircled your waist, gently restraining you while another hand covered yours before you could get another swing.

    “Enough, _______!”  Thorin warned.  “He’s gone.”

    “Calm down,” Kili assured you, and you realized he was the one holding you back.  “It’s okay.”  

    “He’s…gone,” you repeated as if trying to grasp the concept. “And none of you are dead.”

    Fili chuckled.  “No.  As you can see, we’re fine.”  But then his expression changed to one of confusion.  “What did you mean by that, anyways?  When you said he wouldn’t kill us ‘again’?”

    You sighed, closing your eyes as you decided it was finally time to tell them your long-kept secret.  “Because in my town, this whole adventure is a story. And it ends with Azog killing Thorin and you, and Bolg killing Kili.”

    The three dwarves as well as Bilbo stared at you in shock.

    “That’s how you knew about the second orc army before even I did,” Bilbo said.  “And how you knew about many other things along the journey.  Because you know the events of the story.”

    “It’s also why you wanted us to be a great distance from Azog during this battle,” Thorin realized.  “Why did you not speak of this before?”

    “Because I didn’t want to alter things.  If I told you ahead of time, it would change the course of events so much that I wouldn’t be able to keep track of things.  I would have risked getting you killed some other way.” You hesitated.  “As it is, we haven’t taken care of Bolg, so…There’s still a risk.”

    “I doubt that he-”  Kili’s sentence was interrupted as said Orc appeared.  He was making his way down from Ravenhill, looking angry as ever.  You panicked again when you saw the look in Kili’s eye.  “I’ve got this.”  He said in determination, heading off to meet Bolg in battle before any of you could stop him.  

    “What is it with you Durin’s folk and staying out of harm’s way?” you complained in irritation.  “Unbelievable.”

    Just as you and the others set off to make sure Kili didn’t get himself killed, an arrow flew in and went right through Bolg’s head.  The Orc stood there for a moment before crumbling to the snowy ground.  You followed the path of where the arrow had come from to see Tauriel standing a little further away with her bow in hand. She smiled in greeting, and you waved back.  

    Your shoulders slouched as you visibly relaxed, breathing out a sigh.  “Well,” you said aloud.  “This has sure been an interesting day.”  

   You folded your arms and watched Kili run to reunite happily with Tauriel. A part of you wondered if Thorin was going to get angry at his nephew for fraternizing with an elf, but you glanced over to see that the leader was watching the couple curiously.  It seemed that fighting alongside elves on the battle field helped him let go of his grudge.  

   “They’re cute together,” you commented.  Thorin merely gave you a look, raising his eyebrows incredulously.

   “I wouldn’t use the word…cute…” he said gruffly.  “But he does look very happy.”  He didn’t seem too keen to have his nephew romantically involved with an elf, but this was a start.

    A chuckle escaped your lips as you watched the Eagles arrive on the scene, soaring to the battlefield in order to wrap things up.

    “What do you say we head back?” you asked Fili. “It looks to me like we’ve got a victory feast to prepare.”

    He smirked and clapped a hand on your shoulder. “I have to agree with you.  Let’s go.”

    (Author’s Note:  In my ongoing denial of the BotFA ending, I have produced a much more acceptable alternative, thank you very much!)

Father and Son

@kaelinaloveslomaris gave me a prompt of Vader and Luke surviving RotJ, Vader carrying Luke, and Luke holding Vader’s hand.  (I may have been grumbling about Dreamwalker again.)  So have a ficlet!  It immediately follows a slightly different fight on the second Death Star.

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This life, part 4

Pairing: Reader x eventually Loki

Word Count: 3788 (Umm oops?)

Warning: Angst

Part 1  part 2  part 3

It was many hours that you let your anger and rage flow.  So long that your voice was rough and your throat raw.  There was now a fair sized clearing, made with your powers as you had paced on the edge of the water.  No one had been injured, so your conscience was clear.  Or mostly clear.  You found it difficult to rid the scenes of Loki’s past from your mind. The screams were…  They haunted you.  How had he survived through such things?  No, you could not think of it now.  There was too much to do and just days before the Melee.

The Melee was the tournament of the Asgardian Defenders.  Every five years it allowed the people of Asgard to see who was the best among the warriors that protected the realm and gave rise to those who might join the ranks.  It culminated in the Last Battle.  A free-for-all that did not finish until the last man or woman stood.  Nothing else mattered to you but the Last Battle.  All the other games were of little consequence. You had trained for the last years with the goal of winning.  There had been a word to no one of this idea, for they would have all tried to change your mind.  No woman had ever won before.  However, you were no mere woman and you had worked hard for it.  The plan was to do so without anyone knowing who you were as well as doing it without your powers.  It was easy to see when you used them so you would be unmasked easily if you did.

Everything that had happened with Thor and Loki had been a distraction.  Now you needed a distraction from them.  From the way your heart ached remembering all the time spent together as children.  How you and Loki would read for hours hidden away in the great libraries, or chasing Thor through the fields when he stole your secret training sword.  Life had been easy then.  Your parents loved you, your life had been completely planned out, and you were too innocent to know any better.  Pain seared through your heart as you thought about your parents. It was hard to think about them and the events that lead to where you were now.  It still hurt now.  Anger and resentment started to build again.  It seemed every time you thought about them it grew further.  Some day you knew it would erupt into something you would not be able to handle.

Odin had made good on his promise and no one came to disturb your peace.  For two days, you pushed your body further than you ever had.  The training consisted of one sword and sometimes a shield.  You were the only one to use two swords to fight, so you had to forego your second blade. It was odd not using both but it gave you the opportunity to develop a new style of fighting for yourself in the event you did not have the extra weapon.  You felt ready for it.  

The Melee was five days. The first day was celebrations and food followed by three days of the tournaments, finishing on the fifth day with the Last Battle.  Once the fighting ceased the winner was proclaimed which lead to more feasting and drinking. A merry time was had by all.  The previous Melee, you and Thor had gotten very drunk spending the evening torturing Loki with horrid Asgardian ballads. It ended with kissing Thor until you were both breathless.  


You dressed in leathers and your dark cloak setting out towards the palace.  The celebration was held just inside the courtyard of the main gates.  Thousands of bodies were moving about drinking from large steins and eating. There were games and music scattered about.  If the time had been different you would be settled with your friends drinking much and eating more, loudly telling stories.  Volstagg would be have two maidens on his lap and Thor would be arguing with Fandral about something inconsequential.  A pang of loneliness hit as you walked through the crowds.  Still you moved on.  Later with your own stein of ale, you heard familiar laughing on the terrace just above one of the stages.  As you looked up you caught the eye of Thor, who had been watching you for a while from his perch.  

It took everything in him not to jump down to see you.  Your words though, ran through his mind, as did your face when you said you wanted to neither hear his voice nor see his face for some time.  The group realizing his distraction discovered you looking up to them.  They all quieted, though Hogun waved to you with a smile.  You dipped your head to them before pulling the hood up over your head moving on.  Thor hoped someday you would forgive him and he would have his friend back.  Nevertheless, he would not press you until you were ready.

There were others eyes, watching you from afar.  From the time you had entered the gates until now when you rushed off.  Watching and studying the woman in the dark cloak. Learning your movements and gait, how you studied your surroundings searching out dangers.  How different you had become.

You avoided the following three days of the Melee.  Your heart could not take seeing your friends again, not yet.  Preparing for the final day took too much concentration.  Once it was over, win or lose, you would break the silence and hope for life to return to what it had been before Loki’s return. Walking from your home to the palace took longer than you wanted.  But it gave you the time to plan the events that were to come.  You were ready as you set your helm in place.  

The courtyard had been cleared, with the crowd gathered on the edges.  In the center were the three hundred participants.  The Allfather, Queen Frigga, and Thor stood on the balcony looking down at the warriors.  “Every five years we join together for the Melee.  To celebrate Asgard and those who defend it.  As we gather for the Last Battle, it will be shown who among us are truly worthy to be called Defender.  Warriors are you prepared?”

