helmet free

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Here’s to the new me. The old me. The you-don’t-even-know-me. To the me that died twice before I met you: third time’s the charm. Been chewed up and spit out more than I’ve ever seen a sunrise, and I’ve only ever liked sunrises when I’m with you. I’ll become something you’ve never seen before, nothing borrowed, nothing blue. Set my head aflame, built a home out of the ashes, let the wind blow it away into the sun. The breeze sings, lo que está muerto no puede morir. And when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

I don’t know that kid anymore, and maybe I never knew him at all.

13 Reasons Why Drinking Game. Take a shot every time...

- an adult says, “watch the language”
- Clay dodges/gets out of a grounding
- Tony dodges Clay’s questions
- Mr. Porter is being unhelpful
- Justin threatens to kick Clay’s ass
- Clay’s mom gets overbearing
- Jessica and Justin have a fight
- everyone tells Tyler to shut up/go away
- everyone plots to stop Clay from telling anyone about the tapes
- Hannah calls Clay “helmet”

Feel free to add on 😂

WoW art panel Q and A

heritage armor: nothing planned for similar for old races. AKA no racial armor

No unique animations planned for char models, just NPCs

Zandalari attire: Lots of gold. Discussions on how to make unique; more regal. What colors, motives etc. Dinosaur leather.

Why didn’t warlocks get updated animations? Time and effort.

Hunter quivers: admittedly jumped the gun. Now discussing it internally.

Allied races - will they get more unique armor other than heritage? No.

Platekini: when do we get more? Very polarizing. Can’t really throw them in because potential issues. Perhaps in the future.

Hat/helmet without a free haircut? Incredibly huge undertaking; low chance of it happening. 

Will other horde races get straight back? Adding upright orcs

Goblins and worgens: Not planned for Battle of Azeroth 8.0. Will release after

New druid forms for highmountain / Zandalari? Yes.

new body types? Coming to character creation

No new green fire like stuff.

Will  changes to models applied retroactively such as in Westfall etc? Aka will we get HD things etc. for old zone and just zone updates - carefully working and choosing

Want old shadowform back? Nothing planned to bring it back yet. 

historians on staff to help art design? There is Azeroth historians. No employees specifically for world history. 

improvement to mount riding animations? Very challenging, trying to figure out how to improve.

Can we get cloth gear not robes? Have to see what they can do

Dye system in the future? complicated to go back and retrofit. Maybe someday

Chocobros + Nyx | Favorite Vehicles HC

Tagging @glaive-eve, @vashiane@drpepper280 for helping, especially with Ignis and Gladio 💕 

Noctis | Audi R8 Star of Lucis - Spyder Model

Was there ever any question as to what Noctis’ car would be? As much as he loves the Regalia, it’s not the same when the R8 boasts a V10 engine that can hit 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds with a top speed of 205mph, almost triple that of the Regalia.

The first time Noct picks you up in his convertible R8 Spyder you raise a skeptical brow at him. It’s impractical (only seats 2, no hard roof), it’s loud (man does that engine roar) and to top it off, it’s ostentatious (the sleek supercar sticks out like a sore thumb, even in downtown Insomnia). The car is the exact opposite of your Prince. 

But boy does he love this car. When you first get in, you’re hesitant, but the moment Noct grins wickedly at you –  an expression you rarely see – and revs the engine, something within you snaps. His cocksure smirk along with the hard vibrations of the V10 does something delicious to you; your thighs already squirming together in anticipation. 

Once you’re out of Insomnia and on open roads, the car comes to life, roaring across the plains. Noctis shifts through the gears seamlessly, the look of sheer concentration and wicked delight on his face is something you’d never forget. 

Top down, wind in your hair as you take in the beautiful scenery under the starlit sky, you begin to appreciate the Prince’s impractical choice in cars. But what you really love about the car, is this other side it brings out of Noct.

Usually quiet and reserved, the car seems to bring about his more untamed self. He’s more open with you, a little more talkative, a little more mischievous, something you used to only see when he interacts with his closest friends.

