comfort castles

The paladins went into that wormhole with just the clothes on their backs, so it is really fucking cute that when Allura catches Keith running away, he has so much stuff. Like, he’s gotten so comfortable on the castle that he’s started collecting possessions.

Remus catches you stealing his sweaters

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You sat curled up in one of the enormous lounge chairs in the common room, reading a book and cuddling a box of tissues. The seasonal devil of sickness had gotten to you and now you were going to be sniffling in all your classes. Not only that, but to even consider getting out of bed you had to put on three sweaters. It’s a good thing Remus basically lived next door.

By some miracle, good ol’ Shrimpy (otherwise known as Remus J. Lupin) had grown to be 6 feet tall in the last few years, allowing you to layer an extra two of his sweaters over yours and comfortably navigate he drafty castle.

Just as you turned the page- hoping dearly that Achilles and Patroclus would finally be allowed happiness- your book was snatched out of your hands. You frowned and glared up at the 6'2 monster towering above you. “What on Earth possessed you to do that?” You growled, snatching your book from his hand and carefully marking the page you were to continue on to. In the near silence of the common room you couldn’t help but notice as Remus grumbled something under his breath.

“Would you like to share with the class?” You prompted, standing and putting your hands on your hips.

“I said that that is my sweater,” Remus accused.

“Yes, it is,” You agreed, looking down at the dark grey sweater hanging to your thighs.

“I almost missed breakfast looking for it.”

You smiled slightly and shrugged, reaching for a tissue to wipe your running nose. “I’m sorry, but as you can see it’s for a good cause,” You said, settling back in your chair.

After a quiet Remus-like sigh he joined you, sitting down in the chair next to yours. “We missed you down at dinner,” He said, pulling out a little napkin and unrolling it. Inside was a slightly crushed berry tart. You smiled.

“Is that so?”

“Of course,” He nodded, passing the treat over and then relaxing in his chair.

There was a moment of silence.

“This doesn’t mean you can keep my sweaters.”

“We’ll see.”

anonymous asked:

Latte ship: Matt immediately falling for Lance, and ridiculously oblivious Lance who thinks they are becoming bros until Matt literally gibes up trying to woo him and just flat out kisses him

Thanks for the request! Here it is: 

(I’ll post this on Ao3 later. Right now it’s having some issues so I’ll add a link when I do it.)

When the team had discovered Matt Shiro and Pidge were ecstatic. There were some hugs, some tears, and more hugs as they brought him back to the castle through the green lion.

After landing Blue gently in her hanger, Lance rushed to the common area, the last to arrive. Shiro, Matt, and Pidge were talking animatedly in the middle of the room as the others sat around on the couches, a pleased hum permeating the room after the successful mission. He moved forward, slipping into the gap between Shiro and Pidge. As he got a look at Pidge’s brother he felt his face heat up.

Matt looked almost exactly like Pidge, but his face was a little sharper, a little older and a shock of white like Shiro’s ran through the fringe on his left. In other words he made Lance’s heart speed up a little.  Matt turned, stopping mid sentence as their eyes met. Lance was frozen and Matt marched forward, sticking his hand out.

“My name’s Matt, but you can call me anytime.”

Lance stuttered but took Matt’s hand, shaking it firmly. “I uh- I’m Lance.”

“Gross Matt.” Pidge shoved her brother half-heartedly, breaking the connection between their hands.

Lance smiled awkwardly. Was he actually flirting? “He was just joking around Pidge.” No, people didn’t flirt with Lance. Lance flirted with others and was rejected or betrayed, that’s how things went. He turned to Matt, “Are you a thief? Cause i’m pretty sure you just stole my heart.” He snapped some finger guns and gave a cocky smile as Matt laughed. They were gonna get along just fine.

——-

Throughout the next couple months Matt spent most of his time with Pidge or Shiro, but he always made time for Lance. Their meetings usually started with a pick up line from Matt, and they were never the same.

“I’m no photographer but I can picture us together.”

“Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I’m feeling a connection.”

“Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.”

Lance usually responded with his own joking line as Pidge and Shiro (and the others but not as prominently) would groan in the background. He and Matt actually grew pretty close though.. As Matt got more comfortable around the castle they began to spend more and more time together, talking about everything from the best memes to more serious subjects like Matt’s time with the Galra or Lance’s insecurities. More than once there were some comforting hugs and touches.

It was a night like those when Lance realized he’d fallen for Matt. They’d been discussing what they would do when they got back to Earth. Lance had told tales of garlic knots and Cuban beaches and of how he wanted to see his family again, show them how much he’d grown. After a while their shoulders had pressed together as they looked out a window into space.