The roars of affirmation echoed within the palace walls.  It felt as though lightening had spread throughout those gathered.  The excitement taking hold.  Odin raised both his arms in the air looking over the crowd. “Begin!”  He bellowed out.

Mayhem started immediately. Those who were not as skilled scrambled to find targets they believed were easy prey.  Many of those fell within the first few minutes.  Someone had grabbed your helm from behind trying to pull you down but a well-placed kick back caused the person to crumble holding his groin.  You turned quickly, bringing an uppercut to his jaw, knocking him out completely. One down a few hundred to go.  The action around you never felt like it slowed. Moving from target to target there was a path of bodies left in your wake.  Just over the hour mark, the warrior group had dwindled down to twenty participants.  These were the more skilled of Asgard and more difficult to defeat.  The man you fought now was at least a foot taller than your frame and would have difficulty fitting through a door with the broadness of his shoulders.  While he had the strength, his movements were slow.  As he raised his axe over his head, you spun around bringing the back of your boot up to land just below the pit of his arm and the sensitive pressure point there. The man groaned as he sunk to his knees giving the perfect position for you to bring the hilt of you blade down on his head, causing him to fall the rest of the way to the ground.  

You laughed beneath your mask, as three people had to drag his body out of the courtyard.  Another fifteen minutes progressed and there were three of you left.  By the look of the armor, you knew the identity of one man.  The other you were not as aware of his skills so he became your first target.  Running as fast as your armor would allow towards him, you held your sword out in front of you in threat.  Seeing your plan he planted himself with sword raised waiting on your attack.  However, it was his mistake as you rarely did was you were supposed to.  Just before you clashed, you went low, sliding on one hip behind him.  Turning to kick both legs out from under him. You laughed as he fell with a grunt. One swift punch to the jaw took him out of the competition, leaving you with one last opponent.

Jumping up you spied him standing across the courtyard eyeing you closely.  He had watched you removed the last of the competitors with amusement.  You stalked towards him with blade readied, he mirrored preparing himself.  “I may enjoy beating you far more than I like, my Lady.”  

Bloody hell, of course he would know who you were.  Though, he had not said your name.  “Come now, Uljar, you always enjoy the win.  Whether it against me or anyone.”  Uljar had taken command of the Defenders after your father had been removed.  The two of you were friends and had many a day training together.  He laughed from behind his own helm.

“This is true, I will try and go easy on you, that way we can enjoy a good celebration ale together for my victory.”  Steeling yourself, you struck.  The clash of metal echoed and the crowd cheered.  Odin watched with great interest at the two as the fought below. Who was this woman, whose skill outmatched almost everyone else?  His curiosity was growing.

You and Uljar battled on. He realized that your skill had grown as he had difficulty keeping up with your blows.  No longer holding back, he forced what strength he had left.  While you were beginning to tire, he was worse off. His movements were becoming repetitive, as he could not keep up with the changing of tactics.  It gave you the opening you needed.  He had been going after your sword trying to knock it from your hand, but you doubted he had thought past what he would do when got there. You stuck your sword into the ground and ran towards him.  It threw his concentration off so that he did not expect you to use your whole body to knock him off balance.  As he fell, you grab his blade as it clamored on the ground and held the tip to his throat. “Do you yield my friend?”

He laid there breathing hard looking up to you.  It killed him to do it, but he held up his hands.  “I yield.”  The crowd’s response was deafening.  The cheers and cries around you caused the largest smile to appear beneath your mask. You held your hand out for Uljar to stand.  He took it before hugging you close.  “You deserve it.  You fought with more heart than I have ever seen.”

Odin raised his hands again to quiet those gathered to a dull rumble of conversations.  “We have our victor.  Remove your helm and tell us the name that will have ballads sung about for the coming years.”  You looked over at Uljar and he laughed, holding his arm out in encouragement. Holding one side of the helm and mask, you peeled it from your head looking up to the Allfather, smirking at the surprise on his face.  There was a collective gasp, then more cheering as everyone realize who were and what you had accomplished today.  The cheers and screams of your friends could be heard over them all from one of the balconies. Frigga looked as a proud mother as she beamed down at you.  “Lady [Y/N]… I believe you have shocked the whole of Asgard. The first woman to stand victorious in the Last Battle.  Every realm from now until the end of time will know your name as a protector of Asgard. They will stand in awe of the name and be honored to witness your skill.  Asgard I present you victor, Lady [Y/N] Theinndottir!”

The cheers began once more. For as much and as long as you had trained you had never given thought to what would happen if you were victorious. Now here you stood in the center of the celebration, hearing your name screamed to the tops of the towers. Unsure of how to proceed you waved to the crowd before walking towards the palace halls.  You needed a moment to breathe and to be honest, the largest stein of ale you could find.  Uljar followed you, slapping a hand on your back.

“You were amazing.  No wonder you had hid your training.  Have you been working towards this?”  Nodding to him with a small smile.

“For the last several years I have.  I was unsure if I could do it, but here I am. I believe I am still in shock.”  He laughed as you walked towards the feasting hall.

“Everyone is in shock. Did you see the Allfather?  I think there was a smile on his face.  But you know what this means, do you not?” Glancing in his direction a moment before taking a filled stein from one of the drink maids and drinking long. Once you finished the contents, you took another walking towards a chair to sit in a far off corner.  Uljar followed waiting for your response.

“What does this mean, Uljar?”  You put you boots up on the table stretching out.  Your body was going to hate you in the morn.

“What are the rules for defeating the captain of the Defenders?”  With his arms crossed, he raised a brow as you thought of the answer. Your eyes went wide and you half spit out a mouthful of ale.

“No…”  He laughed nodding slow.

“Yes, my Lady.”

“Bloody hell, that was not… I did not…”  The laugh grew louder as you fought to find the words.

“Uljar I did not mean…” Holding a hand up, he stopped you.

“[Y/N] you defeated me solid.  I am not upset.  I want you to know that.”  With a frown, you rested your head back against the wall staring up at the ceiling. The crowd was starting to enter the hall for their own refreshments.  

“[Y/N]…”  Looking up as your name was called, Thor stood several feet away, cautious to approach.  “My father requests an audience.”  

So soon.  You groaned internally.  With a nod to Uljar you stood before following behind Thor.  The tension between you two was palpable but you refrained from speaking.  He too, was silent, at least until just before you entered one of the private halls. “I want to say how proud I am.  You deserved that win more than anyone I have ever seen.  It was glorious to watch you tear through them all.  I should have realized it was you, but I was too busy watching for you around the battle not knowing you were in it.”

You smiled resting a hand on his arm.  “Thank you, Thor.  I means much from you.”  He nodded opening the door to the hall where Odin, Frigga and the rest of your group had gathered.  They all clapped and cheered for you as you entered.  However, quieted quickly when Odin looked around.

“Do you know why I called you, dear girl?”  Had you stepped into another realm?  Dear girl?

“I can only hope that is it not what I think, my king.”  He laughed quietly.

“Uljar opened himself up for the defeat.  With that defeat, opens up the rules of the Defenders.  If the captain is defeated in the Last Battle, the victor may lead if they are found worthy.  [Y/N] you are far more worthy than anyone.  Not because of who you were bore from.  But what you have done on your own.  Would you lead the Defenders in the protection of our people?”

The pace of your heart quickened with the question.  You could hear it in your ears over the silence of the room.  Looking down a moment you bit your lip unable to decide with the weight of the gazes of everyone around you.  “My Lord, my I take the day to decide.  This is… a large commitment.”

Odin smiled bowing his head. “Of course, child.  I await to hear your answer tomorrow.  Tonight we celebrate.”  Everyone cheered again, your friends surrounding you, hugging and congratulating you loudly.  Frigga had to pry them all away to be able to hug you herself.

