Introducing my newest Klance AU, The Prince and The Pirate! (technically its not that new, i’ve had it in mind for a while lmao)
BASICALLY, Lance is a prince who’s next in line for the throne, and Keith is a pirate. Lance was at a party meeting his suitors one rainy night and Keith’s pirate crew raided the place, but the storm picked up and destroyed the boat. these two ended up washed up on an uncharted island together, and now they gotta figure out how they’re gonna survive ヽ( ͡͡ ° ͜ ʖ ͡ °)⊃━☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ
Me with blood shot eyes from crying and lack of sleep, empty wallet from buying books and paying overdue library book fees, aching body from constantly being in an uncomfortable reading position, emotionally drained from reading that heartbreaking scene, overwhelmed from the mountain of books on my TBR:
You poor unfortunate soul.
“AHHHH!” A loud shriek pierced the otherwise silent ship, starling the occupants from their state of relaxation.
The paladins sprinted towards the source of the sound in a panic, all finding themselves in front of Lance’s door, panting, weapons at the ready.
Shiro, who arrived first, burst through the door and scanned the room for immediate danger. Seeing the room empty he relaxed and moved further into the room that smelt distinctly of sea.
He rushed over to Lance who was slumped over his desk, signs of his previous tasks pushed to the floor, the others close behind. Lance was on the floor, curled up in pain, sweat streamed off him in fountains.
“Lance? Can you hear me?” Shiro asked firmly, he got no response. He reached his biological hand down and onto Lance’s forehead, hissing as he got burnt.
Hunk ran out in worry, headed for Coran and the healing pods. Shiro quickly picked Lance up but almost dropped him when Lance began thrashing around, weak whimpers making their way through his lips as his face screwed up in pain.
The remaining team sprinted out of the room, Shiro careful not to jostle Lance too much as they made their way to the medical bay. Ahead of them they saw Coran quickly setting up one of the pods.
"Does he need a suit?“ Pidge asked in a rush and Coran shook his head.
“We can do that if he needs long term recovery!” Coran said and opened the pod, Shiro handed Lance over to Coran who gently placed him in the pod. It hissed close and immediately began scanning.
"What happened to Lance?“ Allura asked after a tense silence, Keith looked up.
"We’re not sure,” Keith said and Hunk quickly added on.
“We just heard his scream and then we found him on the floor,” Hunk said and twisted his fingers together nervously. “Maybe it’s a fit?”
“The pod is almost finished scanning.” Coran said and a loud beep resonated from the machine, the team huddled around as Coran read the symbols popping up on the monitor. Corans twirled his moustache in confusion. “It’s not detecting anything wrong… Just a heightened magnetic energy coming from his brain.”
“What would that mean?” Pidge asked as she tried to read the report.
“It may be a migraine,” Coran suggested and sighed. “But having him in the pod will not help him any, we’ll have to pull him out.”
“….” The paladins watched in unsure silence as Coran pressed a few buttons and he pod once again opened, Lance slumped out and Coran caught him. He carried him over to a bed and winced when Lance moaned and grasped his head.
“My boy,” Coran whispered and Lance’s eyes slowly- painfully- opened.
“Coran, my head hurts.” Lance said and winced. “What’s the matter? Why is everyone talking?”
“No one’s talking.” Shiro whispered and Lance cried out in pain.
“You’re all talking too much, stop, it hurts.” Lance whined and curled up into himself.
Everyone stayed silent, staring at Lance in worry.
“Please.” Lance moaned out in pain before his eyes fell shut once more and he slumped into the bed. Everyone looked at each other but before anyone could talk Allura ushered them all except Coran out of the room.
Coran hadn’t the slightest clue what was wrong with the paladin.
Lance awoke, the blank ceiling staring back at him, as if to taunt his existence. He heard whispers, silent murmurs pass through his mind. But he felt nothing but the slight, dull pain in his mind.
He really needed a drink.
So, he got up- wincing at a sudden pain that passed through his mind- and made his way towards the kitchen. The whispers grew louder and Lance tried to block them out- but he couldn’t- they were at the forefront of his mind, demanding attention. He still couldn’t make out what they were, but he had to wonder if he were simply hearing things, if he had gone crazy. Gotten some type of cabin fever in space.
He finally made it to the kitchen but he winced as one of the voices took prevalence over the others, he began to recognise the voice. The worried thoughts, endless with questions, filled with an intelligent undertone. Pidge.
