but i just love them both i couldn't help myself


#two very different relationships for shaw yet both so important #they both loved her so much but in different ways (one platonically and the other romantically) and its big because for someone that always thought something was wrong with her and no one would ever take the time to GET her #she ended up gaining two people that legit would’ve died for her and vice versa #they BOTH understood her and never judged her and loved her exactly the way she was #not to mention root and reese’s love for her even helped THEM bond in a way that made them start to care about each other #i just have a lot of feelings about these three tbh

Her True Face (Maze x Linda)

Maze doesn’t do feelings. She doesn’t do feelings and she doesn’t do humans, so how the hell has she found herself currently doing both?

Linda isn’t even a very good example of a human. She’s short and distressingly breakable. Sex with her is great, of course, because Maze is an expert and never accepts less than the best, but also because Linda is very enthusiastic and frequently tender in a way that leaves Maze breathless and too warm.

It can’t go on. Feelings are *horrible*. They sneak up on her when she isn’t expecting them - when she isn’t even with Linda or thinking about her. But then suddenly an image of Linda’s wry smile or her hair tousled by Maze’s fingers will pop into her head, and she’ll find herself with a blazing smile of her own that it takes considerable effort to quench.

And then there’s the worry. That’s the absolute worst. Maze is used to worrying about Lucifer: she’s had millennia to practise. But Lucifer is an angel and, until recently, pretty hard to hurt. There are a thousand ways Linda could die, and sometimes at night when she’s trying to sleep Maze will instead find herself helplessly imagining every single one of them.

It has to stop, but it’s all too horribly clear that she doesn’t have it in her to stop it.

Linda would, though, if she knew the truth of who Maze truly is. And so Maze decides to show her. She lets herself into Linda’s office one morning before any clients are due and she lets go of the mask she’s worn for so long. She lets her true face show.

When Linda enters half an hour later it takes her a second to register that she’s not alone - and then she screams. It’s exactly the reaction Maze was hoping for, so it shouldn’t hurt quite as much as it does, like a demon dagger to the gut.

Linda stops screaming after a moment. She stands there, silent, with a hand over her mouth and then she whispers, ‘Maze, is that you?’

‘Yes,’ Maze says. With half her mouth no more than bone and tendon the world slurs into mush, but she’s sure Linda understands.

Linda stands where she is a moment longer and then she draws in a deep breath, as if steeling herself, and walks to stand in front of Mazikeen.

‘This is my real face,’ Maze says and turns so that Linda can see the wreckage of its left side more clearly.

Linda lifts a trembling hand and touches it: the left side, the part that’s pure demon. It’s never been touched by a human before. Never by a demon either - only Lucifer had ever touched her there with possessive affection. Linda’s touch is different. It’s tentative, gentle. She runs her fingers around Maze’s lips, ruined to whole and back to ruined again, and now it’s Maze who’s trembling.

‘It’s a good face,’ Linda says. ‘It’s honest.’

Maze scoffs because how can Linda possibly mean that? She leans forward, lips parted, asking for a kiss that she knows can’t possibly be given. But Linda doesn’t flinch away. Linda leans forward - and if she shuts her eyes, she also opens her lips and the kiss is as firm and as passionate as any she’s ever given.

When she leans back, Maze allows her human mask to fall back into place. It’s easier to cry when both her eyes have lids. Linda pulls her down onto her couch and holds her, letting Maze bury her head in her shoulder to hide her shameful tears.

‘You can’t scare me away,’ she says. ‘Didn’t you know? It’s never been the mask that I love.’

A fic to celebrate one of the most important days of the year

Y’all know what day it is…our favorite blue paladin’s birthday!!!! so to celebrate this (should be) international holiday, here is the first chapter to a fic, starring Lance as a journalist, and Keith as a police officer, also featuring shay and the rest of team voltron (except pidge who will be introduced in a later chapter don’t worry guys I didn’t forget about her). tagging @hastalalaterkeith7152 for letting me bounce ideas off you and also practically forcing me to write this :) length for this chapter is about 3780 words. please guys tell me what you think of this. would you like to see more chapters?

Chapter 1: Late

Routine was a pivotal function of life. It provided structure, organization, and better time management, which were all qualities of successful people. That was why Lance McClain began nearly every day in the same fashion. Wake up, make coffee, drink coffee, read the newspaper, shower, brush teeth, get dressed, go to work. Simple. Very difficult to screw up. Yet somehow, this particular morning had so easily gone to mush.

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