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turn off the lights // panic! at the disco

Heir to a Kingdom [3]

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

Um, NSFW/spoiler warning, you and Lotor frick at the end. If you are uncomfortable with smut, I will bold where it begins so you can easily skip over it, since this chapter has some important plot to it, as well. It’s just the Unnecessary Yet Obligatory Smut Chapter™.

There are so many loopholes in this story please forgive me

This is so drawn out I apologize, omg none of this makes sense but, I’m pretty damn proud

– Ryan

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

You’d been nothing but an enigma since you’d regained your consciousness. Lotor couldn’t figure it out. It was apparent even before your presence on that ship: you were a puzzle. Countless times he’s tried to get a rise from you – information – anything, but each time you’d unwittingly beat him at his own game.

And that’s what infuriated him to no end.

Lotor grits his teeth – he’s getting nowhere with this direct approach. Torture was looking more and more appealing by the minute, though he knew he had no method of interrogation that a mere human could withstand. And as much as he hates to admit it, your intel was too important to him to throw away so easily.

He paces the command hall, his frustration evident in his frayed behavior. It didn’t help that he had Haggar so far up his ass for information since he’d executed his plan. He was running out of options, and he was running out of time. He throws his arm down on a control panel, splitting the metal frame beneath his fist. Severed wires throw up sparks, and the malfunction pulls up the data files he’d collected on you. One, in particular, had caught his attention, and a smile spread across his lips.

Perhaps he wasn’t as limited in options as he had thought.

Composing himself, he steps down from the podium and strides out of the hall, leaving behind a few rather stunned officers.


“Let’s talk about this project of yours.”

Your head snaps up at him, a mix of shock and confusion. “I’m sorry, my what now?”

“At this ‘Garrison’, you were commended for your study of deep space exploration, were you not?” Still unable to follow along, you watch the man before you, waiting for the punchline.

“You were a pivotal force in the Kerberos mission.” A smirk graces his face as he finally, finally, sees a reaction in you. You immediately jump up, staring him dead in the face.

“What do you know of the Kerberos Project?” Suspicion bubbles in your chest, almost chokingly, as anticipation joins it hand in hand. Lotor shrugs a shoulder, before he backs a step, and walks across the cell. “That was the farthest you humans had traveled in your galaxy,” he begins, recalling the document with ease, “when you had the misfortune of crossing my father.”

“Your… Father?” You begin connecting some dots, shock registering as you stare at Lotor again. Prince Lotor. It all made sense.

He was Zarkon’s son.

Lotor’s lip quivers as he can see your brain working on the information he feeds you, but makes no comment as he continues his conversation. “Your technology is primitive, nothing like how the millennia have shaped Galran science.”

“What are you trying to get at, Lotor?” You ask, tentatively. You don’t know how to test the waters with him, let alone where you stood. He held information about you that the Garrison had kept classified. What else did he know?

“Only an arrangement. Knowledge, for knowledge.”


Of course, none of this had turned out how you would have expected it. It had been days since that exchange, but you were freed from your chains. Though you were free to roam outside your cell, you were still heavily monitored. 

Lotor was sure to keep a close eye on you. You didn’t know how you felt, given the opportunity to study on the Galran ship. You felt as though you should be looking for a way, or a chance, to escape. But if Lotor’s attention was on you, that meant less time for him to plan another attack, and you liked to think you were buying the team time to think of a plan. You laid everything in their hands.

“Incredible..” You mutter, looking over the algorithm used to generate energy. Lotor’s brow raised at your mutter, a bit intrigued. “Who would have thought the remainder would be used to carry the power, instead of using an even calculation… it’s almost like it’s using the overflow of energy to jumpstart the reaction, then to follow it into a continuous stream..” You move to the monitor plugging the equation in, and watching the diagram as it portrays an example.

“When you generate excess energy, you kick-start a reaction.” Lotor walks up beside you, watching the math he’d been so familiar with since childhood. “If you can harness the extra energy, it acts as a backup generator, rather than a destructive force.” You look up at him from the corner of your eye. It was the first time he’d addressed you since ‘releasing’ you and allowing you to roam free through the Archive.

