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another quick entry! this time for klanceweek prompt #2: sacrifice

still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!

day 1

This is the last thing Keith expected to happen when they landed on Gordania.

When they respond to a distress beacon, it’s usually to free people from Galran control. Occasionally, the aliens invite the team for a party or celebration, seizing any opportunity they can to boast their connections with the legendary Voltron. There have been, of course, times when the aliens try to deceive them.

But this is a whole new level of deceit.

Keith sighs and glances down at the thick coils of rope wrapped around his torso. His eyes flick up to the circle of aliens surrounding him, a race of towering people with beady black eyes and physical features similar to that of a frog. They smile at Keith, bearing rows of glimmering fangs. Currently, Keith is tied to the trunk of a tree. A tree, which is soon to be set on fire.

That’s right— Keith Kogane is about to become a human sacrifice.

“Your death will not be in vain,” the nearest alien urges. Gordanorns, that’s what they’re called. “The gods are pleased that we have chosen you.”

What does he even say to that? Keith tries to wriggle his wrists free of their restraints and winces at the pinching pain. “Are you sure the, uh, gods want someone like me?”

“Of course.” The Gordanorn holds a long stick. A tiny flame flickers at the end. “You should be honored.”

“Right, right,” Keith mutters. Another experimental tug and, nope, there’s no way he’s getting out of this. Keith is well and truly fucked.

Just as the Gordanorn lifts the “ritualistic flame,” a shout rings out over the murmurs of the crowd. “Stop!”

Surprisingly enough, the Gordanorn does as it’s told. It halts and adjusts its hold, brandishing the stick like a weapon. Inky black eyes scan the area in search of the speaker. “Who dares to interrupt this ritual? Show yourself!”

From his place on the platform, Keith can’t quite make out the identity of his rescuer. They gradually push their way to the front of the group and— seriously? There’s no mistaking the familiar suit, accented with blue plates. Even Lance’s gait is distinct enough to recognize.

“I refuse to let you sacrifice my—” Indecision flickers across Lance’s features. Keith can decipher it even from this distance. Lance sets his hands on his hips, lifting his chin. “My husband!”

Keith wonders, for a second, if the Gordanorn already lit the fire and he’s dead.

“This man is simply a fellow paladin.” The alien assumes its full height, leering down at Lance. “I will not be tricked.”

Keith tenses, unintentionally straining against the ropes. He won’t make it out of this alive. But Lance isn’t panicking and carries on as if he hasn’t just been called out.

“Oh no, we’re married alright.” Lance cups his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. “Isn’t that right, babe?”

Warmth floods Keith’s face. When he escapes from here, he’s totally kicking Lance’s ass. Regardless of whether he saved him.

“Uh, yeah,” Keith answers awkwardly. “I knew my… husband would come for me.”

“Oh, I’ll come for y—”

“Why don’t you tell these nice Gordanorns why they can’t burn me at the stake,” Keith interjects through gritted teeth. “Babe.”

“I was getting to that.” Lance walks over to the platform Keith is on and hoists himself up. His long legs and arms make the task look effortless. He sidles up next to the alien holding Keith’s life in its webbed hands. “You see… if you kill him, we won’t be able to form Voltron anymore.”

The Gordanorn blinks. “And?”

Dammit, Lance.

“Oh. Well, alright. That’s not the only reason,” Lance continues, undeterred. “He’s also part-Galran.”

Gasps and outraged mutterings fill the air. The Gordanorn on the platform snarls at Keith like a rabid dog. They lift the stick, flame inches away from Keith’s face, and he squeezes his eyes shut. This isn’t exactly how he planned to die, but oh well.

Keith waits for the crippling pain of being stabbed but— it never comes.

Cautiously, Keith opens his eyes. He’s met with a tousled head of chocolate brown hair. Lance is furiously slicing through the rope with what appears to be a rock, sharpened to a dangerous point. A few seconds of frantic cutting and the rope falls. Keith immediately works his way free and allows Lance to tug him off the stage.

As Keith scans the crowd, he notes the unconscious Gordanorn on the ground in front of the platform. The others stand around their fallen warrior, flailing and panicking amongst themselves. Meanwhile, Keith and Lance dive into the cover of the forest. They jump over roots and silently navigate through the trees. Lance takes the time to say, “I know, I know, we’ll talk about it when we get to Blue,” and leaves it at that.

Thankfully, the blue lion isn’t far from the village. The moment they step into the clearing, Blue crouches down, lowering their jaw to let the two crawl inside. Lance, for some reason, has yet to let go of Keith’s hand. He doesn’t until he climbs into the pilot’s seat.