Right when you reach your destination, a lonely plateau in Duscae overlooking nothing but wilderness, Noct is on you. His hands, lips, body. Before you know it he’s pulled you roughly on to his lap. You’re straddling his hard length as he desperately tries to undo your jeans with an eagerness that sends a jolt of desire straight to your core.

There is a certain intoxicating exhilaration in riding the Prince of Lucis into a shuddering orgasm out in the open wilderness.

At the end of the night, you’re convinced you love the car almost as much as Noct does. The next time he picks you up, you’re properly dressed, flowy skirt sans undergarments. 

Prompto | tokyobike Classic Sport Bicycle

Prompto is all about animals and exercise, so you’re not surprised that his choice mode of transportation is by bicycle (Why pollute when you can exercise and help the environment in one fell swoop?). It’s quite minimalistic and really only seats one. When he arrives, brow damp with sweat, slightly out of breath and little bike bell going “ring-a-ding-ding,” you can’t help but think a) how adorable he looks pedaling up to you and b) how the hell were you and the picnic basket were going to fit?

“Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting,” he says as he proudly pulls out a single tulip for you (Where had he even been hiding that?!). You’re flattered, but what makes your heart flutter is the expression on his face as he hands it to you - open, earnest, and happy; happy to see your smile grow at his small gesture. 

After a few minutes of fidgeting, somehow Prompto manages to strap the basket on to the back of his bicycle and somehow you manage to sit sideways along the bar in front of him. It’s not comfortable by any means, but being trapped between Prompto’s arms, his breath hot against your ear, as he pedals to your destination more than makes up for the slight discomfort. 

So off you both go, on a wobbly start. The journey takes a little longer than usual and you feel a little guilty that Prompto’s carrying all the weight, but he wont switch with you, no matter how much you insist. “It’s good exercise!” he chirps cheerily as he continues to pedal. 

By the time you arrive at the park, Prompto’s drenched in sweat, but you don’t care. You’re flustered and a little impatient from having his hot breath against your neck the whole ride. You pull him by the collar for a kiss. Surprised, he sputters a “W-wow,” face tinged with a pretty blush as he leans in for another.

The picnic lies forgotten. You need him, now. A little sweat never bothered you anyways. 

Gladiolus | Mercedes-Benz G65 SUV

When Gladiolus pulls up next to you in his tank of a car, you almost burst out laughing because, of course he’d drive a Mercedes G65. Between the car and his smug, “Hop in, baby girl,” you’re not sure if you want to hide or melt. Fifteen minutes into the ride, you realize that the former was probably the better choice.

As you grip onto the door for your dear life, the only thought that runs through your head is “Gladio drives like a freaking maniac!” When he had asked you to go on an “adventure” this was not what you had in mind. Traffic signals? Who needs them. Roads? Those are for the weak. Animals and/or pedestrians? Road kill. Seriously though, as much as you love this man, there’s no way in hell he’s driving you anywhere ever again.

Unsurprisingly, you arrive at your destination deep in the Nebulawood in record time (“The roads are too out of the way, it’s faster if we just cut through.”) Gladio feels a little guilty at how pallid your skin appears so he lets you rest in the car as he sets up camp. When you’ve recovered enough to join him, you’re surprised to find Gladio dozing off in a folding chair, his book hanging dangerously off his lap. Good, you think, because he’s not getting any sleep tonight.

You attempt to wake him with a surprise, but his amber eyes open before you could get started and the next thing you know he has you pinned against the tree with your hands restrained above you. Smirking, he says, “I was in a rush to get us here so we’d have a little extra time together for the nice dinner I planned out…and maybe something more. But if you want to skip ahead, I’m more than happy to indulge you.”

As he hooks your legs around his waist, grinding his length into your core, all you could think was, Screw dinner, I’m having you tonight.