“How do you divert the excess energy from the core of the reactor? That much power could destroy this entire ship.” You ask him, and he’s a bit thrown off. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him a direct question, but that’s what he deserves if he’s going to butt in. Flustered, he answers every question you give to him


“It’s too time-consuming.” Haggar had warned him. “It would be much easier to dissect her brain.”

This threat had angered him, but not for the reason it should have. “Do not dare touch her.” He’d seethed, “I can handle this myself.”

He roars, the frustration in his cry resounding through the walls. He throws more clutter off from the table, but even the sound of breaking glass or the aggression could quell the emotions bubbling in him.

“What am I doing?!” He growls at himself as he looks at the turmoil he’d created. Books of Galran physics and chemistry are strewn about, papers he’d put together, and for what? Some human prisoner? What did she even mean to him?

“Lotor?” Your voice reaches his ears, and he goes rigid. You look around the room before you meet his eyes. “Is everything okay?” You’re almost not surprised you don’t get an answer, but you’d heard his scream before, and the mess around the room only confirmed your suspicions.

Lotor just looks you over, studying you. Under his scrutinizing gaze, you shift a bit uncomfortably. “I just.. I thought maybe.. I would check on you. To see what was wrong.” You say, unsure how to handle the awkward silence. But with Lotor, you knew more than to push your luck. You could tell when you were unwelcome.

“Just know you can always talk to me, alright?” You say, giving him a look – he could discern it worry – before you turn back, and leave him to his thoughts.


It was apparent even before your presence on that ship, that you were a puzzle. You haunted his mind then, but you cloud his judgment now. His thoughts are filled with the time you’ve shared together, and he doesn’t understand why. Why you are so open-minded. Why you are so bright, and cheery. Why you could look at him, and smile. Why you are so forgiving of him.

Later that night, you had returned the book you’d been trying to read to the Archive, and you’d made your way back to your room. Turning the corner to your room, you notice a figure standing in front of your door as if waiting for you.

“Lotor, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you get some rest?” He shakes his head, lifting his hand. “Come.” He says simply, opening your door and leading you inside. 

Lotor gives you no time to speak before he pushes you up against the door as he closes it. His eyes swim with a mix of emotions as they cast down on you, and you fall silent. Words form in your mouth, but your voice isn’t strong enough to deliver them. Not at this time.

“What are you doing to me,” he barks, “it’s not just now. Oh, no. Since I saw you, you’ve been this little weed in my brain, sticking your roots in and spreading.” You tense under his form, unsure of what to say or how to act.

“It’s so hard.. My chest can’t take the pressure.” Lotor’s words strained as if he’s fighting to say this. Your hand risks the action and moves up to cup his face. His skin is warm beneath your palm, and you smooth it across his cheek until your fingers brush against his ear.

“Lotor, you deserve to be happy.” Your statement catches him off guard, and his eyes widen a bit. “You have made me happy these past few weeks. I’ve learned a lot, and you’ve helped me with that.” You can see he’s struggling with an inner conflict, a battle that you couldn’t ever understand.

“I wouldn’t have grown if it weren’t for your help. You know, you can always ask for mine.”

There’s a spark behind his eyes, and he’s fueled by a resolute decision.

Lotor immediately leans down, smashing his lips against yours in an effort to ease the fire lit inside him. It was by no means a firm kiss. It was awkward and passionate, and it delivered an electrifying sensation. It was rash but genuine, and your arms found their way around his neck in no time.

As he pulls back for air, Lotor’s hands fall to your waist, drawing you in. Though you were breathless, you were eager to kiss him once more. This time you lean up slowly, rocking onto your toes to reach his lips.

Now it’s Lotor’s turn to melt. Your kiss was slow and meaningful, and he could feel every part of your soul as if it’d touched his own. He’s overwhelmed with emotion, following your kiss until he’s leading it, and pulling you close to his body until it’s not close enough.