“Oh my girl, I am so proud. I could not be prouder if you were my blood.  You deserve to celebrate tonight.  Go to Sif’s and wash.  There are clean clothes for you, as is fitting for the victor of the Last Battle.”  She sent you off in the direction of Sif’s chambers.  Those halls were quiet as everyone was gathered in the feasting hall and the courtyard.  As you walked, you could feel someone about.  Coming closer, causing you to stop and turn.  No one was there.

“I know you are around. Show yourself.”  A laugh echoed against the walls.  One you had known all your days.  Loki stepped out from the shadows dressed in one of his green tunics, reminding you of old times.

“You have changed, [Y/N]. I could always sneak up upon you as children.”  Rolling your eyes you turned back towards the direction you needed.

“If you had not noticed there is much changed of me, Loki.  If you will, I have to clean up before your mother will allow me to join the merriment.”  He frowned walking quickly to match your strides.

“I am still trying to grasp all the changes in you.  I hardly see the mere girl I left.”

“Yes, Loki you left. How are you out of the prison? Does Thor know?”  

“Odin has granted somewhat of a reprieve.  I am watched constantly, if I commit another error, I will spend the rest of my days below. Which I suppose I have you to thank.” You step had not slowed but you relaxed the tension in your body.

“I would not lie. Even after what you said to me I would not.”  Loki stared at you curiously.

“No you did not. There is anger there I can understand, some of which I caused.  But not all. No, not all of that is my blame. Thor would not tell me your story, why you have become this woman I do not know.  What happened after I left, [Y/N]?  I feel as though I am the cause for more than I know.”  Thor had not told him.  That was surprising.  Though perhaps he felt the need to give you rest after what he had forced you to do. All the memories came rushing back, causing you to stop in the middle of the empty hallway.

“You want to know?  To know all the pain that occurred after you called me your brother’s whore?”  Loki flinched as you moved close; if you had been taller, you would have screamed it in his face.

“Tell me… Please.” You laughed an odd, cold sound.

“Fine, you can revel in it. After you died… which obviously was just another one of your tricks, we mourned.  Even after what you said to me, I mourned my friend.  In the weeks that followed my father became more restless. In his own insanity, he believed you were correct in your thoughts on how Asgard should be ruled.  He fought with his closest friend, the king over it. I begged him to listen to reason. Odin was the king and should be followed.”  The floodgates had been opened, and there was no way to stop them now.  This was what you feared.

“Odin called my father a traitor and ordered he be imprisoned.  As I begged Odin to refrain, my father screamed that I was no daughter of his.  They dragged him to the cells; he cursed my name until I could no longer hear his screams.” Another laugh erupted from your lips as you thought of it.  His screams had haunted you too, just as Loki’s did now.

“My lovely mother disowned me as well, with one slap across the face before the entire court.  As I held my red cheek, your father decided it was time to degrade me further.  He announced that I was the daughter of a traitor and no longer worthy of marriage to his son.  That I was to remove what possessions I could from my family chambers and find refuge elsewhere.  In the span of weeks, I lost everything.  My family, the only path of life I was allowed to have and my home.”  Loki stood there looking at the pain and defeat on your face.  He held a hand out trying to comfort you but you pulled back quickly.

“Would you like to hear the biggest mess of all of it? Oh, I am sure you do.  I found out later after I had almost killed Thor, that I have powers that I never knew of.  We knew of my visions, but Valhalla there were so much more.  My mother, my whole life had bound me.  Every day she would force me to drink the horrid tonic, which she told me was to keep me healthy.  No, it was not for health it was to bind my powers within me.  So I did not become anything more than the girl who they were forcing a life on that I had no say.  Without my mother feeding me this tonic daily, my powers broke through and I could not control them.  Your mother was the only thing that saved me.  She taught me how to control them.  I will forever be indebted to her.”

“[Y/N], I…”

“Now you know the story of this chaos that stands before you.  Go Loki.  Go enjoy the family that has welcomed you back with open arms.”  You left him standing there in utter shock and pain. Pain for you, and what you had to deal with once he had parted.  As you entered Sif’s chambers you sunk to your knees breathing heavy.  You tried to push it all away, refusing to let it overcome you again.  This was not how the victor of the Last Battle should be.

With a deep breath you stood, pushing down everything that had come to the surface.

“This is my night.”

Part 5

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Kinder than You

Originally posted by deanwinchesterisbabe

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2184

Author: You’re neighborhood dork… Kate… I wrote this… If you couldn’t tell

Warnings: Making out, Liz Allen (the devil)

A/N: Hey! Ugh, guys, it’s been so long, but I’m back! Kay, so sorry for not posting, but school was crazy last week, and I had auditions on Saturday… Anyways… This is only Part 1 of at least 2, but I wanted to see how you guys like this one first. So, yeah yeah, Peter is a little out of character, but I’ve read fanfics that were based on writer’s insecurities, and this actually really helped my anxiety and stress and stuff. So, if any of you are writer’s, I would seriously recommend this version of stress-relief, and ALL OF YOU ARE PERFECT, SO DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE SPAWNS OF SATAN LIKE LIZ ALLEN IS. Sorry, my hate for her is completely irrational, but it’s a long story… So if any of you are still reading this, which is highly unlikely, go read the fic! 


“Maybe if you acted more like my best friend than my mom, you wouldn’t have found out!” Peter yelled, his cheeks flushed with anger. A tear rolled down your cheek, and surprisingly didn’t sizzle as it hit your red, livid blush. Your heart was breaking at the fight with your best friend. You two had only fought 3 times in your lives, and each one had had a worse affect on your self-esteem. Your brain pulled up the cause of this particular fight.

It was later at night, when most teenagers in New York would either be asleep or at a party. You walked up to Peter’s apartment door, and pulled out your key, knowing that Aunt May was gone, and not wanting to disturb Peter if he was asleep. You had come from Stark Tower with some food. You thought happily about the prospect of a movie night with Peter. Your shift was over, Tony didn’t have any lab work for you to do, and it had been forever since you and Peter had hung out outside of work, what with your alternating watches over the city. You juggled the pizzas and ice-cream in one hand as you struggled to unlock the door. It opened, and you quietly walked into the dark living room. Frowning at Peter’s absence, you set the food down on the counter and walked around, listening for any noises that would help you locate your missing friend. After finding and hearing nothing, you tip-toed down the hallway to Peter’s room, thinking he was asleep or working. In case of the first, you silently wedged the door open enough to see the small room. Instead of the sight you were expecting, Peter lying on top of his bed, his pink lips pressed into the side of the pillow, you felt your heart shatter at a very different sight. Peter was lying on his bed, but his shirt was off, and his arms wrapped around another girl. Upon a second inspection, you realized it was Liz Allen. Your enemy, your nightmare, the person who had bullied you since 5th grade, making out with your best friend and crush like they were star-crossed lovers that were never going to see each other again. Your breath caught against the pain of your heart cracking. Peter looked up at the sound, and his features flared with anger, fed by his sky-high emotions. Liz looked up to, and when she saw you, her swollen lips pulled up into a childish smirk. You bit your lip, your eyes filling with tears. Peter’s expression changed to pity, knowing very well that you hated Liz. The look of pity was all too much, and you slammed the door with hot tears running relentlessly down your face.

“Well, maybe if you thought about how making out with your best friend’s enemy would affect her, than I wouldn’t have had to see it because you would still be the Peter I know!” Peter froze at your comment. He worked harder than necessary to be the Peter he was before the spider. He glared at you, and more of your tears proceeded the first. He turned to walk away, but you grabbed his arm so you could apologize. He jerked back as he turned to face you again, but his arm whipped too, and his hand caught your cheek, sending you falling backwards into the table, your fight-bruised hip hitting the sharp corner. Peter’s eyes widened with shock, he still didn’t have a grasp on his powers and how strong his reflexes could be. You curled up, sobbing in a moment of weakness. You hate crying in front of people, but that hurt. The table, the fight, it was all too much, and it broke you. You cracked, crying for all the hurt that had come to you since the night before. Crying for all the times that Liz had bullied you, and Peter had comforted you, and told you that you would win eventually. Well, Liz had won despite all of his assurances. She won Peter’s love, and she won your sanity. You looked up at Peter, your lip bleeding from biting it too hard to try and stop the tears. He moved slightly closer to you, but you crawled back instinctively, like a wounded animal. 

