DA:I environment studies I did today because this game is absolutely gorgeous.
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So, this took me way longer than I thought. Oops. This is a prompt fic for @stephaniebithell
I hope you like it. I’ve never actually written Voltron before. Or any kind of battle. So, go easy on me.
“WATCH OUT!” Keith’s voice cried out through the Blue Lion’s
speakers. Checking his screens, Lance had to pull hard to the left, just barely
missing the laser coming at him. The laser would have smashed into the cockpit
if he hadn’t moved, and Lance let out a small huff of breath, relieved.
“That was a close call, Lance.” Shiro berated gently, “You
need to be more careful, alright?”
Lance nodded before cracking a smile. “Come on, Shiro! Careful
is my middle name!”
Hunk cut in, confusion evident in his voice, “I thought your
middle name was Alejandro?”
Laughter echoed over the coms, and Lance pouted, whining, “Hunk,
buddy! Who’s side are you on, man?”
Dodging another laser, Hunk replied, “The one where all of
us get out of this alive? Does that count?” He dodged a few more lasers, firing
a few shots of his own, panting slightly.
“Hunk’s got a point, guys,” Shiro reminded them. “Can the
chatter, those lasers are still coming.” There was acknowledgement from all the
other paladins, and Shiro sighed in relief. “Alright, here’s the plan. Lance,
Hunk, you guys hang further back, try to pick them off from a distance. Stop
anything that gets past us. Keith, Pidge, your lions are faster and smaller, I
need you covering me. Take out the little guys. Black and I will target those
turrets. Understood?” Confirmation came from the others, and everyone moved
Everything went well for several minutes. Shiro had knocked
out all but two of the turrets, and Lance and Hunk’s teamwork had destroyed at
least a dozen big cruisers and battleships. Some of the larger ships had
started to retreat, and Lance and Hunk targeted those as well. As one was
coming up on Lance’s left, he saw Green, down and to his far right, with a
small ion cannon pointed right at its flank. Making a split-second decision,
Lance turned his lion and fired, taking out the ion cannon and saving Pidge. He
started to turn back to his original position, but he was too late. Before he
could react, a laser cut straight through his hull, sending poor Blue tumbling.
Lance was strapped in, so he stayed in place, but as the others’ yells came
over the com, a piece of debris slammed into the back of his head, and
everything went black.
When Lance came to, the battle was over. Black was towing
Blue down to the planet’s surface, where the castle and the planet’s
inhabitants were waiting. As he came back to his senses, Lance began to hear
“Lance! Kiddo, can you hear me?”
“Lance, buddy! Come on, tuagane,
wake up, man!”
“Lance, you big doofus! Wake up!” (“Pidge!” “Sorry.”)
“LANCE! Lance, please! Dammit, Lance! Wake up! Talk to me!”
Lance could move a little. “Ugh…. Keith?”
To Lance’s aching head, it was as though a full orchestra
had exploded onto the coms.
“Alright, Lance! You’re okay!”
“You asshole! Don’t do that to me ever again, you hear me?!”
Hunk was now blubbering incoherently, Pidge was raging, and
Keith was strangely silent. Just as the noise was getting to be too much, Shiro’s
voice cut through the mayhem, muffling everything else like a blanket, “Lance.
Are you okay? Can you answer me? You were out for a while, buddy. I need to
know if you’re okay.”
Lance took several deep breaths, settling the nausea his
headache was causing, before answering softly, “I-. I think I’m okay, guys. I
have a killer headache, and I’m a little nauseous and light-headed, but I’m
okay. Might have a concussion, though.” With that, most of his energy spent, he
slumped back into his seat.
“Okay, Lance,” Shiro breathed. “Do you think you can stay
awake for me for a few minutes? We’re almost back to the castle. I’m sure you’re
really tired, but if you can put off sleeping for just a couple of minutes, I
want Coran to check you over in person. They’ve already got a pod waiting and
everything. Can you do that, kiddo?” Lance murmured an assent, and Shiro let
out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. “Alright, buddy. Thank
Shiro looked at his monitors. The landing was coming up. “Alright,
buddy, we’re right there. I’m going to put you down now, in 3 – 2 – 1.” With
that, the blue lion was placed very gently on the ground next to the other
three lions, which had already landed. Once Blue’s jaw opened, Hunk and Coran
rushed inside, while Shiro landed Black. By the time Shiro had left the
cockpit, Lance was out of his lion, and Allura was talking to the natives,
Keith beside her.