Ignis | He’s blind, he doesn’t drive Volvo S90 Sedan

If ever asked, perfect is the one word you’d use to describe Ignis. Perfectly coiffed hair, perfectly pressed shirt, perfectly refined eloquence, perfectly perfect. His car, of course, while understated and much more practical compared to that of his friends, is also perfectly Ignis.

Without the need for speed or off-roading, the Volvo S90 is indeed the perfect car for Ignis. It’s understated and classy with its beige leather and pine wood accent, equipped with state-of-the-art touchscreen technology, loaded with more options than you would ever need, but essential  for the adviser to the Prince.

When you get in the car, classical music from the Insomnia Philharmonic is already gently playing from its superb speakers. Ignis hums quietly along, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the piece. Between that and Ignis’ smooth driving you’re quickly lulled into a peaceful slumber.

Upon arrival at Cape Caem, Ignis wakes you with a gentle, “Kitten, we’ve arrived,” holding out his hand to help you from the vehicle as he wraps a cashmere throw around your shoulders to keep you warm.

Once you’ve made your way down to the beach, you spend the next few minutes watching the sunset with his arms wrapped around you. It is so perfect you feel like you could die…if not for your grumbling stomach. You tense at the sound it makes, hoping Ignis doesn’t notice, but relax as Ignis snaps his fingers and mumbles, “I knew I forgot something.”

A decidedly unlady-like snort escapes you as you turn around to kiss him. Ignis wasn’t perfect all the time, but he was perfect for you.

Nyx | BMW R nine T Pure Motorcycle 

You almost kick Nyx off his ride the first time he “picks you up” because that’s exactly what he tries to do – holler at you as if you were a two-bit whore. He stops his bike (albeit impressively) one foot away from you and whistles loudly, catcalling as if you were a piece of meat. With his face obscured by his helmet, you almost knock the offending asshole onto the ground until you notice that his leather jacket is suspiciously familiar and that those boots were definitely Kingsglaive issued.

As Nyx removes his helmet, shaking his braids free and running his hand through his hair, you are torn between throttling him and taking him now. If you thought you had it bad before, boy are you in for a rude awakening. He’s clad in all black: cotton V-neck shirt underneath worn leather jacket, leather gloves over calloused hands and, the best part, tight jeans that show off the thickness of his thighs…among other things. 

"Get on,” he orders as he throws you a helmet. You let him boss you around, just this once (Who are you kidding? You secretly love it when he’s demanding), because you’re just as impatient as him to have your arms around him. Once you’re on and situated, he doesn’t wait to take off, swerving in and out of traffic fifty above the speed limit. Your only option is to hold on to him for your dear life, and when he chuckles at the tightening of your embrace as he speeds all the faster, you know this asshole planned this all along.

But you can’t complain, not really. It’s an easy excuse to enjoy the burning heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest, and the sweet intoxicating musk of his scent – fire, sweat, and cedar mixed into something uniquely Nyx.

Once you’re past city limits and feeling brave enough, you throw your arms up in the air, exalting in the feeling of freedom and adrenaline as Nyx carries you off into the dusk. Being the cheeky bastard that he is, Nyx suddenly brakes causing you to let out a scream as your chest slams against his back and your hands slam down in panic, grasping the closest thing in reach. He laughs so loudly, you can feel the rumble of his chest against yours, as he says, “If you’re that eager, I have no problem making you scream again, right here, right now.”

Your first thought is, “WHAT?” and your second is, “Oh. Oh…” when you realize you’re grasping the junctures of his thighs, fingers brushing the inner parts (where he’s most sensitive) and the growing bulge of his erection. You grow silent as you hotly blush, unsure of how to respond because wow, this is moving all too fast for you.

Nyx chuckles, for the second time today, at your expense and says teasingly, “Don’t worry. I don’t put out on the first date.”

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50lbs and 4in - Sidney Crosby

Requested by anon: Hi! Can you write a one shot where you are a female hockey player and you meet for the first time and team up with Sidney Crosby in a photoshoot for a charity calendar? Thanks :) Pd: Sorry for my poor english

A/N: Hey! This was such a cute idea, I loved it. It is a little short, I want to apologize for that, but I hope you enjoy it. Your English is great, btw.