“I think I’d take like a month to just play all the video games that came out and browse tumblr for all the memes that i missed. Hey, maybe you could come with me! We could co-op on some of the stuff or we could just hang! Wouldn’t that be awesome?” Matt had such a hopeful look on his face. The light brown in Matt’s eyes mixed with the colors of the universe around them. He was gorgeous.  Lance felt his chest tighten.

“Yeah.” He whispered. He was so screwed. “That would be very awesome.”

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Surprisingly their confession wasn’t such a romantic moment. They’d been playing Mario Kart on the system that Pidge and Hunk had rigged up to the Altean version of a Tv when Matt had paused the game. Lance turned, about to question why he’d stopped when Matt blurted out a pick up line. “Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?”

Lance flushed, internally berating himself for reacting. He couldn’t really think of a good response though, and settle for a wobbly smile. “That’s a good one dude.” He moved his gaze back to the game but didn’t get chance to start playing.

Two hands gripped his collar with a rushed, “For fuck’s sake.” Lance was pulled to the side and lips smashed against his own. Momentarily stunned Lance froze, mentally rebooting. Matt was kissing him. HolyshitMattwaskissinghim.

Matt pulled back, eyes searching Lance’s face and releasing his hands. Panic washed over his features. “Oh my god, I am so sorry I should have known you didn’t feel the same-”

The rest of Matt’s apology faded into the background to Lance as he rushed forward, knocking Matt onto his back and shoving their mouths back together, holding himself up. It was just pressure, but lips began to move and glide together gently in a slow dance as they relaxed into the motions. Matt’s lips were cracked in a stark contrast to Lance’s own, but he didn’t care. Hands threaded themselves in Lance’s hair. A leg rose to nudge against his hip and Lance found himself on his back, Matt leaning over him. While his left remained in Lance’s hair, Matt’s right hand stroked his cheek.

“I’m going to assume that means you like me too?”

Lance could only nod, a little overwhelmed, but loving it anyway. Matt grinned and pressed his palm more firmly to the underside of Lance’s jaw and dragged his lips over Lance’s again. Hot was about the only thought that Lance could solidly form. The thumb stroking over his pulse and the fingernails scratching against his scalp flushed heat from his face to his toes. Lance gripped the side of Matt’s shirt over his ribs, pulling the boy on top of him, chests flush.

A wet stroke passed over Lance’s bottom lip, followed by the sharp, but gentle press of teeth. A small gasp passed Lance’s mouth, and he had begun to open for Matt when a voice interrupted.

  “Hey Lance, I need my brother back so if you- AAAH MY EYES!” Pidge screeched and covered her eyes with the data pad she had been focused on. Lance and Matt flinched back from one another and turned to Pidge, but she had already run out of the room. 

They laughed, leaning into one another. As they settled down, fingers threaded through Lance’s and he gripped them back. Maybe he wasn’t so screwed. 

i called myself promptsforvoltron but all I wanna post is langst… whoops

here’s some happy Lance instead :)

-Lance coming home after only 1 or 2 years in space (instead of 10 to 20 what the heck is wrong with all of you?! [*hides all my similar ideas*])

-Lance baking with Hunk and being reminded of his family in a happy way

-Lance being comforted by someone on the team

-aliens that have never seen the color blue, and then Lance comes and they think he’s the coolest (and it’s not a lot, but what a confidence booster anyway)

-Shiro continuing to call Lance “sharpshooter” after they find him

-Allura and Lance becoming bffs (Hunk is still Lance’s #1 if I see any of you leave him out i wILL HURT YOU)

-someone doesn’t realize the comms are still on, and… they talk about how good Lance was. and then they say again, as if they had talked about it before, and say how lucky they are that he’s on the team

-or he hears it in the hallway outside his room (and the reason this person/these people don’t say it to his face is cause they think it’ll just inflate his ego or something)

-or y'know, someone says it to his face

-(*chants:* all three! all three! all three!)

-Lance talking his feelings out and being comforted

-the castle heating breaks and there is a team cuddle bc it’s so cold

-Lance gets closer to Hunk and Pidge and the result is amazing. (just think of all the jokes and memes and puns that could come outta this)

-PALADIN PILLOW FIGHT PLEEEASE!

-Shiro finally getting around to getting to know Lance and Hunk better

-Coran deciding to go on some bonding one-on-one time with Lance and no one else knows what happened, but the result was a lot of inside jokes and being really close to each other

-Lance asking the blue lion what traits she looks for, and she says them, and Lance is thinking “i wish i was like that” but the blue lion comforts him and shows him that he is those things and more

-some kind of space mall thing again, and he finds either earth candy or space candy or something and he’s hyper and happy

Tatterdemalion Dreams

This is a coda to Ragtag Heroes, not really intended to become a separate thing but my attempt to get into Sirius’s head. Excuse me while I upend my drabble bin over your heads. :D


Sirius’s little brother has always been just that—little. Regulus was a slight and slender child, and has grown into a lean and lithe man, a little too thin and rawboned from constant stress but still pretty in the way that their parents always despaired of. Sirius can admit, despite his hatred of her, that Walburga Black was an absolutely stunning woman, and Regulus takes after her very much in looks.

