i hate this show with the fire of a thousand suns

  • A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.
  • B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.
  • C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.
  • D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.
  • E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?
  • F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?
  • G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?
  • H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?
  • I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?
  • J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)
  • K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?
  • L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)
  • M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.
  • N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).
  • O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?
  • P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).
  • Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.
  • R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?
  • S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)
  • T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 
  • U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.
  • V - Which character do you relate to most?
  • W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.
  • X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.
  • Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?
  • Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)
Klance Recs #2

A Kiss is a Kiss (But it’s never like this) by GibbousLunation (PG, 25k)
Summary: “How does this keep happening to us, every time.” Lance grumbled.

“You’d think they’d stop sending us on away missions,” he agreed. Honestly, between the poisonous plants of their last planet, and Lance’s tendency to always end up on the business end of every blaster or pointy ended stick, Allura was just being inefficient at this point.

Or, five times Keith kissed Lance but the situation was less than ideal, and one time Lance finally kissed him back. [5+1 Times]

supermassive black hole by epiproctan (NC-17, 7k)
Summary: Keith has always known that he wasn’t going to get what he truly wants out of the arrangement, but he also hadn’t ever imagined that it would just…end.

aka that classic fic where lance wants to stop hooking up but keith wants something else entirely [Friends with Benefits, Mutual Pining]

you never stood a chance by kagshina (PG, 12k)
Summary: lance to hunk ♡
>i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent
>keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said

(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there’s lots of shirtless selfies) [College AU/Snapchat]

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny (PG, 46.6k, WIP)
Summary: One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)] [Soulmates and Soulmate Marks, WIP]

Save a Horse (But Also Spare the Cowboy) by Mytay (PG, 0.8k)
Summary: “Keith, did you just break out your Texas for me? Did you just make a space cowboy pun for me?”

“No. Also, the fact that bad jokes turn you on explains so much.”
[Space Cowboys]

Seven Minutes by LanceMcLame (PG, 2.2k)
Summary: Pidge never should have mentioned sleepovers to Allura.

That was the only thought in Lance’s mind right now, as he tried to make himself comfortable on the awkward nest of blankets, pillows, and sleeping bags. This was all Pidge’s fault. They’d offhandedly mentioned something about having a sleepover party once with their friends, and Allura had immediately picked up on the idea, insisting that it’d be “an excellent team-building opportunity”. And that was how the five Paladins of Voltron and the two Alteans had ended up building a sort of fort in the bridge of the Castle of Lions, and playing the most heinous game known to mankind.

Truth or Dare. [Team Bonding]

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia (PG, 22.4k)
Summary: “This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”

Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”

Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance–from the future, that is–would like to have their daughter back.”

or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home. [Time Travel, Kid Fic]

dynamic by kagshina (PG, 13.5k, WIP)
Summary: “So, uh,” Keith starts, and Lance notices the way he shifts, like he’s not quite sure how to say what he wants to say. “How are we gonna…do this?”

Before answering the question, Lance makes a quick list in his head of things he should never do:
Ask the boy he has a huge crush on to be his fake boyfriend for the sake of proving a point (even if Lance thinks he’s going to say no, because apparently he might actually say yes!) [Fake/Pretend Relationship, WIP]

You stole a BABY?! by genericfanatic (PG, 24.3k)
Summary: The castle ship has a new stowaway, and Keith and Lance must figure out how to take care of them without alerting the rest of the crew. [Kid Fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition]

Rushing To Say Nothing by LynnLarsh (NC-17, 36.7k)
Summary: “What the hell was that?” Keith says, sounding strangely pissed. Probably jealous; whatever happened, Lance is a lucky son of a bitch and Keith knows it.

Coran clears his throat before answering, and when Lance finally pulls his eyes away from the crowd, that purplish blush from earlier has increased to a noticeable shade of violet across his cheeks. “It seems our boy Lance here has just been propositioned by the local brothel.”

A.k.a. That time Lance went into an alien brothel to prove a point and came out perhaps a little too enlightened.

The Little Things by fairietailed (G, 1.6k)
Summary: On Friday Hunk can hear the two of them behind him as they walk to the control room, and he swears he hears something akin to a kiss, and Keith whispering.

“That’s 10-7, Cargo Pilot. Try catching up.”

When Hunk turns around Lance is bright red, and there’s a foot of space between him and Keith.Or maybe he’s imagining things? [Secret Relationship]

Marital Mayhem by genello (PG, 26k, WIP)
Summary: Cornered by the Galra, Lance and Keith find shelter in a local temple. There’s just one problem—the natives seem to think the two of them are engaged. [Fake/Pretend Relationship, WIP]

Burning Love by TeaAndKittens (NC-17, 7k, WIP)
Summary: An injury sustained on the job for firefighter Keith means an extended medical leave that makes him feel useless and angry. He’s so desperate to get back to his crew at Station 5 that he’s almost willing to try anything - except yoga. Especially after Hunk calls this friend of his that owns a yoga studio and Keith gets supporting evidence for his claim that only crazy people practice yoga.

Somehow, despite all of that, Hunk and Shiro manage to bully him into at least trying it. He shows up for that first class expecting to hate it. What he’s not expecting is for Hunk’s friend to be hot like the fire of a thousand suns. Or even more insane in person.

Or: Keith’s life. So Hard. [Firefighter/Yoga Instructor AU, WIP]

if you’re ready by rhapsodyinpink (PG so far, 2k, WIP)
Summary: “Why was I wearing a wedding veil?” Lance asks, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Oh wait..wait, shit! Shit! Did I marry a hot babe last night? Talk about a wild birthday!” Lance crows, waving his arms with glee.

“No,” says Keith. “You married me.”

In which the paladins visit Las Vegas for Lance’s 21st birthday, Keith and Lance get married, Allura goes missing, Pidge gets arrested, and Shiro goes to the spa. [Accidentally Married in Vegas - still in universe not au! WIP]

Dancing for Voltron and Follow My Lead by The_Sickfic_Sideblog (PG, 2k total)
Summary: Lance has a hidden talent. It’s not hidden for long. [Dance Skills Lance]

Seven Days by MilkTeaMiku (NR, 63.5k, Series)
Summary: The Galra has a new weapon that de-ages the Paladins into babies for a week. [De-aged/Kid Fic]

Thank God For Hometowns by merycula (thanksillpass) (PG, 6.5k)
Summary: Lance tells his grandparents that he has a boyfriend to get them off his back, and is forced to ask his neighbor Keith to pretend to date him when they come with a visit. [Fake Dating]

seeing him for the first time (again) by breadpoetsociety (G, 1.5k)
Summary: “Who are you?” Keith demanded, excitedly putting his free hand to his cheek. “What’s your name?”

“Eat the cracker, Keith.”

“Did god send you? Are you an angel?” Keith didn’t look very frightened as this concept of being dead worked its way out of him. Lance ran a hand through his own hair, smiling wryly.

“Please, eat the cracker, Keith.”

“What’s your name?” Keith’s voice cracked, desperately, excitedly. “Please. Who are you?”

“My name is Lance,” Lance paused, nerves sitting uncomfortably in the bottom of his stomach– deep, in the part he never searched. He licked his lips and ran a hand through his unwashed hair. “I’m, um, I’m your fiancé.” [Amnesia]

On Thin Ice 
by Minadora (R, 150k, WIP)
Summary: This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater. [Ice Hockey/Figure Skater AU]

Valentine’s Day

“can you do an imagine of your bestfriend and your crushs friend are going out so one day your crush and friends boyfriend go pick you guys up from the movies and then you guys go to your crushes house and you guys hangout and it’s awkward at first between you guys but then you guys end up admitting each others feelings after walking around outside alone while your friend and her boyfriend are inside”

I know it’s been YEARS but I finally finished another imagine! Where I live Valentine’s Day is almost over; I probably missed the deadline completely for a lot of you. In any case, I hope you enjoy it, and happy (belated?) Valentine’s Day! ;)

Word count: 2.5k

The bright afternoon sunlight hits your face, nearly blinding you as you and your best friend exit the dimly lit movie theater. “Ahh, my eyes,” you shriek, shielding your face with your hands.

(F/n) grunts in agreement. “I feel like a vampire exiting my coffin for the first time.”

“Strange analogy. Even stranger that it makes sense.”

(F/n) pulls out her phone, looks at the screen, and puts it back in her pocket.

“Is he on his way?” you ask, referring to her boyfriend, who agreed to pick the two of you up.

“Yeah. (C/n) is coming too,” says (f/n), looking sideways at you. You can’t hide anything from your best friend, and though you haven’t said anything outright, she can tell you’re interested in (c/n).

“Okay,” you reply nonchalantly.

(F/n) laughs. “Oh, come on, I know you like him. When are you going to do something about it?”

You sigh, dropping the act. “I don’t know. We’re not that close yet…and anyway, I don’t like him that much!”

“Puh-lease! You’re obsessed with him. It’s plain as day.” (F/n) elbows you teasingly. “And apparently the four of us will be going to his house today, so this is your chance to get close!” She winks.

You try to control the bubbling excitement. You’ve been to your crush’s house maybe once or twice before, what with him being close friends with (f/n)’s boyfriend. But, due to your crippling awkwardness, you can barely hold a conversation with him. Maybe today will be different. After all, the romantic movie you and (f/n) just watched has inspired you a little.

A car pulls up in front of the theater and honks obnoxiously. “Shut up, we’re coming,” (f/n) hollers through the open window at her boyfriend, (c/f/n). She opens the door and climbs into the shotgun seat, leaving the back seat to you…and presumably (c/n). You wipe your palms on your pants and open the door.

And there he is, grinning at you as you climb in and sit down next to him. “Hey, (y/n),” he says, and that simple greeting is suddenly the sexiest, smoothest thing you’ve ever heard. You sigh involuntarily, then quickly remember yourself and try to act cool. “Oh, hey, (c/n),” you reply, buckling your seat belt.

“So. Your house, (c/n)?” asks (c/f/n) as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“Yeah, my parents aren’t home so we can get turnt,” (c/n) jokes. “As in, like, bust out the root beer.”

You laugh, a little too loudly, considering it wasn’t that funny. (F/n) is right, you’re really not subtle about your crush. But thankfully, (c/n) seems oblivious.

“You can stay pretty late, too, if you want,” he continues.

Turning away to face the window, you smile a little to yourself. Spending the whole evening with (c/n) sounds like a pretty good time to you. You just hope you won’t screw anything up with your awkwardness.

(C/f/n) pulls into (c/n)’s driveway and you all hop out. When you’re all inside the house, (c/n) grabs a few root beers from the fridge. You take one from him and your fingers touch for a second.

You crack open the soda, enjoying the satisfying fizz. “Cheers,” says (c/n), holding out his can. You and your friends laugh and bump cans and then collapse onto the living room couches together. (F/n) and (c/f/n) immediately cuddle up next to each other on the loveseat. Meanwhile, you and (c/n) sit on armchairs opposite each other, occasionally making awkward eye contact.

“Hey, baby, I have something for you,” says (c/f/n) suddenly, reaching into his back pocket. As you and (c/n) look on with interest, he pulls out a small jewelry box and hands it to (f/n). She gasps before even opening it. “No way! You didn’t have to!!” she shrieks. Then she opens the box gently to reveal a beautiful chain necklace, and shrieks even more. You laugh quietly, enjoying her happiness, as she pounces on her boyfriend and hugs him tightly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” (c/f/n) says with an affectionate grin. Your good mood evaporates as you remember what day it is. Your least favorite holiday, this is the one day a year when you are constantly forced to acknowledge that you are single, and probably will be for the rest of your life. Seeing happy couples together only worsens the constant suffering of this wretched holiday. Unfortunately, the couple in front of you is no different. As cute as they are, you suddenly feel like an incredibly awkward spectator to their romantic moment. Sneaking a quick glance at (c/n), you can tell he feels the same.

As your friend and her boyfriend start making out, (c/n) meets your eyes and attempts an awkward smile. His face is a little pink, and you’re sure yours is even redder. What an uncomfortable atmosphere to be sitting in with your crush.

Finally (c/n) clears his throat. Your friends continue unperturbed. (C/n) sighs, rolls his eyes playfully at you, and picks up the TV remote, turning it on. The weather report comes on at full volume, startling your friends out of their makeout session. “Oh, sorry,” (f/n) says breathily, giggling when she sees your exasperated faces. She makes eye contact with you, and you raise an eyebrow, jerking your head in (c/n)’s direction as if to say, Thanks a lot for making this awkward!

(F/n) just winks back before grabbing the remote from (c/n). “For fuck’s sake, put on something other than the weather!” She flips through the channels and stops abruptly when a rerun of High School Musical appears. “Hell yes. This is my favorite movie ever.”

You chuckle and settle back in your armchair, taking a sip of your root beer and trying to relax. Though the movie is moderately entertaining, your mind is occupied by (c/n)’s presence just a few feet away. You try to force your eyes to stay on the screen, but despite your best efforts, they continually wander over to (c/n) in his armchair watching him as he watches the movie. The light from the TV screen gives his face an ethereal glow. He is so pretty, you can’t help but think. So. Pretty. At one point he senses you staring and turns to look at you, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. You quickly look away, cheeks burning.