Shiro went to Lance first. Looking Lance over, he glanced to
Coran. “Coran, how is he? He was out for at least fifteen minutes.”
Coran smiled gently. “He’ll be just fine, number one. A few
vargas in a pod and he’ll be good as new.”
“Thank you, Coran. Hunk, will you help him?”
“You don’t even have to ask.” With a small smile, Hunk
pulled one of Lance’s arms over his shoulder and started moving towards the
castle. Coran followed.
Now that he knew Lance was safe, Shiro could deal with the
natives. Or, more accurately, deal with Keith, who looked to be one wrong word
away from pulling out his bayard. As Shiro came closer to the group, he started
to hear some of the conversation.
“-yes, you’ve said that the boy’s role is to be the blue
paladin, but what else does he even do? What does he contribute? From what I
saw, all he did was hang back for most of the fight, and make jokes for the
rest of it!” Ah. Now he was starting to understand Keith’s murderous
expression. Not to mention the low, continuous growl coming from Blue.
Allura cut him off. “It is not your place to question not
just my choice of paladins, but the choices of the lions themselves. The blue
lion chose Lance, and as such-“
“Princess Allura, I meant no disrespect, to you or the
lions. I was simply concerned. Voltron is the universe’s only real hope of
stopping the Galran Empire, and if its members are not efficient, perhaps-“
Shiro cut in, mouth a hard line, shoulders tense, as he
stopped Keith from doing anything rash. “If you know about the joking, then you
were listening to the coms. If you were paying attention, you would have
noticed that I gave the order for the blue and yellow lions to hang back. Those
two lions are larger, and therefore slower, but their weapons are strong. In
this situation, they were much better suited for stopping the larger ships, and
picking off stragglers. Lance especially works best at a distance. He’s the
best shooter we have. Long-distance is his forte. Those assignments were the
most efficient use of our resources.” The native was about to interrupt again,
and Shiro bit out “On top of all of that, Lance was injured defending your
planet. You would do well to remember that, and to show him the respect he
When he was done, Shiro turned to Keith. Keith was still
seething. “Shiro, did you hear what he was saying about Lance?”
“I heard him, Keith.”
“Lance could have died,
Shiro! And that guy was treating him like a waste of space. Space garbage!”
“I know that, Keith.” Shiro’s voice was strained. He was
angry, too, but there was nothing they could do.
“I’m gonna go back over there and teach that guy a lesson-“
Keith started to turn back around, bayard in hand, but was spun around by Shiro’s
hand on his shoulder.
“You can’t attack the guy, Keith. He’s a diplomat. Let
Allura handle it.”
“Can’t I just punch him in the face?” Keith pleaded.
“What if I just break his nose a little?”
“I said, NO, Keith.” Shiro spun to face him. “We can’t do
anything. Allura can handle it. Now let’s go back to the castle. Lance will be
healed in a few hours. I saw how anxious you were. I know you want to see him.
And when he wakes up, I’m sure he’ll want to see you, too.” With that, Keith
relaxed, sighing in defeat, and went on to the castle.
Shiro stood there for a moment, composing himself, before
moving in the same direction. Before he got there, he heard one last parting
shot. “You know,” the native drawled, excessively loud, “if the so-called blue
paladin were a better pilot, he wouldn’t have been hurt in the first place-“
CRUNCH. Before anyone could move, Shiro snapped. He had
rushed back, pulled back a fist, and slammed it straight into the obnoxious
native’s nose. Without a word, Shiro wiped the blood off his hand onto the man’s
shirt, and walked straight back into the castle. The look on that jerk’s face
was definitely worth the difficulty Allura had negotiating an alliance several
days later, and when Lance woke up, his laughter over the story gave Keith the
brightest smile Shiro had seen on his face in years.
If you guys want me to write what happened in between when Lance was unconscious, let me know.