Not so much in personality, though, regardless of what Sirius thought as a child. Not after what he’s managed to accomplish.

Slumped in a dusty old armchair, Sirius watches his brother wander around Grimmauld Place’s library, touching covers, stroking long fingers over worn spines. This is Reggie’s element and always has been—Sirius was honestly astonished that he ended up in Slytherin rather than Ravenclaw, during the Sorting. Regulus as a child, in Sirius’s mind, was forever clutching a book, sometimes as big as himself, and wandering around with a dreamy, distant expression. He thinks of it with a bit of a pang, now, because at some point during his first year at Hogwarts that warm burst of fondness at the sight of his little brother, forever trying to please everyone, transformed into something sneering and derisive and passively loathing.

Regulus being sorted into Slytherin was the final straw, and Sirius, already immersed in being different from their parents and surrounded by Gryffindors who held the same beliefs, had turned his back on Regulus, not about to associate himself with a sniveling follower.

Never mind the fact that Regulus was eleven. Never mind that their parents had always leaned harder on Regulus, who was never nearly as willful. Never mind that Regulus adored Sirius since birth, as the only one who spent any amount of time with him outside of the house elves. Sirius had turned away, found a new brother in James who suited him so much better, and left without a backwards glance.

Their parents were never kind, even to the family favorite, and Sirius watches Regulus meander through the shelves with something like guilt roiling in his gut. Should have known, he thinks, and the vague, distant regret he’s felt since learning of his brother’s death is back in full force, because Sirius had run away from the family and left Regulus behind. It doesn’t matter that they were at odds at the time; Regulus was always a gentle soul, always tried to please their parents no matter what. Sirius could have easily taken him along to James’s, could have convinced him to abandon their parents’ ideals if only he’d remembered the sweet little boy Regulus had been, rather than looking at the distant, aloof Black prince he’d been forcibly molded into.

But he didn’t, hadn’t bothered, and something in Sirius is—

“Leo Prince,” Regulus says unexpectedly, making Sirius jump.

“What?” Sirius asks, blinking.

When he looks up, Regulus is giving him that nostalgic you’re-a-moron-Siri-and-must-I-lower-myself-to-your-level look. He’s seen it quite often—usually from the child Regulus used to be, excited about some obscure spell or ritual or potion, some little-known aspect of ancient magical theory that lost Sirius completely about twelve words into the explanation. Not that he’s an idiot, academically—Sirius has always been proud of his grades—but Regulus is something entirely different. Even their parents never quite knew what to do with him, beyond shipping him off to Voldemort in a gift-wrapped package.

“Yes, Reggie?” Sirius grins at his little brother, for the sole reason that the nickname drives him batty and nothing gets his ire up like pretending to be stupid. “What was that?”

Regulus rolls his eyes so hard Sirius wonders how he doesn’t strain something. “My name,” he explains, tone long-suffering, “for teaching at Hogwarts.”

Sirius turns it over in his head for a moment. “Leo?” he repeats dubiously, because outwardly Regulus is the perfect Slytherin, and whenever he’s not being Slytherin he gives a damned good impression of being a born Ravenclaw. Nothing leonine about him, really.

That gets him another roll of Regulus’s eyes, though it’s subtler this time. “The star Regulus is the brightest heavenly body in the constellation Leo,” he says, and his mouth quirks in a wry smile. “Also called ‘the Heart of the Lion’.”

Sirius snorts at that, wondering what twist of fate gave Regulus the one Black name that suited him exactly. ‘Heart of the Lion’ indeed. “And Prince?”

“From the literal meaning of my name.” Regulus turns back to his books again, plucking one off the shelf and adding it to the already sizeable pile he’ll be taking to Hogwarts with them. “’Little King’. It’s a name I’ve used before, in parts of the Continent. So if a particularly overprotective parent should try to trace my movements, there will be a trail. Leo Prince spent two years in Italy and then Eastern Europe, studying blood rituals from ancient times.”

Of course he did, Sirius thinks with a roll of his own eyes. He’s spent several weeks already with Hermione, and even she can’t hold a candle to his little brother. But rather than say anything—although it’s tempting, because Reggie being defensive over his rituals and spells is easily one of the more amusing things Sirius has ever encountered—he just asks, “And disguises? It’s more than likely that Peter told Voldemort about my Animagus form, and I hate to say it, Reggie, but you—”

“Yes, yes,” Regulus cuts him off, clearly annoyed. He’s always been easy for Sirius to rile. “We look very similar, I’m aware. Harry thought I was you, at first glance.”