“KISS! KISS! COME ON! DO IT!” (F/n) barks out from her perch on (c/f/n)’s lap, and your head snaps in her direction. Thankfully, she seems to be yelling at the TV. Troy and Gabriella are leaning in, gazing romantically into each other’s eyes as they get closer and closer. But for like the third or fourth time, they’re interrupted before they get the chance to kiss. Damn, the sexual frustration must really be getting to them by now. “NOOO!” moans (f/n) dramatically, falling back into (c/f/n)’s arms.

“Drama queen,” he teases. “Don’t act like you haven’t seen this a thousand times.”

“Every time, I believe in them, and every time, I am let down,” (f/n) sighs. “Come on, let’s show them how it’s done.” She straddles his lap and plunges them both into what looks like another long makeout session.

You sigh and scratch your neck, as if the discomfort is an itch you can rub out. But the uneasy feeling persists. You avoid meeting (c/n)’s eyes, knowing your face is probably bright pink again. At last, unable to stand the awkwardness, you stand up. “Okay, I think I should leave you two alone,” you announce casually. There’s little response. It’s unlikely that either of them can hear anything you’re saying. “I’m just gonna go outside for a bit. Have fun, use protection, don’t forget to breathe!”

As you start to leave, (c/n) jumps up too. “I’ll come with!” he says quickly. “No way am I third wheeling for the rest of the movie.”

He follows you out the door, and for a moment you stand together on the porch, unsure of what to do. “Shall we go for a stroll?” (c/n) proposes overdramatically.

“Oh, yes, let’s,” you reply in a silly high-pitched voice. You immediately feel stupid, kicking yourself internally. But (c/n) laughs anyway and starts walking, so you follow him on a slow path around the house.

“Good thinking, getting out of there while you could,” he says, nudging your arm with his elbow. You try to calm the nerves that are firing up inside you, making you jittery. “Thanks, it was my defense mechanism against aggressive PDA. I’ve picked it up after years of Valentine’s Days.”

“Not your favorite holiday?” (C/n)’s mouth curves upwards, looking sideways at you in amusement.

You make a face. “God no. I hate Valentine’s Day. I’m convinced it was created purely to make single people like me feel bad about themselves.” You stop yourself before you can launch into your familiar rant.

“Well, I like the part where you get to eat ice cream and cry alone,” (c/n) jokes.

“While listening to sad music,” you add. “There’s no way you do that though!”

“What? Surprised? I have a sensitive side too!” he chuckles. You fake a shocked look, while secretly dying inside. Who’d have thought you’d be strolling alone with your crush, talking about romance? And to top it off, the sun is starting to set.

You reach the front of the house again. From here, you can see the sun sinking over the horizon. Without speaking, you stop walking and stand together in the front yard, watching the sky slowly getting set on fire.

As beautiful as it is, you’re again distracted by the presence of your crush, this time right next to you. You glance sideways at him, thinking, This view is so much better though! Then you realize he’s looking sideways at you too, a small smirk on his lips. You quickly look back at the sky. Why is this becoming a pattern? Control yourself! You curse inwardly.

The sky grows darker and you start to shiver. You have a sweater on, but considering it’s the middle of February, the fabric is quickly becoming too thin to keep you warm. (C/n) notices and furrows his eyebrows. “Are you cold?”

“No,” you lie through your chattering teeth.

(C/n) smiles and, in one easy movement, pulls his sweatshirt off. “Put this on.” He holds it out to you.

“Keep it, I’m fine,” you insist.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t need it, I’m too hot anyway.”

“Yeah you are,” you shoot back flirtatiously before you can stop yourself. (C/n) looks at you in faint surprise and chuckles. You blush and quickly grab the sweatshirt, putting it on. You breathe in the heavenly smell, trying not to be obvious. Oh man, you’re wearing his hoodie. Could it get any better than this?

Apparently it could, because just then (c/n) reaches around you and rubs your arm with his hand to warm it up. “Better?” he asks, grinning.

“Uh huh,” you reply breathlessly. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” You wait for him to move away, shove his hands back into his pockets, or even turn around to go back inside. But he doesn’t. His arm remains circled around your waist, holding you against him. You breathe out slowly, trying to stay calm even though you’re certain you must be dreaming. Real life does not go like this. And more importantly, good things just don’t happen to you on Valentine’s Day.

Your mind flashes back to (f/n) and her boyfriend. The sky is dark and starry now, indicating that some time must have passed. You wonder why no one has come to look for you or called you back inside, but you figure (f/n) must have something to do with it. Thank goodness your friend knows when you need to be left alone.

To break the silence, you say, “Think they’re done making out yet?”

(C/n) laughs lightly. “Probably not,” he responds. A moment passes before he adds, “Besides, this is nice.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I don’t spend enough time outside. I didn’t even know this many stars were visible from where we live.”

“Amazing what you discover when you’re not huddled in your room on the internet,” he teases.

“Painfully accurate,” you admit. “I leave the house for one day and I get to wear a boy’s sweatshirt. I should try this more often.” After the sentence leaves your mouth you realize how awkward it is, but you can’t take it back now. You wait anxiously for (c/n)’s reaction, but it’s nothing like you’re expecting.

“I get to watch the sunset with a pretty girl, so I think I’m the real winner here.” His arm tightens slightly around you. You turn your face towards him, trying to read his expression. He smiles gently down at you. “(Y/n), I don’t want to be too forward or anything…but I can’t keep this a secret anymore. I really, really like you.”

Your mouth flops open clumsily as your mind races, trying to make sure you didn’t hear him wrong. “Uhh. You mean, like…like-like?”

(C/n) chuckles. “Yes, (y/n), I like-like you. I’ve had a crush on you for, like, ever.” His eyes, shining in the darkness, search yours. “Is there any chance that…I don’t know, maybe…you might feel the same way?”

It would be impossible to fight the grin that splits your face. “Are you kidding? I like you so much, you have no idea!”

“Oh my God” is all (c/n) says before crashing his lips onto yours. Taken completely by surprise, you stand frozen for a moment before melting into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck. You feel completely delirious, giddy beyond belief at this literal dream-come-true. And it should be noted that (c/n)’s lips are even softer than in your dreams. It’s perfect. You’re in (c/n)’s sweatshirt, kissing under the stars, and it’s absolutely perfect.

Wrapped up in the kiss, you almost miss the muffled shout of “GET IT GIRL!” coming from the house. You pull apart and glance over to see (f/n)’s face pressed against the window, grinning from ear to ear. (C/n) starts to laugh and you join in, leaning your forehead against his.

“So, (y/n)…” (c/n) cups your face in his hands. “Still hate Valentine’s Day?”

You pretend to think it over. “Well, I guess I can make an exception for this one.” You smile up at him and he grins back, pulling your face towards his once more.

bethanyactually  asked:

Jeff/Annie and Gina/Rosa? :)


  • who holds the umbrella when it rains: Jeff. It’s pure logistics. He’s so tall! If Annie was holding the umbrella, he’d probably risk decapitation.
  • who is the grumpiest in the morning: I could see Annie being grumpy before her caffeine, whereas Jeff sort of maintains a consistent level of grumpiness all throughout the day. Also, I feel like Jeff would be dangerously amused by grumpy Annie.
  • who worries more when the other is sick/hurt: I feel like Annie would worry a normal amount and probably coo at Jeff sympathetically a lot, but Jeff would try to act chill about it and then legit cry in the bathroom because he could not bear to see his beloved suffer so.
  • who plays pranks on the other: I feel like they probably both play pranks on each other, almost always because another member of the study group (or many!) is in on the scheme.
  • who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa: Jeff literally first suggested it in HIS VERY DAYDREAMS.
  • who insists on creating nicknames for the other: Based upon her dragon list, I could see Annie coming up with a pretty extensive nickname list for Jeff. Then she runs them all by him and he ranks them on a scale from 1 to 5. (His favorite is “Jeff Pratt, Chris Pratt’s Hotter Cousin,” which he himself suggested and which really does not have any catchy nickname-like qualities. He just likes hearing Annie say that he is hotter than Chris Pratt.)
  • who drools on the other when they’re asleep: Jeff, and then he’s really horrified when Annie tells him about it.
  • who says ‘I love you’ first: Jeff. I like to think that it is a “Jeff rushes to Annie’s door because he can deny his feelings no longer (probably her temporary door because she’s off at her FBI internship) and confesses his love” situation, to sort of right the wrong that season two did us. If Jeff runs all the way to Washington D.C. in the rain, all the better.

Rosa/Gina (yay!):

  • who holds the umbrella when it rains: Rosa.
  • who is the grumpiest in the morning: Gina. I feel like, similar to Jeff and Annie above, Rosa’s mastered the art of all-day consistent grumpiness, but Gina is grumpy with THEATRICAL FLAIR in the morning. She probably threatens to burn the precinct down every morning and Rosa has to grab onto her ankle and try to forcibly pull her out of bed.
  • who worries more when the other is sick/hurt: I think they both worry about each other quite a bit, and everyone else makes fun of them for it because they both have reputations as such unfeeling stone cold B’s.
  • who plays pranks on the other: They do not play pranks on each other. They play pranks on other people together.
  • who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa: I think it probably involves Gina seductively saying “You want a piece of this?” and then they sit down and watch The Great British Baking Show on Netflix and scream at the TV despite the results being long since decided.
  • who insists on creating nicknames for the other: Gina obstinately calls Rosa “Ro Ro” (’cause it rhymes with J.Lo, bitch!) and Rosa hates it with the fire of a thousand suns, but eventually answers to it. One day Boyle hears Gina call Rosa “Lil’ Ro Ro” and Rosa respond as if that is an acceptable thing, and on that day, Jake/Amy are temporarily his second place otp.
  • who drools on the other when they’re asleep: Rosa does once when she falls asleep after days working on a very exhausting case (maybe involving PIMENTO being EVIL!!!!! … ahem), and Gina doesn’t dump her immediately and flee the country, and that’s when Gina knows that true feelings have awakened in her frosty diva’s heart.
  • who says ‘I love you’ first: Rosa says, “Hey, I love you” to Gina one day out of the blue after they’ve been dating for awhile. Gina panics and says, “Pshhhhhh, tell me something I don’t know, ho! YA BURNT.”, tosses her hair, and runs away. (She probably goes and hides in Babylon and CRIES, but this news will never be revealed to the public.) Jake becomes the very awkward go-between in this social situation. Eventually, Gina tells Rosa that she loves her too via public flash mob. It definitely ends with confetti falling on everyone and a dip kiss. Boyle cries. His two former lady loves, loving each other. It’s so beautiful!

lxncekogane  asked:

Hi Mogi! Are there any Klance fics that you would recommend? Thanks :)

Oh good golly gosh, here goes my afternoon, because youre about to get a shit ton. xD

If you want to peruse my bookmarks feel free. the link has been filtered down to only klance fics, enjoy your time sifting through 150+ fics ^^; (i have no self control)  And then theres any of my stuff here because i need validation and have no shame with self plugs, but ill put the focus on the other fics for right now. ^^

But here are the ones i reallllyyyy recommend outside of the big name fics that literally the whole fandom knows about.:

Make Me Your Home by Reader115

Summary: “Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”Update: Now with ART by suitboxers!!
WC: 38169 (6/6)
General Notes: just, omg? this fic has like it all, and it all fits into s2?? yes please?? i could not get enough of this fic and talking with the author, there is a rumor that they might write an epilogue and i like high key died. 10/10

Today, anew by MemeKonVLD

Summary: “Lance.”Lance’s eyebrows furrow in concern for a second before his whole face goes gentle and open.“Hey buddy, everything okay?”Keith nods. Then shakes his head, then opens his mouth to let out a noisy sob before he’s hugging the air out of Lance, grip vise tight.Lance hugs him back. That’s one of the great things about him— he doesn’t— he doesn’t need explanations for things like this. He doesn’t make Keith jump through hoops, the way other people might— he’s just— he just knows what Keith needs in times like this. No façades, no posturing.(Or: the one where Keith is trapped in a time loop. A time loop from hell.)
WC: 5910 (6/6 chapters)
General Notes: this was interesting to say the least, and one of my latest reads. I really enjoyed, told from Keiths pov and he’s stuck in a time loop. Angsty, but has a happy ending. 8/10