Lance quickly takes control and helps Blue swerve through the branches overhead. Once they reach the treetops and effectively put enough space between themselves and the Gordanorns, Lance heaves a loud sigh of relief.

“Good riddance,” he mumbles and glances over his shoulder, shooting Keith a wobbly grin. “Sorry about the husband thing.”

“It’s alright.” Then, realization strikes Keith. “Wait, what did forming Voltron or being half-Galran have to do with us being married?”

“Well, you know, I was hoping they had at least some semblance of a heart. But that didn’t work so I had to go with the other excuses. The marriage was a failsafe, you know?”

Lance rambles away, and Keith edges closer, shaking his head. “Still not seeing a connection.”

“Just… ugh! I reacted, okay, I have no other— oh.” Lance freezes. He lifts a shaky hand to his cheek. The place Keith had just gently pressed a kiss to. “Keith…?”

“Thanks for saving me, husband.” Keith pats him on the shoulder, laughing at the way Lance startles at the touch. “I guess I can forgive you this one time.”

Never one to be outdone, Lance snorts and turns to Keith. “Whatever you say,” he answers cheekily, punctuating the sentence with an exaggerated wink, “babe.”

Oh, I’m definitely kicking his ass once we get back to the ship.


Requested by mysteriousbisch

“Hey, Remy, guess what!” you said, unable to contain your excitement.

“What?” Remy asked.

You proudly presented your pregnancy test that had a positive reading. “I’m pregnant!”

Remy was shocked. “I’m going to be a dad?”

You nodded. You and Remy hadn’t been planning on becoming parents, but both agreed that if a contraceptive failed, you’d just roll with it. The more you thought about it, though, the more you liked the idea of becoming a parent.

Remy pulled you to him and gave you a passionate kiss. After a moment, however, you pulled back. “And you’re going to tell my brother~” you said in a sing-song voice.

“No. Non. No way,” Remy said, shaking his head. “He’d gut me.”

You giggled. “Your face. There was actual fear,” you said. “I won’t let Wolvie kill you. But you’re still telling him.” You pat Remy’s cheek.

“Why do I have to be the one to tell him? He’s your brother,” Remy asked.

“Yeah? But it’s your fault. You bought the defective condom,” you pointed out.

Remy pouted a little. “Is there any way I can get out of this?”

“Nope!” you replied with a grin. You took Remy’s hand and pulled him to where you guessed Wolverine to be. Sure enough, he was sitting in the kitchen. “Hey, Logan! Remy has something to tell you.”

Logan raised his eyebrow. “What is it?” he prompted, looking at your boyfriend.

Remy gulped. “Uh, there’s no way to tactfully tell you this, but, uh, your sister and I are going to have a baby.”

There was a moment as Remy’s words processed in Logan’s mind. “You WHAT?” he asked.

You couldn’t stop smiling. “We had been careful, honest,” you explained. “But a condom broke, and I kinda wanted to be a mom anyways, so…”

“So looks like we’re now officially family,” Remy told Logan. “You being the uncle to my child and all.”

“You’re safe for now, Gumbo. But for your sake, don’t mess this up,” Logan stated darkly.

Dark Fate Ruki Ecstasy Prologue Translation

Dark Master Post     Maniac Master Post     Ecstasy Prologue     Ecstasy 01     Ecstasy 02     Ecstasy 03     Ecstasy 04     Ecstasy 05     Ecstasy 06     Ecstasy 07     Ecstasy 08     Ecstasy 09     Ecstasy 10     Ecstasy Epilogue     Heaven 03  

-Scene: A Bedroom In Merz’s Castle-

Shin: ――Nngh… …Mn, Nnn… …Haa… …

… …You’re as reluctant as ever. It’s bothersome if you struggle, but can’t you react a little?

Yui: … … … …

(… …How long has it been since I came here?)

(… …I don’t want to think about anything)

(Like whose fangs are piercing me, or whose hands are touching me)

(… …Any of it… …)

Shin: … …Tch!

*Shin Pushes Yui Away*

Shin: Whatever. We’re done for the day.

