i'm so glad that i have her to watch and protect me every night

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #24

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Yes, it has been a full two weeks since the last “weekly” rec list. I have a good excuse. TOO MANY fics. There have been SO MANY excellent gen fics in the last two weeks, mostly because of @platonicvldweek​, that I simply could not stop reading long enough to make a list. I am serious. And if I listed all of them, it would be just…ridiculously long. So many fantastic authors participated, and most of them posted seven stories, one for each day, and I just can’t do a rec for every single one.

So this week only, the rec list is going to be different than usual. For a bunch of the recs, it’ll a link either to an author’s collection of Platonic VLD Week fics, or one in particular that I consider my favorite, and I’ll make a few comments about how awesome they are, though that really should be a given. And I’ll ask you, my dear rec consumers, to go and read EVERYTHING each author wrote and comment as much as you can, because we need to keep encouraging this to keep the train going. IT’S BEEN WORKING SO WELL! Gen in this fandom is flourishing! It’s SO much better than other fandoms I’ve been in! That’s awesome, and it makes me really happy, but we gotta keep it going.

Not every fic here was written for the event, so some will be regular recs the way I typically do them.

So Here’s what You’re Not Going to Do by BreakTheDawn
Words:  19,572 (WIP 9/?)
Author’s Summary: He lets them take out the frustrations on him. Encourages it really, because people need an outlet for their anger, and Lance has always been the best at making people angry at him. (And if his heart twinges a little every time he has to let someone be particularly mean to him, then he just has to remember that this is what he’s good at. What he’s good for.) But Lance is an older brother, and an uncle, and a younger brother. He learned sometimes keeping people means sacrificing his own feelings for a bit. He’s been taught that he can’t always let his feelings take a back seat though. After all, what happens if the rock falls apart? So, while Lance is always prepared to be the enemy on any given day, there are certain days and certain things that he will not let fly. Or, What happens when Lance is sick of his teammate’s shit.
My Comments: At first I was afraid this was going to be one of those fics where everyone feels OOC in order to make Lance into the perfect woobie, but it’s really not. Everyone (except Hunk and Coran) is just having a bad day, or misunderstanding things, and they take it out on Lance because he’s an easy target for one reason or another. But Lance doesn’t take it lying down, which is good to see, though it eventually becomes too much for him. I really like these kind of emotional breakdown fics, not gonna lie, and I’m very much looking forward the healing that I know is coming. Can’t wait for more.

Friends in Space Places by VelkynKarma
My Comments: I’ve recced this author before, so you should KNOW how good she is, but holy crap, she pulled out all the stops for this week. By far the highest word count, and every single word is absolute gold. I have a VERY hard time picking a favorite from this collection, but the day 7 fic is a multi-chapter How to Train Your Dragon AU that’s still being posted, and holy crap, it’s so good. SOO GOOD. But they’re all good! So much hurt/comfort, so much protective paladins, so much badassery all in one place. Just read them. Read them all.

Hand-Me-Downs, Leftovers by yet_intrepid
Words: 1,181
Author’s Summary: “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” says Keith. “I’m not lying,” Shiro says. He takes a bite of his pizza; Keith mirrors him with the burrito. “Every step is a good step.”
My Comments: Short and sweet and perfect. So much feeling in a cold piece of pizza and a microwaved burrito. And I feel like I’ve had the same conversation during my college years.

A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 1,143 (WIP 1/?)
Author’s Summary: The Gen fics from my 1000 Followers Special.
My Comments: Just subscribe now so you won’t miss any. The first chapter is Shiro comforting a distraught Hunk, and the rest are going to be just as high-quality.

Blue and Bruised by DizzyBunnies 
Words: 13,196 (WIP 5/?)
Author’s Summary: While saving innocent citizens from a minefield, Lance and the Blue Lion take a beating. Lance’s high brain activity threatens the use of a healing pod, so the team venture out to find a plant that may help Lance’s healing process. Hunk stays behind to watch after Lance, but will he be able to hold down the fort on his own?
My Comments: It’s hurt!Lance, and you know how much I like that. I really like the character interactions in this one.

How Much is that Doggy in the Window by isabeau25
Words: 1,039
Author’s Summary: Prequel to “What Every Little Kid Wants.” Keith finds Shiro’s birthday present and the rest of the team makes sure it will work out the way he thinks it will.
My Comments: I’m going to say this a lot, but read the whole series. The younger paladins work together to get a puppy for Shiro, and it’s adorable and wonderful. The first fic in the series is about Keith adopting a pet for himself, and it’s absolutely perfect.