Voltron Cafe by PinkHitman

Summary:  Lance is the number one butler at a maid cafe, and his number one customer? Just his old High School rival Keith.
WC: 66422 (14/?)
General Notes: This is really funny and quirky. Lance is adorable in all his dorky glory. The whole team is there and i cant count the times ive had to stifle laughter reading it because it was 3am and i really needed to sleep but, hey what are you going to do xD theres also a blog @voltron-cafe and the art is just as quirky as the fic and i love it to all get out. 9/10

a truth in the blood by angstinspace

Summary: “I’m Galra, Lance.”It’s the first time he’s said those words out loud––and to Lance of all people. He should feel horrified at himself but somehow, he doesn’t. In fact, an eerie calmness has settled over him. Everything comes sharply into focus as he stands there, still holding Lance’s wrist, breathing in and out, waiting for a response. A post “Blade of Marmora” fix-it fic. Mostly broganes & klance bonding.
WC: 7489
General Notes: So theres a little bit of angst in this, but it does a really good job of filling in the blanks of what could have happened between ep8 and ep9 of s2. I really liked it, has some Broganes in there and Klance bonding. 8/10

Starlight by epiproctan

Summary: For once, Lance tries to be responsible for something. Namely, his feelings. Needless to say it doesn’t go well.
WC: 7719
General Notes: Lance pov, honestly this boy tries so hard to keep the team dynamic the same, but it never goes well. goes with the trope that EVERYONE knows about mutual pining klance, but goes a different direction just for the hell of it. i loved it. 9/10

He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

Summary: In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.
WC: 64888 (13/13)
General Notes: holy fuck do i love this fic, cuz like, wow. Im a sucker for dragons and i loved the way the author inocrporated them into this fic and made it freaking work. A+++. Lots of action, drama-rama and Lance learns a thing or two about hs feelings along the way. 10/10

Burning Love by TeaAndKittens

Summary: An injury sustained on the job for firefighter Keith means an extended medical leave that makes him feel useless and angry. He’s so desperate to get back to his crew at Station 5 that he’s almost willing to try anything - except yoga. Especially after Hunk calls this friend of his that owns a yoga studio and Keith gets supporting evidence for his claim that only crazy people practice yoga.Somehow, despite all of that, Hunk and Shiro manage to bully him into at least trying it. He shows up for that first class expecting to hate it. What he’s not expecting is for Hunk’s friend to be hot like the fire of a thousand suns. Or even more insane in person.Or: Keith’s life. So Hard.
WC: 7017 (2/?)
General Notes: Firefighter Keith and yoga instructor lance,,, um yes please! this fic is just getting started but i really love it so far. 8/10

Sharps and Accidentals by Zizzani

Summary: Keith is a talented up and coming violin virtuoso. Lance hates him immediately.Or an AU in which Lance and Keith both attend the same music university. Keith is deaf. Lance is Trying™.
WC: 39528 (9/?)
General Notes: ok, so i just really love this a lot. im a band nerd so music is like my thing, and this is honestly great. Deaf keith, and lance… poor lance, hes trying ok? Im a couple updates behind, but i really love it a lot. 9/10

bouncing off exit signs by steelthighsvoideyesSummary:

Summary: This is the story of two absolute idiots who keep searching for what they’ve already found.
WC: 40147 (yes on chap xD)
General Notes: this is like one of those comfort fics for me, i binged it one night, and it was amazing. Based off the song Closer by The Chainsmokers. honeslty, well done. 10/10

Duly Noted by TeaAndKittens

Summary: Keith has a box full of scraps of paper, a lovingly archived collection of all the notes Lance has written him so far in their relationship. Their son has a box just like it, and soon their newly adopted daughter will too.Or: 5 (-ish) notes Lance wrote to Keith, beginning with the one that started it all, and 1 Keith wrote back
WC: 4913
General Notes: this was so fucking cute that i really couldnt stop smiling the whole way through. lance leaving notes everywhere is just so him. 10/10

The Quiet by MilkTeaMiku

Summary: Does he not realise he’s dead?Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he’s sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it’s there that he meets a charmingly irritating ghost who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are.
WC: 38000 (19/?)
General Notes: Stop reading this list and fucking read this oh my gawd. It is that good, go on, shoo 10/10

Flirting with Death by drippingpen

Summary: Keith commits the ultimate taboo as a grim reaper: he saves a life.More specifically, he saves Lance’s life.Now they are forever linked, unable to survive without the other. Keith must protect Lance from the forces that are trying to right Keith’s wrong and kill Lance.
WC: 29346 (9/?)
General Notes: yoooo, my friend is reading this, and she is doing such a great job with it. Grim Reaper Keith and lance is high key supposed to be dead, and its awesome. Pidge is as nosey as ever and Hunk is pure™. give it a read, really. 10/10

Days Like Today by literal_trashbaby

Summary: For all Lance’s snarking and posturing, all that easy, cheery confidence, for all his charm and his pretty, pretty smiles (which absolutely did not make Keith a little weak in the knees, no sir). Just every now and then, Keith thought his smile would go just a tiny bit tight around the edges, and he’d go just a little quiet… well, quiet for Lance. And on the days when Lance was just that little bit… Not-Lance, like a force of nature he would, without fail, pull one side of his lower lip into his mouth and just chew on it, destroying those poor, perfect lips. Days like today.OR: Lance is Having a Day and Keith is somehow the only person to notice.
WC: 3159
General Notes: I love it when people write Keith picking up on Lance’s tendencies, its so freaking cute and my heart cannot handle. 9/10

so why don’t we fall by akinghtley

Summary: Five times Lance used a pet name for Keith, and one time Keith used one for Lance.Keith has no basis for having a relationship with someone, so he’s trying to follow Lance’s lead.
WC: 8218
General Notes: NSFW saying that now. but i love pet names, and this was all so cute. Touch of angst, but it makes up for it with fluff. I love it. 9/10

I think tht does it for fic recs rn, i could literally go through all of my bookmarks and list every one of them, but lets face it that would take forever.

Hope you enjoy all that fics!

Jon/Daenerys fanfiction: Brave enough to yield

Summary: Jon Snow comes to visit Daenerys at Dragonstone after the events of Season 6, and learns of his true parentage. He and Daenerys are both stubborn, and find it difficult to trust each other. A shared tragedy brings them closer together. Told from Daenerys’s point of view.

A/N: I’ll be updating this as @myrish-lace-love.


Jon had refused to kneel, when he first came to Dragonstone. He’d stood before her, in well-tailored furs clearly made by someone else’s hand, and simply declined. Dany had been insulted. She was also intrigued. How many men would refuse the Mother of Dragons, the most beautiful woman in the world?

Stubbornness ran deep in Jon, she soon learned. She’d had the idea to form an alliance with him, and seduce him, as soon as she heard of his visit. She’d plotted as he traveled from Winterfell, with Tyrion’s help.

“He’ll be as intractable as a mule. Slightly more handsome, though,” Tyrion had told her, and winked.

Tyrion had been right. Jon promised his army with some reluctance, but he was cold to her advances. It stung more than she expected. She wasn’t immune to loneliness herself. She’d felt a childish swelling of hope when she’d learned that she might not be the last of her line, that another dragon might walk the earth. But Jon kept her mostly at a distance, though she saw him staring at her once or twice. Perhaps there was some truth to the saying that Northern men had ice in their veins.

Jon took to Rhaegal, at least. Dany envied how quickly he’d developed a bond with the beast. It had taken her months to feel the presence of Drogon’s mind, once he was fully grown. Jon had managed to connect with the green dragon in a matter of days. It had made her job of convincing him of his true heritage easier. That, and Varys’s scroll from Howland Reed had left Jon with no room for doubt.

Jon himself might not say much, but the news he brought of the terror north of the Wall had turned Dany’s mission on its head. She’d sailed across the Narrow Sea prepared to do battle in Westeros. She’d arrived on shore ready to take what was hers, as was her right, and reclaim the Iron Throne at King’s Landing. Then Jon confirmed Varys’s whispers of the White Walkers, and the wights, and priorities had shifted to protecting the realm. They needed weapons, and weapons, according to Jon, meant fire, and dragonglass.


Fire, and powerful fire at that, they had in abundance, thanks to Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion. But the dragonglass was more elusive. Dozens of Unsullied had scoured the castle and come back empty-handed. Dany was not a patient woman by nature, and was ready to move on. Yet Tyrion insisted they search the caverns beneath Dragonstone once more.

“I’ll hear no more about dragonglass, Lord Tyrion.” Dany tucked into their meager breakfast. The stores of food were depleting fast. But she’d traveled enough under rough conditions to eat whatever was before her.As she saw Jon scrape his plate clean, she thought the same might be true of him.

Tyrion had a more discerning palate, and picked at the stale bread and hard cheese with distaste. “We need all the weapons we can find, my queen.”

Dany rolled her eyes. Would Tyrion not let this go? “Has it slipped your mind, Lord Tyrion, the days we’ve spent searching arrived?”

“Hardly, Your Grace. But I did receive an interesting raven just this morning. Apparently we haven’t been looking in the right place.” Tyrion, naturally, made a show of revealing his secret. He brought the scroll out from under his green tunic with a flourish.

Dany didn’t recognize the seal. “Who sent it?”

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[a tribute to iron queens; dragons, mothers, broken and beautiful]

Part 4 of the series gentle mother, strength of women

i. Rhaella Targaryen

Rhaella was born tired.

Her mother laughed when she said it, but she also worried for her daughter: Rhaella was so delicate, always shivering from the cold or flushed with fever. When her father declared that she must marry Aerys, her mother raged louder than a storm. Rhaella wept and wept, but her father was determined.

She never quite forgave him for it.

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MTVS Epic Rewatch #167

BTVS 6x15 As You Were

Stray thoughts

1) Don’t you hate those loser guys who are working the same job as you are and yet they still believe they’re better than you? I hate them with the firey passion of a thousand suns. Pretentious twats.

TODD: You see, Buffy, the thing you gotta learn about the Palace, and this takes a while, is that job security all boils down to one simple thing. Politics.  Now, I’m not a political animal, but you learn fast around here or it’s wham! Hello, glass ceiling. I mean, it’s not like we work at Burger World, or the Happy Bun, where the power structure is simple. No, here at the Palace, you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies? Closer. It’s like Machiavelli says. You know Machiavelli, right?

BUFFY: Tall guy, bleached mullet, works day shifts?
TODD: I’m sorry. My bad. I keep forgetting you dropped out of college.
BUFFY: I’m reapplying.
TODD: Good luck with that. Well, gotta motor! Don’t wanna be late for night school.
BUFFY: You go to night school?
TODD: I’m working on my MBA. Think I wanna spend the rest of my life cleaning grease traps?

2) Now, this truly was a low point…

VAMP: What’s that smell? Geez, Slayer, is that you?
BUFFY: I’ve been working!
VAMP: Where, in a slaughterhouse?!
BUFFY: Double Meat Palace.
VAMP: Ohhh. You know what? Let’s just call it a night. If it’s all the same to you, and you’ve been eating that stuff, I’m not so sure I wanna bite you.
BUFFY: You’re dead! You smell like it! How do you get to say I’m the one who’s stinky?
VAMP: Really, it’s, it’s cool, I’ll just catch you next time.

A vampire walking away from you because of how awful you smell? That must hurt… It’s no surprise she needed a little comfort after that…

3) Low point, meet lower point…

BUFFY: Oh, for Pete’s sake. Spike?

SPIKE: Ah, it’s a fair cop, you caught me, Slayer. However, in all honesty, I think we have to say this one doesn’t count. After all, I wasn’t exactly hiding.

BUFFY: No, Spike.
SPIKE: No? What kind of answer is that, you haven’t even heard the question yet.
BUFFY: I don’t have to. We both know what you’re thinking.
SPIKE: And we both know… that I’m not the only one thinking it.

BUFFY: No! Not here.

And yet…

The writers really wanted to make a point of how this was their dynamic as a couple (or whatever they were), with Spike always pushing, Buffy always saying no and yet eventually giving in. Of course, the situation was quite different when she said no and really meant it. But there’s no need to get ahead.

4) Oh, we get it, the sex was rough.

DAWN: Rough night?
BUFFY: The usual.

WILLOW: Hey, workin’ lady. Rough night?
BUFFY: Why does everybody keep asking me that?

DAWN: Some vamp get rough with you?
BUFFY: He’s not getting any gentler.

5) Look, even if you find Dawn annoying, you gotta admit that her being the biggest Tara/Willow shipper is the cutest (and enough reason to love her a little, okay? so please try and love her a little?) And Willow is actually acting so mature about the whole thing, so much progress for her!

DAWN: Big wedding coming up… lots of date possibilities… you and Tara are speaking again. You wanna call her? Invite her over?
WILLOW: Oh, no. Too soon for so bold a maneuver. But if I did call? She wouldn’t hang up on me.
DAWN: That’s progress!
WILLOW:  Hence the happy.

6) Poor Buffy…

Was she really ready to go back to college at this point, though? 