Warning: Smut, light bondage, oral (male receiving), rough sex
Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader
Summary: Y/N teases Jordan at the Sheriff’s Station which leads to her getting punished whenever Jordan gets home.
lazily into the sheriff’s station, smirking a little, my eyes searching the
room for my boyfriend Jordan Parrish. I finally find him at his desk scrolling
through something on his computer screen. I walk over and sit on his desk and
he looks up smiling. “Hey Y/N, what are you smirking at?”
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo (mentiones briefly)
Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence (futue chapters).
Word count for this chapter: 1113
gif isn’t mine!
Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.
“Please- Sir I’ll do anything, please just let me come with you.” You hoped he wouldn’t turn out too bad if he let you stay, but if he didn’t…
“Well, miss Y/L/N, welcome aboard the St. Brooklyn…”
“Tell me, sweetheart… Why would a rich and beautiful girl like you, run away from a place like Port Royal, hm?” Bucky asked, you and him both were sitting in the Captain’s cabin, it was cosy, full of gold and silver alike, lavish furniture- this man was definitely not like most of the other pirates that your father had told you about; poor, dirty, unhygienic.
You studied him for a moment, “I, er, I have been stuck in Port Royal since I was a babe, I haven’t gone further than 2 nautical miles outside the border, Sir, I have a thirst for freedom and to put it quite frankly, your boat called to me.” You fiddled with your fingers as you awaited his reply.
“First of all, it is not a boat, my dear, secondly… there are plenty other ‘boats’ in that harbour-”
“Don’t ask me why I didn’t board the others- I would be… easily recognised. Everyone in Port Royal knows who I am, my friend Peter will be the only one to- wait… What did you do to the letter?”
Bucky huffed. “What do you think I did with the blasted letter? I’m a wanted man. I’m not becoming wanted for kidnapping-”
“I’m 19- almost 20, well over a year over the legal I’m-allowed-to-make-my-own-decisions age, Sir, I assure you it won’t be kidnapping if I am the one who boarded your ship on my own will.” Bucky gave you a skeptical look then rolled his eyes.
As someone who had come across many a stupid person, he didn’t think you would be the type to run away- you had a perfect life- of course, he wasn’t in your boots, but you seemed intelligent, healthy, surrounded by protection and you most likely lived in a luxury mansion. What could possibly be wrong with your life?
Alas, he didn’t know a thing.
The need to be away from your home was clawing at your chest and it was annoying you to the point where you had tried to escape multiple times, only to be caught by your handmaiden- you had kept making up excuses to cover yourself.
Your father paid little to no attention to you once you had turned 18, he had arranged a marriage for you with Commodore Zemo, a man of fortune and wealth, he was 15 years your senior, though that was normal for any arranged marriage. The man was a weird one, to say the least.
“If you’re going to stay on my ship, you’re going to have to know the way of the seas. You can’t just sit around and do nothing, as you would probably do back at Port Royal, you are the Governor’s daughter, after all.” There is a knock at the door, Bucky shouts a 'yes?’ and a handsome man with ebony hair and dark skin enters.
“Y/N, this is my first mate, Sam Wilson, Sam… this is the stowaway I had to find.” You looked between both of them and shook Sam’s hand, he adorned a smile so sweet, but he had a firm grip to say the least.
Sam smiled and said a quiet hello. “Captain, we’re heading into rough waters, orders?”
“Hoist the sails, gain speed, it can’t be too bad,” Bucky smiled. “If anything gets a little rusty, we have Wanda.”
“Aye Cap.” Sam exited the cabin, as the door shut you could hear him yelling orders, and the scurrying of feet died down.
“What is a ‘Wanda’, Sir?”
“Ha ha, Wanda is a witch we have onboard, a good friend of mine actually, ah, don’t look like that! She helps us keep the ship from capsizing when we head into the rough water.” Bucky grinned, he enjoyed seeing such a beautiful girl squirm hearing the word ‘witch’.
You had never been one to believe in magic, your father told you stories when he came back from his voyages to Tortuga, Brazil, Egypt, he would go for so long. You had skimmed the room once more to find a large globe in the corner.
“May I?” you questioned, timidly. Bucky nodded in response, he furrowed his brow as your fingers danced along the curvature of the three-dimensional atlas, you had only come into contact with one of these in your 19 years, a much smaller one in your father’s office.