“Y/N.” He whispered, his heart breaking looking at the broken emotional and mental state of his best friend. He had hurt you more than you could explain during those two other fights, but being with him always quieted your demons. This time, however, all of those demons came back full force, gnawing at every crevice of your self-esteem until it was just as broken as your heart. Your heart pounded to the sounds of all the nasty things that Peter had said in the last 10 minutes, and you knew it was time to leave. You winced at the pain in your side as you stood up, and you rushed past Peter, trying to ignore the throb in your heart as you heard him shout your name down the hallway. Concentrating your powers, you zipped back to your room in Stark Tower, and cried until pure exhaustion overtook you, and handed you to the nightmares that haunted every night. 


You had tried, you had tried harder than your energy would allow to look normal and happy for school, but everyone could tell. The light wasn’t in your eyes, the red surrounding them was painfully obvious, and your lips were cracked from biting teeth and dehydration. You wouldn’t have gone to school, but the year was almost over, and you had exams soon. All day, you kept your head down, focusing on work, not talking unless in was absolutely necessary, because your voice betrayed your broken heart. Lunch came, and you sat quietly next to Ned with your food, not planning on eating anything. 

“Hey.” Ned smiled, knowing already that you didn’t want to talk about it, even if he didn’t know what ‘it’ was. “Do you know where Peter is? He said he was going to bring Liz to sit with us…” Your eyes closed, and you breathed out shakily. Ned realized what was hurting you, knowing fully well that you loved Peter. He noticed your bruised cheek that the concealer had worn off of, and your hand clutching your side, a bandage outline showing through the fabric of your shirt. His concern exponentially increased. 

“Hey, Ned!” Peter said as he walked over, his arm wrapped around Liz’s waist. Your eyes opened, shining with pain. 

“You said we were going to sit with Ned, babe. Why is Y/N sitting here? I mean, it’s pretty obvious you hate her after she barged in on us.” Liz said, fake as the many layers of make-up on her face. Your eyebrows knit together, and your jaw clenched. 

“Sorry,” You croaked, no longer willing to put up with either of them. “I was just leaving.” You looked at Peter’s arm around Liz, and stood up without your untouched food. 

Peter gawked at Liz. How dare she say that to you? His free fist clenched in anger. ‘Liz knows,’ he thought, ‘that Y/N is hurt and stressed. Why does she think that’s okay?’ Suddenly, Peter remembered all the times that you had come to him, holding back hot tears caused by Liz’s awful remarks and public humiliations. 

“Why would you say that?” Peter asked, angrily.

“Well, she needed to know that you hate her, I mean, so she would stop thinking that she had a chance when you like me.” Liz said, sticking her hip out. 

“I don’t hate her! She’s my best friend, and I love her for being the amazing person she is! Why would you think that I like you better than her? You’re fake, and a bully, and everything that Y/N isn’t.” Liz smiled, thinking she would be able to win Peter back with a few words.

“So, if I’m everything that she’s not, then you think I’m pretty, right?” Liz said, biting her lip to look innocent. Peter’s mind blew, thinking of how you would bite your lip subconsciously when you were thinking hard. About all the times that he had stared at you thinking your frustration was adorable. And, mostly, about all the times that he had screwed up, but you had forgiven him, because you were the most kind and beautiful person he had ever met. 

“No, forget about it, Liz. We’re through. Y/N is smarter than you, prettier than you, and most importantly, kinder than you.” Peter spat, but Liz still didn’t get it. 

“You’re kidding, Peter! You can’t break up with me. You can’t break up with Liz Allen. That’s not how it works.” Liz raised her eyebrows to warn Peter.

“I can, and I will. Go away, and don’t talk to Y/N ever again.” Peter backed away from her, and sat down at your old seat. Liz huffed off. 

“Peter, you screwed up. With Y/N. Badly.” Ned said, looking at his friend to remind him that he had only won half the battle. Peter nodded, planning an attempt to talk to you after school, so you would have time to cool down. Little did he know, you had already left school campus.


“Hey, Clint!” You controlled your voice, holding your phone on your shoulder as you packed a bag of clothes on your bed at Stark Tower. 

“Y/N! Aren’t you supposed to be at school?” Clint’s voice greeted you. 

“I had crime watch.” You lied quickly to prevent any questions, knowing Tony wouldn’t know the schedule well enough to prove you wrong if Clint called him. “Do you possibly still need a baby-sitter for next week?” You asked, hoping against hope he did, so you could get out of New York.

“Yeah, but I thought you had exams.” Clint said suspiciously.

“About that, priorities changed, and I need a break for a while. Peter said he could take my shifts, and I also have this project I want to get a head-start on about the changes of rural America, and since you have a farm, I thought you would be the ideal interviewee when you got back from your anniversary trip.” You spoke the rehearsed lines quickly, hoping Clint would take it. 

“Okay, Y/N. When can you be here? Do you need me to pick you up?” Clint deferred his suspicion to the prospect of having a baby-sitter so he could surprise his wife with a vacation. 

“Uh, no. Tony said I could borrow the quinjet. I’ll be there in a couple hours.” You breathed a sigh of relief at your successful escape plan. No one here knew you were leaving, but you would face that battle when it came. You zipped upstairs to the landing strip, and climbed into the aircraft, giving F.R.I.D.A.Y. your destination. As you flew above New York, you saw the wave of kids leaving Midtown as it got out for the day, and sighed relief at the fact that you weren’t one of them. Your phone buzzed, and Peter’s face lit up the screen. You bit your lip, turned the phone off, and slipped it into your bag. Instead, you pulled out a battered black notebook, and started writing.


Peter walked into the kitchen at the Tower, and walked over the Steve who was making a PB&J sandwich. 

“Hey, Steve, have you seen Y/N? I really need to talk to her, and she left school early, and she wasn’t on her shift…” Peter inquired anxiously, worried about you.

“She left.” Steve said, frowning at Peter. He liked the kid, but after Wanda told him about the fight that she had found lurking in you mind, he didn’t know what to think. Peter’s head tilted in confusion and worry, and Steve slid him a note written in your handwriting.


I’m going to Clint’s for a while… I needed to get out of New York. I’ll be home soon, but don’t wait for me. Please don’t bother coming to get me, I’m fine, I’m just baby-sitting. Tell Peter I forgive him, that I’m sorry for being being too suffocating, and that I wish he had just told me, before I had to find out for myself. I already told our English teacher to pair him with Liz or Ned for our big evaluation project, since he probably doesn’t want to do it with me anyways, assuming I’ll be back before it’s due. Thursday is my night to cook dinner, I made that pasta that you guys love, and it’s in the freezer in the garage. Please don’t worry about me, especially you, Steve. I’m fine, I just need a break from some stuff at school. 

Behave yourselves, and don’t kill each other until I get back. My money is still on Natasha. 

Love, Y/N.

PS, there are chocolate chip cookies in the freezer, too. For dessert, or in case you all can’t sleep. Gosh, I’m such a mom.

I wrote Hiccstrid drabble, since no one answered my post asking for some, probably because you were all watching the Oscars

Understandable. I wish I could have watched the Oscars. But I couldn’t. So I wrote this RTTE Hiccstrid dribble instead. I didn’t proof read it cause I have an actual history essay to write. I hope someone enjoys it, I’m not much of a writer but it’s fun to write anyways.