Dream, Seam by ardett
Words: 4,937
Author’s Summary: Lance is the blue paladin. The Galra realize this before he does.
My Comments: I’ve screamed before here about how thoroughly this fic wrecked me, but I mean it. It WRECKED me. The author and I are gonna try to co-write a sequel, because I lost control of myself and wrote a thousand words of aftermath headcanons in the comments. So yeah. Look forward to that. Also read the rest of this author’s fics for Platonic VLD Week. They’re all great.

You’re The Only North Star (Platonic VLD Week) by story_monger
My Comments: Oh, man, so hard to pick a favorite. They’re all so GOOD, and they’re scattered evenly across the entire crew. I’m tempted to say Moonshadow, because it has hurt!Lance, but I think my favorite is actually The Beat Down for Coran just being absolutely BADASS and AMAZING and also interacting with Lance and reassuring him and just being…amazing. Gah, that fic made me love Coran so much, and I already adore him. Read it. Read them all.

Platonic VLD Week by hufflepirate
My Comments: Again, pretty much impossible to pick a favorite, but the Pacific Rim AU is SO COOL. And also sad and heartbreaking, but mostly cool. Coran is an amazing mentor to Shiro, and so smart and kind despite his unease with the way the Voltron jaeger works. And his relationship with Allura and backstory with Alfor were beautiful and tragic, respectively. Read read read.

Maja’s Platonic VLD Week 2017 by windscryer
My Comments: Such excellent, excellent hurt/comfort, and a lot of focus on Pidge, which is refreshing. I think my favorite is Break on Me for the protective Lance, but again, they’re all amazing. Read them all.

Impulsive/Spontaneous by gringle
Words: 9,230
Author’s Summary: Lance and Allura finally have a bonding moment. Part of Platonic VLD week: Day 6 Injury/Healing
My Comments: Such an EXCELLENT Lance, and great interaction for him and Allura. I love stories where Lance becomes a diplomat for team Voltron and uses his social skills to be amazing and badass. Yes, yes, baby, you have a thing, and it’s a fantastic thing that not everyone can do (I certainly can’t, myself), and you should be proud. I was so happy when Allura got angry, holy crap. Protective Allura is my jam. One of my jams. I have a lot of jams, but this one is delicious.

Small Fierce Things by playswithworms
Words: 5,241
Author’s Summary: Pidge is badly injured. Shiro does his best to angst over it, but is foiled.
My Comments: Pidge is an absolute badass, and so adorable, and the way she was EXCITED about the possibilities in what most would see as a horrible, unredeemable situation was amazing, and so her. Love this one. Love Pidge. Love Shiro.

Platonic VLD Week by BrOwNiEfOx
My Comments: I think my favorite is Pride as Family. Love that lion bonding, and everyone gets a chance to shine. It’s all good.

Measuring Up by MoonlitWaterSunnyRiver
Words: 1,092
Author’s Summary: Keith has insomnia, and finally decides to *do* something about it. Turns out he’s not the only one up at night. Keith & Lance friendship, written for Platonic VLD Week.
My Comments: Aw, boys. Good talk.

Foundation by buttered_onions for mumblefox
Words: 8,982
Author’s Summary: “Wait,” Lance says, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I thought you said you’ve known Shiro all your life.” “I might as well have,” Keith says. The story of how Keith and Shiro meet.
My Comments: STAR WARS AU. This is so so so good, holy crap. And it’s a Jed Temple Star Wars AU, where the boys are Jedi with all of the Old Republic Jedi crap about how attachments are dangerous messing up both Keith and Shiro and making it hard for them to navigate the friendship that both of them desperately need. But they figure it out. Gorgeous stuff, gorgeously written. Read the whole series.

Haircut by earthstar
Words: 1,946
Author’s Summary: Keith is in dire need of a haircut.
My Comments: I have previously recced other fics in this series. Just read it all. It’s all good. Then subscribe to the series so you don’t miss anything. Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.

Hair Care In Space by earthstar, isabeau25
Words: 7,764 (WIP 4/8)
Author’s Summary: Just because you’re travelling in outer space in a flying castle, doesn’t mean you can skip out taking care of your hair.
My Comments: Everyone is adorable and it’s all good.

Bridge This Gap by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) for mumblefox
Words: 2,287
Author’s Summary: Forming Voltron comes with side effects. A birthday fic

Gunna Go Far, Kid by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) for buttered_onions
Words: 3,034
Author’s Summary: Shiro finds himself in the body of a six year old. Again. He’s not any more happy about it.
My Comments: You should just click on anything that has BossToaster as the author.