*Shin Leaves; Door Slams*

Yui: (… …I don’t have any regrets. I did this to help Ruki-kun and the others)

(… …But… …)

-Yui Closes Her Eyes; Fade to Black Screen-

Yui: (… …I want to see him)

(I want to see… …Ruki-kun… …)

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anonymous asked:

College AU with Yoosung and Saeran

Okay SO. I just… couldn’t figure out how to write an easy drabble with this because in order for Saeran to actually go to college I would have to change his entire childhood? So… here’s the result of starting down that route. It’s… like an introduction, a first chapter, if there’s interest in me continuing it…and it’s told in first person because I felt like it, okay? Anyway. It’s not edited, yet, I plan to do that in a bit on my phone so forgive any mistakes… Anyway, here we go…

The Star in the SKY

Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6

I first met my best friend and my boyfriend when I was 12 years old. Not that I knew it at the time, but there they both were, following my cousin Rika’s boyfriend into her house, matching sets of red hair and golden eyes staring at me. They were identical and I was in awe; I’d never seen twins in real life before that moment. The only physical feature that distinguished one from the other was the set of round glasses one wore, but their personalities were another matter. The one with glasses had a wide grin on his face and was nearly vibrating with excitement while his brother stood behind both him and V, watching me with an expression I didn’t understand at the time. I definitely did not hide behind her legs at the intrusion, and I certainly didn’t stutter when one of them spoke to me.

Let me back up a bit. My name is Yoosung Kim and I’m a 22-year-old college student at SKY University. My major is veterinary medicine, although I’ve lost a lot of my drive to complete my classes. In fact, the only reason I reliably come to school anymore is because of Seven driving to my house and dragging me there. I’m not sure why he’s so insistent since it’s not like he goes to many of his own, but every morning he’s at my place without fail. Well, he was, but recently his life has changed in a way that’s causing him to become even more reclusive than normal, which is not a good thing. I had hoped the days of me forcing him out of his apartment were long gone, but apparently not. He won’t even let me in to speak with him right now, something I find incredibly irritating since the only other way is to learn Arabic to get past the completely unnecessary lock he has on his door.

Honestly, what 23-year-old does that? Puts a password-coded lock in a different language on the door to their apartment on the 12th floor? My best friend, that’s who. Whatever.

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flower crowns and pastel boots- chapter seventeen

pastel punk au

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five,chapter six, chapter seven, chapter eight, chapter nine, chapter ten,chapter eleven, chapter twelve, chapter thirteen, chapter fourteen,chapter fifteen, chapter sixteen, chapter seventeen, chapter eighteen, chapter nineteenepilogue

they’re all sitting in a circle, trying to study, when simon’s voice breaks the silence.

“so… i’ve come up with a plan.”

baz sighs. he knows from experience that simon won’t give up until he’s explained everything and found out a way to make it happen.


“we can date each other!”

“we kind of are, simon,” says baz slowly. simon rolls his eyes.

“no, i mean we can pretend to be dating each other!”

“we’re literally dating each other,” says penny distractedly. he slumps dramatically.

no, you guys, i mean we can date each other.” he enunciates each syllable slowly. “like, me and agatha, and baz and penny.”

“that’s a terrible idea.”

“no it’s not! like, it’s just pretend. they think that we’re dating each other, but really we’re dating each other.”

agatha frowns, considering. “you’re saying it really badly, but it does have some merit.”

baz raises an eyebrow.

“you’ve forgotten that everyone knows i’m gay.”

“actually,” says agatha, “they think simon was calling you gay for years. they don’t know if you actually are.”

penny looks up from her work for the first time, looking sort of impressed. “that’s actually not a horrible idea.”

simon beams.

this was a terrible idea.

they’re all sat together at baz and penny’s regular table, and people keep staring over at them. it is unusual, baz supposes- simon and agatha are ‘the’ couple, and baz and penny are… not.

“baz,” hisses simon, “you don’t look couple-y enough. kiss penny on the cheek.”

no!” they both say at the same time, and simon laughs. he’s having way too much fun with this. it’s annoying.

baz glares, leans over, and plants his lips on penny’s cheek. it’s awkward, but simon’s smile slips off immediately. baz smirks. penny splutters.

“okay, i’m all for baz making simon upset-”


“-but maybe warn me next time.” she wipes off her cheek dramatically, and baz pouts.

“we are technically supposed to be dating.”

“hmm… i think i prefer agatha.”

agatha blushes prettily, and baz snorts. simon prods him gently after a moment.

“now you compliment me.”


“because i need to preen too.”

“you are so-” he stifles a giggle. “fine, snow. you’re quite handsome in certain lighting.”

“you’re acting like a couple again,” sing-songs agatha under her breath.

“we are a couple,” mutters simon, but they look away from each other all the same.



“what do we do if… they find out?”


“i don’t know, simon.” baz’s voice is heavy and low.

“hey, i didn’t mean- no, come on, we’d find a way to stick it out.”

“when did you become the one comforting me about this?”

simon goes quiet, then shifts over so he’s on his side.

“since i fell in love with you.”

“since you what?”

baz props himself up on one elbow to look at simon, but he’s got his face buried in his arms.

“wait, simon, since you what?”