“Tell me, Y/N, how educated are you on the modern charts?” You whipped your head around to see the cocky man leaning back in his chair, you could feel him eyeing you up and down as if he could read your body language. “I don’t have a Sea Artist, he pissed off a siren on the coast of Portugal, fell for their trap, he was a good man, though he never learned how to cut back on the humour when something serious was going on. Any chance you could help me out and be what I need most, and maybe more?”
“Sir, as a woman growing up with a Governor as a father, I have studied the maps since I was able to read and write. I know how to navigate throughout the entire world but-” You were cut off quickly when Bucky gave you a confused glare.
He intimidated you, only slightly, his tall manner and dark looks were different than the men you had encountered before. If you had to compare between you both, you would be the lamb and he the lion. His jaw was sharp and defined, as if carved by the sharpest of swords. His hair fell in bronze and brunette tresses across his forehead and you could swear you could see red in his cheeks, most likely sun stained from being at seas for so many years. It contrasted against his olive skin.
In all your mature years you had been exposed to drunken, ugly miscreants, he was by far the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon, and you felt an alien sensation fluttering in your lower part of your stomach as he lifted from his chair, in that moment you had yet to be exposed to the ways of the world, you knew what intercourse was, you had been shown plenty of scientific diagrams, though you had no idea what this pleasant feeling was.
As Bucky’s legs carried him closer to the damsel in his cabin, he could smell a change in the air; it was you, you see Bucky was not just any normal human being; he could feel and know what anyone else was feeling, a good trait to have as a pirate. He could feel the blush spread from your bust to the tips of your ears, he could feel your heart fluttering behind your ribs as he neared you. As he spoke his breath gently whisped across your forehead.
“Yet.. an innocent soul like you has never traveled the seas? Oh, darling, you will be of great use to me, I will show you the world beyond this one, just you wait.”
A/N. So! Part 2, I hope everyone likes it, and enjoys reading it. Like i said this fic is gonna be a slow burn on both ends. Bucky is intrigued by Y/N, he knows she is an innocent soul looking for new things so HES GONNA GIVE EM TO HER AYEEEE
Anon: Klance where one of them gets separated from the team/captured during a mission and Shiro knows they’re overwhelmed so he’s calling for a retreat but the other goes on real epic badass rampage and takes down everyone and saves them and the team is just like woah they are Very In Love.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. Short and sweet because writing a lot of action is not one of my strong suits.
Everyone knew that between the two of them, Keith was the impulsive one. Even though couples tend to assimilate each other’s personalities to some degree, Lance was never one to jump into action so quickly.
plance: lance overhears pidge talking to hunk about her crush on him :)
Plance is love, Plance is life. Bless you for this request!
Written as part of my 300 Follower Celebration! Thank you again :D
“Fine. But look, you can’t say anything to Lance.”
There were two things in this universe guaranteed to make Lance stop in his tracks: the appearance of someone hot, and the words ‘You can’t say anything to Lance.’ When both were a factor, well, it’d take a herd of charging weblum to get him to move.
Lance plants himself right outside the open hangar door and scoots as close as he can to the edge without being seen. If Hunk or, Alfor forbid, Pidge, caught him eavesdropping, there’d be hell to pay. Resisting is impossible, though, now that he’s heard his name roll off of Pidge’s lips. He would never let it be said that he left his curiosity unsatisfied.
Not that he’d meant to be listening in on a conversation not meant for him. He’d been working with Coran up on the bridge and Coran had tried reaching Pidge and Hunk down in the hangar. When they hadn’t responded - it was obvious why, now - Lance had generously volunteered to take a break from staring at system maps and ask Hunk and Pidge for the diagnostic readout Coran needed.
Given the circumstances, he doesn’t think Coran will mind waiting just a bit longer.
“I won’t say anything to Lance you don’t want me to,” Hunk says. Lance pouts - he knows Hunk’s loyal enough to keep his promise, but Hunk’s also his best friend. How is Lance supposed to ‘accidentally’ find out about whatever Pidge is telling Hunk if Hunk doesn’t let something slip?
He hears Pidge take a deep breath. “Okay,” she says.