Sirius blinks and fights a frown. Regulus is pretty, and Sirius has always considered himself—not without corroboration from other sources—to be handsome. Then he glances up, catches the tail end of Regulus’s wicked grin as the younger Black turns away, and huffs. “Oh, go on, rub it in,” he growls, chucking a cushion at his smirking brother. “At least I take after Father rather than dearest Mother in looks, pretty boy.”

That earns him a rude hand gesture and a scowl. “Anyway,” Regulus says forcefully. “I won’t use charms to change my appearance—they’re too easily detected and broken, even by the simplest of wards or spells. But…” He trails off, rummaging in a cupboard for a moment, and then, with a victorious sound, emerges holding a pair of glasses with delicate silver frames. He slips them onto his face, then pulls his hair from its loose tail and twists it into a messy braid falling over his shoulder.

They’re simple changes, but they’re able to highlight the differences between them. Sirius sits up straighter, taking in the way the glasses manage to entirely change Regulus’s face, and the hairstyle gives him a bookish, distracted, professorly air. With a change of clothes—good-quality robes, he thinks, maybe a little tattered, quiet colors, slightly too large—Regulus will be all but unrecognizable. Oh, there will be similarities, but there used to be a pureblood Prince family, and they intermarried with the Blacks enough to write off the resemblance as a result of typically tangled pureblood genealogy.

Regulus is giving Sirius the same look in return, but his is faintly distracted. “You, however,” he murmurs, “will need a charm or two, if only to keep from giving any of the more superstitious students a heart attack, looking like a Grim.” He trails off, muttering under his breath, his gaze absent, and Sirius realizes that this is his contemplative look. He’s no doubt running through every glamour charm he knows, cataloguing faults and weaknesses.

Such a Ravenclaw, really, Sirius thinks, and doesn’t even bother to fight the fond smile that rises. Good old Reggie, the walking encyclopedia of spells.

Then Regulus looks up at him and smiles that singularly angelic smile that means he’s about to show how he and Sirius really are related. He taps long fingers against his lips to hide the beginnings of a smirk, and murmurs, “Well, you’re the size of a bear, so there’s no way we’ll actually be able to pass you off as a normal dog, but…white, I think. Yes, white will do nicely. Maybe with a touch of tan?”

Sirius only has a moment to feel horrified before Regulus’s wand is out and moving.

“Well?” his little brother demands, sounding unnervingly like McGonagall. “Change already, we haven’t got all day.”

It’s going to be a very long year indeed.


It’s been a near age since Regulus last set foot on Hogwarts ground. He stands just outside the gates, staring up at the vast and imposing castle—strangely comforting, a home more than Grimmauld place could ever be, and he wonders if it’s like that for everyone. Perhaps only those from broken homes, if the Black family can count as such. Sirius, at least, had the Potters, but Regulus was always a distant, aloof child with few acquaintances and fewer friends. He had no one.

Unconsciously, his fingers curl into the thick fur of the beast standing at his side, higher than his waist and as big as a bear. White fur now, rather than black, but it’s still Sirius, still his brother brought back to him. Maybe everything isn’t entirely easy between them yet, but they’ve been strangers longer than they’ve been family, and they’re readjusting. Sirius whines softly and bumps against his hip, and Regulus musters up a smile for him.

“I’m fine, Siri,” he murmurs, although his fingers stay buried in pale fur. “Just…overwhelmed, a little.”

Normally he’d never admit to such a thing, but this is Hogwarts and he’s coming back and there’s absolutely nothing in the world he’s dreamed of more than destroying the Dark Lord with his brother at his side and the Light at this back. This is a step closer, the fifth out of seven, and then there’s only the snake left to find. Regulus has thrown out his net already; there are many people who owe him favors by now, with his knowledge base and skill set and Slytherin cunning, and Nagini will be found soon enough.

Just Ravenclaw’s artefact now, and then Harry. Their goal is so close, so achingly close that Regulus can almost taste it, and after sixteen unwavering years, he’s ready. Ready for a normal life, a death not at the hands of his former master, days not spent running from even the vaguest chance that Voldemort could discover him or his plans. It’s been too long.

With a huff of very un-canine impatience, Sirius shoves at him again and then heads up the road, strides sure and confident. Regulus only hesitates for a moment longer before hurrying to catch up with him, careful of his baggy robes. He hates them, if only for Sirius’s teasing at how he looks like a waifish scholar who thinks too much to eat. Not that Sirius is one to talk, really—he’s changed from looking like a Grim to looking like something out of Norse myth that’s about to devour the sun.