“since i fell in love with you,” he repeats, voice muffled. baz stares at him, at the messily dyed curls and freckled neck and-

“you’re in love with me?” he whispers. simon hesitates, then nods.

“it’s- i can’t help it,” he says softly. “i can’t, baz, you- i’m sorry.”

“don’t be sorry.” baz’s voice is shaking. “i’m- i think i’m in love with you too.”

and then they’re kissing, softly, sweetly. simon’s thumb brushes over baz’s cheekbone, and slide through his hair, and they’re in love.

“you weren’t even remotely subtle.”

agatha sulks. “i was. a bit.”

“you weren’t!” penny brandishes her spoon at her. “you never need tutoring help. like, ever. and if you did, you’d just go home and study the material extra hard by yourself. i’ve known you since primary school, agatha.”

“no one else caught on,” she mutters, and penny snorts.

“well, yeah, probably because they’re idiots.”

agatha smiles. “probably.”  

they sit there, drinking their drinks. penny chatters, agatha listens. it’s comfortable.

“so, what do you think of simon and baz?”

agatha sighs, bites her lip. “i’m afraid he’s going to break his heart.”

“which one?”

she shrugs. “dunno. either one. they’re…”

“simon was horrible to him,” says penny firmly. “absolutely awful.”

agatha nods.

“do you think baz has forgiven him?”

penny sips her coffee, considering. “i don’t think completely. like, he still wears all black-”

agatha pulls a face. “i preferred his pastels, honestly. they looked much nicer.”

“he still looks fine,” says penny loyally, but then she sighs. “no, you’re right. i think he was happier in them too.”

“fucking simon,” says agatha, and penny agrees wholeheartedly.

“simon, get out of my closet.”

simon pokes his head out and winks at baz. “but i thought that was the point of this- i’m in the closet.”

“you’re an idiot,” says baz, “and i hate you.” but he’s laughing. “get out of my closet.”

“mmh… nope. by the way, this thing is enormous- and don’t make a joke about how it has to be because you’ve been living in there because i just used it and that’s cheating.”

“damn.” baz flops backwards into his pillow. “what are you even doing in there?”

there’s rustling, and the sound of a drawer opening. “oh my god, is this all hair dye?”

“get out of my closet, simon,” baz calls. “wait, no- your red is getting patchy, do you want to redo it?”

“yeah, sure. can i dye yours?”

“what color?”

“you have so many- can you just dye it white?”

“i suppose, if you want to absolutely destroy it.”

“no, then- pink? green? blue? no, i did blue- silver. purple!”

his hand emerges triumphant, clutching a tube of lilac. baz sighs.

“sure, whatever. get the red.” he considers simon, then looks down at his own dark hair. “and the bleach.”

simon emerges with several bottles and a light purple jumper folded over his arm. he looks down.

“you should wear this.”

“i’ll get dye all over it.”

“then wear it after. please? you look… nice. in light colors.” he pats out a wrinkle. “i’m sorry.”

“yeah, okay,” says baz softly, after a long pause. “i’ll wear it.”

simon looks up, gives him a half smile. “thank you.”

they stand there, just looking at each other, until baz clears his throat.

“right, let’s-”

“-go, yeah, sorry,” says simon, flustered, and leads the way out of baz’s room.

Out of My Head

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,398

Summary: Dean is a little insensitive toward your feelings and you try to make yourself forget. 

Warnings: Angst, language, self-medicating with alcohol, light smut.

A/N: @lipstickandwhiskey and I both went through writer’s block this week and traded prompts to help get through it. Mine was “The night was cold and you lacked a coat, but the fire and fury you had in equal measure.” Enjoy! (No, I am not taking requests at this time.)

Tags: At the bottom. Reminder that I only have an everything, Dean, or Sam tags lists and only tag followers (refer to this post for why.) 

Originally posted by poorbeautifuldean

Originally posted by bloglikeaman

The night was cold and you lacked a coat, but the fire and fury you had in equal measure. The coat you’d left back at the bar, too pissed to remember that it was the end of November and cold out after dark. The fire and fury you carried with you, fueling you to keep moving instead of giving up and going back to the warmth and safety of the bar.

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detectiveofmysteries  asked:

Good news: She's not knocking him out. Bad news: She's picking him up and dragging him back to the Mouri's for rest. Good luck escaping.

Try your best to put my muse to sleep before they pass out!

“But I’m solving the crime–!” 

What a cheap move, giving him back to Ran. Conan’s got to do what she says - both to avoid upsetting her and from pure instinct - so he’ll have to go to bed once he’s delivered home. Nope, there’s no way to get out of this one.