He had no clue why he was hearing Pidge. Maybe he had banged his head, maybe he truely was going crazy. Or maybe Pidge was simply talking loud.
The kitchen was empty when he made it there, he quickly got himself a drink of water before gulping it down and filling the cup once more. Then he made his way out, going in search of the others.
He first found Keith, Keith’s voice got louder and Lance clutched his head in pain. Keith turned and raised his hand to greet Lance but dropped it when Lance ran out of the room.
On his way back to his room he bumped into Pidge. Whispers ran through Lance’s mind like a scream and Lance cried out, unused to the invasion of his mind. Pidge held her arms out for Lance in worry but cried out when he bolted from the scene.
He finally made it to his room, Lance locked the door behind him and slid onto the floor, tears pouring from his blood shot eyes. The whispers in his head calmed down, every now and then a more alert and clear voice would cut through the canopy of murmurs and every time Lance would wince.
He was going crazy. Officially bonkers. Lance pulled at his hair desperately.
‘Where is Lance?’ Lance whipped his head around in search of the posh voice. It was Allura.
‘He’s probably in his room.’
There’s no way Lance had heard Allura talking through the door. He was loosing his mind.
‘Was this his room?’
Lance shook his head, there was no way he had heard any of that. But surely, a knock sounded and Lance yelped in shock. A variety of sentences came through to Lance’s mind and lance blinked back painful tears. “Lance?” The muffled voice came through the door and Lance wavered.
There were other words being spoken, some he couldn’t catch others he could get a vague meaning of. But none of them spoken aloud, none of them muffled through the metal wall separating them. All of them in Lance’s mind.
Lance opened the door and Allura took in his tearful, dishevelled appearance and blinked in surprise. “Lance, are you feeling fine?” ‘He looks bad, maybe I should cut them all some slack’
“Yeah. It’s just a head ache but the others might appreciate a break too.” Lance answered absent-mindedly.
“Pardon?”‘Did I miss a part of the conversation?’ Now Lance was confused.
“No…. You didn’t miss any of the conversation?” Lance said questioningly and Allura gasped.
“Did you hear that?” Allura asked and Lance frowned. ‘Can you hear this?’
“Yeah” Lance asked looked at Allura weirdly. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I didn’t say that aloud.” Allura answered and frowned. ‘Watch my lips.’
Her lips didn’t move, not even an inch. Yet he could still hear her.
“…..” Lance stared at her in horror as more thoughts flooded his mind, thoughts of her home planet, thoughts of her life before. But mainly her hatred for those who destroyed her planet. Hatred for Zarkon.
All thoughts she couldn’t stop, they were a constant stream. Never ending.
“Lance, please don’t freak out, it’ll make this all worse.” Allura tried to calm as she noticed the hazy look in Lance’s eyes. Sweat formed between Lance’s brows and he looked faint.
“I-I can read- your mind?” Lance questioned and Allura looked as lost.
“Possibly” Allura said and looked down. ‘I’ll have to see if Coran knows about this.’
Allura left. Lance concentrated on the whispers passing through his mind. They were his teammates.
Hunk’s anxious stream of though. Keith’s brash word. Pidge’s blunt though process and Shiro’s tortured whispers.
All within Lance’s brain, waiting to be deciphered. Lance rubbed his temple, trying to rid the headache.
Lance could read minds.
Lance cautiously made his way down the hallway of the ship, headed to the medical bay. Everyone was already there, waiting for Lance. Lance knew that of course.
He walked through the door and cringed at the flood of voices. Thoughts mixed with real conversation, leaving Lance in a muddled haze.
He could hear many things directed his way, thoughts and actual words as the team crowded around him.
“My boy,” Coran’s calm voice pierced through the confusion and Lance focused on him, feeling a hand on his shoulder. “Listen to my voice only.”
The other paladins had stopped talking and Coran walked closer. “Do you feel the separation?”
Lance nodded, feeling the voices recede. There was a distinct wall between his own consciousness and their thoughts.
Coran took Lance’s face into his hands. “Now, focus on pushing the voices away, thickening that wall.”
Lance did as told, pushing his friends worries and thoughts and secrets away. Wincing when a particular thought would yell out. Finally, the thoughts receded and all they were was a small whisper in the back of his mind.
Lance released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and grabbed Coran’s arms for support. “Breathe my boy,” Coran whispered and Lance felt like crying.