But Sirius is happy to be out of that dreary and rundown house, and Regulus can’t blame him. About the only good thing remaining there is Kreacher, and the elf is getting on in years. He’d been overjoyed that Regulus returned, but as much as Regulus missed him he hadn’t been able to bring himself to stay. He’d packed everything he needed in a day and headed out to Hogwarts and his new post, Sirius in tow. They’re quite a pair, really.

McGonagall meets them at the main doors, still regal and authoritative in a way Blacks can only dream of being, but she smiles faintly at Regulus. “Professor Prince,” she says. “How good to have you back. If you’ll follow me, I will show you to your chambers.”

This is happening, Regulus thinks suddenly, as his heart stutters and leaps forward into a gallop. This is real.

Professor, she called him, and that’s what he is now. No longer a nameless, fleeing face but a person, a figure of some standing, with a name and a past even if it isn’t his own.

That’s…pleasing.

The Soundtrack Is The Rain

It’s been a minute since I’ve written Kastle, sorry Loves didn’t mean to neglect. This actually prose - I’m more dialogue heavy, so not sure where this came from, but I kinda like it.
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He’s half awake and he can feel her soft as silk hair against his chest. She nuzzles closer him, contented sigh warming his exposed skin. She’s a blanket hog, which is fine he runs hot, but he winces as her toes twitch against his calf. He’s convinced that she somehow sneaks out of bed, puts her toes in a bucket of ice water, and crawls back into bed to torment him. It’s not a horrible torment, but holy-hell her toes should be blue they’re so cold.

The rain’s falling outside and it’s all he can really hear besides her rhythmic​ breathing. He should get up, he should, but he isn’t going to. He’s going to lay here and pretend that he belongs under her. He’s going to allow the luxury of her naked form pressed to his to lull him back to sleep.

Her fingers flex against one of scars on his lower abdomen and his muscles flex instinctively. She mummers something about five more minutes. He smiles down at her and let’s himself have a few more than five more minutes with her.

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Love to my Loves ❤️❤️

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HOW YOU SLEEP RWBY IMAGINE

Gender neutral reader 

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JAUNE

You both lay close to each other, you lay on his arm, as he lays on his back sound asleep, he snores slightly in his sleep. He’s embarrassed by it and you resure him that you think its cute - and that if it does become overbearing you wont hesitate to smother him with a pillow. If he has a bad dream he might pull you closer at times and you’ll play with his hair to calm him down. When the two of you wake up in the morning the both of you will lay together not wanting to get out, you’ll talk about anything or maybe the dreams you had the night before. Jaune is usually the one to get up and make you both something to eat, 

NORA

She’ll rest her head on your chest and hug your middle, she loves to hear your heartbeat as she sleeps and the rise and fall of your chest, it calms her down after an exhausting day, it’s almost like a form of meditation for her. She often smiles as she’s about to drift off and hug you a little tighter almost as though to double check that you were actually there. The two of you tend to stay up late and talk about random stuff that seems to matter so much at the time but most of it you can’t even remember half the things you said or how it seemed so important at the time, “if we could talk to dogs would they think we were their rulers?”

REN

He’ll let you braid his hair for when he goes to bed - which is a HUGE honour as he doesn’t like anyone touching his hair as it makes him uncomfortable at times. He likes to run his fingers through your hair as you and he drift off. He’ll let you borrow his shirts to wear to bed if you want, you didn’t always take the offer but some days when it was hard for you and you just weren’t in the mood for humans in general you would take one of his shirts and just lay in bed with him and he would hold you gently, sometimes letting you vent and sometimes it would just be silence between the two of you would be all you needed to calm you down from everything. In the morning you and Ren would take turns in who does what. Usually it’s whoever wakes up first is in charge (you usually steal Ren’s apron when it was your turn)

PYRRHA

You would both fall asleep close to each other after helping each other with homework and study, you would both hold hands with each other and by morning you would find that your head would be resting on her shoulder. Pyrrha loves holding hands with you, she’s shy about showing affection in genral but hand holding is one thing she can’t get enough of. She loves it when you hug her in your sleep and pull her close, snuggling your head in her chest. She loves hugging you back too. In the morning she’s usually the first to wake up but she’ll let you sleep longer because she doesn’t want to wake you up when you were so peaceful and seemed so happy (also she doesn’t want you to stop hugging her). You usually make her something in the mornings because she’s not used to people wanting to do those small things for her because they love her for her and not because she’s famous.

RUBY

This girl, this girl will hug you all night, she’ll hug you all day too, she loves her hugs. The two of you will definatly talk almost all night which will tend to lead to sleep ins in the morning. Which would then lead to the both of you jumping out of bed and trying to find your clothes that would be mixed with each others and grabbing whatever food you could before running to class, holding each other’s hands.

