He always has. Anything he can get his hands on. It always irked the other Galra warriors. The half breed could fight as well as them and still had time to have his nose in books. It drove them up the wall. One time someone even tried to ambush him and he didn’t even take his eyes off his book, defeating him with one hand. Their faces when he finally put the book (a romance) down? Priceless.
“What? Klisok and Thresna finally confessed and I wanted to know if they’d wed.”
So when he strikes his deal with Voltron, they are instantly suspicious that he seems to disappear a lot but there’s never any record of anyone leaving the Castle. Pidge sets the cameras on him and Allura is instantly alarmed.
“That’s the library! What’s he looking for there?!”
Coran is the one who exposes Lotor’s recreational side.
“Eh… do you rrally want to know?”
“Of course I want to know! What if he’s straling valuable information?”
“I doubt that’s the case. That’s the romance section.”
Lance instantly perks up.
“So Loki is a romantic?”
Lance waves them off.
“Same difference. Alien hybrid, daddy issues, temporary leadership, trust issues, smooth british accent, he’s a pretty nerd, etcetera…”
So Lance has Pidge give him the list of books Lotor reads and together they translate them. Nobody knew it but Lance also liked to read for fun. Sure, he was more of a sci-fi and fantasy guy but he could appreciate a good romance.
He starts to see a trend in Lotor’s choices. They’re not just love stories. They’re journeys of self-worth, redemption, home, acceptance… They’re stories about healing. There’s always an undercurrent of longing.
And a voice echoes in the library.
Lance jumps several feet in the air, his hand over his chest to calm his heart hammering in his chest.
“You! Don’t. Scare me like that!”
Lotor raises his hands plactatingly.
“I meant no harm. I was merely curious.”
Lance settles, fiddling with his fingers and looking at Lotor who’s still standing.
“Oh sit down, will you? You standing is making me nervous!”
Lotor huffs but obliges.
Lance decides to answer his question.
“Loki is a character from Marvel. He used to be a villain but he did a few heroic things so now he’s more of an antihero… more of a grey character. He’s got a lot of dimension. But before Marvel existed he was a figure in Norse mythology. A God. A trickster.”
“He was evil?”
“Not necessarily. He did bad things. But he also did good things. He did get shit on a lot though. Anyway, Loki the God inspired Loki the character. In the MCU, which is the Marvel Cinematic Universe, he’s a highly skilled individual who isn’t appreciated by his imperialistic society and who upon discovering his true heritage- he was allegedly abandoned by his birth father, an enemy king, and then taken to be raised as something he wasnt- and having the throne for a brief period in which his foolhardy brother was banished by his own machinations and his adopted father ill, is driven to madness. He kills his birth father, fights his adopted brother, and later falls to his presumed death.”
Lotor looks disturbed.
“He sounds tragic.”
“He is. But it gets better… or worse depending how you look at it. Loki didn’t die. He’s found by possibly the most dangerous being in the universe. It’s implied that he’s tortured and then sent to retrieve the tesseract, one of the many infinity gems that power this being, Thanos’ gauntlet and would allow him to control the universe- or destroy it.”
“Loki would willingly do that?” Lotor asks, looming increasingly uncomfortable.
“Well it looked like that. And Loki doesn’t shy away from violence. He stages an invasion on Earth. Something not quite his style. He loses. And he doesnt seem too upset about the fact toward the end. He’s taken back to Asgard where his adopted father sentences him to be imprisoned forever…”
Lance catches the brief, rueful smile on Lotor’s lips.
“Mhm. Only, dark elves threaten to destroy the universe, Loki’s adopted mother- the only person he truly believed loved him and never gave up on him is killed by their leader and his beast and Loki’s adopted brother needs his help to save the 9 realms and Thor’s love.”
Lotor crosses his arms.
“And Loki does help. Sacrificing himself to defeat the beast.”
“Is he missed?”
“By Thor? Yes.”
“What a miserable end…”
“It doesn’t end there. Loki is highly skilled in magic. He only pretended to die. He takes his adopted father’s place as king by disguising himself as Odin, the king. Later, the ruler of the underworld destroys Asgard and Loki and Thor must once more sort out their differences and work together.”
“And do they?”
Lance is quiet for a moment nefore answering.
“There’s always something to forgive between these two brothers. But the love is always there, even when it’s been poisoned by millenia worth of hurts and lies. Loki may not be the heart of gold hero. But he’s not a set in stone villain. He’s someone that just…is. He’s sharp and as a result he cuts. He’s smart. He loves hard and he hurts harder. He burns like fire, consuming everything around him. And he bites like ice. He changes like water. He’s got a ton of layers. Some thicker and less pleasant- extraordinarily less pleasant than others. Its the ones in between that are worth salvaging- that make him worth salvaging.”
Lotor glances at the pile of books Lance has stacked to his left.
“And this …. Loki… you liken me to him?”
Lance blushes, looking down.
“Um… in a way.”
“Well… like him you have a lot of layers and I figure something inside you has to be worth saving.”
“You think I need saving.”
“Everyone does at some point.”
“Fair enough. What else?”
“Well daddy issues and overall trust issues.”
Lotor only nods in acknowledgement and urges him on.