The headache was gone.
“There will always be a wall beween your thoughts and ours,” Coran stated and patted Lance’s back. “Just remember that and use it to control it.”
“How did you know that?” Lance asked after a long pause and Coran smiled sadly.
“I should have realised sooner,” Coran looked down in thought. “It’s a trait the former blue paladin gained, after all.”
At the end of every summer the older campers get together to play drunk battle games with foam swords, padded arrows, armour made from cardboard and kitchen pots, and have chariot races with people pulling the chariots instead of Pegasus
“Imagine trying to have some alone time but the Joker doesn’t know the meaning of space.”
Requested by @stimahagen: “Could please make an imagine where the Joker falls in love with the reader and he becomes super clingy? would be so cute”
The morning sun was pushing its way through the heavy curtains that hung against the windows. You groaned, attempting to get out of bed. Tight arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you there. You couldn’t help but smile, letting yourself settle back down into the mattress. Eventually, his arms loosened from you and he rolled over. You waited for a few minutes then slowly got out of bed.
You tiptoed through the house, seeking out the kitchen. You never missed out on your chance to have alone time. You pulled some stuff out of the fridge and cabinets, placing them on the counter as you started to cook breakfast. You made sure to make a separate plate for the Joker, knowing that he’d probably be hungry when he woke up. Once you were done cooking, you sat down at the table and enjoyed your peaceful meal in solace. You watched the sun peak out from behind the clouds, a soft smile on your face. You picked up your empty plate and brought it to the kitchen. You paused for a moment, thinking that you heard something from upstairs. He should sleep for another hour or so, or at least you hoped.
BTS Reaction to You Wanting Your First Time to be With Them
Incognito;Bts reaction of their gf wants her “first time” to be with them??? Thanks! 😘
Note: It’s all good! I hope you like it ~ *credit to gif owners*
It was a love he cherished so much, holding it close to his heart as he smiled while kissing you. It never got too far, only innocent touches as his lips soon detached from yours and went down your jawline to your neck, sending shivers throughout your body. “I-” you started, feeling your cheeks heat up as you felt him leaving soft bites against your collarbone, “let’s do it. I’m ready.”
He froze, detaching himself as he looked into your eyes expectantly. “Are you sure?” He asked carefully, and when you gave him a nod in confirmation, a small smile would grace his lips before he began to kiss you again.
It was small touches, his face void of any emotion but his eyes carried a bountiful amount of love, hand reaching up to caress your chin as he rubbed the ball of his thumb onto your cheek affectionately. He was kissing you, softly but passionately and when he moved to reveal his cute scrunched nose while he tried to stop himself from going any further — the words spilling from your mouth faster than rain came as a shock to him. “Yoongi..I want you.” He blinked, wondering if he had heard you right until you pulled him against you, a smile breaking onto his features as he let out a nervous laugh of happiness.
“I want you to be my first time,” you had stated, the both of you walking down the freezing streets as the puff of air escaped your lips with every breath you took, floating into the sky before diminishing. Hoseok froze, stopping in mid step while looking down towards you, finding you being a shivering mess as your cheeks were tinted scarlet.
It would be seconds before he gave you a shit eating grin, leaning down to kiss your cheek as his bright self began to make the winter air slowly disappear. “I’ll be sure to make you warm and cozy tonight, (y/n).”
Standing in line to ride the largest roller coaster you have seen in your life, you watch Namjoon slightly fidget in his spot, wanting nothing more than to leave the line right there and then. Grabbing his hand, you gave him a teeny smile and the next hour went by in a flash — having him become a ball of excitement as you both waited for your cab ride home outside the front of the amusement park.
“I’m ready,” you told him, and he would immediately understand what you had meant. No words needed to be shared, only him pulling your back to his chest as he rested his chin on your shoulder with a pleasing smile.
His hands were clad on your waist, gripping firmly as he gave you a small smile, eyes boring into your irises as they showed a story he loved to witness every chance he got. He was slowly leaning down to give you a peck when the words of first time and you had flown past yours lips and entered his audio of portals.
He was shocked, feeling a blush creeping up onto his neck before he would quickly cover up his embarrassment while his lips ghosted over yours. “I promise you,” he began, watching the way your cheeks were flaming in mortification, “I will treat you like gold.”