Your knees are wobbling, and you’re finding it harder and harder to stand on your own. When your lips break part, he takes you from the wall, and lifting you in his arms, he carries you over to the bed. Laying you down, he finds his way on top of you.

Lotor takes his time, looking over you. The way your hair splays out over the pillow, how your cheeks are flushed hot and your chest gently heaves to collect air for your lungs.

“Magnificent.” The praises fall from his lips, as he leans down, brushing his lips teasingly across your cheek. His breath fans over your ear and falls over your neck, and you shudder, bringing your shoulder up to protect your ear from the ticklish sensation.

“Truly.” He brushes your hair away, easing your shoulder so he can dip down, his lips capturing your ear. You give a small mewl, whining at the way it tickles slightly. He smirks against your skin, this time biting down on your ear. 

“Interesting.” He muses, experimenting here and there with your reactions. He couldn’t have ever imagined how heavenly these sounds would be, or how much he deeply wanted to hear them. But now that he has, he doesn’t want to stop. 

His hands return to your waist as his lips continue their assault to your neck. Reaching the hem of your shirt, his fingers curiously slip under, keen on exploring the vast expanse of skin that lies underneath. You wiggle under his touch, his nails scraping along your skin in a very intimate way. Your shirt bunches up as his hands trail higher and higher. His mouth latches to a section of your neck where you produce a melodious noise every time he bites down.

Your hands find his biceps, holding onto him for a lifeline as he sucks a mark into your neck. He continues to touch your abdomen, leaving no inch of your skin unexplored, until he’s met with the underwire of your bra. You bite back a noise, much to Lotor’s displeasure. He bites the mark he’s made, drawing a yelp from you, then licks at it before he pulls away to investigate the impediment at his hands.

“Lotor..” Your voice is a bit shaky thanks to his handiwork, and he looks a bit smug. Knowing he had this effect on you was doing wonders for his ego. His hands search your bra, trying to find out how to remove it. He finds the hooks, having you arch your back as he works it open.

His hands return to your shirt, but before he lifts it off, he looks at you. He looks you over. For any signs of regret, but mostly for permission. He wanted to know what he was doing was right. You nod, and place your hands over his, helping him remove your shirt and bra.

He lays you back down on the bed, this time admiring your bare torso. Once you’re settled, his hand splays across your stomach, pushing up slowly. It cups under your breast, and your breath catches in your throat. The feel of his hand against the sensitive skin brought a chill and some goosebumps, but his eyes remained on your face. He watched for every reaction and listened for every noise. As his finger brushed over your hardening nipple you gasped at the sensation, looking away from him.

His eyes then fell to your chest, looking over your perfect body. He leans down and experimentally flicks his tongue out over your nipple. You give a shaky moan, looking down at him for a brief moment. Intense eyes, blown with lust and burning with desire, meet yours as he repeats his action.

You close your eyes, and Lotor continues, pressing his lip to the curve of your breast, sucking in another mark. His hands explore more, one of them traveling to your free breast, the other to your hip. Though the soft, quiet noises were delicious, they weren’t satisfying. Lotor felt the need to hear you louder, more desperate. He couldn’t deny he was feeling a bit strained, his own desire flowing hotly through his veins, but he wanted to savor every moment.

His kisses trail down your body until his chin hits the button of your pants. Suddenly you’re aware of the situation and you yelp in surprise when he tugs harshly on the button. His lips curl into a smirk as he yanks your pants away, and you cry his name out in surprise. Amused, he lifts a brow and licks his lips, “is there something wrong?” He teases, and you pout.

“N-no, but–” a moan, a real moan, falls from your lips as you feel his fingers experimentally rub your core. He groans in response to the overwhelming sensations, mostly your moan being what set him off.

And now he’s driven. His eyes shoot up to you again, watching intently for your reaction. “But? What is it, my little ‘Nova?” He teases, and you shake your head. He rubs again, this time harder, through the fabric of your underwear, and you arch off the bed with a jolt of pleasure.

“L-Lotor!” You settle back on the bed, trying to recover. Lotor purrs, the sound of it reverberates through your chest, and you whimper. Your legs part just a little more, welcoming him between them. “Eager, aren’t we?” The smug victory could be heard in his voice and you simultaneously wanted to hide in your shame, and punch him.