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Nickelback ‘Feed The Machine’ lyric starters

Feed the Machine

❛ Baiting every hook with filthy lies. ❜
❛ Another charlatan to idolize. ❜
❛ Is this suppression just in my mind? ❜
❛ No more questions, get back in line! ❜
❛ Pay with your life, the duller the knife, the longer it takes. ❜
❛ But now it’s your turn, the ashes will burn, and wither away. ❜
❛ Carving the truth, while harvesting you, to feed the machine. ❜
❛ The gears forever turn to grind the mice. ❜
❛ Will you become the fuel for sacrifice? Power absolutely all for show. ❜
❛ Is this obsession behind your eyes? ❜
❛ Why must the blind always lead the blind? ❜
❛ Why do I feel like the fault is mine? ❜
❛ Why must the weakest be sacrificed? ❜

Coin for the ferryman

❛ We just got high and hopin’ no one could tell ❜
❛ But with the icky and the sticky it don’t matter where the wind blows ❜
❛ Lighter in my hand and I got nothing to burn ❜
❛ Pick up a shotgun and we’ll all take turns ❜
❛ But don’t you ever say a word cause you know momma’s gonna hate that ❜
❛ Tidal wave in motion you can’t hide from the explosion In 3…2…1 ❜
❛ We’re smokin’ dynamite too many fuses to light ❜
❛ A thousand Fahrenheit’s and we’re about to ignite ❜
❛ We may never see tomorrow ❜
❛ If tonight’s our time to go, the one thing I know we’ll need a coin for the ferryman ❜
❛ And we can make it, but we take the chance of never coming back home   ❜
❛ The dice that we’ve been rollin’ where our lives are bitter stolen ❜
❛ Our kingdom come, on the run ❜
❛ One for the road and one for those who never leave ❜
❛ One for the Lord and take it from the devil ❜
❛ Don’t even try, ‘cause you know you can’t hide ❜
❛ Better run, better run, better run ❜

Song on Fire

❛ The first words that come out and I can see this song will be about you ❜
❛ I can’t believe that I can breathe without you but all I need to do is carry on. ❜
❛ The next line I write down and there’s a tear that falls between the pages ❜
❛ I know that pain’s supposed to heal in stages but it depends which one I’m standing on ❜
❛ I write lines down, then rip them up ❜
❛ Describing love can’t be this tough ❜
❛ I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke ❜
❛ I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly ❜
❛ Tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon ❜
❛ I’m dying to show you this could end happily ever after ❜
❛ There doesn’t ever have to be disaster ❜
❛ And all you have to do is sing along ❜
❛ Impossible describing love ❜
❛ Light this old guitar on fire, I’d still hear the notes ❜
❛ Drown the melody in water, I’d still hear its ghost ❜
❛ Sing it with somebody else, but we’d be out of tune ❜
❛ Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much ❜

Must Be Nice

❛ One step, two step, electric slide, red fish, blue fish, blow your mind ❜
❛ Mama’s gonna let you set the moon on fire ❜
❛ Jack be nimble, jack be quick. Jack wound up with a broken neck ❜
❛ Humpty Dumpty, do your thing. ❜
❛ Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring . ❜
❛ Oh, it must be nice to spend each day in paradise ❜
❛ You wonder why you’ve never failed ❜
❛ Your life’s a goddamn fairy tale ❜
❛ Suzie steamboat, you’re so fine ❜
❛ Grant the wish I wish tonight ❜
❛ Tinker tailor, whatcha’ got? ❜
❛ Wheels on the bus are falling off ❜
❛ Pretty maids all in a row. Yes, sir, yes, sir three bags full ❜
❛ Stick your diamond ring where the sun don’t shine ❜

After The Rain

❛ All your life’s scrambling, scurrying ❜
❛ Take your time rather than hurry ❜
❛ Never too late to write the rest of your story ❜
❛ Remember to breathe or else you’re gonna be sorry ❜
❛ Life’s no race, it’s a companion. Always face with reckless abandonment . ❜
❛ Everybody says that life takes patience but nobody wants to wait ❜
❛ Everybody says we need salvation but nobody wants to be saved ❜
❛ The blue sky’s we wait on are gonna have to come after the rain ❜
❛ Avoid the taste of wanting and wasteful ❜
❛ Every good thing will come in moderation ❜
❛ Envy and greed will only lead to frustration ❜
❛ Choose your friends, carefree and kindly. Choose your words, careful and wisely ❜
❛ Always be there to lend a comforting shoulder. One will be there to share again when you’re older ❜
❛ Old mistakes committed upon us. Always take a toll on the conscience ❜
❛ Every regret is a gift that you live with. Never forget to remember forgiveness ❜

For The River

❛ Stuck in a cage, luck of the draw. Always a way, gotta get out ❜
❛ Get me a key, pick me a lock. Gotta be free, ready or not ❜
❛ Gotta run, gotta run ❜
❛ Nowhere to hide, 'cause someone’s always gonna find you ❜
❛ Trying to breathe with everybody right behind you ❜
❛ Scattering leaves to try and cover up the footprints ❜
❛ Water ahead 'cause I can hear it in the distance ❜
❛ I’m running for the river ❜
❛ They’ll never catch me ❜
❛ You can ride, you can fly, you can tell 'em that you tried, but there ain’t no going back   ❜
❛ Tell 'em that you tried, but you’re never gonna catch me ❜
❛ Let off the hounds, stand off the guards. Never be found, better than bars ❜
❛ “Damn it, he’s a fast one” ❜
❛ Gotta be free, so don’t ever stop ❜


❛ Lying awake, did it again for Christ sake ❜
❛ Should’ve told her to go, and I know it but she tasted like home ❜
❛ I did what I did, can’t say hey man, I’m just a kid ❜
❛ Saw the lie in my eyes, couldn’t hide it ❜
❛ Oh, home ain’t what I call it ❜
❛ But I’m the only ghost walkin’ through the hallways ❜
❛ The pain gets so much clearer when the one to blame is standing in the mirror ❜
❛ This fool, this liar. Lit a match and set his life on fire ❜
❛ I guess I’d rather be alone In a house that’s not a home ❜
❛ The pain in my heart’s 'cause we’re a thousand miles apart ❜
❛ I’ve got no one to blame for the shame ❜
❛ I hope she’s waiting back home ❜
❛ Stupid to think that I could blame it on the drink ❜
❛ Now I’m trying to stall making calls to someone back home ❜
❛ I walk through the door and there’s no light on anymore ❜
❛ Must have known all along I was wrong ❜
❛ Cause there’s no one at home. No one’s waiting back home ❜
❛ The pain gets so much clearer ❜
❛ I guess I’d rather be alone ❜

The Betrayal (Act III)

❛ Table has been set. Serving up the worst regret ❜
❛ Waiting for the chance. ❜
❛ Serpents love the circumstance ❜
❛ Naming of your price. Payment for the sacrifice ❜
❛ Demon in your ear. Evil on your breath ❜
❛ You’ve brought the wolves right here ❜
❛ You’ve brought the kiss of death ❜
❛ You’ve just betrayed him ❜
❛ The moment we’ve all been waiting ❜
❛ You won’t believe until he’s gone ❜
❛ Your noose is waiting (No need to wait) ❜
❛ Go on, go on ❜
❛ Committed to your task. Jealousy behind your mask ❜
❛ Pieces are in place ❜
❛ Dealings that can’t be undone. Blood on your hands ❜
❛ Pawn inside the master plan ❜
❛ What have you gained? What have you done? ❜
❛ Nothing but shame and there’s nowhere to run ❜
❛ Who takes the blame? Why have they come? ❜
❛ What in God’s name have you done? ❜

Silent Majority

❛ How could this affect my life? ❜
❛ How could I affect the outcome? ❜
❛ So why even try. For what, for what, for what, for what? ❜
❛ A cowards can save the day. When the bravest of men just stand by ❜
❛ So what if we all stand up? What if we don’t give in? ❜
❛ What if we trade it all complacency for a voice that will be ignored? ❜
❛ How can we just give up? How can we just give in? ❜
❛ What if the silent majority wasn’t silent anymore? ❜
❛ A candle’s the smallest light. But a handful becomes a lighthouse ❜
❛ Cutting the night for us, ❜
❛ The one with the loudest voice Is really the one to follow ❜
❛ Silence the noise ❜
❛ Hurry up, the world needs this ❜
❛ Speak up now or we can pick up the pieces ❜

Everytime we’re together

❛ I’m back in my hometown ❜
❛ And Main Street’s dying now ❜
❛ It’s like there’s nothing left of it ❜
❛ No more high school grounds. They tore that building down ❜
❛ The backyard fire’s on ❜
❛ The years have come and gone. But the stories carry on ❜
❛ Looking back they’re better than they used to be ❜
❛ 'Cause you should have seen the size of the guys we were fighting ❜
❛ And we shouldn’t be alive at the speeds we were driving ❜
❛ But Mama always taught us to never tell a lie, ❜
❛ Every girl we were with never cost any money ❜
❛ And we drank more tequila than any man alive ❜
❛ And the story goes on and gets a little better. Every time we’re together ❜
❛ It’s funny how we change and some things stay the same ❜
❛ God, I miss the glory days always ❜
❛ Lord, I love the memories we’ve made ❜

Imagine #21 (Request)

Requested by Anon: If you are looking for imagine ideas here is one : (Set in first class )The reader can control earth and water & instead of Eric stopping the Miss lies aimed for the beach the reader stops them before him by creating a giant water wall or tsunami (or something) & everyone is shocked because they haven’t been able to master their powers yet

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

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Words: 1627

Warnings: mild angst, typos

A/N: So, this doesn’t exactly have a ship, except for some hinted Sean x Reader, which you can probably ignore, I hope you don’t mind. Also Happy Easter to all of you, who celebrate it, and to all the others: I hope, your having a great day, too! Enjoy! xoxo

“We can’t take them, Erik!”, Charles said for about the 100th time that night. “We’ll need every last man, Charles. Shaw will have all his… friends prepared and ready to kill. And we definitely can’t afford to leave someone like y/n behind, just because you don’t believe them to be… what? Ready? Strong enough.”, Erik replied, moving his knight to H5.

“They aren’t ready, my friend! You weren’t there, you didn’t see the things that can happen, when y/n loses control. Yesterday in practice, I told them to put out the fire and they flooded half the mansion. And that was in a calm and secure situation. The things that could happen to them… and to all of us, if y/n loses control in front of Shaw…”

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It’s cold in that fridge (the case of Mara Jade)

I think what annoys me most about Mara’s death is that it wasn’t about her.  Karen Traviss literally sat down and said “I need a catalyst to make Jacen a full-fledged Sith.  He needs to kill something he loves.”  But in the end, it wasn’t Mara - it was about killing Ben’s love for him.  This is despite:

  • Mara saving Jacen’s life when he was just a baby and countless times after that; and
  • Mara being his loving aunt through marriage for over twenty years.

Look, I’ll admit that the fight scene between Mara and Jacen and him realising what a powerhouse/force of nature she is, and that she just won’t stop until he’s dead is kind of badass.  But pitting them against each other in that fight required Mara to act extremely out of character and not take Luke for backup.  Yes, she’d been hard on him earlier about not killing Lumiya when he’d had the chance and she knew Luke wouldn’t be on board with assassinating Jacen so she thought she was sparing him that.  That’s fine, I buy TTT-era Mara thinking that way - I’d even be okay with newly-married or Survivor’s Quest Mara making that decision.

But fifty-odd Mara, who of all people has learned the value of forgiveness, who knows Jacen’s mind was warped by the Vong war, who remembers the sweet little boy he was?  I don’t buy it.  But she was protecting Ben, I hear you thinking - yes of course she hated Jacen for corrupting her son, and of course her first thought was he must die, but that wouldn’t have been her only thought.  She’s a fierce mama bear, but she’s not stupid.  At this point in her life she’s been a Jedi longer than she was an assassin, and she would have known better.  She’s no longer the lone wolf of her early years, she has learnt the value of being part of a team and the ultimate partnership with Luke.  

I feel like Traviss made a huge deal about Mara reverting back to her assassin instincts, but it’s misplaced in that time period.  There is literally a line which reads “Sometimes he caught a glimpse of the woman she had once been, and she was a stranger for a second or two.”  ARE YOU FLIPPING KIDDING ME?!?

This is the woman who despite the Last Command from the Emperor and desire to avenge his death, didn’t track down Luke asap to complete the task despite how seriously she took it, and how deeply she’d been indoctrinated by Palpatine.  Yes, she was on the run from Isard for a bit, but she had plenty of opportunities to do the deed but she didn’t (for example how easy would it have been for her to show up at Han and Leia’s wedding with a long-range rifle and take him out?).  But she waited until Luke literally fell into her lap before attempting to go through with it, and this was when she hated him with the fire of a thousand suns.  Don’t tell me she’s quick to act on her anger, if anything she’s the opposite - she’s a strategiser, a planner.  Luke’s the reckless one - Mara is more controlled.

And Luke is a man who saw Mara at her worst, full of hatred and anger and spite - but even then she was never a stranger, and to have him think this when Mara says you have to “kill cold” is a slap in the face to the deep understanding they have for one another.  

As is her taking off while Luke’s asleep to go after Jacen.  Mara stands in their bedroom and watches him sleep, kisses him goodbye and makes sure he doesn’t wake up, because she knows that he’ll talk her out of it.  She KNOWS going after Jacen is a bad idea, because she knows Luke will convince her it is.  And he can’t convince her of anything she doesn’t already believe.  So her charcaterisation absolutely falls apart and it can’t be handwaved by the fact that she went into overdrive to protect Ben.  It would have been more in character for her to wake Luke, tell him everything, go get Ben and lock his teenage ass up for his own protection, then work out a plan to deal with Jacen.  