Summary: Astrid finds emotions and relationship stressful (I mean, don’t we all?)

Rating: PG. Totally innocentino

Astrid was buzzing with emotion– not something she particularly enjoyed. On the one hand she and Hiccup were… committed, you could say… official?.. Comfortable. Nothing had really changed but something was acknowledged. That felt good, for the most part. Scary, but the good fluttery kind of scary. On the other hand Astrid couldn’t help feel that this was extremely foolish. For one thing, love is a commitment and it’s difficult. She and Hiccup already have so many responsibilities with fighting the dragon hunters, checking in on the Auxiliary team, running the edge smoothly, training new dragons, keeping Stormfly in shape… She didn’t want her emotions to distract her from her duties. Astrid was a woman of honour; a strong warrior always ready for battle. She could not let anything weaken her senses.

Hiccup had already begun to cloud her mind more than usual. It was easier to dismiss thoughts of him when they were just… thoughts. Now they were pure and clear memories. Kissing. Not in the same way as when they were kids. Astrid was thinking of kissing of all things. Kissing Hiccup. Having his arms wrapped around her. Lounging and watching the sunset. Talking, laughing, holding, kissing. It made her feel warm but it also made a part of her angry.

Astrid, you have to snap out of this she says to herself while washing Stormfly. You have work to do and… responsibilities.

“Hey Astrid!” Fishlegs descended into the training area on Meatlug, both looking puffed and pleased. “How was your day?”

“Just fine, Fishlegs.” Astrid tried not to groan. “How was yours?”

Astrid appreciated Fishlegs, but in this kind of mood she did not want to talk to anyone who was as optimistic and smiley as Fishlegs. She knew it was just a mood and she regretted wishing that Fishlegs would leave her alone.

“Pretty good! Meatlug and I were actually doing some training you’d be proud to hear!”

Astrid pulled up a smile, “That’s great!” She tried.

Fishlegs lifted his head and smiled with pride. “MmmHmm. as much as Meatlug and I love relaxing we also have so much to practice! Isn’t that right, girl?” Fishlegs then began to coddle his dragon, who very much enjoyed the coddling. Astrid couldn’t pay much attention. She couldn’t get feelings and images out of her mind. She loved even the idea of holding Hiccup’s hand. It was so casual but so comforting.


Astrid continued small talk with Fishlegs, trying to sound encouraging. She’s glad someone was training today.

Their conversation passed with a blur and Fishlegs left for his hut as the sun was beginning to set. 

Astrid felt tired too. She and Stormfly had an intense day of training… or at least Astrid tried to train intensely. Her focus was off. She and Stormfly practiced sneak attacks on some Gronckles. While Stormfly got some water Astrid worked on her axe throwing… but she missed more than usual and got frustrated quickly. Later they practiced landing rolls, ensuring for graceful descents onto Viggo’s ships or other quick combative landings. Then some simple yet necessary flying practice.

Hiccup came to her mind every five minutes and it became more and more frustrating until Astrid had to retire early. No point beating a dead dragon.

“I’m sorry i’m not myself today, girl,” Astrid patted Stormfly affectionately as they made their way up to her hut. Stormfly gave a forgiving nudge into Astrid’s palm.

The battle with Viggo and the dragon hunters had been getting more intense. Hiccup was planning day and night, tinkering in his spare time, and pacing when he didn’t know what to do. Astrid worried. She worried about Hiccup’s stress. He always threw himself into everything so completely. Then again, so did she. Was he having trouble focusing as well? What if their relationship hindered Hiccups planning and Astrid’s combat. She could not stomach another failure. Berk, the Edge, the dragons could not handle another failure.

She hated thinking this much.

Should Astrid talk to Hiccup? Explain her concerns? What could they really do about it now? They couldn’t just turn everything off and pretend to be just friends again. No, Hiccup would never go for that and honestly, Astrid wouldn’t want it either.

Besides, they already promised to keep their emotions and overall personal lives out of battle… But Astrid didn’t feel it was working that well… for her. Oh Thor! Astrid sighed. This is ridiculous! Why am I being so…


If it is possible to tense up and relax at the same time, then that is exactly what happened whenever Astrid heard Hiccup’s voice… at least as of recent.

Hiccup was down on the Hanger deck. He looked flustered but happy. His brown hair messy, Toothless stitched to his side as usual, and his smile light. Astrid smiled automatically and waved, feeling that warmth again. “See you in the hall for dinner?” Hiccup yelled.

Astrid paused on her smile for a moment. If she said no it would draw attention to herself and… yes, she’d decided she did not want to confront this. It was a phase. She would move into a more normal state soon. Oh gods, but dinner meant everyone else which meant pretending that she and Hiccup were… the same as before?

Hiccup seemed concerned about Astrid’s hesitation. “Sorry… mmmyeah I’ll see you at dinner,” Astrid said quickly and then retreated to her hut. She didn’t dare turn back to see if Hiccup took that as a strange reply.

Stormfly still had lots of energy but Astrid did not. She plumped down on her bed hoping to find a way to calm her thoughts.

Focus, Astrid. Breathe, Astrid. Stop being stupid, Astrid!

Stormfly was restless and began knocking Astrid’s axes off the wall for attention.

“Stormfly!” Astrid sighed, rising from her bed to attend to her dragon. “I’m sorry, girl, I just need a few moments to think. Is that okay?” Astrid patted her dragon affectionately. Maybe she should have taken her for a proper flight, just for fun. In fact maybe that’s what they could do to avoid dinner–

Knock. Knock. “Hello?” Astrid called in surprise. She was less surprised when she saw Hiccup open the door. She didn’t pull off a casual reaction before, she was guessing.

Seeing him brought her some peace… which frustrated her again. Her emotions were at war.

“Hey Hiccup,” Astrid spoke casually and focused in on him.

“Hey, is everything okay?” B-u-u-u-u-usted. Hiccup stepped in the door and began to walk over to Astrid standing by Stormfly in the corner of the room.

Astrid waved her hand down, “Yeah, yeah, just an intense day of training. Feeling strangely out of it. But I was just thinking of taking Stormfly flying.” As Hiccup approached he reached out and grabbed Astrid’s hand. Warmth. And yet, frustration. But also peace. 

Hiccup looked tired. His eyes were heavy, his hands were incredibly rough, and his posture was particularly slouched. Astrid began to worry. “I think the real question is are YOU okay? Hiccup, you look exhausted.” Astrid grabbed Hiccup’s other hand and led him to sit on her bed. Hiccup smiled sincerely. Exhausted but happy.

“Honestly, I am exhausted, thanks for noticing.” Astrid smirked. “But I’m also really energized. I’m forming a plan against Viggo and I really think it’s going to work… There’s just a few kinks to work out… and I’m also making adjustments to Inferno and Toothless’ tails-”

“You’re doing a lot, Hiccup. Do you rest?” They continued to hold hands. The room was so breathable. Astrid felt safe and secure, despite her worrying about Hiccup. Talking with him could be as easy as breathing sometimes.

“I think we both know each of us need to rest more,” they both laughed and Hiccup rested his head on Astrid’s shoulder. He sighed into her and she let him. They sat in silence for a moment and then Hiccup lifted his head again. “Why are you trying to avoid dinner?”

“What? What do you mean?” Astrid shook her head and looked straight ahead.

“Astrid…” Hiccup tried to catch her gaze, but Astrid avoided. “You’re not doing a great job lying.”

Astrid tossed her arms, “Stormfly has tons of energy and I thought I’d help her burn it out.”

Hiccup was extremely skeptical. As in, not-having-it-at-all.

“Astrid, you’re stressed too. I get it, but you need to tell me how you’re feeling” He was right. They had talked about that too. Being honest. Not keeping things from each other. The thing is, Astrid struggled to be honest with herself.

Astrid let out a breath and looked at her feet. Hiccup lay a hand on her knee affectionately, waiting patiently. She took another breath and looked forward.