Come Back (as pure as gold) by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 3,567
Author’s Summary: When Shiro steps out of his lion after the final battle with Zarkon, something is off. Seems like he missed something. Ten years of it.
My Comments: See above. Also this ones hurts and I hate it.

the art of the trade by tuesdayandtuesday
Words: 2,696 
Author’s Summary: day three of platonic vld week - lions/bonding in which keith and red share a moment or three. s2 spoilers.
My Comments: This one is gorgeous and heartbreaking and so, so worth it.

Catch & Release by anonymous_scapegoat
Words: 2,625
Author’s Summary: Some Galra grunt makes the mistake of putting Pidge and Lance in the same cell. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
My Comments: Pidge and Lance being smart and snarky and perfect and working together really, really well. It really felt like an episode of the show.

when it rains, it pours by tuesdayandtuesday
Words: 2,461
Author’s Summary: day three of platonic vld week - lions/bonding in which lance cannot bear to be himself, and blue cannot bear to have him otherwise. s2 spoilers.
My Comments: I love Lance and Blue interaction so much, and this is beautiful.

Family is the Mixture of Chaos and Caring by CamillaLynne14
Words: 1,883
Author’s Summary: The teams morning has been… Chaotic. With a rough start to the day, then right into an intense training exercise, Coran and Allura feel guilty for how hard they’ve been working them. So the two form a surprise that may not go as planned.
My Comments: They tried, and no one should criticize them.

Hologram by AboveWeird
Words: 1,302
Author’s Summary: What Lance never anticipated was missing the stars. It felt so weird, so wrong to be out here among the stars when he knew nothing of their names or the myths they took part in. Most of all he missed the sun. It seemed like a silly thing. A giant ball of flaming gases shouldn’t be so dear, but yet no other star could ever mean as much. It had watched over him, looming and unseeing, for all of his life. It was a constant. And now, by an unthinkable turn of events, it was gone. All he had left was this hologram.
My Comments: Cuddle pile on Lance! It’s good.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:
Handbook of Demonology by squirenonny for Pechat
Scattered by avidbeader
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny
Bromances in Space by ptw30
Playing Catch-Up by 5557
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
In Sickness and Health by JamtheDingus
Chrono Story by Crowoxy
The Size Of Our Actions by buttered_onions
Silver Lining by HeIsSoBlue
Project G.A.L.R.A. by GemmaRose (now complete)
Coming Undone by Emerald_Ashes
Beautiful Minds by PotatoBender
Mini Lions by earthstar
Aid by Haurvatat

anonymous asked:

I love your work! >u< I think they've said in game, that Link still have some scars from that battle where he almost died. Maybe a fanfic where Zelda sees this scars...? 7u7

Post end game.

Zelda stirred the pot of stew she had prepared, relishing in it’s scent. She had never been that much of a cook, for obvious reasons, but Link had been more than willing to help teach her. It appeared that he had become quite the chef on his journey. The thought raised a smile to her face. Now he can be even more of a glutton.

It had been a long day of traveling for the heroic duo. It would take about another day to reach their destination, so Link had suggested they set up camp for the night. After they started a fire and put up their tent together, Link mentioned he was going to search the woods for any monsters and make sure they were okay before leaving. But that had been almost an hour ago.

Zelda stood up and brushed off her pants. She was beginning to feel anxious – she had more than enough faith in Link (after all, he took on and survived Calamity Ganon) but she couldn’t help but worry. There were still monsters wandering about the kingdom. The Blood Moon was finally gone but they had yet to get rid of all the beasts. At least now they would finally stay gone.

The to-be queen waited a few more moments before she decided she was too impatient to just stand around waiting, and made her way into the forest.

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anonymous asked:

I'm dying for a fic where someone gives Alex the shovel talk (Maggie's cop partner? Her childhood best friend? I dunno) and Alex has had that talk from previous boyfriends' sisters but this time it feels so very different to hear.

M’gann likes Alex almost instantly.

Likes her because the surface of her thoughts is conflicted – always conflicted – but the welfare of other people?

The welfare of other people is always screaming along with the disdain for herself when she feels she can’t do enough for others.

M’gann knows that feeling.

This girl looks too young to bear all of that.

But M’gann had been too young, too.

No. The Green Martians – all of them, even the eldest – had been too young.

She shakes her head and she focuses her attention back to Alex Danvers, to the young woman who’s courting her Maggie. 