Instead she goes after Jacen alone and doesn’t even leave anything helpful in her note.  I mean, how easy would this have been:

Gone hunting for a few days - don’t be mad Farmboy… (btw Jacen is the Sith TELL EVERYONE) 

It’s one thing for a character to be brought down by their own flaws, but those flaws have to make sense for the character in the first place (and lets face it with Mara there’s plenty to choose from.)  But no, her stupidity was required for the plot to go on for another book or two, to kill off Lumiya and set up why Luke wouldn’t just wipe the floor with Jacen’s punk ass.  It was needed to make Jacen into Caedus, this badass who would kill his own aunt and shrug it off without any guilt whatsoever.  

Mara’s death required the regression of her character, in order to advance Jacen’s.  

And that’s terrible.  Objectively terrible.  Ultimately, Mara’s death served the purpose of:

  • Being Jacen’s literal “sacrifice” to become a Sith.
  • Luke’s manpain.
  • Ben’s manpain.  

She didn’t go out in a blaze of glory, sacrificing herself for the greater good, nor did her death signify the brutality and random nature of war.  It was to create conflict between the male characters, so they could respectively gloat/emote about her death.  It was a plot device, rather than a natural progression of the characters and the situation - the knots Jacen had to twist himself into to justify Mara being his “sacrifice” were ridiculous and a disservice to everyone involved.  it was a cheap trick, the literal sacrifice of an awesome female charactar (two if you count Lumiya, and her shrug of the shoulders “well Jacen is a Sith now I guess I need to commit suicide-by Skywalker” is a rant for another day) in order to serve three male characters and their arcs.  

Basically, the fridging to end all fridgings.  

anonymous asked:

How would the lords react to an MC who has a heavy sexual appetite like she is frequently in the mood and initiates sexy time a lot for her relief?

Nobunaga: You want this hot body? You better work bitch. She wouldn’t be able to be satisfied by him that easily. First, she needed to prove why he should be inclined to pleasure her. And no, konpeito isn’t going to cut it. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) He’d throw his fan on the ground, telling her to get on her knees right beside it, and to show him what her lust has done to her. Only after she undressed herself and starting touching her body would he take action. He’d grab her hand and pin her down onto the ground, insisting in a low growl and blush that touching her was his job, and he’d proceed to do so.

Mitsuhide: “Well shit, we have a lot in common.” He knows how hard it is to conceal lust inside of you, so he would suggest that they help each other with their craving for the touch of each others flesh. He’d never turn down sexy time, especially if she initiated it. He loves leaving marks on her so she could remember each and every single time they made love.

Yukimura: HOLY SHIT IT’S YUKI #2. He would be sooo flustered, and I can so see him being backed up to the wall by her and end up being the sub. In the middle of the day, people would ask Yukimura why he was covering up his chest, and he would die bc there’s about ten hickeys there. Once he got adjusted to her sexual needs, he’d start being dominant and fulfill her until the sun came up.

Saizo: He’d pretend that he was annoyed whenever she latched herself onto him and begged for him to get her off, but secretly, he loved it. You bet your ass he’s gonna use orgasm denial on her, since getting her to plead was so easy. Every sign, from the friction of her thighs rubbing together, to the flame of desire in her eyes and the color of it on her cheeks, he knew. He would take her in every place and spot in the castle, pointing it out when they were standing on it.

Masamune: LMAO UM. HE’S GON DIE YOU GUYS. But fr tho he’d be such a generous sweetheart, and would assist her whenever she’s desperate. If she initiated something in public, he would blush and reject her gently, but run his hand down her supple skin so she could get some form of relief. He is a sub, no doubt about it, sometimes he’d be dom, but most of the time it’s gon be sub. He loves it, she loves it, case closed.

Kojuro: Omg. Match made in mf heaven. He’d use his experience to his advantage and find out her weak spots easily. They’d end up having like fifty rounds every night?? He’d never be able to resist her, until it ends up becoming unhealthy YES YOU GUYS IT BECOMES THIS BAD and they have to force themselves to only do it every few days or weeks.

Hideyoshi: He’d tease her about it, even in public, and people think he’s just joking around?? No bitch. I can just imagine them late at night and MC tells him that she wants him, and him laughing it off and telling her to go to bed, but when she’s almost asleep, he’d slip a hand underneath the covers and start rubbing her. Surprises are always his criteria.

Inuchiyo: I’m going to mention him liking porn a thousand times on this blog and none of you are going to stop me. He didn’t want her to know about it at all, but she would reveal her own porn stash, and he’d be like: what?? I thought you were innocent and pure?? what the fuck is life?? She’d insist on them reading it together, but one day she burned all his porn and he just stared at the fire mentally thinking MY PORNNN WHYYY. She would grab him by the shoulders and kiss him, her tongue stroking his sensually, and say that they didn’t need to read those things anymore when they’ve got each other now. He took those words to heart. (;

Ieyasu: Okay so, the first time she initiated something, he took out his katana, I’m going to kill you bitch, blah blah blah, but his moment of glory was killed when she laughed and said, “That’s alright, I like it rough.” His face would light up affff. But then his pride would kick in and he shove her on his bedding, looking down at her from above. However, he still felt a bit shy, until she switched their positions and took the reins. Then they had a five minute changing positions fight, but we know who ended up on top that night. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Mitsunari: I HAVE A FEELING HE’D HATE IT OML. BUT I ALSO HAVE A FEELING THAT HE’D BE THE BIGGEST SUB EVER. Like, this MC has to have a heart of stone to be able to live through the insults that would pour out of his mouth, and if she did live through it to find what made him aroused, she would be veeeryy satisfied by the begging that replaced those insults. She’d live on making him blush by bringing up the events of the other night.

Kenshin: So nice about it. She didn’t even have to finish her sentence for him to know what she wanted. There wasn’t a single time that they had sex that it was half-assed, he puts quality into every experience. He’d ask her if she wanted to be on top, or if there were other things she wanted to try, and would be open to everything she has to say no matter how provocative it is.

It’s been far too long my darlings. I figured that I would come off hiatus with a bang and finally finish Plague. You’ve been left on tenterhooks too long. It was surprisingly difficult to write this because I wanted to get it right and just couldn’t figure out how to do it. Hopefully some extra feel-sy music will help - play this during the final scene in Loki’s room to destroy your heart. :D So many people enjoyed this story that I don’t have space to tag them all here so I will do so at the end. In the mean time, enjoy! 

Plague (Part 9)

Part 8

Loki’s eyes fluttered apart and revealed a shadowed ceiling. He didn’t remember falling asleep but his entire memory seemed to have merged. Images of blood and fire stained his eyelids; he daren’t close them again.
“I hope you are feeling rested,” said a warm voice. Shifting slightly, he felt the gentle touch of a sheet covering his body. A pillow comforted his head from beneath, a head that felt irritatingly heavy when he tried to lift it. How long had he been asleep?

“When did I-”
“The journey back.” Thor smiled. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you so exhausted – your eyes were wavering for most of the flight, though their focus never shifted. You spent the entire flight by her side.”

“How is she?” Loki asked with sudden fervour. He turned to Thor and saw him, really saw him, in the dim bedside light. Thor’s face was hollow and pale, weighted with lines of worry.
“She is stable, for now.” He said, looking solemn, contradictory to the words that filled his brother’s heart with hope. “A lot of blood was lost and that has left her condition critical.”
“But she is alive?”
“Yes, Loki. For now (Y/n) is alive.”

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The Valkyrie- Chapter 1

“No need to look so menacing, sweetheart.” Loki murmured in your ear. “This is the elven king I am treating with, not a horde of orcs.”

You bit your lip, trying to ignore the tingles down your spine.

The flush on your cheeks, the quickening of your breath. There was nothing that made a Valkyrie’s blood run hotter than the prospect of danger.

He had insisted on your company this night. For protection, he claimed. The Mirkwood elves were lean, war-hardened creatures with wild, dangerous temperaments. A valuable asset in Loki’s quest in gaining his rightful place as king and ruler of Asgard. But it was yet to be determined whether the king of the Woodland Realm was ally or adversary.

The elven procession was approaching, and the last thing you needed was to be distracted by his throaty sensuality, the electrifying warmth of his close proximity. You pulled from him in annoyance, adrenaline rushing. You had to focus.

The elven king strode forward in his brocade robes, hair cascading down his shoulders like a silver waterfall. He eyed Loki with a cool disdain, his nose upturned.


Loki gave him a charming grin and bowed, half mockingly. “Thranduil.”

Thranduil narrowed his eyes, looking hard at the Asgardian. Then his gaze fell on you.

You had not expected to see fire in the piercing blue. He tilted his head ever the so slightly. Suddenly a red-haired elf by him leapt towards Loki, silver blade flashing.


You blocked her sword with your twin daggers, inches from Loki’s face. You could hear the pounding of your heart, feel the maddening heat racing through you. She ducked as you swiped at her, and kicked your legs from under you. As you fell, you threw a dagger at her face. She knocked it from the air. You used the distraction to slam her in her shins. Her arms were pinned down with your knees, your remaining dagger against her throat. You glared triumphantly up at the elven king. Your breath was ragged now. Your lips were parched, your chest tight and heaving against your breastplate.

A faint smile played on the elven king’s lips. “…Quite a fighter you have protecting your mirage, Loki.”  


You ground your teeth. The bastard. He brought you here not because he couldn’t protect himself, but to watch you burn. And he was enjoying every minute of it.

There was a rush of wind behind you as the mirage vanished. A warm, familiar hand grazed your shoulder. The sensation was almost painful. The real Loki had materialized, wearing his full regalia. Slowly, you released the elf and pulled yourself to your feet, every cell on fire.

“It seems as if elves are not easily deceived by Asgardian magic,” Loki laughed, shrugging. “I am impressed. Although I still don’t know what the fuss is about. I thought we had already reached an agreement.”

“We had. But you have yet to fulfill your side of the bargain.”

“Killing a dragon is no easy task; you know firsthand the dangers of facing such a beast. Surely there is something else I can offer in the meantime for a few thousand men.”

Thranduil was quiet, his expression unreadable. Then he turned to you and stared you dead in the eye. “…The Valkyrie, perhaps?”

Loki narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly. Then he threw his head back and laughed. “I’m afraid the Valkyrie is not mine to give,” he lied smoothly. “She serves me on her own free will.”

“I see,” Thranduil said softly, his gaze lingering as if he were drinking you in. “I will give you time to consider a counter proposal. You and your Valkyrie are welcome to stay in Mirkwood in the meanwhile.”

He turned on his heel, his elven guards following after him deep into to the woods.

“Your rise to my defense was unusually slow tonight,” Loki said gruffly, cupping your chin and tilting it towards him. “You seem…distracted.”

Your senses still simmered from the brush with violence. He was too close, his lips a sensual flick away. His breath was warm on your face, his grasp firm.

“I promised to defend you. I was not aware I was to defend your shadows as well.“

He trailed his fingers down your face. “…I gave you freedom to choose how you serve me. If you’ve chosen to protect me, then protect me.”  

You swallowed a low moan. Stupid hormones. Stupid Loki. 

You swatted his hand away irritably. "Are we heading to Mirkwood?”    

“You’ve but just met the king of elves, and now you’re so anxious to go to Mirkwood,” he said sourly, wrenching his gaze from you.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Fine then.” He snapped. “We will go to Laketown first. Watching you fight has me worked up to quite an appetite.”

Loki’s “appetite” tonight was a voluptuous brunette and a lean, spritely red-head. You stood by in silent indifference as he hooked the tavern girls with the slightest crook of his finger, the seductive curve of his smile. How effortlessly the gods enthralled the mortals.

He spirited the four of you to the Halls of the Woodland King, where the elves were expecting your company. The elven guards raised their eyebrows at the humans but said nothing, showing you to the guest quarters.

Once in his room, he threw himself on the plush feather bed and gathered the two giggling women into his arms.

“Such delightful hospitality!” He drawled mockingly, grabbing a pillow. “Silks! Satin! Courtesy of the splendid elven king Thranduil, the only elf in the whole galaxy with a stick permanently up his arse!”

The red-head guffawed too loudly.

“They say a dragon shredded half his face,” the brunette rasped dramatically. “He uses magic to mask his disfigurement.”

“Oooh, battle scars!” Loki snickered. “Is that why you couldn’t take your eyes off him earlier, Valkyrie? He’s just your type!”

“…It’s late. I’ll take my leave.” You said flatly, heading towards the door.

The way he looked at you then, like a storm cloud had swallowed engulfed the sun.

“…You know I brought them here in jest,” He said quietly, the laughter gone from his voice. “Stay, and I will send them away.”

Jest? Spiteful, petty, jealous god. You can play that game too.

“…Good night, my lord,” you muttered, and closed the door.