He was cuddling you against his chest as you both watched a movie intently, his fingers running through your hair as he would occasionally glance towards you to make sure you hadn’t fallen asleep — but as he looked at you after the who knows how many times he had, your eyes connected with his for a brief second. “Tae..I’m ready.”
Although he had been tired, his heart’s banging against his chest immediately fueled his veins as he was suddenly energetic. Hand moving from your head to your chin, he tilted your face up to mesh your lips upon his — feeling more than one emotion at once as bliss had hit him like a bus.
“I think it’s time,” you had stated out of the blue, and it took the boy a while to see what you were exactly implying on; cheeks being struck with blood as his nervousness shot him in the heart, looking away from you in a panic.
“A-are you sure?” He questioned, the tips of his ears pooling in carmine as his body temperature rose in seconds. “And with me?” He was flustered all right, and once you had gave him a nod with a cheeky grin, his cute smile invaded his features in seconds as he scratched his neck in shyness.
Pairing: Jimin x reader (feat. Sungwoon from Hotshot) Genre: smut with a fluffy end Word count: 3.2k Content: dom!jimin, slight spanking
Description: No strings attached? Turns out differently as Jimin showed you jealousy for the first time at a party.
burned straight down your throat as you took the shot, it being the third one that
night already. For the time being there, you were looking around for Jimin
since he was the one who invited you to his party in the first place. So why
wasn’t he there?
Oh. Yeah, he’s probably flirting with other
girls again, you
thought and sighed out loud, your hand already reaching for the vodka to sip
yourself another shot.
Alright, so Lance is standing on top of a bridge. He’s in some tuxedo, looking tired and ragged. He looks down over the railing, down to the cold waters below.
He thinks how easy it would be to end it, but two wedding bands, gold and silver, stop him for a moment. He smiles, thinking back.
Lance smiled as he entered first year of college. Walks into class and sees a platinum blond beauty.
He strikes up a conversation and asked her out on a date, makes a fool of himself because that person is a beautiful man. The laughter escaping was beautiful too as he introduced himself as Lotor.
Lotor asks Lance if the man’s offer for a date still stands and Lance says yes.
The date was fun.
Three days later, Lotor kissed Lance
A weak later, they made love.
Many more dates came later with joy.
Some days it was hard. It took time for some family members to accept and others to lose touch. But Lance loved Lotor and Lotor loved Lance. It was all that mattered.
They moved into an apartment together at the end of the school year. They celebrated. They get a cat and named her Blue.
It was Lance who asked Lotor’s hand in marriage and Lotor said yes. Gold was Lance’s, Silver ’ s was Lotor’s.
The wedding was small, but the Honeymoon was Grand. Zarkon pulled the stick out of his ass and gave the newly weds free range with no cash limit in Ireland.
A good wonderful four, nearly happy years. They talked about kids. Adopting or finding a woman willing to be the baby mama.
Lotor fainted one day while at work. He thought he was just tired. He didn’t tell Lance. ***
When Lotor fainted again, he nearly fell down the stairs, but Lance caught him.
They go to a Doctor.
It’s Cancer in the brain.
They try Chemotherapy.
Lotor loses all of his hair. He asks Lance if he’s still beautiful. Lance says always and kisses him.
Lotor watches how Lance struggled. He’s realistic. Tells Lance that he wants him to move on when he’s gone. Lance laughed and said Lotor isn’t going anywhere.
1 year and Lotor is gone. Lance is lost. Lotor leaves one note behind.
“Please Love Again ”
The funeral was beautiful. Lotor picked his own casket, his own flowers, his own clothes. Lance was there for it all.
And here Lance was now, standing on a bridge.
His blood shot eyes waver as he thinks of ending it all. He crawled over the railing, hearing as the water and wind rushed by.
He closed his eyes, ready to fall.
Two strong arms pull him back. Pulls him back over the ledge and onto the ground. Hands pin him down hard as a stranger looks down at him with violet eyes.
Lance can’t help but let tears fall, as a stranger held him close and told him whatever it was, it was okay. Life shouldn’t end yet.
Keith introduced himself, handing over a hot cup of coffee over to Lance. They talk. Keith says something funny, that causes Lance to smile and laugh. It was something Lance never thought he’d be able to do again. Keith’s heart flutters at Lance’s laughter.
They meet again as friends.
Keith gets invited to Lance’s home. Lance leaves to make tea, leaving Keith to explore. He knocks over a book, with a letter in it.