Word Count: 959

Warnings: Not really, maybe a slight hockey violence, but it is cute.

Originally posted by so-hockey-eh

The metallic sound of a puck hitting the crossbar is the sound that I hate the most, it means that you were close, but it wasn’t good enough. I sighed and turn around, looking at how everyone is working on setting the big studio lights and backgrounds for the photoshoot. I wasn’t a big fan of pictures, but this time it is for a good cause, so I’ll just suck it up and do it.

When Bob Martin had called me to ask if I would pose for a charity calendar I didn’t even hesitate to say yes, but when he told me that Sidney Crosby and I went into full fangirl mode until yesterday, when the anxiousness kicked in. I have played for the Buffalo Beauts for two years now and I have never been so nervous to meet anyone.

“Sidney should be here shortly” Bob tells me, stepping on the slippery surface and struggling to get to the carpet set on the middle of the ice for the crew.

“Alright” I mutter, skating on circles and moving pucks around.

Bob starts snapping some pictures, checking on the lighting and white balance and all photography things I don’t understand when I hear the sound of blades on the ice. I look up and see Sidney Crosby in his Pittsburgh Penguins uniform and carrying a helmet on his free hand. My helmet.

“Hello everyone” he greets the crew, shaking everyone’s hand and taking the time to ask for names and thank them for taking the time to help.

I look at my feet, moving them forward and backwards without moving from my spot on the ice before Sidney turns around and skates towards me.

“(y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you” he stretches his arm and take off my glove to shake his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, Sidney” I say, trying to hold the fangirl inside from embarrassing myself too much.

“I’m gonna sound like a crazy fan, but the goal you scored against the Riveters. That goal should be in the top 3 of this season’s best hockey goals” he says and my face heats up “but don’t tell Phil that I’ve said that or he will kill me”

“You watch the NWHL?” I ask in disbelief. We have been trying to get recognition for years and having NHL players watch our games would be a great start to make hockey a sport for both women and men equally.

“It started as a guys’ night with Phil and Geno, but the whole team is addicted by now” he tells me and I look at him, clearly surprised “we all root for the Riveters, for obvious reasons”

“I’ll tell Amanda that you have said that the next time I see her” I say and he nods.

“Okay guys, let’s get this done” Bob yells at us and we turn to look at him “We are gonna do a few shoots on the ice and then some in formal wear” he informs us.

We keep it professional at first, posing as Bob tells us and getting some good basic pictures of us on the ice, handling the puck or shooting at net… and then everything goes insane when Sidney decides that it would be a great idea to get a picture of me falling and hooks his stick on my skates, making me trip. And then it is just war, squirting each other with the water bottles, slapping each other with the sticks and me trying to check him against the boards and failing miserably.

“I’m sorry, honey. You are going to need to gain at least fifty pounds and grow four inches to have a chance of checking me” he chuckles.

Oh, he has awakened the beast. Don’t play those games with me, Crosby, I think while I start to skate around, gaining speed before charging against his body, making him fall on his side.

“I think that I have the cover of the calendar” Bob looks at us laughing and turns the screen he has set up so we can see the picture he has just taken.

“That is a badass picture” Sidney says, still lying on the ice and I agree with him.

The lighting of the picture gives it a dramatic effect; it actually looks like I’m hitting him as any male player would.

“Just don’t tell anyone that I needed to do a couple laps before having enough speed to make him fall” I propose and everyone burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright, we’ll keep that to ourselves” Bob promises and Sidney pouts a little before getting on his feet “now, you two go change while we move all of this to the improvised set”

We nod and skate out of the rink, each one of us walking to our locker room to get change. It takes a while for me to get ready, since I don’t only need to change my clothes but also put some makeup on and fix my hair up a little. The dress is a bottle green velvet wrap up dress with thin straps. It is slightly over the knee and paired with high heels makes my legs look longer than they really are. I walk out of the locker room and make my way to the set up Bob has improvised.