“He’s good at fighting but usually aims for diplomacy. He’s resourceful. He has a pleasant voice…”
And Lotor leans forward with interest so Lance keeps going.
When did Lotor get so close?
“Lance?” Lotor breaths, his face inches from Lance’s.
“I’m flattered, but…”
And Lance can already feel his stomach dropping.
He’s gone too far.
“Lance, I am no god. Even I can admit that. Besides…”
He gently lifts up Lance’s chin, pressing a chaste kiss to the paladins lips because for all his ferocity he’s only feeling so brave right now.
“Who could claim that when in the presence of perfection?”
I’m not 100% sure since I don’t follow his route, but isn’t it true that he prefers the heat? Well considering how often he gets laid of course he does lmao
But like I’ve been trying to go over screenshots of his dates and they often mention how his skin is so warm. I haven’t seen any similar scenes of Ezarel or Nevra of how their skin is so cold or their ears are so pointy or something. It’s a characteristic I’ve only seen for Valkyon.
I know we don’t know much about the Dragons. And again maybe it’s just because he’s always working in the forge or something. But if he really is a Dragon, then that could be why he’s so warm all the time!
can you write something where the reader is Jasper Hale’s mate and Mike Newton doesn’t seem to get that she’s not interested in him, and Jasper gets jealous and he gets him to leave her alone and then maybe it could end with some smutty goodness?
Context: Jasper isn’t too keen on knowing Mike Newton has the hots for you and decides to make it known that you are his to both Mike, and yourself.
Warnings: SMUT at the end of course
Jasper had wanted to keep your relationship private. He had
mentioned it being too dangerous and he didn’t want what happened with Bella
and Edward to happen to you two. However, it was annoying. Mike Newton was like
a leech since the day you moved there. He never left your side except for when
you parted ways for History class. That was where you met Jasper and fell in
love with his fascination for the past. That is until you learned the truth
about him and his family. You still loved him all the same.
“I don’t understand why we have to keep being private about
this.” You said under your breath knowing that he could hear it. You were
sitting as close as possible to him without touching. He gave you a side eye
before you felt his hand run up your leg, sending you shivers down your spine.
“You know exactly why. Don’t think I don’t want it to be
different but I really don’t want you to become another victim of the Cullen
clan.” He said as low as he could but loud enough for your human ears.
“Yeah, but you’re not a Cullen, you’re a Hale.” You pointed
out. He looked at you with a grin and squeezed your thigh. You knew that was a
cause for something naughty later.
The bell went off and you knew ten times out of ten that
Mike would be waiting at the door for you to get out.
“Hey so I was thinking..” Without fail, he was there waiting
for you and started blasting you with plans for the weekend knowing good and
well you would turn him down to “study for a test”, when you would actually be
By the time the day was over, you had for sure gone deaf.
Mike was just nothing but talkative that day and you had had enough.
“Mike, I think you’re a sweet guy but I really think you
should find someone else to harass. Not me.” You said facing him once and for
all. You could see Jasper standing off to the side with Emmett. Em had the
biggest grin on his face and you could tell Jasper was getting tense.
“Oh come one baby, I’m only trying to get to know you.” He
said reaching out to brush a strand of your hair away, except his hand didn’t
quite reach you.
“I think you’ve said and done enough.” Jasper had come to
your rescue after all. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead. “Please
stop harassing my girl or I will have to have my brothers handle it for me.” He
said pointing over his shoulder. You peeked behind you to see Em with his arms
crossing his shoulders looking mean as hell and Edward giving his “I’ll fuck
you up” look. Mike audibly gulped before turning on his heels and running down
“Oh so now you wanna be all public about our relationship.” You
Before you could turn to get his response, you were standing
in a closet on the other side of school that had already emptied after the
bell. Jasper had run you all the way there and was staring at you darkly.
“So he’s a sweet guy, huh?” Jasper said coming closer to
you, his hands finding your waist and squeezing.
“Baby, you know I don’t mean it. I was trying to let him
down easily.” You said, breathing deeply. He was so close to you now, his body
cold against your now flaming one.
“Well he won’t be coming after you anymore.” He said kissing
you, pushing your back up against the wall.
You groaned against his lips and felt the buttons on your
blouse pop open one by one before you felt his cold fingers trace down to your waist,
unbuttoning your jeans. A gasp escaped your lips as he quickly did away with
your clothes, flipping you around so that you were facing the wall.
He entered you with need, not taking a second to allow you
to adjust to him, wanting you more now than he ever did. His cool body against
your hot one was like fire and ice. He growled in your ear thrusting into you
as deep as he could possibly go.
“You are mine.” He said through clenched teeth. Your whole
body shivered at his words, knowing that it was indeed true. You were his and
that was never going to change. For as long as you roamed the earth.
You felt him move faster as his high was coming and you knew
yours was just around the corner. Screaming out his name, you came, digging
your nails into whatever it was you were holding on to.
He finished inside of you before pulling out and cleaning
you up. Good thing you were in a cleaning closet. He dressed you quickly but
gently before pulling your now weak body against his for support as you both
The next day, Mike stayed as far from you as possible, and
everyone and their mother was staring at you as you walked down the hallway
hand in hand with the love of your life.
A/N: Sorry that it took so freaking long to get this up. I literally had to write this at work in my downtime. I hope this is what you were looking for. :)