YANG

There is no organised way for you to sleep at night. Sometimes you would be laying sideways on the bed over Yang, maybe her feet would face you one night or she would have her head next to yours. In the mornings you would both be ready to eat breakfast and shake Ruby awake to make sure she wouldn’t be late … again. She will however tend to hold you tight at night if possible and she tends to steal the blankets at night but you both will either fight throughtout the night in your sleep or one of you would give up.

BLAKE 

Cuddles, she likes you holding her clsoe to you and when you rub her back in her sleep. You’ll help her brush her hair before you go to bed and she will do the same for you. The both of you have so many covers on your bed, some people have two donas but you two? Nope, you two had at least four, and no one should even get you both started on pillows, you both had the most comfy sleeping place in the school, and when your bed was made up - lets just say it looked good.
“OOOOH IT LOOKS LIKE A FLUFFY CASTLE OF COMFORT” - Ruby

WEISS 

The two of you have an organised sructure in order to get to bed at a reasonable time to get enough sleep at night after study and training. By the time you both got in bed after training you would be exhausted and basically collapse on the bed together, pulling the blankets up and resting on each other falling asleep instantly, listening ot each others heartbeats and being drifted away from the rise and falls of each others chest. Weiss will never tell you but going to bed with you was her favourite part of the day.  In the mornings Weiss would try to make you something to eat which was honestly the cutest thing since she had no clue what she was doing half the time.

CINDER

There was no set time for when the two of you would go to bed. It was usually just whenever work was done, even if this meant five in the morning was the go to time. When the two of you got in bed she would pull you close, she prefered being the big spoon and would rest her head in the crook of your neck. If it wasn’t bed due to times when the two of you would be on the couch or just where ever it could work. Sometimes the two of you would take a nap in the helicopter and even on the floor - everyone around you know when you two were asleep to not disurb the both of you. One person had made the mistake to accidentally disturb you as you were sleeping in between Cinder’s legs as she leaned against the wall and played with your hair, when the person had woken you up … he wasn’t seen for the next few weeks.  

@babsignal @alluras-castle hey, thanks for responding! ok, so that’s all the info i’ve been working with. also, i figured that the HC came from the fact that steven is korean? but maybe not, idk where it originated. but like, lance, hunk, and shiro’s VAs aren’t the same ethnicity as their characters, so i’m certainly not taking that as confirmation of his ethnicity, since it’s, well. not confirmation of anything beyond steven is korean.

but anyway, i by no means mean that keith can’t be korean or that people shouldn’t HC him as such. i don’t police those kinds of HC, unless the character is already confirmed as a specific non-white ethnicity, like Shiro, Lance, and Hunk are. (i.e., i think ppl should respect that their characters are confirmed to be japanese, cuban, and samoan, respectively). but like, i don’t think ppl should police HC that aren’t confirmed like that. 

my general rule of thumb: if the character isn’t confirmed as part of a marginalized group (i.e. not white, cis, het, able bodied, neurotypical, etc), then ppl are allowed to HC whatever they want. so like, ppl should respect that shiro is japanese, is an amputee, and suffers from some form of PTSD or otherwise is affected by his past trauma (all of which are addressed in canon), but things like his gender or sexuality, which haven’t been confirmed in canon (beyond the use of he/him pronouns, but that’s something that can certainly change for a person), are totally fine to HC whatever ppl want. 

Insomniac - a Ten Years On fic

So, the lovely @bosstoaster (You’ve read all of her fics, right? No? Go on, I’ll wait.) responded to this prompt:

“ HERE’S A THOUGHT FOR YOU, WHEN SHIRO COMES BACK FROM WHEREVER HE VANISHED TO, FOR HIM IT’S ONLY BEEN LIKE AN HOUR BUT FOR EVERYONE ELSE IT’S BEEN LIKE FIVE YEARS OR MAYBE EVEN A DECADE?”

The result is the fic Come Back (as pure as gold) which, if you haven’t read, wtf are you even doing with your life? Go do that immediately.

I loved the shit out of this fic, and I asked BT if I could play in her sandbox. She is a gracious and kind overlord, and she said yes! So, I wrote a thing. I may write more things. We’ll see what happens! 

Insomniac

Rating: Teen

Characters: Shiro, Pidge, Green Lion

Warnings: Insomnia, mild dissociation, discussions of age appropriateness and lack thereof, Pidge being Pidge.



Wandering the hallways while the others slept, Shiro honestly didn’t know whether the familiarity was a blessing or a curse. It was a little eerie, especially when he was so tired– He almost expected to wake up and find that it’d all been a dream. His reality had begun to blur at the edges yet again, and every time he closed his eyes he feared he’d open them to find some fresh hell awaiting him, dreaded being told he’d lost even more time.

A year and change to the Galra.

A crash landing and an isolation ward on Earth.