Her Maggie, because the nights that Maggie has too much to drink, M’gann is the one to put her in a cab.

Her Maggie, because the nights that Maggie is sober but lonely and angsty and needy and single, M’gann makes out with her in dark corners because they’re friends, yes, close, close friends, but they both need someone warm, they both need someone affectionate. 

Just a little. Just enough to get them both through the next hour, the next night, the next day.

Her Maggie, because M’gann gives her relationship advice and Maggie listens to her stories about Mars.

Her Maggie, because most humans care that M’gann looks like a Black woman, and because most humans would care if they knew what horrors lay under that beautiful skin, but Maggie? 

Maggie is her friend, for every bit of her.

And M’gann loves her for it.

So she likes this Alex Danvers. She likes her quite a bit.

She seems fiercely protective of Maggie and she seems fiercely devoted to making her smile.

But she’s also new to this whole thing. This whole coming out thing.

She’s also got rage that she channels in ways that are going to hurt Maggie, one day. Not directly. But it’s going to hurt Maggie to watch. Enrage Maggie to watch.

And on top of all that, she holds Maggie’s heart in her hands in a way that M’gann has never seen anyone have it. 

Because she’s never seen Maggie cut her heart out of her own chest and present it to anyone like she’s bared it to Alex.

“Hey, Alex,” M’gann calls from the other side of the bar, flagging her down as Alex passes by to grab more change for another round of pool.

“Hey,” Alex stops, a dazed grin on her face. Like she can’t believe she’s on a date with Maggie Sawyer.

Because she definitely can’t believe it.

“Got a minute?”

Alex glances over her shoulder at Maggie, sitting on a stool next to the pool table, a small smile on her face, sipping at her beer and looking for all the world as happy and as dazed to be on this date as Alex is.

“Uh, yeah. What’s up?”

M’gann leans over the bar, and Alex does the same, brow slightly furrowed.

“Listen, Alex. I like you. You seem like a really great girl.”

“M’gann – “

“No, no, please let me finish. You seem really heels over head for Maggie, and that makes me like you even more. You have good taste. But Maggie… she’s easy to take advantage of. People tend to. Take advantage of her. Do you understand what I’m telling you, Alex?”

“I have no intention of taking advantage of her, M’gann. I just want to make her happy. I like that you’re being protective of her, I’m glad you have her back, but I… I just want to make her happy.”

“People rarely have intentions to take advantage of someone, Alex. Just… you seem like the kind of woman who leaps before she looks. Maggie? She’s worth both. Worth both leaping and looking. And if you don’t – if you only do one but not the other and you break her heart – I will break my vow of three hundred years to take no lives, and I will end yours. Do we understand each other?”

She says it calmly, with the hint of a soft smile, but a shiver runs down Alex’s spine.

Yes. She’s definitely gay.

“I won’t hurt her, M’gann. And if I did? I’d offer you my throat, because I’d deserve whatever slow, painful death you could devise for me.”

They hold each other’s eyes for a long moment before M’gann smiles.

“I was pretty sure I liked you before, Alex. Now I know I do. Get back to your date, now. Not polite to leave the lady waiting, hm?”

“Yes ma’am,” Alex smiles back. “And M’gann?”

M’gann glances up, the ghost of her smile still warm in her eyes. 

“Thank you for protecting her. She deserves it.”

M’gann smiles and nods slowly.

“Yeah, she does.”

anonymous asked:

I don't know if this counts as an emergency ask. If it doesn't then you can just delete this. I'm a girl, and for two years now I've just been feeling worthless and depressed. The family member I was close to past away, and right after that I was in was an emotionally abusive relationship. It's gotten worse recently, and idk what to do anymore. No one around me knows I feel this way, but think I'm happy. Anyway maybe something from the Straw Hats might help(or just Zoro if you don't have time)?

(Definitely does count as an emergency ask. Let me know if I can do anything else for you. I’m sorry it took so long.)

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YOU HAVE ME, REMEMBER ? (Theo Raeken drabble)

words: 656

A/N: yo, i’ve been all about theo lately so here’s the result: two drabbles in a week, woop. idk why didn’t post this until now; i wrote this like on wednesday :’) maybe got too insecure bc this is not 100% how i wanted it. i’ve gotten the series somehow gathered in my head, so i might start to get it into words soon (i have something written already, but just as an idea) and i have this need to write so there might be more to read even tomorrow. anyhow, gif credits to the owner !


Y/N opened the front door to Theo’s house, like she usually would on most days. They always spend the night together, because neither could sleep without the other. But when she stepped inside the house, something was different. She wasn’t greeted by a happy ‘hi, babe !’ nor there was any Theo in sight.