The Mirkwood guards let you out of the cold stone halls and into the fresh silence of the woods. You leaned over railings of woven branches, overlooking the waterfall, the water crashing down against jagged rocks.

It had been three years since Loki claimed your life-debt. Six months since he began following you with eyes of forlorn longing.

Were he not in exile, he would never have given you a second glance. You knew it was only his loneliness that drove him to you.

A part of you hated him for it. Another part of you secretly yearned.

“It is not safe in these woods alone at night.”

The voice was low, soft as distant thunder. Your hands were on your blades, your breath caught in your throat. It was the elven king, pale under the moonlight like a silver ghost. He leaned against the trunk of a gnarled tree only a few feet away. You did not know how long he had been standing there, watching you.

You should have sensed his presence. How could you not have seen him? The base instinct of fight or flight took hold, adrenaline streaking through you like lightning as it did earlier in the night. Danger, your body purred. Delicious, delightful danger.

“I can fend for myself,” you murmured.

He drew closer. He was very tall. With broad, muscular shoulders and heavy-set chest. There was something very carnal about the way his robe flashed blood orange against blackened silver, and you could not help wonder what sort of man one would find beneath the brocade.

“I have seen for myself how a Valkyrie is a force to be reckoned with. Odin must truly regret having lost one of his finest warriors.”

“He regrets nothing,” you growled, your temper rising at the thought of the tyrannical old buzzard. “If he had his way, I would be burning alive on a pyre. Loki smuggled me from Asgard, before I could be executed.” 

"A Valkyrie’s life spared is her life owed. So you do belong to Loki.”

There was that slight smile again. You could feel him studying you, a tiger eyeing its prey.

"He holds my life-debt. I belong to no one.”

“But you are precious to him.” His words dripped from his lips like honey. “Guard, soldier, assassin. Bound by honor to fight, to kill as commanded by whomever holds your debt.”

You nodded. “To go against the honor of a life-debt is lethal for Valkyries. Our hearts would stop mid-beat should we refuse to kill or defend as ordered.”

“Can a Valkyrie life-debt be transferred?”

The elven king’s expression was unreadable. You bit your lip.

“…Why do you ask?”

There was no mirth behind his smile. “I have a twisted dagger scar that runs between my shoulder blades. A jagged parting gift from one who had, up until then, been my confidant and most trusted bodyguard. I have made many enemies over the years, and I need someone I can trust. Loyalty, like trust, must be earned. But honor…” He took your hand and raised it to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. “Honor is intrinsic. If it is honor that binds you to your god, then I will have that same honor bind you to me.“

Your heart fluttered like a banner in the wind.


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AN: An Nalu prompt for nalu week: secrets. Angst based inspired by Enzo. Self edited. Not sure if it’s good but here it is. I think this is my first angst oneshot. First time participating in nalu week. Yay!

Summary: Because what is life without one another, For Natsu, that was the end of everything.

Title: Past is the Present


“No.” Lucy shaked her head. Was this the truth why the Hearfilia blood continued? Lucy looked at Acnologia’s silent eyes. Her hands twitched, not knowing whether to deny the claim or hug herself in pain of what he was saying.

“That’s crazy!”

Acnologia just smirked, the same knowing smirk Natsu often used on her. The mischievous one where he knew something and was teasing her before telling her the truth. On Acnologia’s cruel face, this was wrong.

“Really Anna? Ooops, nowadays you go by Lucy right?” the black dragon said offhandedly.

“What’s with these memories?” Lucy shut her eyes off in denial, hugging herself as she shook, memories of a long time ago flashing into her head one after another.

“It’s simply the truth. And you haven’t really change, haven’t you Anna?” Acnologia had a thoguthful frown as he crossed the distance between the two.


Any protests Lucy had was done as Acnologia wrapped his arms around Lucy, tucking her under his chin, his hands were just as calloused as Natsu’s did, weaving his fingers through her hair way too familiarly.

Lucy’s tears stopped, eyes’ widening at the very familiar way she was being comforted. The warmth, was it hers that felt the same or the one she and Natsu shared many times? Acnologia waited for a bit of time, waited for Lucy to stop her tears and get her act together. As soon as she did, Acnologia took hold of Lucy’s chin so the two could look at one another.

A watery smile filled Lucy’s face.

“How is this even possible?” Lucy couldn’t help but ask.

“Fate is sick.” was his simple answer.

Lucy gave a sigh at his response. “Fate? Huh?”

Confusion marred Acnologia’s face for a second. “What about it?”

Lucy pushed Acnologia away. “That’s why you gave up?” Lucy asked, sadness marred her face. Lucy knew that the sadness she felt, it was something Acnologia knew because he knew Anna. He knew that the sadness Lucy felt was for Anna’s as well as for him.

Though Lucy shared Anna’s memories and face, the celestial mage knew something Acnologia didn’t.

“I didn’t give up. I just understood what needed to be done.” Acnologia said with a frown.

Lucy’s eyes flared and shined with a knowledge she knew the black dragon wouldn’t like. The next words wouldn’t bode well for him. Or for her.

“It was unfortunate. And sad. Anna didn’t deserve what happened. Neither did you. But this Acky, this Acky, will not solve-” Lucy never finished her sentence as a tight hand wrapped itself to her neck, preventing any words to come out.

For the first time, a wild rage that was unseen showed itself.

“Do not call me by that name!”

Lucy tried to raise her arms feebly, her helpless self trying to claw at him. “It’s not…same… Anna… and I…you, it’s different!” Lucy gasped.

Acnologia laughed. “Saying all those things. You still haven’t changed at all Anna. Still same old Anna. Looking at me with those same fiery sparkling eyes. Still believing in people no matter the lies that you were fed with” He shook his head at her words.

“No…It’s not…late…Not Anna, …I’m Lucy…be…lieve in..Nat…su” Lucy struggled to say, hoped marked her eyes. even as the world was turning blurry for her.

“That dragon’s kid, END?” Acnologia scoffed. “He’s the last thing you would ever hope for. He’s the biggest contraction ever. Even more darker and will eventually be more twisted than me. But Lucy, I’ll at least ease you of your suffering, just so you don’t go through with what Anna experienced.”

“Natsu…?” Brown eyes gazed at nothing in particular, her body stilled as Acnologia tore through her stomach.

And this was the sight Natsu came to.

Lucy was bleeding.

A soft thud was all he heard as the girl most precious to him lay on the ground, seem to look at nothing.

Everything was just a blur to Natsu. Everything was supposed to be okay. He had trained so hard to make sure that the guild was safe, to make sure Lucy would be safe. Natsu didn’t want to see that ever again. Future Lucy’s tearful face as she fell to Lucy’s arms without her right arm. Igneel in front of him but unable to do anything. He swore to do everything to make sure that won’t happen. She was everything to him. The only thing that mattered was to see her smiling again. He wanted to see Lucy’s starry eyes, her shining gold hair, laughing and happy.

The world seem to think differently. Maybe it hated the good things. He didn’t care who or what was happening. Lucy needed him.  Natsu ran to Lucy’s side. All that mattered was Lucy.

Natsu put Lucy to his arms, hoping that this was just a nightmare. “Natsu… everything will be…okay.”

“Shhh, No. Lucy. You’re not going to die! Don’t talk okay? Wendy can fix you!” he said as softly, hands trembling. His body knew how too late it was to save her. Once again, he was late. Too late for everything. Too late to save the person he loved the most. Too late to save the person who mattered the most.

Lucy simply smiled, the lovely brown eyes that sparkled endlessly were now dull.


“Lucy?” despite what facts told hims, even as the thud of her heart faded, Natsu hoped that some twist of fate would save Lucy. Tears fell down his cheeks, some landing on Lucy’s cheeks.

Then next thing he felt was a strong kick that seem to take all the air out of his lungs. “There are strangely, still, seven dragon slayers left.”

Natsu raised his head to see the person who killed his Lucy.

In front of him was a man with wild silver hair, tattoos marking all over his body. He didn’t know the man but his scent was one Natsu recognized. It was the scent Natsu couldn’t forget. It was a scent darker than Zeref’s. It was a scent that emanated death. It was the same scent that ended Igneel’s life. This bastard ended Lucy’s.

The man looked at him with cold eyes. “I thought one of them died. I guess I’ll continue with you.”

“So you’re the one who killed Lucy?!” Natsu growled to which Acnologia seemed a bit happy.

“I just save your Lucy pain that she never had to experience again.” His cryptic words just made Natsu angrier. It didn’t matter what Acnologia said. Lucy was dead. Nothing would bring her back. His clenched his fists not noticing the odd darkness covering him. The usual vibrant red was turning a strange dark shade of red, odd black mixing with his flames. Two horns sprouted. A dark red tail tore through the back of his pants. His back aches as wings grew out on his back. His schlera turned black. These changes didn’t matter to Natsu. He didn’t feel anything but anger and hatred. Maybe Zeref was right. Nothing in this world mattered. Nothing mattered if Lucy was gone. He was never going to hear her voice again. He was never going to see those golden hair shine like the sun again. Natsu will just destroy everything. For the first time, he felt immensely strong. Like he could overpower everything. There was nothing he could not do. It was too bad this power didn’t come earlier when he needed it the most. It just goes to show how worthless everything was. This world took Igneel from him. It made countless people cry. It made Lucy suffer so much. He decided then that he will give back all the pain back. It didn’t matter who. Whether it was this bastard or Zeref, it didn’t matter. Natsu knew another guy would eventually come and cause a problem bigger problem.

Natsu’s irises became sharper. It was full of rage to which Acnologia had a twisted smirk on. He flexed his arms, Lucy’s blood on them which made Natsu see red.

Everything was a blur. His mind was black. There was nothing. He threw punch after punch. He gave whatever hell he could. Pain was nonexistent. Whatever punch, or kick Acnologia sent him, it didn’t hurt. Nothing was worse than the pain of Lucy being gone. He was faster, stronger. His body was more durable. Strength didn’t matter. What mattered was he ends everything. They exchanged blow after blow, not caring what they destroyed: forests, lakes, and people’s screams of terror went ignored.

Acnologia was nothing compared to him.

“Why are you smiling?” Natsu growls angrily. Both were badly injured. Burns, blood, bruises and cuts all over their body.

“Why?” Acnologia stated as he gave a belowed.

“In the end you proved to Lucy how wrong she was. And I was right all along.” Acnologia rasps.

Natsu steps on Acnologia’s abdomen. The black dragon coughs as Natsu watches as the black dragon struggle to breath.

“Now, you’ll be me! If…your Lucy was alive…, she’s going to do everything to stop you, just like Anna did. Now that you’ve done the deed by having me on death’s door, bathed in my blood that killed thousands of dragons, you’re something like me but worse. You’re beyond a monster, beyond saving. Lucy won’t be able to do anything for you Who knows? What if Lucy was alive?”

“What are you talking about!?” Lucy was dead. Life was gone, taken by this dragon’s hands.

“You don’t know much about her as much as you do. You’re forgetting she’s a Heartfilia.” Acnologia smirks weakly.

Feeling a rage at this, Natsu stabs his hand through the dragon’s chest. Acnologia’s eyes are the same as always, that tint that Natsu didn’t like, like he knew something that the fire dragon slayer didn’t. If Lucy was here, she would have known what to say. And that talk of her alive?! Natsu roars in anger. Tears fall his eyes and a loud wailing roar echoes through the sky. She was gone. Lucy was never coming back and all that was left was destruction and a monster.

An unsalvageable monster.

In the distance, a strange golden glow emanated. A golden haired woman sits up, her hands on her flat abdomen that exists. A sad smile forms on her lips and her fists clenches in pain. The sky now had a red hue as if it foretold a tradegy like no other.

“Natsu, I accept this.” she whispered to the wind.

She struggles to stand and her hand fingers her keys lightly. Her celestial magic had saved her. Her luck always had rotten timing. She whispers an apology on what she’s planning to do, brown eyes turning at the red sky. Her other hand clenches by her chest. Her eyes closes in despair on what’s going to happen. Was this what Anna felt when she was at the point that Acnologia had to be stopped?

No matter what happened, Lucy decided a long time ago that Natsu was her future, remembering Natsu’s face when he was suffering from tumor. If this was his decision, she will follow through even if it meant destruction for the both of them.

“After all, Natsu, it’s always fun if we’re together right?”

Bronze (Kyungsoo x Reader)

How’s it going everyone? The moment so many people have been anticipating has arrived: my newest Kyungsoo scenario is ready now! Ever since I posted ‘Bookstore Shenanigans’ it has become one ,if not my most, popular work of writing on this blog. I’m so, so very pleased with the amount of hype that’s been cropping up around the blog for this scenario, so I hope it lives up to your guys’ expectations! I’m just so nervous as to how it will go over with you all. Anyway, please enjoy!

P.S. I’d like to thank Do Kyungsoo for being a human being and for putting me through my Kyungsoo Sexual Awakening faze. 

P.S.S. Just look at bae…Look at him! My feels for him have jumped up so much since I wrote this!