“I had no focus today. Or yesterday. Hiccup, I can’t focus. I just keep thinking about… us and worrying about the future and…” Astrid turned to see Hiccup straight faced and serious. “I don’t want the team to fail and get hurt because of us… or me” Hiccup released a breath and smiled.

“Astrid, you cannot carry this entire team on your shoulders. Neither can I. We are leaders but-” Hiccup grabbed both of Astrid’s hands and they looked at each other. “- but we are a team, Astrid. It’s not all Astrid, or all Fishlegs, or all Toothless, or anything. It’s us.” Hiccup smiled softly and moved Astrid’s bangs from her eyes. Astrid was tense and relaxed again. “I-I love you, sure… but that won’t change how we function as a team. If anything I think our team can only become stronger.” Astrid looked down at their hands and smiled lightly. As she breathed she felt the stress, the weight of the world, the weight of the lives of so many dragons in captivity… if she could just get her hands on Viggo right now she’d–

Hiccup grabbed Astrid’s head lightly and kissed her. Her anger gone, she reached for Hiccup and kissed back. She heard Stormfly grunt teasingly but she and Hiccup did not stop. They had their moment. Finally they released, touching foreheads and feeling each other’s breaths.

“I love you too,” Astrid spoke extremely softly, as though the words were thin ice. Hiccup proceeded to wrap his arms around her and they prolonged their moment.

Nothing was solved. There was still immense responsibility for both of them. But Astrid felt better and Hiccup did to. So they sat there and breathed together, eventually heading down to dinner with the gang. The night bustled with stories and laughs. Stormfly got her energy out by playing with Toothless (yes, yes, how ironic.) The night ended with a goodnight kiss when no one was looking. Hiccup smiled like a goof and Astrid figured she did too. She set her head to her pillow with peace and warmth.

Common, Astrid, don’t get distracted!

“Shut up,” she laughed to herself. “I’m not distracted.”

(I’m sorry for my lack of knowledge of Dragons Edge geography. I’m having trouble picturing it in my mind. :P)

i was watching this video and it said that keith and lance barely interact thoughout the show. well season 2 maybe definitely, but season 1? oh god.

season 1 starts with them arguing and going back n forth. but this is normal. lance has introduced the rivalry, keith has picked up on it, and it’s clearly not one sided. keith reacts to it and even initiate the discussion at times. this is pretty much very blatant in the very first 3 episodes of season 1, but then it tones down. episode 5 lets them acknowledge they are good team, and episode 6 moves their discussion towards something more personal: the infamous bonding moment. keith tries to prove a point to lance, almost expressing his frustration about it. episode 7 is when we actually get to see them working as team, or partners if you will. the more i think about s1 the more i realize how well it was done?

episode 7 shows they can work well together without arguing. keith is ready to attack, due to his impulsiveness, but lance calms him down, explains a better plan and keith has no problem admitting his was a better idea. later on, they do a pretty good job. *thumbs up*

after ep 7 i cannot recall many other moments with them,but that’s bc the focus shifts more on the big battle rather than anything else, and everyone is tense bc allura was captured.

in conclusion, season 2 kinda did feel like a regress in terms of their relationship no matter if you see it platonic or romantic. they spent most of the time (well the times lance actually had screen time) arguing and such. we only see glimpse of them collaborating (episode 4,5) which is nice, but not quite satisfying compared to what season 1 was i feel like.

also well hearing lance complimenting keith with that face was pretty nice ngl.

so yeah i really hope s3 puts them on the route they were going towards the end of s1 and progress happens again i’m in serious need of heartfelt moments between them

Back (Avengers/Guardians of the Galaxy)

“I can’t believe it!” Peter smiled. “I’m going back to earth!” He cheered. Gamora playfully rolled her eyes. “I am groot.” Groot smiled. “Calm down Quill, you’re givin me a headache.” Rocket groaned. “Let him, Rocket. He hasn’t been on Earth in like 30 years.” You told him.

“What’s it like?” Peter asked you. “as you recall, I haven’t been on Earth in 3 years. A lot can change in three years.” You told him.

You were an Avenger and worked for S.H.I.E.L.D in the science department. They were planning on a space exploration after the battle of New York, which you volunteered.

The shuttle malfunctioned, and your crew died, and you would have too if not for the Guardian, and for three years you’ve been fighting with them, protecting the galaxy.

“Alright, we’re close enough for you to make contact with them.” Gamora told you. “Great, Rocket did you finish the device?” You asked him and he scoffed. “ “Course I finished it.”

You turned it on and there was just static. “Are you sure you did fuck up?” You asked Rocket. “Why you lil-” He was going to ran towards you, but Peter held him back. “Let me go.” Rocket said.

“Hello?” You heard someone say over the radio. “Hello? Is this S.H.I.E.L.D?” You asked. “Who is this?” The man asked. “Y/N. Y/N Stark.” You said. “That’s not possible. She died in the shuttle.” The man said.

“Well, clearly I didn’t. Who is this?” You asked. Static. You groaned, “Let’s land this.” You told Peter. “You  sure? Won’t they think we’re Aliens and shoot us down?” Peter asked you.

“No, the worst they would do is take us to S.H.I.E.L.D.” You said and he walked to the cockpit. “Give me the coordinates.” Peter told you. You handed him a piece of paper with the coordinates to the Stark Tower.

Peter flew the Milano to the coordinates, gaining attention as you entered the atmosphere. When you arrived, Peter landed the Milano on the roof. “I should go out first.” You said. “Be careful.” Peter told you and gave you a kiss.

“I’m right behind ya.” Rocket said, pulling out his biggest gun. You opened the door, and there were Iron Man suits surrounding the Milano. You put your hands up, while Rocket blew them up.

“Dude! Not now!” You said, and gave him a little kick. “Fine.” He groaned, setting his gun down. “Tony?” You asked. “it’s me, Y/N.” You told the suits. One of them opened, and Tony walked out.

“Y/N?” He asked. “You’re alive?” He asked, then ran towards you and pulled you into a hug. “We thought you died.” He said. “Yeah, I tried contacting S.H.I.E.LD but nothing worked.” You said.

“S.H.I.E.L.D is gone.” He told you. You pulled away from the hug, “What do you mean gone?” You asked. “Last year Cap and Natasha found out that Hydra infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D since the beginning.” He told you.

“Anyway, who’s this little guy?” Tony asked as he petted Rocket. “I wouldn’t do that.” You said, “Get your filthy paws off of me.” Rocket said and pushed Tony’s hands off of him. "What the fuck it that?“ Tony asked in shock.

"His name is Rocket.” you said. “Peter, Gamora, Drax, Groot, come on out.” You shouted. Drax was the first to come out, Gamora followed behind him and Peter came out with groot in his hands.

“Who are these guys?” Tony asked. “We should get the team, cause I don’t want to explain it more than once.” You told him. “Yeah, okay.” Tony nodded.  


The Avengers stood there, in shock as The Guardians walked in. “Alright so. These guys saved me from the shuttle. Her name is Gamora, that is Drax, this is Rocket. This is Groot and that’s my boyfriend Peter.” You told them. “You named a plant?” Clint laughed.

“I am Groot.” Groot smiled and moved his arms. Clint shut up, and his eye widened. “So, you have a talking Raccoon and a talking plant…great.” Clint said. “Don’t call him a raccoon. ” You told him.

“Hi, Peter. Nice to meet you.” Peter smiled and looked around the Tower. “So what do we call you guys?” Steve asked. “They’re called The Guardians of the Galaxy.” You told him.

“Nice to meet you. Name’s Hawkeye.” Clint said. “Why?” Drax asked. “Because I’ve got an eye like a hawk.” Clint told him. “That doesn’t seem pleasant."Drax told him.