“Theo ? Babe ? Are you home ?” she tried to shout, but got no answer. He had said he would be home around nine from a thing he had to do considering the Beast.

Listening for a while, she heard the distant voice of water running. Rushing to the stairs, she skipped every other step and headed towards the upstairs bathroom. When she listened again, she could hear it coming from Theo’s en suite bathroom, and stepped into his room. There was the bathroom door cracked open, but no light came out.

Opening the door a little, she could hear the shower clearly now. And also a more silent sound - sobbing. Getting worried, she stepped into the room and flicked the light on. When she saw the scene in front of her, she could almost hear her heart shatter into pieces. There he was, splayed on the floor, fully clothed, under the cold shower. Crying.

“Oh, Theo …” she whispered, before rushing towards him.

He flicked his eyes up, meeting with hers, relief flooding through him. She was his comfort, the only thing that felt truly like home - the only thing he needed right now.

Y/N tapped the water off and collapsed beside Theo. She wrapped her arms around him, while he leaned his head on her chest, nuzzling into her. His sobs had silenced a bit, but tears still streamed from his eyes. She stroked his hair, trying her best to get him to completely calm down.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Reaching for her hand and squeezing it, hard, he let out another sob. “No, it-it’s not. I can’t do it Y/N, I can’t do it.”

Confused, she asked while continuing to stroke his hair, “what can’t you do ?”

“I c-can’t beat the Beast. I don’t know w-what to do. I can’t .. I can’t protect you from it,” he sniffled.

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” Y/N said, cradling his face in her hands and making him look at her in the eyes. “First, I can protect myself. But I’m tired of telling you that you don’t have to worry about me, ‘cause you’ll still worry and that’s why I love you. And second, you can’t beat it and I know that. But we can, okay ? Together. You have me, remember ? You don’t have to do this alone,” she said sternly, few tears escaping her eyes.

“No, Y/N. I can’t let you get hurt. The Beast will kill you if you get more involved. And I can’t live with that. I can’t live without you,” he said, lifting his hand and cradled her cheek, stroking her tears away with his thumb.

“But I can’t just stay away and watch you ruin yourself. I don’t want you to get yourself killed, because obviously I can’t live without you either. That’s why you won’t get rid of me that easily,” she said and chuckled a little, making a little smile to creep in Theo’s face too, before it turned into a frown once more.

“If I can’t protect you, I feel like I’m no use. I’m not good enough if I can’t protect the thing I love and value the most in my life,” he said.

“You’re good enough. To me, you’re more than I could’ve ever asked. Although you have your flaws and we might fight more than we need to, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else, ever.”

Smiling, Theo rose up from his position a little. “I’m glad we’re mostly on the same page, then,” he said, before connecting his lips with hers.

Christmas Movie Night

Supercorp (and Sanvers) Christmas ficlet for @gotosleepspacekid… Merry Christmas!

Kara was wearing her favorite sweater and her favorite skirt, and she had checked her hair and makeup in the mirror no less than four times.  It was a big night… her first Christmas with Lena, and Alex’s first Christmas with Maggie.  While it wasn’t Christmas yet, the four of them were getting together to watch Christmas movies at Kara’s place… and though she couldn’t quite say why, she was nervous.

Before she could worry much more, the doorbell rang.  Before she answered it, she zipped through the kitchen and grabbed one of the gingerbread girls she had spent the afternoon baking, and she gulped it down quickly before opening the door to find Alex and Maggie waiting.

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richiegayzier  asked:

I'm gonna send you so many of these🙈 Mileven 18

“Ways you said I love you” writing prompt #18: From far away. 

Dear @eggosanddragons: Here is the first of many for you, my dear. I was honestly going to make this one angsty, but then realized that you basically picked ALL the angst-ridden prompts. So, suffer through this fluff before I get to your sweet, sweet angst. Love you <3 Thanks for the request(s).  

Under his blue patterned comforter and propped up on his blue patterned pillows, Mike Wheeler carefully thumbs through his well-read copy of The Return of the King, searching for lengthier descriptions of the Witch-King of Angmar, hoping to draw inspiration from Tolkien’s words for his next campaign, currently in the earliest stages of planning. On the bed beside him, an old worn notebook lays open, a pencil waiting across its lined pages and a small doodle in its margins—a heart with the letter E in its center.