“To the one who loves him. Thank you. Lance needs to be loved and he needs someone to love too. I hope you are cute.*Lotor*”
Keith puts the book back and sits back down, his heart pounding.
Blue likes Keith
Keith asks Lance out for a date. Lance says no, not right now. He’s not ready. Keith understands.
They get drunk one night and things happened. It went on like that after awhile, mainly sober at times too.
A year later, they start dating.
Another year later and they are happy. Keith has a ring in his back pocket. It’s neither silver or gold, but titanium black.
Lance is happy with three rings on his finger, thrilled to be in the arms of his new husband.
Lance loved again.
“Max?” David asked, perplexed at seeing the young boy. Max wasn’t looking at him, his head was casted downwards as he fidgeted with his back pack straps.
“Hey David.” He said, his voice was strained, he was shaking too. It was a big contrast to the rebelious and sacrastic young boy he had gotten to know each summer he spent at Camp Campbell.
He stepped aside, letting the boy enter the little forest shack, when David wasn’t consuling the camp he was working as the forest ranger. His private shack was located not that far from the camp, a bit closer to the town, he brifely remembered telling Max about it a long time ago, but he didn’t expect the boy to have payed attention if he was being honest.
Max sat down on one of the chairs at the wodden table in David’s kitchen space, he didn’t say anything as he held his bag close, the head of his teddy bear was poking out of it. David glanced at the scene, concern starting to spread. He knew this behavior, the trembling, avoiding eye contact, staying quiet.
He knew it way too well.
Oh god, how didn’t he notice anything before?
He went to the kitchen pantry, taking out a cup for the young boy to use. “Apple juice?” He asked, his word were cutting through the thick atmosphere like a knife. Max doesn’t answer.
David sighs, he purs a cup anyways and brought it over to the table. “Max.” He said in a gentle tone, “Can I see your face please?”
the boy tensed up, “Max please.” David said, gently reaching for the boy’s arms. Max let him, still trembling but not resisting.
David carefully took the backpack, placing it on the ground. What he saw on Max’s face was what he already suspected he would see. There was dried blood on his chin trailing down from his nose which looked bruised, there was also a nasty bruise on his eye. Despite knowing what was probably awaiting him David still felt somewhat shocked seeing the boy’s face in such a condition, “Fucking hell.” He breated out without really meaning to, he really didn’t have the nerves to keep his no cursing rule alive right now.
Max flinched, David met his eyes, the one that wasn’t bruised was blood shot and puffy, like he’s been crying for a very long time. God, what did these people do to him?
David gently reached for his face, Max flinched again, causing the man to pause. “Can I?” He asked, waiting for the boy to give him permission. Max nodded, still tense, still trembling as David gently touched around his nose, checking how bad the damage was. “You want to tell me who did this?” He asked, the nose didn’t feel broken, which was good he supposed.
There was silence, David sighs again as he lowered his hand from the young boy’s face, he reached for Max’s trembling little hands and gave them a firm squeeze.
“Listen,” he started, trying to meet the other’s eyes again, “When I was your age…my step dad used to hit me.”
That caused the boy to stare at him, David could understand why, it wasn’t often that he opened up and actually admitted how awful his childhood really was.
“Back then, I felt helpless. I didn’t feel like I could tell anybody, because I thought it wasn’t really abuse, because he was my father so…he had to love me, right? And…. because I didn’t think anybody really cares. But…I was wrong. There are people who care Max. I care.”
“He’s been drinking….again.” Max’s voice was small, scared, and David had a hard time to supress the boiling hatred he felt.
“He had said he would be better….promised to never do it again….and he did get better for a bit, he just ignored me, but he then did it again and I just…I didn’t know where else I could go.” His sentences came out in broken chunks, he was trying not to cry, David could tell.
“What about your mother?”
“I don’t know…she was passed out on the floor with a bottle of whisky….again.”
David heared enough. “Okay, first lets get your face cleaned up. I will get you some ice for that eye and the nose. We’ll go to the police afterwards.” He declared, rubbing gently circles into Max’s palm.
Max tensed up at the word police, David could understand why, Max was a smart kid, he probably knew just as well as David that the child protective service was anything but perfect.
“I promise you Max.” He said as he gently brushed over the boy’s head, “I will never let anybody hurt you again.” Max’s small hand was gipping his as if his life was depending on it and David could tell, this was the start of something big, for both of them.