"I just gotta ask, where did you get that ship?” Tony asked. “Long story…I stole it.” Peter said. “I’m kidding, I stole stuff to buy it.” Peter said. “Y/N, you should get checked. Three years in space can’t be good for a human.” Natasha told you.

“I feel fine, just tired.” You said. “I still have your room."  Tony said. "Great, we’ll need four more.” Peter said, and kissed your cheek. “You’re not sleeping in the same room as my sister.” Tony told him.

“What you got against the two love birds, old man?” Rocket asked. “Old man?” Tony said. “I smell liquor.” Rocket said then walked away. Pete set Groot on the table, and groot grew to his full size, which surprised The Avengers.

Groot then walked over to Steve and Tony, and pulled them into a tight hug. “I am Groot.” He said. “We know, big ma…tree.” Tony said. “That’s all he can say.” Rocket said as he walked back with two bottles of scotch.

“This’ll be fun.” You smiled.

Smiley (Raven x Reader)

Request: Hi I’d like to request a Raven imagine please. The reader trying to become friends with her always acting in a funny way to cheer her up. Later on Raven witnessing that it’s just a front the reader puts on in order to not worry the Titans. Fluff please? :)

My First Request, I hope I did what you wanted!

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Power Rangers Relationship Headcanons - Jason and Billy

AKA Sad Jock Boy and Soft Tall Boy. From Jason’s perspective.

  • Out of all the rangers, Jason has interacted with Billy the most, yet he still never really knew him?
  • Which is a shame given that he really likes Billy. He’s gentle and full of creativity and intelligence which is so nice for what they’ve been tasked with. He’s tall and with a heart of gold and Jason was really sad to see him get bullied for it.
  • After getting their powers though, Jason starts hanging out with him more and now that he has access to extra terrestrial technology, Jason actively has to make sure Billy gets sleep instead of pulling constant all-nighters figuring out the latest piece of zordon’s tech he got his hands on.
  • Jason actually asks how many hours of sleep Billy got last night and results vary.
  • ‘Dude how much sleep did you get last night?’ ‘….2 and a half.’ ‘BILLY-’
  • In return for helping Jason pick himself back up in his studies after destroying his football career, Jason gives Billy some pointers in fighting, especially training him to use his height and strength as an advantage. 
  • Also they take time to coordinate attack plans together? Jason uses his football captain skills and Billy’s strategical planning to create battle plans and it works so well. They think the same ideas but in different ways and try to combine their ideas together and it works so damn well.
  • Also Jason teaching Billy football.
  • ‘Hey Billy, let’s play Football!’ ‘But Jason i don’t know how to play.’ ‘FOOTBALL!’ *throws and accidentally hits billy in the head* 
  • Jason’s family also like Billy a lot? He’s a good influence on Jason despite being the one to cut the tracking bracelet off of him. 
  • They also start a gaming channel together where Billy gets all the weirdest mods for mod-friendly games and the two laugh their asses off.
  • Jason also shooing bullies away from Billy? Billy is his bro now and bros have to stick up for other bros.

Power Rangers 2017 Relationship Headcanons (3/40)


Hey everyone, sorry for dropping off for awhile. I struggled a bit upon my return to the US to both understand my experiences and overlay that on the world I was returning to. I had my first (known) battle with a mild depression due to cultural shock and an inability to express what a whole year around the world did to me at a really deep level. Despite an outpouring from friends and family, I felt isolated and restless, especially when my plans to get into nonprofit work when I returned home stagnated and I found myself listlessly at home for long periods under the oppressive Texas heat.

I’m going to try and sift through what remains of my photos and my notes while traveling, as well as continue to write and compile things that set my spirit going. Thank you to everyone for being with me through one whole year around the world, and I hope that you will continue to stick with me for years to come.

anonymous asked:

Imperial Problem Child-verse. Do Luke and Vader ever talk about Padme?

On calm days, in the rare lulls between firefights and espionage, or when one of them – usually Luke – is in the medbay for an extended period of time. When talk of starships and sith lords and comrades and conspiracy has petered out and left an expectant silence between breaths, sometimes, the words slip out unbidden: “You are so much like your mother.”

Other times, the words are coaxed out with a question in an unguarded moment: “Would she have been proud of me?”

There is always pain in the talks at first, and they are short. No more than a few sentences. But they go on, slowly building trust between them and between the separate factions of their private revolution, and the conversations lengthen. Luke learns his mother’s name, as well as the names of every living member of her family. Even the fact that his elder cousin is seriously considering adopting a child. Vader likes to stay up to date on his information.

Some of the talks hurt. He has to hear why his father thought he was dead for nineteen years. What happened on Mustafar. What allowing the Dark Side to blind you will do. He is silent for hours after that one, simply trying to digest the information.
Neither of them truly know how or why she died, and that seems to hurt even more.

But one year passes into another and on rare days, when Luke is supposed to be meditating, Vader will set down the battle plans he had been working on and remark, apropos of nothing, “She chose your name, you know. Of the two of us, your mother was always convinced we were having a boy.”

“What did you think?” Luke asks, meditation all but forgotten.

“I felt a kick like iron and became convinced that we were having a daughter,” his father answers and the words are slow to come. There is pain there, but not the same kind that usually haunts memories of his mother. “I chose the name Leia.”

“So you were both right.”

“Yes. And I am certain she would hold that over my head as a point in favor of maternal intuition. Which, I might add, she had never put any stock in before the two of you.”

Luke is silent a long time, as if he has returned to meditation. But from the floor one last question floats up.
“Does Leia remind you of our mother?”

“Yes. Very much.”

Theory Time!

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(unsure if this is how it works but whatever, also wasnt sure how long this would be so submissions it is)

Okay, so first of all, congrats for making it through Chappy 1, you’ve led all of us through a ridiculous roller coaster of emotions and I look forward to the beginning of Chappy 2. Now, for the real purpose of this, theories.

Now that we know that Asriel is definitely still alive, I would imagine that 1.) Tori and Asgore are likely either ridiculously old, or dead. And 2.) Azzy has likely been learning and growing his whole life with Chara, up to the point when Chara began living in the Ruins. Now I’m not exactly sure when Chara and Azzy were separated, but I imagine it was well into their adult years, maybe late 20s for Chara, idk. Throughout this time, I would assume that Azzy was being taught and instructed about humans and what to do with them via Chara. As seen from the little bits we see between the two in-game, Azzy seems to listen to just about everything Chara tells them, so it wouldn’t be very surprising if Azzy happened to grow to hate humans as much as Chara did/does. Which means that the cutesy lil fluffball we know as Asriel likely became increasingly violent and/or angry towards human and maybe even monsterkind as he grew up.

Now relating to the last page, and what I think might happen.
Judging from Azzy’s reaction to the Frisky Frosko, he has probably seen other humans before. Maybe he even lived in the Ruins with Chara at one time? Although his living in Snowdin still raises questions of their own. Did Chara and Azzy have a fight? Are they working together to collect souls, or is it every man/monster for itself? Chara seemed to be surprised that Azzy was there at all. Maybe they thought Azzy was living somewhere else? Like Home or the Hotlands? Anyways, I would imagine that if Azzy manages to kill the human (seems very likely right now considering the position Frisk is in), he doesn’t plan on sharing the soul with Chara. Maybe there will be a huge epic side-battle between Azzy and Chara for who gets to kill the human? (Heh, wouldn’t it be funny if Chara was the reason that Frisk escaped alive this time? Like Azzy goes to stab and Chara stops him, like ‘That’s my human!’ *insert huge ridiculous battle that is a good enough distraction for Frisk to escape death yet again*)

Anyways this was all I could come up with for now, thanks for reading all of this (if you do, idk) and sorry for it being so long but I just HAD to get my thoughts out there! Keep being awesome!