A crackle of static draws Mike’s attention away from the small print of his novel and towards the radio resting atop his bedside table, right next to the tall glass of chocolate milk his mother had brought up just a few minutes earlier on her way to put Holly to bed. It’s already starting to condensate in the warmth of his bedroom.

“Mike? Hello?” El’s voice rings out, crisp and clear, just as Mike sets aside his book, placing the pencil between its pages to protect his spot. He can tell, immediately, that El is using her powers to strengthen their connection, to bring them closer together through the airwaves. The Byers’s house is much too far away for there to be so little interference—whenever Will tries to reach him over the radio, it’s a struggle to make out every third word.

“Hey El! How’s it going? Over.” Mike replies, grabbing the radio from its spot and sitting further up in bed.

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Nothing's fine, I'm torn (part 31)

I know this one’s not very long, but I want to save the really good stuff for next chapter. Just a few chapters left this time. I really mean it lol. Thank you all again for being patient and lovely xo ❤💜💙💕


Harry’s POV

“Mate slow down, you’ll get us pulled over,” Liam warns me but I ignore him. I’ve gone on full desperation mode and I’m racing towards Kendall’s house.

I am so glad all of her shit is gone from my house because honestly the thought of this woman makes me sick. She’s put Y/N through so much shit, not as much as I have but if there’s a possibility she’s responsible for her disappearance then I will have no mercy other than to send her ass to jail.

I’m driving over eighty miles per hour on this freeway, hands tightly gripped on the steering wheel my knuckles are turning white.

“Liam, I swear to god if she has something to do with Y/N’s kidnapping, I might lose my shit. I’m so on edge right now.” I can feel the blood pumping at a rapid pace through my veins. Not knowing where she is, not knowing what that fucking asshole has done to her is eating me alive. I can’t help but feel even more mad at myself for not being able to protect her. This shit wouldn’t of fucking happen if I didn’t push her away. All of that lead to this and this right here is my punishment for what I did, only she’s going through it with me.

“I understand how you feel Harold, I want her back safe and sound but killing us on this drive is not going to benefit anyone so please slow down and relax.” He’s right. I can’t let all this anger and frustration get the best of me when all of this energy should be saved to look for Y/N. I don’t know how it is that I never noticed my love for her.

The way she looked yesterday before all the shit went down, god she looked so beautiful, so perfect. The way that dress hugged her luscious curves, it drove me insane. I was selfish enough to imagine ripping it off of her and watch it crumpled up on the floor along with my clothes as I would run my hands all over her body, exploring every single inch of her skin. My mouth peppering kisses along her jawline and collarbones.
Even now in this messed up situation, I think about how insane she has me over her, and above all, I just miss her presence. I miss my best friend so much.
I nod in agreement to Liam’s words, taking a deep breath and relaxing. I need to focus on getting to Kendall’s house and getting anything out of her.

“Harry, we haven’t told anyone about this. I mean, what about her parents?” Liam asks. Not taking my eyes off the road, I begin to answer his question,

“Y/N’s parents are out of the country. They always are, and between you and me, they don’t give a shit about her. Yeah financially they support her, but they’re never here for her. She needs them but contacting them would be useless. That’s why I plan on taking matters into my hands. No one is to know about this until we have her back. Unwanted attention is not necessary at all.” I feel bad for telling Liam about Y/N’s relationship with her parents. I remember there were times when she’d call me late at night crying her eyes out because her mum and dad never reached out for her when she needed them most. I was always there for her, hell I’ve always been.
She’s only nineteen years old, living on her own in LA being financially supported by her parents. The most support they’ll ever show to their own daughter.

“I didn’t know that,” he replies. Expected answer.

“She never likes to talk about it. She’d rather talk good things about her folks than anything negative. That’s how she is no matter the situation.” Come to think of it, she’s always been a strong girl. Her mentality is wise beyond her years.

“Still, shouldn’t you at least call them? I mean someone’s bound to let them know their daughter is missing,”

“I guess you’re right. After all, they are her parents. But the money for her rescue is coming from me.” I remind him. It’s not a sense of pride, I just could care less about the money. It isn’t nor never was important to me, but right now it’s the only thing I have that can potentially save her life.

“Mate, I’m putting in money too. I know you and I aren’t on good terms but for the sake of Y/N, I’m putting it all aside until we find her. She needs the both of us.” Liam argues. I appreciate that he’s willing to do that, but it’s not his responsibility. I’ve known Y/N longer than he has, I should be the one rescuing her. This all brings me back to the fucked up shit I did to her and how this is a simple reminder that I’ll be a piece of shit for that.