At least Sera is a capable enough person to leave the current case in the hands of, but Conan would still rather be staying awake and solving it himself! 

Liam (it might say Brett)

Liam ❤

“Stiles move!” You yelled trying to push Stiles your older brother out of the way of the door

“No” He said opening the door

“What the hell” You rolled your eyes

“Well hello to you too” the new kid said Liam is his name

“Y/N calm down” Stiles joked taking him upstairs to Scott. You sat back down on the couch. You always thought Liam was cute but he seemed a little douchie.

“Hey can I sit here?” Liam asked

“Sure” You said cocky.

After a while both of you started talking and got to know each other. You seemed to actually like him a notice he’s not a douche bag.

6 months later you guys are still dating ❤

“Stiles, move please” You said trying to get Stiles out of the way

“Nope!” He laughed opening the door

“Hey” You smiled

“Hey” Liam smiled back

“Hey” Stiles interrupted your moment

“Stiles get a life” you rolled your eyes taking Brett upstairs into your room

“What do you want to do?” You ask

“I don’t know babe, its up to you” He smiled

“Well I do need to help you work on that math right?” You ask, he deeply sighs and nods his head


“Well lets do that” You smile he nods and moves to the little desk you have in your room. You pull out your math book

“Okay so how to do 4(4+-5)+-6•7 is PEMDAS” You say he looks at you like you’re retared

“Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally, (P) 3^E 6•M 5/D 5+A S-5, order of operations”

“Oh okay” He smiled “So I would do 4+-5 first”

“Yes” you smiled he did the problem and got it right

“Good job” You smiled


He was on the last problem, he was getting the hang of it. He knew what he was doing he finished the last problem. Watching his face while he was doing the work made him look really hot and made you want him. You kissed him

“I’m proud of you” you said straddling him

“Oh yeah? What’s prize?” He smirked you smirked as well and kissed him rough

You kissed down to his neck. You un did his collar kissing further down his neck.

“Slow down” He smirked lifting you up carrying you to the bed he laid you down on the bed taking off your jeans and shirt. You un buttoned his shirt and slid it off his arms he was so built, you couldn’t help but bite your lip and stare at his toned body. He chucked and took off your bra and thong throwing them somewhere on the floor. He licked his lips before his head was in between your legs. His tongue licked your clit and entered you. He kept going back and forth from licking your clit to his tongue entering you. You bite your lips and slipped out a few soft but rough moans his head moved from side to side as he licked all around your clit. Your eyes shut tight feeling the pleasure over take your body. Your breathing soon became very ragged and short. He held down your legs from moving all over the place you still only let out a few more moans you didn’t like to moan alot but gee he was fucking good. He finally entered a finger in you, than another. He nibbled at your clit. His teeth lightly gazed it. You closed your eyes again but tighter you were so wet that his fingers were gazed in a glossy sticky substance. You kept biting your lip and letting out soft moans. Your body twitched then again and again as he entered fingers in you. You knew you were close and so did he, he pulled his fingers out and stopped what he was doing. He took off his pants and boxers. You got up off the bed dropping down to your knees you didn’t want to waist anytime you just wanted him right now. You bobbed your head up and down while your tongue swirled around his dick doing its own thing. You heard a few low grunts knowing you are doing something right you kept going but even faster taking a little more. He was almost at the back or your throat but not quite there. You finally took him all you shook your head then took him out to breath then did the same thing again and again and again until he was close like you. You laid back on the bed spreading your legs open. He slowly entered you thrusting into you. You felt pure pleasure when he lifted your legs up to his shoulders getting deeper inside you. You moaned out loud not caring about moaning now. You bit your lip and moved your hips getting more pleasure. He started moving faster and harder getting so deep in you causing to hit your G-spot making you feel more pleasure. You felt pleasure throughout your whole entire body. He was so good at this. You knew you were about to cum and so did he again. So he thrusted into you harder and deeper. His thrusts became sloppier and less pleasing but it was enough to make you and him cum. You came first moaning loud almost screaming and then he came with a big climax and he pretty much just groaned loudly. You laid there out of breath

“Let’s get dressed before Stiles comes in” You say getting on your clothes from before he did the same you threw your hair up in a messy bun. You walked downstairs

“What were you doing?” Stiles asked

“Homework” You say

“Why were you yelling?” He asked you blushed a little

“Yelling?” you questioned

“Yeah it sounded wrong”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Me and Liam were doing homework now we’re getting popcorn and going to watch netfliex” you say giving Stiles a weird look

“Okay” He says giving you a weird look back

anonymous asked:

Are you serious that gerita is trending on twitter? Or is that an edit?