Four kids and the fate of the universe in their hands, a legend come to life. Voltron. A few months that felt like a lifetime.

A battle, a victory, a void.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Some part of Shiro told him he was being irrational, or at least impractical; he couldn’t avoid sleep forever. He’d already succumbed a few times since his return, and nothing more had changed between sleeping and waking. Knowing that didn’t lessen his fear at all. He’d had no reason to expect to lose so much any of the other times things had gone sideways, either.

Even when he could force his waking mind to believe he’d be okay, Shiro’s dreams kept him from getting anything like truly restful sleep. He’d thought the nightmares of the arena were bad, and they were. But now they stacked with visions of waking to find his friends, his family aged far beyond him. He dreamt of their bones turned to dust while he lived on with no anchor but the Black Lion. 

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anonymous asked:

If you're still taking fluff ficlet requests, some Shiro/Matt? (Because I'm dying after the ending of that last chapter I need my sons to be happy)

[I’m writing Dualityverse fluff ficlets! (Because the latest chapters have been pure angst.)] [Read them all here. Now on AO3 as Finding Family.]

I’m defo still taking fluff requests. Unless I get suddenly flooded with them, they’re open until the end of the current arc in Duality.

Set in or around chapter 15 of Someplace Like Home.


“Remind me again why I’m blindfolded?”

Matt shushed Shiro, flicking his nose. Shiro flinched back, mouth dropping open in a look of mild offense that made Matt grin. It was early, the castle utterly silent except for their breathing and the shuffle of their footsteps. The close walls of this corridor swallowed the sound, as it swallowed the dim light of the illumination strips running along the floor. They might have been walking in an isolated bubble of reality, surrounded by nothingness on all sides.

“You’re blindfolded,” Matt said, “because this is supposed to be a surprise.”

Shiro quirked an eyebrow over the top of his black sleep mask—a gift from Lance, who’d made everyone their own silk sleep mask during one of his bouts of hyper-productivity. “A surprise?” Shiro asked. “In the Red Lion’s tower? Interesting.”

Matt stopped walking, gaping at Shiro in disbelief. “You—how did you—that’s not fair, Takashi!

With a smug grin, Shiro walked on, still blindfolded, tugging on their joined hands to pull Matt along. “It’s not my fault you have no sense of direction. Some of us happen to enjoy knowing where we’re going.”

Matt snorted, quickening his stride to pass Shiro and hip-checking him for good measure. “Where’s the adventure in that?” he asked. “Now let me lead before you break your nose on one of these walls.”

“Like you’d let me run into anything.”

“If you keep ruining my surprises I might,” Matt warned. Shiro only laughed.

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Beauty and the Beast, a father/son Star Wars version

Beauty and the Beast is my favourite fairy tale ever, and one of my favourite Disney movies. I often played with the idea of a sort of cross-over between Star Wars and Beauty and the Beast, but not necessary a romantic one. One of my favourite things about Star Wars is Luke and Vader’s relationship, so I thought, why not a BatB/Star Wars cross-over starring Luke as Beauty and Vader as the Beast? It’s not that difficult imagining Luke as Belle singing “I WANT ADVENTURES IN THE BIG WILD SOMEWHEEEERE” and “There must be more than this provincial life” while in Tatooine, and saving his father with the power of his love. However, this cross-over is mostly with the fairy tale version with some parts of the Disney version!

The story begins with an important leader of the Rebellion. Let’s take General Dodonna. Imagine him in his ship, coming back to the Secret Base of the Rebel Alliance after something important he has to attend to. He becomes lost on his way. Seeking shelter, he enters an odd looking palace in Mustafar (who knew this hellish planet was inhabited?) where he is confronted by Darth Vader himself. Much to his surprise, Vader tells him he will let him go, but only if an important personality from the Rebel Alliance, like Mon Mothma, Princess Leia or Luke Skywalker will come to take his place (Dodonna doesn’t notice how Vader seemed to insist on “Luke Skywalker”), and if he doesn’t obey, Vader will find him and kill him. Dodonna is upset but reluctantly accepts the condition. He leaves the planet to rejoin the Rebel Alliance where he shares his misadventures with the Rebels.

Han, Wedge and a group of Rebels who are close to Luke and Leia, say they’ll go to find and fight Vader, but Luke dissuades them, saying they will stand no chance against the Sith Lord. Luke accepts Vader’s deal and says he’ll willingly go to Vader’s Castle. Han, Leia and the Rebels try to dissuade him from leaving right into Vader’s claws, but Luke doesn’t have any of that, gently reproof them, and insist that he’ll go, in order to save the Alliance, and because Leia, Mon Mothma and others are too important for the Rebel Alliance, and they can afford to be without him. The Rebels disagree but nothing they can say or do will change Luke’s mind.