“Liam, I understand that you feel like you have some sort of responsibility with her because of whatever you two had going on-”

“Have going on,” he corrects me. I roll my eyes at him but decide not to argue against it.

“Whatever, either way my point is that you don’t, even if you think you do.”

“I love her Harry. I was there when she needed someone after you broke her.” I will never hear the end of that. I’m going to be reminded of it for the rest of my life. Not even explaining myself and apologizing to an extent will ever make it go away.

“Don’t throw that shit in my face Liam,” I raise my voice. I narrow my eyes towards the road. If we don’t change the subject soon, my temper will go off.
“Can we just focus on getting her back, please?” I practically beg.
He then raises his hands in defeat. I mutter a silent thank you while letting out a deep breath.

“Kendall open up,” I yell banging hard on the door. I don’t care if the whole damn neighborhood hears me, she is going to give me answers.

“Mate calm down, you’re gonna get us into big trouble,” Liam warns. It’s been less than 24 hours since Y/N’s been kidnapped and already I’m losing my train of thought. I don’t care in how much trouble we get into, as long as we get something that lets us know where she is, I really do not care.
My sweet, beautiful Y/N, where are you?

Seconds later the door to her apartment cracks open exposing a wide eyed Kendall when she takes in my presence in front of her. The deep, furrowed eyebrows filled with confusion is set in her face. A face that I once called my girlfriend, one of the biggest mistakes of my life. To think I had sex with her is now somewhat repugnant to me.
“Where is she?” I growl hastily at her. She jumps back at my sudden charge at her, deepening the even more confused look on her face.

“Woah, calm down will ya? Way to show up so unexpected,” she says sounding smugly. There’s a small smirk playing in her lips and it’s irking the hell out of me.

“Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to. Where is she Kendall?” I repeat my question for the second time.

“Where’s who? What the hell are you talking about Harry?” I’ll admit she’s good at sounding convincing but I’m no fool. She’s a very sneaky person.

“Y/N, that’s who. She’s been kidnapped.” I draw out the words.
Her eyes widen yet again at my news that seem to have surprised her. She looks taken aback, shocked even. A genuine expression that I’ve actually never seen once on her.

“And you think I have something to do with it? Geez Harry. I may not like her, but to go as far as that… Are you insane? When did that happen?” The curiosity in her tone softens my deepening scowl at her. Liam stands next to me, not saying a word.

“Last night. Kendall you really didn’t have anything to do with it? I swear to god if I find out you do-” She cuts me off.

“No Harry, why would I waste my time on her? Find yourself another suspect. And I mean it when I say that I hope you find her.” She gives us a quick wave and slams the door right in our faces leaving us dumbfounded. As much as I hate to admit it, she was being honest, I can tell. She sure is a bitch, why am I now seeing this? What a waste of time it was to come here.

“Hell, now what?” Liam asks in frustration. I don’t think I’ve ever been this confused. I don’t have any fucking answers, I don’t know where she is and we’re back to square one.
Faith is all we have now..


With a loud bang echoing through the warehouse, I’m awoke by thunderous noise. I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep on the couch. I must’ve dozed off for a few hours.
I hastily get up from the couch, turning to look around the entire place wondering where the noise came from. Moments later, in walks in the man who’s name I have yet to know with a smug smirk. He’s approaching me quite quickly and I scoot down the couch. He’ll always give me the damn creeps.

“Someone’s here to see you,” he remarks. What? He hooks his hand around my arm making stand next to him. I have ropes tied to my ankles yet the idiot thinks I can stand straight. I hear footsteps coming in through the warehouse door.
I’m more than confused at the moment at this sudden surprise. Only seconds later, my eyes widen at the person stepping in through the large door. What the hell?

“Meet the person behind all of this,” the man whispers into my ear. I shudder at him being so close to me. I can’t stand him touching me. I can feel the vibration of his low chuckle tickling my neck.
This just doesn’t make any sense, it’s.. it’s him?

anonymous asked:

I adore every one of your leverage fics, thank you for blessing my dash with them. Seriously, the manipulation in that episode always bothered me especially with the way their hackles raised before on the "don't con your crew" and I'm so glad you wrote a tag for that episode involving trust, though I'm also curious on what you think Sophie's reaction would've been if Eliot had confronted her too? :)

Thank you! So, you intrigued me. Here is a Sophie sequel to this ficlet. This isn’t Eliot directly confronting Sophie so much as Sophie getting the fallout of what just happened.

They don’t see each other for several days, but once they’re all back at Nate’s place again, waiting for Hardison to begin a briefing for their new client, Sophie is quick to find something has changed.