“P-please..” The sound of your begging rings through his ears, and his cock throbs against the fabric of his pants. He groans in response and pushes your legs apart. The sudden action made you yelp and the way you wiggle as he finally takes hold of the waistband of your underwear has him growing impatient.

Lotor pulls them from your legs, immediately settling between them once they’re off. He drags his fingertips along the inside of your thighs, drawing out a weak whimper from you, before his finger circles your core. He leans down and parts your folds with his thumbs, “I think I’ll just help myself if you don’t mind..” His voice was laced thick with lust, his eyes trail up to your face as he lowers his lips to your center. His tongue takes a long, languid lick up, gathering your taste across his tongue.

You cry out once again, your hands digging into the bedding as your hips arch off the mattress. Lotor’s met with a struggle as you keep moving. He throws his arm over your hip, holding you down as he adds more pressure to his next lap, easily finding your clit.

Your moans tumble out carelessly from there, only egging Lotor on to continue his actions. You climb higher and higher to your climax as Lotor nips and sucks at your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, burrowing into his locks as he picks up his pace. Unable to control yourself, you’re shaking and writhing, so close to your finish, as Lotor moves from licking and sucking to sliding his tongue inside you.

The sensation of his tongue inside you and his teeth scraping against your clit sent your into oblivion, and you scream his name. Lotor helps you through your orgasm, his hand coming up to find yours, his tongue gently licking up the mess he’s created.

He fixes himself, straightening up and wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve.

“But we’re not done yet, little ‘Nova.” He says, his voice hoarse and heavy with desire. You shudder at the raw sound of it and help him remove his clothes though you’re still in a haze from your high. Lotor chuckles, and eases you back down, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes.

Easing himself between your legs this time, you see him from a different perspective. He kneels before you, bare and naked as you are, but infinitely more beautiful. Your hand comes up on its own, resting against his chest, and you use it to lure him closer. He lifts your hips, aligning himself with your core, and leans down to press his forehead to yours.

“You can turn back now.” He says softly, “if we continue, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. I need to know now; do you want this?” You take his words into consideration, but you already know your answer. Your arm folds behind him, pulling him closer to you as you angle your head to meet his lips. Knowing your answer, Lotor kisses you back, passionately, before he pushes into you.

You accept him well, though still sensitive from your first orgasm. You whimper into the kiss, muttering his name against his lips. He pushes into your velvet heat, and he’s holding onto only his last few strands of self-control. He growls low in his chest. He’s got half a mind to just pull back and ram back into you, but your comfort comes before his needs. As you try and steady your breath, you break the kiss to look him in the eyes. 

“P-please, Lotor, m..move..”

Something inside him snaps, hearing your weak beg for him. He growls, trying to hold himself under control. He pulls his hips back slowly, moving them forward once again. The friction of your walls around him drove him to sweet bliss, and he can feel his mind corroding from the pleasure. His head drops between you, his hair falling over his shoulders and tickling your chest as he moves at a slow pace.

It wasn’t satisfying enough, you needed more. You needed to feel him. You needed to hold him, you needed to be connected. You needed more. Your legs wind around his waist and your hands dive into his hair.

“Lotor, m-more, please, more..” He decided in that moment, that he could get used to your begging. He lifts his head enough to capture your jaw, and he peppers you with kisses. “More what, [y/n]?” He smirks against your skin. You can’t see it clearly, but you know it’s there.

“Please..” You start, but before you could finish, he bucks his hips rather harsh, delivering a jolt of pleasure deep within you. You moan in reaction and tug on his hair. He groans against your skin, distracted, but continues to tease you like such.

“Use your words, my little ‘Nova. What do you need?” He moves his kisses to your shoulders, and you whine in retaliation.

“F-faster, Lotor, please..” He thrusts into you, rolling his hips. He was driving you insane.

“What was that?”