The Blue Fairy vs. The Black Fairy

It’s very interesting that the sword that can kill Emma and was already shown to also be capable of killing Evil Doppelgangers was forged by the Blue Fairy, isn’t it? So this got me thinking… If the Black Fairy really is her other half, then it is possible that the Blue Fairy created the sword with the purpose to vanquish her evil self once and for all? But obviously something happened and she failed miserably at doing so?

(Emma’s face here never ceases to amaze me XD What a worried wife).

That being said, I’m not a big fan of the Blue Fairy and her hideous dress. I never trusted her and I’m always in the waiting for her to reveal herself as the big villain of the story. I still believe she manipulated Rumple into thinking the only possible way to travel to the world without magic was casting the Dark Curse. 

I mean, she was being deliberately obtuse in that conversation. She’s the one to plant the seed in his head and in the second season it was confirmed that you could still find magical beans, they were just really rare (you can’t say to me that a bunch of pirates got their hands… or hooks on a magical bean and a FAIRY didn’t have access to more. No, I don’t buy it). We are always led to believe Rumplestiltskin is/was the master manipulator behind everything, but for me, the Blue Fairy was always the one actually pulling everyone’s strings. She’s weirdly connected with all the important events that caused the curse (I’m pretty sure there’s a theory somewhere talking about this specific shadiness of the Blue Fairy).

OK, but what she possibly would win with all this? Why would she want the curse to be cast?

Let’s go back in time a little (a lot) and give our imagination a pair of wings, shall we? So take a seat, drink some water because it’s story time!

Once Upon a Time (HA, see what I did there? Not funny? Okay…), the fairies had a kingdom of their own and the only way to provide to this kingdom, to keep it alive, was through the humans’ belief in the fairies. The more they helped people, the more their kingdom would grow. However, the fairies were extremely biased with whom they choose to help and more than once they would ignore someone really in need, a desperate soul if you may, just because they didn’t meet their criteria of good or were already stained with the first drops of darkness.

Someday, a fairy tried to defy the system, maybe save one of those souls to show the other ones that redemption was possible and such things as absolute evil and absolute goodness didn’t exist. Obviously, the fairies’ council was not pleased with her rebellion. How could one of them dare to think like that!? Perhaps, the fairies were spending too much time in the human world if they were beginning to think like them. So it was decided to reduce their participation in humans’ affairs, just a fairy godmother to a family here, a fairy godmother to another family there. No more, no less. 

The problem wasn’t completely solved, though… What would they do to the fairy that had already been corrupted? Banish her? Punish her? Well, they’re not savages (who, the good old fairies!? Of course they aren’t! Why would you think that?) thus they simply settled to rip off the part of her that was responsible for the bad behavior. Her good half was kept and her evil half was banished to another realm, a ‘Phantom Zone’? Yep.

Time passed and the fairy was trying really hard to follow the rules imposed on her, in fact, she was becoming quite respected amongst the others and she even would push for order in an attempt to save her sisters from the same fate she had endured. 

However, there was a feeling she couldn’t shake, something that lured her to once again take a leap into the world, into the darkness, and… she couldn’t have that, could she? No, she simply couldn’t. She knew that if she went against her superiors one more time, she would pay dearly for it and they wouldn’t be so benevolent and merciful again.

What she was going to do, then? Why she still felt compelled to do bad things even without her worse self? Maybe it was because she was still alive in another realm? She would not be really free if her other half was still out there, tempting her at every turn? She had to finish this somehow.

The evil half, on the other hand, had created a kingdom of her own. She took her misery and turned it into an empire, powered by all the bad in the world. Where the fairies brought hope, she would bring desperation. She took children from their homes and filled their hearts with hopelessness, made them believe more in her capacity to bring them pain than in the possibility of fairies coming to their aid because she knew the human world was weak. They needed the fairies’ magic as much as the fairies needed their belief to survive and she would make all of them perish. They would all suffer for what was done to her.

And that way, the two halves went to battle.

In the end, though, none of them claimed victory. They were both too strong, too determined and… they couldn’t really hurt each other. Yet, the Blue Fairy still managed to get the upper hand by taking away the wand of the Black Fairy. If she couldn’t defeat her completely, she at least would make her weaker. She believed that this would be enough to stop The Black Fairy and she kept believing it for a long time…

Despite the pull of her other half still been felt, it was slowly fading day by day. It was finally over, wasn’t it? She could finally mind her own business and grow as the Blue Fairy, the most powerful of the good fairies?

Not so fast. The Black Fairy liked to play the long game. In the ‘Phantom Zone’, she had all the means to plan her next move, after all, that place was timeless, she could wait and not wait at all. Nevertheless, there was a pressing matter bothering her, something that she had to solve in order to move forward: her invisible connection to her good half that no matter how hard she had tried to vanquish it, continued to be there, mocking her. She had to cut loose all her ties with the Blue Fairy, disentangle their fates. (Are you seeing where I’m going with this? Exactly, if those lovely golden Shears of Fate came to your mind, then you are absolutely right).

Not feeling her counterpart was not exactly as pleasant as the Blue Fairy thought it would be. She didn’t know what was going on, what the other would do next. It was terrifying. Worse. Fairies’ magic was weakening… The fairies were increasingly more dependent of fairy dust and these were becoming a rare item the more they used it. Their magic was dying and she was powerless to do anything about it now that she couldn’t face the Black Fairy anymore. They were forever apart. 

The entire magical world would forever remain out of balance. 

You are probably wondering where I got the idea that magic in FTL was fading, at least, the ‘good’ one. Well, I always thought that the fairies were kind of limited in what they could and couldn’t do… The wardrobe is only able to transport two. I’ll give you freedom, but do you mind being a cricket? Among other things, like the Blue Fairy being really strict about fairy dust, maybe that’s one of the reasons why she was so protective of it. 

So a weapon was needed. Something that could kill the Black Fairy without killing herself in the process. A sword, embedded in the magic within the Blue Fairy, powerful stuff. That would do the work, but… she still couldn’t use it against the Black Fairy, not when their fates were magically cut apart. How would she solve this tiny little problem?

What if the only way to save their world was to transport it elsewhere? To another world where the rules were fairer, a perfect even ground for their final battle? To the only world where it’s actually possible to beat fate?  What if, in order to save magic they needed to gave it up first? This is beginning to sound like a plan…

But the Blue Fairy wasn’t powerful enough to do such great feat and given the circumstances, dark magic would be required and who better than the Dark One to do the dirty work?

He would not listen to her, though… Not her of all people, so she did what her other half was better at doing. She manipulated the Dark One’s son and the man himself and made sure that everyone was set in their right places.

And the Black Fairy? She likes to play the long game and now? Now, in 6B, we are going to watch her plan unfold. I’m really excited to see what she has in store.

I would love to know how Peter Pan ended up in this mess and why she abandoned Rumple for real too… Perhaps the Blue Fairy’s rogue days were when she met Pan, then I imagine her story would parallel the one of Nova and Dreamy a.k.a. Grumpy and that would explain why she reacted so badly to their relationship. She once was forced into giving up love too and as a consequence of that, she had to abandon her son as well. This and the fact that magic was fading and she couldn’t really afford to lose two important pieces, a fairy and a dwarf, in the manufacture of fairy dust, but this is just me being extra.

Also, I am still thinking about Gideon’s role in all this. One part of me believes he’s really trying to save everyone trapped in the ‘Phantom Zone’, be their hero, but the other part of me believes he’s working with the Black Fairy (Oh my, am I being divided into two halves now?). And there’s the possibility he’s doing both things. He could be working for her just to betray her and they are using each other for their own goals…

Anyway, this got out of hand XD Feel free to add your own thoughts! I would love to know what you all think.

It Has to be You

Day Seven: 
April 23rd: Hands / Domestic / Injury for @kiribakuweek2k17

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Summary: Kirishima finds himself unable to sleep, plagued by thoughts of the rescue mission to save Bakugou, of the fear of something having gone wrong.

I really loved this week, and I enjoyed seeing everyone’s fics and art so much! <3 

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