Luke goes to Mustafar, where he is received by Vader. Luke offers Vader to take him instead of Leia or Mon Mothma. Of course, Vader is only too happy to accept Luke’s deal (he had been hoping it would be Luke coming to him after all). Vader then informs Luke while he won’t be allowed to leave, he is now as much the master of the Castle than Vader. Luke is surprised to see Vader is giving him new clothes, quality food the Alliance couldn’t afford to have, and carries on lengthy conversations with him. 

Every night, Vader is keeping Luke company while he eats and every night, Vader asks him to join him, only to be refused each time. Vader sulks over Luke’s rejection. The cohabitation isn’t an easy one. Vader keeps offering Luke the Galaxy and himself as his teacher, but Luke won’t have any of that and continue to proclaim his loyalty to the Light Side of the Force, his friends and the Rebel Alliance. Sometimes, it leads to clashes between Luke and Vader, with Luke being defiant and stubborn (and proving to have inherited of his father’s sass) and Vader proclaiming he would have him in the end, no matter how much he will resist him. Only, one day, Vader’s anger inadvertently chased Luke by frightening him. Luke gets injured in the process, almost getting hurt because of the lava. He is surprised to see Vader ready to nurse his wounds, and not torture him from attempting to escape. Little does he know Vader was so afraid Luke would end up being hurt by the same lava who made him what he is now, more a machine than a man.

Eventually, they begin to bond. Vader delights Luke by telling him stories about his mother, Padmé, and harmless stories of his past (nothing about the Jedi, mostly about the planets he saw and visited, and the fights he had been in) while Luke offers Vader stories about his childhood and teenagers years, and tells him about his dream to travel across the Galaxy, to see the stars and visit every planet of the Galaxy.

For several months, Luke lives a life of almost luxury (Vader was never a man of luxury, due to his old life as a slave and as a Jedi) and comfort at the Castle, even ending up enjoying Vader’s company, when he’s not trying to persuade him to join him and the Dark Side. Eventually, Luke becomes “home sick”, missing Han, Leia and his friends from the Alliance more than ever, and he begs Vader to allow him to go and see them. Vader first refuse, not willing to see his son out of his grasp, afraid he will never have him again. Eventually, after days of persuasion, Vader reluctantly allows Luke to go and see his friends, on the condition Luke will returns exactly a week later. Luke agrees to this and sets off for the Alliance secret hideout with an enchanted mirror. The mirror allows Luke to see what is going on back at Vader’s Castle.

Luke returns to the Rebel Alliance, where he is received with a huge surprise (almost everyone expected him to be dead) but warmly, mostly from Leia, Han, Wedge, Chewbacca  and the droids. They are however surprised to see him well fed and well dressed, and in perfect health. They thought Vader would torture and starve him. Some jealous Rebels are unhappy to see Luke is back, and livid to see Vader didn’t harm him. Upon hearing Luke must return to Vader on a certain day, they beg him to stay another day, which Han, Leia and others were already doing, but while they are doing that because they aren’t willing to see Luke leaving again, the jealous Rebels are doing this in the hope Vader will be angry with Luke for breaking his promise and kill him. Luke’s heart is moved by his friends’s show of love, and he agrees to stay.

Other Rebels, who are loyal to Luke, don’t want him to go back to Vader. One of them hears Luke talking to his friends and slipping Vader’s location. He manages to convince a troop of Rebels to go to Mustafar and fight Vader, to protect Luke and as revenge against the Empire, while other Rebels will keep Luke on the Rebel Base.

However, Luke begins to feel guilty about breaking his promise to Vader, and uses the mirror to see him back at the Castle. He is horrified to discover that Vader seems more depressed than ever, almost heartbroken. Luke immediately takes his ship, almost fighting the Rebels who wish to keep him on the Base and deaf to his friends’s pleas, and return to Mustafar. However, the Rebels arrived on the planet first and attempt to fight the Sith Lord. Vader, while fighting the Rebels, appears to be weaker than usual, as he is too depressed to truly fight back and kill the Rebel, believing Luke hates him and doesn’t want to return to him. He however perks up after feeling Luke’s Force presence coming closer to the Castle. 

Luke convinces the Rebels to let him handle Vader and goes after him. When they’re alone, Luke asks his father for forgiveness, telling him he always intended to return. When Vader asks why, Luke confesses his love for him and his wish to have his father back. Something then changes inside Vader. Anakin is not quite back yet. However, both Luke and Vader now know Anakin is still alive inside Vader.

The story ends with Luke promising his father to fight the Emperor by his side, when the time will come, but as a Rebel, as a Jedi and most importantly as Anakin’s son. Vader then decides to let Luke go back to the Rebel Alliance with the promise they’ll see each other again.

You’re free to imagine a scene where Vader and Luke dance together, if you want ~