“Faster! Please!” You beg, and he chuckles, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward faster than before. He’d picked up the tempo, lifting your hips to gain a new angle, and it wasn’t until he had you screaming that he was satisfied.

He watches you come undone for him, underneath him, and it was the most powerful feeling in the world. You were beautiful, writhing beneath him, a moaning mess, panting and screaming his name. He growls low as he feels himself nearing his end. He leans forward, and bites your shoulder, suppressing his moans as his hand comes between you both.

The way his body worked against yours has your mind reeling, feeling him thrust into you every time brought you closer and closer to your end. His fingers find their way to your clit, and he rubs mercilessly, sucking a new mark into your shoulder. The pleasure swallowed you and brought you down to another orgasm, and you clenched around Lotor, squeezing him until he, too, gave into bliss.

You scream his name one last time, and he moans yours, both of you falling into bliss together. Lotor collapses on his side, pulling you close. He doesn’t bother to pull out, not yet. He smooths the hair from your face and watches you as you come back from your fog. A smile passes his lips, and he kisses your forehead. The words remained unspoken in his mind, but in his heart, he’d already said them to you.

“Rest, [y/n], I’m going to take care of you.” He says, pulling you against him. You wanted to protest, to stay awake for just a while longer, but you had to admit you were exhausted. Your arm comes around his torso, and you nuzzle closer to him, pressing a kiss to his chest before you drift out of consciousness.

His smile fades as he watches you submit to sleep. He looks over your face for a while before he dragged out a sigh. Somehow you seemed even purer in your sleep. Something he could cherish.

“How can I be worthy of someone like you?”

Things I really wouldn’t mind in season 15: a Church that is not dead and stays that way.

Things I could really do without in season 15: yet another season about Church, finding him / reviving him / killing him, etc.  Had enough, thanks, hard pass.

Seriously, though.  Church shows up in episode 10 (like you do).  No one is shocked by this, they’ve been through this shit before.  He gets a couple of nods, a hug from Caboose and a pat on the back, maybe Tucker tries to punch him for being an asshole, and that’s it.

“Don’t you guys want to know how I got here?”

“Kinda busy right now, dude.”

“Wai-you… but.  ….Really?  No one is curious.”

“Heard it before, Church.”

“Okay wait a-no you haven’t, this is different, I’m-”

“Don’t have time for it.”

“But I was totally badass, okay, saving the fucking day and bullshit, you can’t just not care-”

“Too busy, asshole.”

And Church spends the rest of the season sulking in the background.  And that’s it.  That’s all he does.

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kids + water + camera gets a taste of suho’s wrath

Is there a scene in My Immortal where the one of the main character sacrifices themselves heroically to save the author from being run over by a car?  

1)I assume no

2)I think that, in retrospect,  if a real published book has a plot point so weird and self-indulgent that you go “okay, even my immortal wouldn’t do that”, it’s probably not the best choice for a blockbuster film adaptation. 

Fandom Friday

Okay, next Friday (July 7) is going to be an OC day on my blog. Anything goes. You can submit/send a link/tag me in any post about your OC. The post can be art, fic, gifs, general info, screencaps, ask meme answers - whatever you want, just share your OC.

Everyone is welcome, but I’m issuing an explicit invitation to black DA fans* to share their OCs because the fandom has been especially rough for them lately (always). You’re welcome here and I will share the hell out of your amazing OCs. 

For everyone who’s participating and even those who will just be watching, I encourage you to do some judicious reblogging and complimenting of the many fine OCs who will no doubt take over my blog. If you see an OC you love, give it’s creator a follow.

ETA: As always, you don’t need to be a follower or mutual of mine to be involved.

Please let me know if something is nsfw so I can tag.

*A reminder to you that you’re always welcome to tag me with your creations and OC info. Use me and my blog to shamelessly promote your joy.

Boost please?

  • Everyone: Why are you so excited?
  • Me: I mean, [enter the name of the show] is on TODAY and [enter the name of the ship that you adore] will be in it! I've read somewhere that they'll even share a scene together! They'll probably only look at each other BUT I'M COMPLETELY OKAY WITH THAT!