Eliot is watching her and Nate like a hawk, like he watches a particularly troubling adversary before a fight begins. He keeps putting himself between them and Parker and Hardison.

Even at the briefing, Eliot sets up the couch so there’s an empty seat next to Parker, with him on her other side. He gives Sophie a hard look when she goes to take that seat, and she gets the hint, going to sit with Nate.

Once the job starts, Eliot seems to forcefully maneuver the two of them away from Nate and Sophie, keeping himself between them. He muscles into Nate’s space as team leader and changed up plays to achieve this and, amazingly, Nate lets him. He grits his teeth and Sophie wonders how long it will be before Nate snaps, but, right now, he lets Eliot get away with this.

When it’s obvious that there’s no way around Sophie and Parker going into the office together, Hardison, Parker, and Eliot all look at each other. Eliot’s whole body tenses, but he nods. He murmurs to Parker for a minute–she doesn’t catch what, but she does see him tap his earbud twice–and Parker nods at them both before following Sophie out, tense, not looking directly at her.

Parker does her job as well as ever, but she doesn’t talk to Sophie unless she has to, doesn’t even look at her, is more awkward on the grift than usual. They get in and out as fast as they can, and Parker is straight to business. Sophie feels like she’s lost something, even as she knows she’s missing something.

Eliot and Hardison check on Parker over the comms no less than five times. Each time she assures them that she’s fine, but not like she usually would, frustrated by their overbearing protection. No, now it sounds like a statement of fact, like their asking isn’t overkill at all.

And that’s the thing about this. Eliot keeping two of his team members at a distance, physically throwing his body between them and Parker and Hardison should look like overkill. But neither Parker nor Hardison have complained, or told Eliot to back off. Eliot hasn’t relaxed any. They all seem nervous, to put it mildly.

Once the others are gone for the night, she backs Nate into a corner and demands to know what’s going on. If he’s letting Eliot call shots, disorder his plans, then he knows something.

Nate looks over her shoulder. “Eliot, uh, mighta made some things clear the other night. Apparently they’re a little upset with us. After what we did to Hardison.”

“What we did?” she says, eyebrow raised. “You hypnotized him.”

“You helped me,” he says. “And you can pretend all you want you just answered a question, didn’t know what I would do, but I don’t think they’re going to buy that, do you? Besides, Eliot might have mentioned the tea thing.”

“Is he going on about that?” she says, rolling her eyes. “It was just a joke–harmless, really–”

“He says they feel used,” Nate interrupts. “Like they can’t trust us if we think it’s okay to do things like that.”

Sophie opens her mouth but closes it again. It’s ridiculous, really. They got a job done, and she might find what Nate did objectionable, but honestly, he’s right. It got the job done, and maybe was the only way to do so. They saved a small country.

“He may have mentioned them leaving,” Nate continues. “Taking them and running.”

“I told you they might leave, if you–”

“Don’t act like I’m alone in this,” Nate snaps. “I am not the only one in this, Sophie, dammit.”

The words settle heavily in the space between them for a moment. 

Sophie could go back to being an actress. She could go back to grifting on her own. She and Nate, if they could manage to keep it together, would make a halfway decent team. But then she thinks about the crew, and what they do. And she’s not ready to lose that.

“So, what do we do?” she asks.

Nate shrugs. “We convince them to stay. Figure something out.”

The words seem empty, especially as Sophie considers Parker today, stiff and unwilling, Hardison and Eliot in her ear, reassuring Parker they were listening, making sure she was okay. It will take a lot to fix that.

But, if they don’t want this team to crash and burn, she supposes they’re going to have to figure this out.

Perfect Nightmare (Chapter 2)

TITLE: Perfect Nightmare


AUTHOR: leavetherestunspoken


GENRE: Drama, dark, romance

FIC SUMMARY: Iona moves to London and falls in love with a handsome man called Loki. But she soon finds out he’s not everything he seems to be.


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: None for now, but future chapters will become dark. 



Iona screamed out as she couldn’t see a thing. To Loki’s surprise, and delight, she turned around and grabbed onto him. Her arms tightly around his waist as she buried her face into his chest.

‘It’s alright, darling. Just a power failure or something.’ He smirked as he put his arms around the terrified girl.

'I’m scared. I hate the dark. I hate small spaces as it is.’ Loki could hear the distress and nervousness in her voice. He almost started to feel bad for causing the lift to stop with his magic. But then, the feeling of her soft bare skin under his hands made him think again.

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