Originally posted by kyvngsoo

 You’ve never really been much of an outdoors kind of girl. You liked to much rather spend your time doing what you called ‘meaningful activities’ like watching Netflix or snuggling with your boyfriend. You didn’t like to tell most people that your everyday life consisted of your job, school, eating, Netflix, reading, and sleeping. You especially hated to admit that you were jealous of the happy and lithe, athletic girls who spent their weekends hiking with friends or taking romantic kayak trips with their boyfriends.  

 You knew any moment you could ask Kyungsoo to take you out into the country or forest anytime, and he’d be willing because he loved that kind of stuff. You just didn’t understand his incredible fascination with starting fires, setting up tents, and sleeping with bugs that could crawl into your ears. It was evident he was always a bit disappointed when he’d ask you if you wanted to take a day trip to hike and you’d always make up a not so valid excuse. You felt terrible for constantly disappointing him, but you just couldn’t find anything to gain from sleeping in the woods.

 You scrolled through Netflix, searching for a new show to binge watch over the weekend. You heard the door open and close, the sound of a bag dropping unceremoniously on the floor with a tired groan accompanying it. The familiar rich voice of your boyfriend reached your ears, “I’m home, ____.”  He walked into the living room, scoffing as he saw you were up to your usual Friday night activity of being unproductive. He lifted your legs from the couch and slipped underneath them, he tutted you, “Sometimes I wonder if you ever do anything else than this.” He slung his arm at the television in annoyance, looking at you earnestly.  

 You pouted at him, twisting your cold fingers through his, “Hey, I deserve this. I work almost full time and attend university, so I don’t want to here it, Soo.”  

 He shook his head wryly, lifting your joined hands, and kissed the back of yours softly, “That’s true. But don’t you think you should try getting out more often? When’s the last time you hung out with Nana? She’s your best friend after all, don’t you miss her?”

 You averted your eyes from his huge gorgeous ones, as you mumbled bitterly, “She’s been busy with her new boyfriend. I’ve been calling her and talking, but I only ever see her at school sometimes.”

 "Well, since you don’t think you can get together with Nana, how about you and I do something this weekend?“  

 You looked up at Kyungsoo, pursing your lips, “I thought we could just stay in this weekend,” you sat up and let your hand trace the lines of his chest through his t-shirt that still smelled faintly of his cologne, “And do things." 

 He swallowed at your touches, but his eyes hardened, "Oh no. As much as I love having our little sex marathons, I’m not letting you stay in this house one more weekend.”

 Your jaw dropped, surprised your usual tactics weren’t working, “What are we supposed to do then, Kyungsoo?”

 He smirked at your distress, loving how you realized you had no way out of his plan, “We’re going to go camping, babe.”  

 You just gaped at him while he smirked that evil smirk you both loved and hated. He closed your mouth with his hand, “Don’t waste your energy, babe. You’ll be doing plenty of that this weekend.” He raised his eyebrows at your dropped jaw with a mischievous grin.  

 You blushed at him furiously, “Yeah, right! You’ll be sorry this weekend when you don’t get any!" 

 He stood up smiling, "Oh, I’m not too worried about that. You should be though." 

 You crossed your arms stubbornly, "Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?”  

 He smoothed your hair gently, grinning amusedly, “I’m just not sure you’ll be able to resist." 

 You rolled your eyes at him, "Ha! Like hell, Kyungsoo.”  

 He rolled his own eyes laughing, “Alright, ____. We’ll see.”

 You found yourself in your two’s shared car, your head resting against the window. The country side rolled by and soon the car was swallowed into a miriad of twisting green trees. You sniffed disdainfully just to spite Kyungsoo, even though you had to admit, the forest was rather gorgeous. 

 Your boyfriend could tell you were trying hard not to look excited, so Kyungsoo just smiled to himself and murmured, “Almost there, babe." 

 You spoke toward the window, still pretending to be mad at him, "Oh, goody,” you deadpanned. 

 Twenty or so minutes later, Kyungsoo pulled down a gravel drive that led to a small parking lot where few other cars were parked. You grumbled at the sight, disliking how run down everything seemed to be.

  After parking, Kyungsoo popped the trunk and took out all of the gear: two hiking packs, a cooler of food and drinks, and a bag containing the two-man tent you’d bought for Kyungsoo a few Christmases ago. You took your pack and the tent, while Kyungsoo took his own pack and the cooler.  

 You could already notice a brightening in Kyungsoo’s demeanor as he led the way down the dirt trail that led to several of the most scenic campgrounds. There seemed to be more purpose in each of his steps, his mouth had a slight turn to it, a boyish curve of the lips that tempted you to kiss them, feel them. His eyes were gushing a thousand words, but he remained silent all the while you walked slightly behind him. You amused yourself on the long hike by studying the curves in his back, the flexing of each muscle under his tight, dark green shirt as he took his pack off and carried it by hand for a while.  

 You watched your feet for a while too, watching as they stepped over little grass sprouts or rocks. You were hardly paying attention anymore to where Kyungsoo was leading you, until you ran into his back clumsily.

He chuckled goodnaturedly, “Careful, ____. We’re here.”

 You looked up from the dirt path and gazed at the lush scenery around you. A small, but lovely clearing created the perfect space to pitch the tent, a fire pit already in place from the previous campers. A deep blue lake peeked shyly between the gaps of the oaks, beeches, and pines that guarded the clearing. Over the treetops, blue mountains saluted the sky with their jagged tops. It was absolutely breathtaking and you had no idea what to say.

 You didn’t have to though, because Kyungsoo was just quietly smiling at you, pleased with your reaction. While you were still gazing contently at the little flowers that sprouted around the clearing, Kyungsoo took your pack and tent bag from you. 

 You shot a glance at your boyfriend, who was already busy setting the tent up. Leaving him to his devices, you padded quietly toward the path that led to the lakeshore, delighting in the refreshing coolness the breeze that skated through the trees. As you broke the tree line, you gasped. No words could hardly do the scene before you justice. It wasn’t one of those dingy and murky lakes, instead it was like crystal azure sparkling silently over a few miles. You stood there for a few moments and then returned to see what progress Kyungsoo had made. 

 Kyungsoo had finished neatly erecting the tent, now diligently working on chopping firewood and starting a fire. He had rid himself of his shirt, his lean muscles rippling as he swung the hatchet down on a piece of wood expertly. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, but his eyes still read elation.
You bit your lip at the sight of his skin though. Recently, since the weather had gotten warmer, Kyungsoo returned to his habit of hiking shirtless on the weekends. His usually flawless pale skin had tanned to a golden bronze, darker than you’d first expected. Yes, you saw him shirtless all the time and you knew he was tanner than usual. But with his back, shoulders, and chest glistening slightly with sweat and the sun casting its warm rays onto his body…you couldn’t help yourself from staring.

 Oh, Kyungsoo definitely knew you were checking him out too. He smirked to himself, making sure to show off as much as he could to you. This was your payback for being so stubborn the other day. You watched as he straightened, swiping a hand across his forehead as he suddenly made eye contact with you. 

 Oh, boy.

 If his physical behavior said ‘make out with me and tangle your fingers in my soft dark hair’, his sultry dark eyes screamed 'I’m going to take you fast and hard against the closest tree’.  

 You were about to practically throw yourself at him and let him have his wicked way with you, but you remembered his cocky little smile from yesterday. You shook yourself, lifting your chin defiantly as you walked briskly past him to grab your back pack. Kyungsoo half wanted to laugh out loud at your resilience and half climb into a tree and never come down because he just failed at seducing you. 

 You climbed into the two-man tent, zipping it up, but leaving a crack large enough to peek out without being conspicuous. You smiled to yourself as you watched Kyungsoo pass a hand over his blushing face, a soft groan leaving his lips, “Idiot.”  

 As you unpacked, you grinned to yourself, thinking about how cute Kyungsoo had been. Yes, he looked like a completely innocent cupcake, which he really was. But he also could flip a switch and become so masculine and seductive in a nanosecond. Usually he acted sweeter and had to try pretty hard to be the latter, so it was a little hilarious to see him get embarrassed. 

 You moved to grab your and his sleeping bags, but could only find one. With your eyebrows drawn together in confusion you stepped out of the tent, “Kyungsoo? I could only find one sleeping bag. Do you know if we left the other one at the car?”

 If he was distraught from earlier, you couldn’t tell because he smiled up at you and said, “Why would we need two?" 

 You quirked an eyebrow, "Oh I don’t know, so that one of us doesn’t have to freeze?”

 He was completely nonchalant as he poked at the fire, “It’s a really big sleeping bag, I thought we could share it. Thought it would be more…intimate.”

 Damn him. Sneaky little shit. 

 "Oh, okay,“ was all you could reply with. You weren’t going to let him win. 

 He rummaged around in the cooler, pulling out two sandwiches, offering one to you, "Hungry?”

 You took it, grateful that he wasn’t trying to jump your bones every moment he could. You settled down beside him on the ground, the fire crackling softly. The two of you ate in companionable silence, occasionally commenting on the scenery. 

 You polished off your sandwich, leaning your head on his shoulder, “Thanks for bringing me out here, Soo.”  

 He kissed your head, smiling against you, “No problem, ____.”

 The two of you walked off from the campsite, exploring the area, and seeing all kinds of things. You spotted a fox, he picked you some wild flowers, and the two of you romped in the cool lake. The whole time, you hated to say that you were suspicious when he was going to make his move. Why couldn’t you just be normal and enjoy a camping trip with your boyfriend? 

 The sun set quickly and the two of you huddled around the campfire once again, talking very little as you both stared into the embers. You both were similar in the fact that you were content with just being with one another. You didn’t always have to talk, you could just be.

 You yawned loudly and he chuckled, his beautiful heart shaped lips curving into a grin, “Looks like someone’s ready to go to bed.”

 You nodded tiredly, allowing him to take your hand and lead you over to the sanctuary of the tent. Before you knew it, you were in one of his t shirts tucked against his chest as he settled into the sleeping bag.

 Big sleeping bag my ass, you thought grudgingly as you felt the rise and fall of Kyungsoo’s chest behind you, which was, mind you, bare. It was more distracting than you cared to admit, every little movement he made seemed to brush up against you in a way that was only a little teasing, but not enough. His fingers traced up and down your arm, causing goosebumps to tickle along your skin. He propped his head onto his elbow, humming in that velvety voice of his, a low and sensual song that invaded your senses. He was controlling all the senses that he new set you on the most delicious edge, your sense of touch and hearing. He knew you loved the sound of his voice and the feeling of his skin sliding against yours. 

 You swallowed hard, heat dripping into the pit of your stomach, as he let his hand sneak up your shirt, fingertips dragging along your sides. You let out a muffled moan, practically feeling the smirk on his face. 

 "Fuck it,“ you suddenly spit out viciously, twisting in the sleeping bag so that you straddled his waist. His eyebrows were raised in genuine surprise, not expecting you to be so forward and aggressive.

 You leaned down and connected your lips to his, your mouths gliding in a well practiced dance. Your hands slid over his chest, relishing the feeling of his smooth skin as he let out a soft groan. 

 You bit his lip gently, but hard enough to make his breath retreat with surprise, "That’s for being such a damn tease." 

 He grinned, his hands setting on the curve of your hips, "I’m not complaining if this is my punishment.”

 You rolled your eyes, brushing his hair from his eyes, “Of course you aren’t.”

 He laughed, his smile now wolfish as he rolled you over, his body hovering over yours, “So,” he lifted your shirt, immediately pressing kisses to your breasts and stomach. “How exactly is this my punishment? I’m getting what I want.”  

 You bit your lip as his satin soft lips and tongue traced over your naval, “Frankly, I’m not sure at all.”

 A warm, calloused hand came up and cupped your breast, “Maybe it’s best you’re not sure, babe,” he squeezed and you gasped, “Now let’s get back to my so called punishment. Or should I say, yours.”  

 You nodded frantically, his hand pressing to your aching core through your underwear. He looked more happy to be pleasing you than you could ever remember. Your voice choked out as his fingers nimbly slid your panties off, then deftly thrusting two digits into your soaking heat. His other hand was busy rubbing your clit in an almost studious manned, his focus only on your pleasure as you mewled led his name over and over.

 You propped yourself up on your elbows, eager to watch him doing his good work. You bit your lips at the sight of his tongue reaching down and licking up your essence. You loved the feeling of him pleasing you with his rough hands, and you wanted him, badly, but you wanted to surprise him as well. 

 You sat up suddenly, pushing him back down onto his back, loving the startled look on his face. Even in the dark you could see the glint of arousal and lust in his eyes, practically mind fucking you right then. You let your hands slide all over his chest, pinching his nipple hard enough to make him gasp. You smirked, leaning down so your lips brushed the shell of his ear, “It’s okay, baby. Moan as loud as you want, no one will hear." 