“Oh wow, someone cleans up nicely” Bob yells at me and I give him a shy smile.

“Thank you” I whisper, walking towards Sidney and standing by his side.

“You ok?” he asks, his voice low.

“I feel more comfortable wearing the pads, uniform and skates than a dress and high heels” I confess, slightly embarrassed.

“Well, for what it is worth, you look amazing wearing both”

Defenseless Pussycat - Klarion x Reader

Requested by obsessedpeppermint -  Klarion x Witch!Reader where it’s the battle between him and Doctor Fate and when Teekles attacked Reader interferes because-Dude you can’t attack a familiar!? That’s the lowest of low blows. Que Klarion frequently visiting Reader afterwards because “Teekle has become fond of reader”


You knelt down next to Kent Nelson’s dead body as Doctor Fate used Wally West to fight Klarion. The fight was spectacular. You were stunned by the beauty of their magic. It made you wish you were skilled enough to cast such powerful spells. Though, you were also worried for Wally’s safety as well. You didn’t know how you would explain to the team if he got killed. 

“You’re out of practice, Nabu. And that pathetic host body has zero affinity for the mystic arts,” Klarion taunted as he threw another magical blast at Doctor Fate. He kept glancing over in your direction to see if you were watching, which gave you the impression he was showing off. 

Klarion send a massive lightning strike down on Doctor Fate. Doctor Fate blocked it with a shield spell. “Ooh, rainbow power,” he giggled mockingly before sending a wink your way. Even though you weren’t supposed to, you blushed. 

Teekl meowed a warning. 

“I am paying attention, you stupid cat,” Klarion snapped before sending another blast at Doctor Fate. 

Teekl meowed irritably in response. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m winning,” Klarion argued as Doctor Fate was thrown back from the blast. You casted your own shield spell when Doctor Fate almost crashed into you. He bumped against the shield before flying up like nothing happened. 

“It is difficult for a lord of order or chaos to maintain a presence on the physical plane. I am bound to the helmet and use a human host,” Doctor Fate said plainly. “But that is not your way.” You narrowed your eyes, wondering what he was planning to do. Klarion simply raised an eyebrow. 

“You’re babbling, Nabu,” he sneered, readying to cast another attack. 

“Am I,” Doctor Fate replied smugly before throwing a magical blast towards Teekl, knocking her to the ground. Your mouth dropped open in shock as Klarion flickered in and out of this reality. 

“Teekl,” Klarion screamed, picking up the cat in his arms. “I can’t believe you would assault a defenseless pussycat.” Rage shook your body as you finally stood up and got between them as Doctor Fate sent another blast towards Teekl. You casted your shield just in time, protecting both Klarion and his familiar.

You send a little fireball at Doctor Fate’s chest as a warning. “Hey, you can’t attack someone’s familiar,” you shouted, readying another shield spell in case Doctor Fate attacked you. “That’s the lowest of low blows!” 

“Get out of the way, child,” Doctor Fate ordered, casting a spell to drag you out of the way. 

“No, you don’t,” you screamed, throwing another fireball at him to ruin his concentration. “I thought a lord of order was supposed to have more class. You disappoint me, Doctor Fate.” You turned to Klarion and Teekl, who were both staring at you in astonishment. “Go now before Doctor Cheater tries again.”

Teekl meowed gratefully while Klarion tilted his head at you. You could see curiosity in his eyes. Doctor Fate blasted you with another spell, knocking you back a little even though you had your shield up in time. Klarion nodded to you before he created a portal. 

“This isn’t over, Nabu,” Klarion warned before jumping through the portal as Doctor Fate threw another magical blast at your shield. Your shield dissolved, leaving you unprotected. However, Doctor Fate stopped his attacks once Klarion was gone. He just floated there, staring at you with Wally’s empty eyes. Gulping, you waited to see what would happen. 

Slowly, Doctor Fate floated down to the ground and took off his helmet, freeing Wally from his control. You smiled in relief until you saw the displeasure on Wally’s face. Biting your lip, you realized you were going to have a lot of explaining to do.


