This was a request but I changed it quite a lot. Sorry anon.
“Get out of my head!” You screamed, keeping your eyes open to focus on what you saw in front of you; Kylo, instead of the images in your head. The images that would drive you to insanity, just like he wanted.
Kylo took your face in your hands, “Let me in. I can help. I can stop him.”
You shook your head, not wanting him to get hurt.
“He trained me! I know how to stop him!” He yelled, getting desperate as he saw the tears fall from your eyes.
“(Y/n).” He said more gently, “Please.”
So you let him in and Kylo took the battle into his own head and left you in a dark unconsciousness. Master and apprentice like always.
When you woke you were in Kylo’s chambers, lying on his bed with the Knight himself beside you. It seemed that he’d fallen asleep waiting for you to wake but as soon as you sat up he raised his head, cupping your face in his hand.
“He didn’t kill you.” He whispered.
You nodded, “Did you defeat him? Snoke?”
Kylo dropped his gaze for a moment. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”
“Are you okay?”
“I will be.” He smiled slightly but you saw the heat behind his eyes. The anger that hadn’t faded. The anger directed at the one who had tried to break you and Kylo apart.
“You need to rest.” He said, pushing you gently back down against the bed.
He gripped your hand tightly. “I’ll watch over you, you’ll be safe.”
Jesse McCree was having a bad day. His dirt-stained, blood-soaked body was being drug through the halls of a Japanese castle, world fading in and out through the dark haze of unconsciousness. The occasional paper door was slid open, and he could barely hear the clamor of servants. How had he gotten himself into this mess? Oh, yeah.
The Shimada clan had interrupted a shipment between Deadlock and a rival gang, and Deadlock did not take a shine to that. Next thing he knew, he and the rest of the desert dwelling gang had been pulled halfway across the world to wage a war on the Yakuza clan. And they lost. Bad. Apparently it was traditional to take a prisoner, a “Prize of war.” as you would have it.
And, of fucking course, it was the cowboy.
They stopped, and McCree had just enough time to look up and see what was going on before he was thrown into the room, landing hard on his knees. Through a swollen eye and a bloody haze, he saw…
Saturday will come to you in a dream. One of those dreams where you are flying. But as soon as you realize you are flying, you will fall. You will fall into a long, shapely hallway which trails into shadow. The floor is oddly patterned, and upon closer inspection you will see it is moving. Follow the hallway and seek Saturday in the darkness of your unconscious.
But seriously, about Coran, that poor guy went through hell.
☆Didn’t go into the cyro-pods immediately and probably saw the beginning of Altea’s destruction
☆Since he wasn’t unconscious when going inside, I headcanon that he woke up a few times, in complete darkness, and then went unconscious again. He doesn’t remember it, but at the moment it was terrifying.
☆He had a family. He worked for the king, high enough in rank to be trusted in taking care of his daughter. A guy like that probably has (had) a love.
☆When it all settles in, a day after they woke up he realises that he outlived his child and spouse.
☆Allura and Coran have this sorta bond going on. I lost my dad and you lost your child, let’s comfort eachother.
☆ Coran probably slips up sometimes, calling one of the Palladins by the name of his child. He pretends it never happened.
☆When all the Palladins go home and greet their families, Coran wants to yell because he gets to see his- and then reality his. Hard.
This feverish sudden darkness that I have unconsciously adopted without the sound of my voice, inconceivably fast, confuses it goes nowhere, within that unconsciousness, with a shiver not this to me.
“I made a pause for taking a breath after this torrent of words, in fact, it was a darkness so sudden that you couldn’t see how it came neither feel how it happened. I think death must be something very similar. Sometimes I tell myself that, surely, there must be better way to occupy my last days than doing what I’ve always done.
The anguish accompanies us like a ghost a vast nothing, only visible to ourselves, struggles to keep our eyes fixed to it just to recognize it, but speaking frankly, this does not cause me great comfort.
And, by the way, it is an unnatural state that contradicts our way of being.
A splitting headache roused her from the blissful darkness brought on by unconsciousness, leaving the soldier quietly groaning in pain at the rhythmic poundings against the back of her eyes. She felt a rather… odd feeling within her gut, but Haggar chalked it up to being nothing in favour of peeling herself off the spot she had landed on following the miniscule (or so she hoped) explosion she and her fellow scientist had managed to create with only a few choice chemicals and wayward magic.
The second she looked up and saw her own body laying still a few ways away, however, she froze after a suspicious noise reminiscent of a click left her throat.
Some fights were just too hard for her to win, some opponents were too strong for one genetically-modified Eevee. At least this particular opponent was kind enough to leave her in a fainted state, but not kind enough to move her to some kind of shelter. The Eevee was simply lying out cold in the middle of the forest floor among the leaf litter.
Some of Laurent’s favourite days were spent, quite predictably to all who knew him, in the library.
As a child, it was a place where he gained knowledge, wisdom, and solace. It was a place where he was able to drop the barriers he put up for the world and be able to indulge in stories and myths. It was a place where he could escape the lies and the monster that lurked in the shadows.
Fuck whoever says brown/light skinned girls are better than you, fuck whoever says you can’t pull off that red lipstick, fuck whoever says you can’t pull off a certain dress because the color ‘doesn’t match your skin color’. Don’t wish to have a lighter skin tone, don’t wish to be different, don’t wish be someone else you’re not.
Also fuck the fact that society, consciously and unconsciously, brings dark skinned girls down by, for example, you being hardly able to find foundation for dark skinned girls or see magazines photoshopping a dark skinned celebrity trying to make her skin look lighter.
You’re all really beautiful, okay? Never think otherwise and if you do, let go of those bad thoughts, those wrong ideas and work your skin color because you’re flawless baby.