 He groaned softly, teasing you with a quaver in his voice, ”______!…“  

 You straddled one of his thighs, rubbing your dripping center up and down his leg, "Come on, Kyungsoo. Moan for me.” You rode his leg hard, knowing when you would whisper dirtily to him how aroused he would get. You hadn’t even touched his dick yet, but it was painfully erect, his hands shaking as they grasped your hips and pulled you into his lap. He sat up, biting up your arms, chest, and neck, leaving small bruises in his wake. His full lips soothed each bite as you lifted up, his hand guiding his throbbing cock to your heat.
You shivered as the head brushed against your folds, allowing a shaky moan to escape your lips.

 Kyungsoo took a hold of your chin roughly, locking his eyes with your own as he whispered huskily, “I want to see the look on your face when I put my dick in your pussy, _____. If you dare look away,” he smirked at your awed face, “I will pull out and leave you quivering in your own desire. So be a good girl and look at me.”  

 You nodded obediently, staring deeply into Kyungsoo’s dark orbs, and he into yours. You could see each other’s reflections in each glassy surface, projecting both of your greatest desires.  

 He slid you slowly onto his member, watching you carefully to see if you looked away. You were a disciplined individual, so you focused on the feeling of his penetration and the delicious look on his face as your walls tightened around him. Each of you moaned at the familiar feeling, loving how you were Kyungsoo’s first, and how he was yours. He was the only man you’d have desired to have in this way, filling you to the brim with his being. You’d been together with him for years and years, but the feeling of surprise never left you as he slid you down to the hilt, his well endowed member stretching you in the most desirable way.  

 "Kyungsoo!…,“ you gasped as he rolled his hips up towards you, one fluid motion that sent a thousand feelings racing throughout your body.

 You matched his rhythmic pace, running your trembling fingers through his dark hair, occasionally bucking a bit faster in order for him to see you wanted it faster and harder. Kyungsoo loved gentle love, you liked it a bit more rough and kinky, and he was always more than happy to oblige.  

 His fingers bruised your hips as he whispered darkly in your ear, "Does my baby girl love the way my dick fills her up? Does she want me to cum all over her?”  Kyungsoo’s pace had picked up dramatically, and you were struggling to keep up with him, so he roughly pushed you down onto your back and began to take you against the floor of the tent. 

 He hooked your knees over his shoulder, causing your moans to only be choked out, “Yes, Kyungsoo!…Yes…Yes!…”  

 At the sound of your voice he moaned loudly and you couldn’t stand it anymore because just his voice could make you come. Your release was violent with your heart skipping, your legs twitching, eyes fluttering, breathing choked as your world shattered around you in burst after burst of pleasure. Kyungsoo watched you writhe in pleasure beneath him, your name spilling from his lips as he came as well, his hot seed shooting in powerful spurts into you, your walls greedily milking him of all his release, “Holy fuck, _____!…" 

 The two of you road your releases out together, whispering your names, clutching onto arms, and kissing bruised skin. Oh, how you both loved the feeling of being completely one with each other. 

 Kyungsoo pulled out, watching as you winced at the feeling of him leaving you. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, hushing you gently as he pulled you into his chest. You pressed soft kisses to his body, wrapped up in his strong arms while he hummed contentedly. 

 "You win,” you mumbled into his chest, just loud enough for him to barely hear. 

 He grinned at you, “What was that?" 

You looked up at him pouting, "I said you win, Soo.”

He laughed that one lovely boyish laugh he did only for you, the laugh that took your breath from the first moment you heard it, “To be honest ____, I would say we both win in this situation." 

 Your pout spread into a small, shy smile, a hint of mischievousness underlying it, "For now, I guess." 

 He sighed, a tired smile on his lips, "You’re always ready for some competition, you know that?" 

 You nestled your head into the crook of his neck, whispering softly as you drifted off towards sleep, "Only if it’s with you, Kyungsoo.”

the line where the sky meets the sea

Time is fluid, when you’re a demigod. Mortals are not. (inspired by @youkaiyume and @jackkellyssweetheart‘s tags on this post). 

Time is fluid for a demigod. You go off for a while, to have adventures, help the mortals with their problems, defeat a monster or two and it’s fine! It’s all good. And if you happen to leave behind a certain curly-haired, feisty, determined princess–oh, sorry, daughter of the village chief–well, things will probably be fine. She’s a bright kid, the first wayfarer in generations. Leading her people and all that. She’ll be alright.

And so off you go. You fight monsters. You sass gods. You help mortals. You do you, basically.

And when you come back to that certain curly-haired, feisty chief’s daughter–you’re brimming with things to tell her, that creature you defeated, the new tattoos you’ve earned, the myths you’ve begun. And she’ll have her own stories to tell, of course she will and you’ll listen. To all of them! You won’t even interrupt.

And when you come back, you’re in for unpleasant surprise.

Things have–changed.

She’s not a kid anymore. Her father has stepped down, she’s stepped up. She is the leader of Motunui. She’s–what, eighteen? Twenty? You’ve never been good with mortal ages–a woman and a beautiful woman at that, tall, strong, graceful. Already she has her own tattoos on her back, arms, shoulders, legs that signify her chief hood. But the blue shell locket still hangs around her neck, nestles comfortably in the hollow of her collarbones (not that you notice, you’re just using your, you know, demigod powers of observation). She is delighted, no, overjoyed to see you, and you’re shocked by how happy you are to see her. She presses her forehead to yours, laughs and breathes into your face and you think, …oh no. Oh NO.

You are in trouble.

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My Queen Loki x Reader

“What is this filth? A bilgsnipe wouldn’t dain to desecrate these halls.” Loki’s coat billowing behind him as he stomped into the demolished living room of the Avengers.

“Loki, stop bitching for once? We finally get to spend some time in MY realm and all we do is fight.” Hands flopping into the air in exasperation.

“Hey how’s it going transplant?” Tony asked walking into the room cocky as can be. His brown eye’s dancing with mirth at the scene before him. Tony knew Loki and yourself had an interesting development of your current relationship.

The two of you attempting something serious after the Ragnarok incident. Loki nearly dieing, forcing the both of you to admit your feelings were more than sexual. The evening’s spent up bantering about intergalactic politics and accidental touches. The attraction borderline unbearable some days.

Today was not one of those days.

“I’m fine Stark. Have you seen my cousin?” Walking over giving the man a tight hug.

“Yup Sam is running over right now.” Stark releasing you as you launched yourself into Wilsons arms. His head resting on your’s while you buried your face into his chest.

“I missed you three months is too long!” Climbing up his body placing a bite to his neck.

“You’re still so weird, glad Asgard couldn’t change you.” Sam swinging you around with a laugh.

“Do not drop her.” Loki warned Sam with a strangled glare. If he hadn’t been your cousin he would be dead.

“Nice to see you too Loki. You guys staying for Christmas?” Sam pushing your wild curls out of his face.

“Yup, we celebrated all the summer holidays in Asgard. Now we get to spend the winter and fall ones here.” Hopping down and happily walking over to Loki Sam in tow, Tony at the bar.

“Well you barely made fall, Halloweens in less than a week.” Natasha announced with her entrance.

“Are you kidding?!?” Turning to face Loki as he looked away, avidly staring at the corner of the  wall.

The room going silent as you stomped over to your lover.

“Loki Laufeyson, where do you think you get off pulling shit like this?” The entire room wincing at the use of his full name.

“Darling I simply didn’t want you to miss anything.” Loki’s first attempt at placating all week.

“Don’t lie to me Loki.” The temperature in the room dropping as your powers flared to life. Anger depending on the type either inspired scalding heat waves or desolate cold. The icy anger spreading throughout your chest causing everyone to reach for a coat.

“Alright then, I hate your diminutive and drab planet. I wanted to stay longer on mine.” Ever since Thor pardoned him, his status had risen in Asgard to an acceptable level. His desire for earthly visits diminishing with your acceptance to spend time in Asgard.

“Ugh, excuse you but who came here trying to rule the drab and diminutive planet?” Loki flinching at the truth his green eye’s flaring while he gritted his teeth.

“While that may be true-” Throwing up your hand as you walked away. Stopping Loki mid sentence was the most sure fire of pissing him off. Right now you wanted him to seeth.

Loki turning his hand into tight fist’s as you walked away. Blustering away out of the glass doors that led to the balcony. He stopped momentarily to send a pillar of green energy into the skyline of New York.


You were sick of blatant arguments with Loki. Yes, you bantered and occasionally sassed each other about things, that was all in jest. Peace of some kind was all you wanted.

Honest disclosure, Loki and you hadn’t copulated in almost half a month. The both of you had been so busy with holidays such as Einherjar, Sigurdsblot, and Midsummer. Each of which was a long drawn out festival lasting for at least three days.

Sightseeing, each member of the family took you on tours of their favorite spots. Odin took you to the armories. Sif to meet the Valkyries and their beautiful winged mounts. Volstag to the best eateries in all of the nine realms. Three of which were not on Asgard, Loki still doesn’t that one. Thor to his own private hot spring so you could speak in private about your intentions for Loki. Loki of course showed you the library. Thousands of books some hidden other’s sought you out. It was the most fantastical place you had ever attended.

Of course family time that get’s compounded into a day a week. Royal duties such as meeting’s with emissaries and ambassadors hoarded much of their time. With Freya gone each member at even more work. The addition of a wife would be amenable to all.

All of this resulting in sex merely evading you both for two and a half weeks.  While neither of you was up to Tony’s standards of sex everyday, you weren’t nuns.

Every other day was more your style. Stolen kisses in the Library, hands roaming under clothes in shadowy corners ending in heated make out sessions. Caresses under the table when no one’s looking at dinner. Simply waking with the morning sunlight to the pleasure of the others company. On special occasions the complete surrender of trust to the other.


Loki was in your shared bedroom when you arrived. His arms bound behind his back in an intricate knot that only you could undue. His pale skin glistening from the sun light. Black hair resting on his shoulders, a soft caress you remembered well. Knees folded under himself as he turned his torso to look at you.

“Darling, I just wanted to apologize. Will you forgive your wretchedly sinful love?” Loki biting his lower lip while you groaned. Head rolling back in a semi circle while your breathing increased. Hand sliding down your breast, nail grazing your nipple through your sheer top.

Striding over to him steps larger than usual. Your clothes disappearing the second you touched him. Straddling his folded legs. Grasping his face as your lips locked. Arms slithering down his back.

“I love you, Loki.” Fingertips caressing his skin tenderly. Pulling back you slowly raised your hips up, foregoing foreplay all together. You were wet enough from his presentation and supplication.

Sliding down his length your lips kissing his neck. Every muscle in his arms and back twitching to be set free.

Riding him slowly while your nails raked down his chest just as slowly. Ass jiggling with every downward arch. Loki grounding his teeth as his orgasm built. His cock twitching inside of you.

“Faster, god, please go faster.” Loki resisting the urge to use his powers to get out of his knot. A mischievous smirk shifting into place from your kiss stained lips.

“No.” It was one thing to banter or argue but to openly challenge Loki. End results may vary, however, you were never disappointed.

“No?” The ropes disappearing with a small flux of power. Loki’s hands grasping your hips as he flipped you onto your back.

“Loki, baby,….” Gasps alleviating your throats ability to form actual words. Loki holding your hands above your head to prevent any further torture for himself. Down below he had activated his Jotun power of altering his body temperature. The stimulation of hot and cold in your most intimate space keeping you writhing.

“My Queen moan. Tell the world of your love for your king.” Loki breathily commanded into your ear.

His thumb slipping down to rub circles over your clit. The black silk sheets behind you almost too soft. Victory smile sliding into place as he recognized your orgasm signs. The lolling back and forth of your head, short breathy gasps interspersed with lip biting. Loki releasing your hands as he moved it to your lower back. Pulling you up slightly while he thrust into you.

Eye’s locked fingers tangling in his hair. Before either of you could become undone he kissed you. Capturing every sound of satisfaction for his own greedy purpose.

“I love you.” Loki trailing his nose over your cheek, placing delicate kisses to your jaw line.

The cover’s drifting into place over you both.

Your ability to control nature superseding his powers of illusion. Although to watch Loki fight in hand to hand combat was a real treat in itself. That skill is what got you two into trouble in the first place.


Scenario: You and Mino have been together since you were eighteen years old. You’ve been through so much together, but time changed who you both were, what you both wanted and, ultimately, it ended. It ended once, twice, and a million times after. Each time fate somehow bringing you back to one another; but how cruel could fate really be? For with every time you crashed back into the one another, you felt pieces’ fray and rip at the seams; pricked by love thrones that never healed.  
A/N: So this is the first part of the Pricked series. It’s told from Mino’s POV but will switch to the readers the next chapter. This scenario is going to be based solely off of his song he wrote for Exit:E. I really love it and I think it has a lot of good angsty feels (which I’m good at using). Since Mino said in an interview that his first love was at 18, I’m using that as when your relationship with him first started. I’m also having this set during SMTM4 times, because Mino with blonde hair gives me life. I really hope that you guys enjoy this as much as you did the Exit series!! This one is a little more complex, but I hope it is still enjoyable! I can’t wait to see what you guys think.
Genre: Mino x Reader

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