You were lying on your bed at the cave, contemplating your options. The team had been very upset that you interfered with Doctor Fate’s battle with Klarion, saying it was a betrayal of their trust. You tried to explain how there were rules, and Doctor Fate had broken them. However, they didn’t understand. 

Sighing, you rolled over in your bed to bury your face into your pillow. You secretly were hoping Zatara would show up to explain the laws of magical combat to them. Having the whole team mad at you was not a fun experience. 

“So this is where the Justice Babies are hiding,” a recognizable voice sounded from behind you. “Predictable.” You jumped from your bed to see Klarion standing in your bedroom with Teekl sleeping in his arms. 

“How did you get in here,” you asked harshly. You didn’t mean it, but you were worried the team would catch him here. Though, you were secretly glad to see him again. 

“Please, your magic trail was easy to follow. I suggest you work on that,” Klarion explained, shaking his head as if it was obvious. You blushed with embarrassment as he sat down on the corner of your bed. 

Slowly, you sat down beside him with caution. Teekl immediately left his arms to curl up into your lap. She purred as you started to pet her. “So, why are you here?”

It was Klarion’s turn to blush, looking away from you. “Teekl wanted to thank you for saving her life,” he mumbled. Teekl meowed knowingly. “Shut up, you stupid cat.”

“Oh,” you said, looking down at Teekl with the knowledge that Klarion was actually the one who wanted to thank you. “Well, you’re welcome, Teekl.” Teekl meowed sweetly at you in response. 

Klarion and you began to talk about spells, which in turn led to both of you going to an alternate dimension to practice. Later, he dropped you back into your bedroom at the cave, and you expected he would never visit you again. 

However, everyday at eleven o’clock, Klarion would appear in your bedroom to visit. When you confronted him about it, he claimed Teekl had become fond of you. Of course, you knew the real reason behind his visits, but you didn’t say a word. 

Cast Bronze Boar Figures, The British Museum, August 2017. These were found in Hounslow, Middlesex and date from 150 to 50 BCE. They were found together and may be the crests from sheet bronze helmets, rather than free standing figurines. Stylistically they are the earliest animal figurines found in Britain.

And While We Live (Chapter 5)

Previously

NUMBERS AND NAMES

In 2017, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp was actually Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Lambert. A simple adding of a name was the consequence of the rebirth of a woman. The father’s name on the birth certificate was one of an hypothetical son of her uncle, simply to add a few more branches to the tree and confuse possible lurkers, complicating matters enough as to discourage whoever wanted to handle Claire’s family tree, even the plain clerk officers or academic secretaries. 21st century Claire was simply named after a courageous niece/cousin of her “grandfather”, dead in action during WW2.

The day Claire met Jamie was the date of the opening of the fourth letter Uncle Lambert had left her. Since the third one, she had been doing better in enduring the three month interval she was supposed to keep in between them. But she knew Uncle Lambert would not really expect it of her unless she had a routine well settled and a calmer look on things. He knew his niece, he knew she’d adapt and thrive. 

But the piece of paper she held in her hand in that exact moment was one that held a phone number. James Fraser’s phone number. While she was in the bakery’s bathroom, the now recovered, helmet free, jacket free, very tall Jamie, wrote it down and put it in the front pocket of her book bag. She found it while looking for her pen, after managing to get to the uni building in time for the second class of that morning.

Claire smiled to herself and typed his number and name into her outdated phone. Still working my way through these. Carefully she put the small piece of paper back in her purse, safely inserted in her wallet. She had to stop herself from smelling that piece of paper. Since that morning she had a musky, nutty, leathery, strong scent following her around. She lingered on that olfactive memory, not really thinking too much into it, simply enjoying it in a state of calmness that the scent itself provided. He was suffocating her in the best of ways, but she was so clueless… She would still be for some time until denying was no longer an option. For now, the wish to have a new human soul to bond with was a good thing for Claire. One more step to normalcy.

The feelings for Frank were still there. She called them love, because it was the name she had learned to give to these emotions, that squeezed her heart at that moment. Surprisingly, not in a pleasant way. Not in the same way that the sensation of hugging a creamy leathered jacketed body created in her… She’d have another name for the Frank feelings in the near future, some kind of guilt mixed with respect.

When Claire got home that morning, she went to the letters box and picked up the next one in the cigar smelling pack. The three months were up, it was time to open letter number 4.

She opened it, she read it and she folded it back into its cream coloured envelope. It was all she needed to read at that time. However, her Uncle’s words left her emptiness hurting. Claire needed comfort, she felt alone but surprisingly not lonely, and she felt the need to share that with someone. At first, she tried to pick up the novel she was reading but she didn’t pass the first paragraph. Five minutes after trying to organize her notes for the day’s classes, she picked up her phone and slowly typed a text message.

So there was this Steve/Loki AU photoset that I saw and then I wrote a thing.


This was not how Steve envisioned visiting another planet.

Not that he ever spent a lot of time thinking about what other planets would be like, but still Steve figured if he ever went out in space, he’d be busy with the wonder of exploring something strange and new. Strange and new as in taking a completely alien world, not strange and new as in fighting aliens on an alien world.  

Just another day, Steve thought without humour.

Asgard was awe inspiring, even while being overrun by creatures intent on destroying it. Steve hoped when this was over, he’d have a little time to take in some of the sights.

If he lived that long.

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Sparring

Day 5 of @freezerburn-week and I’m back at it with another AU thingy. Anyway the prompt ‘sparring’ made me think of this. It’s a Medieval AU sort of?

Warnings: Violence but nothing too severe.

Pairing: Freezerburn

720 words.

The beast beneath her breathed out clouds in the cold air. Weiss patted the horse’s flank to ease it into a sense of familiarity as she looked up, and through the eye holes in her helmet, at their opponents.

The rider opposite was tall and clearly more muscular than her, allowing them to hold a large lance that was undoubtedly heavier than Weiss’. Her technique was based on agility rather than brute force.

Weiss took in a deep breath and re-aligned her lance so she could aim to hit her opponent’s shoulder and weaken their arm strength.

Weiss tightened the grip on her shield and started her horse’s charge.

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Haven’t written a rescue in a while…

Understanding

Yes, Gordon understood, all that hurt, that agonising pain the man felt, yes he understood.

For over an hour Thunderbird Two had been hovering over the tormented and tortured trawler.  Standing off just far enough not to be hit by her antenna as she pitched, bow first, deeply into the 40 foot troughs and rose up to their peaks. Virgil hadn’t seen a storm like this of over a year.  But his attention wasn’t on the height of the towering waves or the speed of the wind.  No, it was on the two tiny heat signatures still clinging to the wheel house, his fear honing in on one of them.  His kid brother Gordon.

“Tell me you’ve got your helmet back on, Gordon!”  Scott interrupted his thoughts.  “Gordon!  Reply to me now!  Have you got your damned helmet back on!”

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Helmet Hair

Just a short something inspired by btweencande’s art. <– Here And my need for a break agh.

More under the cut. A reunion fic based on the Shiro Clone theory as well.


I just wanna say,” Lance starts, already making Keith frown. “We are blessed on this holy day for not letting helmet hair be a thing.”

Keith had to stop himself from groaning when he turns a corner, keeping to the wall with the black Bayard in his hand. It hadn’t been easy adjusting to the switches in armor and weapons but they managed to pull through (Keith had to lose Shiro a third time before he finally shed the red paladin armor and stepped into the black one). But they were on a stealth mission, scouting out the area for the hooded people Pidge said had taken her brother.

It was a high energy mission and Lance responded accordingly to help Pidge keep her emotions in check.

“Focus guys, we’re running close.” Keith stopped in an alleyway, eyes looking around the deserted streets for the building Pidge said the informant had given her. He had just pulled up the hologram into his visor when he heard Hunk and Allura whisper “Oh no.”

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