Of the species of dinosaur that have been discovered in Australia, which is your favorite? Also which is your favorite extinct mammal from the time of people-less Australia?
As far as Aussie dinos go I don’t really have a favorite, but I guess I’d pick Australovenator, it just looks like is belongs up around Darwin to me.
Personally, our megafauna was far more interesting than our overgrown reptiles.
Thylacaleo, the marsupial lion, is my absolute favorite.
The theoretical jaw strength on these skulls is mind blowing. They would simply be terrifying to have roaming the landscape, but I love them. I got to see a bunch of their skeletons at the Naracoorte caves and was enamored with them ever since.
I picked up my laptop to do homework and this fic fell out, oops
No one was outright saying that the crash was Lance’s fault, but their silence as just as incriminating as Keith and Lance supported most of Shiro’s weight to keep it off his broken ankle.
“We need to get somewhere we can wait until the others can come for us,” Shiro gritted out through a tight jaw.
“Can’t we just stay by our Lions?” Lance asked, but Shiro shook his head.
“I already explained that would draw too much attention to us, Lance. Weren’t you listening?” Lance blinked a few times.
“Oh,” was all he replied. In truth, he hadn’t been listening–his head was pounding, and his whole left side had been badly burnt when he’d gotten out of his Lion. The crash had sparked a fire in the dry brush of the planet, and Lance hadn’t noticed it until he was already touching the fire.
“Keep up, Lance,” Keith bit. Lance bristled and opened his mouth to retort that he was doing the best he could, and that he probably had a concussion from where he’d his his head. Keith sounded less patient than their leader did, even though Shiro was the one who was hurt. Shiro was hurt–right. That’s why he couldn’t say anything. Shiro was injured and it was all Lance’s fault.
So instead of explaining himself, Lance tried to step up his pace. However, he was already pushing it just by being upright, if he was being honest, and the quicker speed was making his head spin unbearably.
“Can we–” he tried to ask, but his mouth started to fill with thin, watery saliva before he could get the words out.
“Can we what?” Shiro asked, but Lance didn’t reply. Instead, he shoved Shrio into Keith hurriedly.
Shiro grunted in pain as his ankle touched the ground, and Keith yelped in surprise.
“What the hell, Lance?!” Keith barked.
Lance was leaning one arm against a tree, clutching his side weakly.
“Lance?” Shiro tried. Lance started retching. It was several moments of dry-heaving before anything actually came up, and when it did, Shiro and Keith both winced at the liquid noise of vomit hitting the ground.
“Talk to me, buddy,” Shiro instructed, but he sounded very far away from Lance right now. He wanted to sleep, and swayed forward. “What’s going on?” Shiro sounded so, so desperate, and worried–Lance had already done enough to Shiro today. Forcing his eyes to remain open, he turned around, still leaning heavily on the tree, and pulled out his most winning smile.
“Must be the heat,” Lance lied, “Sorry about that. Did I hurt you, Shiro?”
Shiro shook his head. “No, Lance; I’m fine. I think you should sit down for a minute. You’re not looking very well.”
When Lance shook his head, his whole body teetered dangerously to one side as he stumbled dangerously back toward Keith and Shiro to slide his arm back beneath Shiro’s own, taking on his weight once more.
“M’good,” he slurred, “We’ve gotta… we were doing something.”
Shiro’s eyebrows pulled together in worry. “You don’t remember?”
Lance looked panicked. He couldn’t let Shiro down, not again. “Course I remember,” he dismissed, “’cause I take this seriously. What kind of paladin would I be if I forgot where we’re going?”
Lance’s speech sounded downright drunk.
“Something’s seriously wrong,” he heard Shiro say. The black paladin was talking about him, he knew it, but trying to discern what he was saying to Keith was like trying to decipher a foreign language.
“We just gotta get where we’re goin’, then we’ll be good,” Lance tried to help. Another two steps forward found Lance plowing face first into the ground, and with no one able to catch him, he simply hit the floor with a sickening thunk.
“Lance?!” Shiro called, dropping to his knees carefully beside the boy. Now that he was able to see the back of the kid’s head, he noticed that his brown hair was matted with something dark and sticky…
“He was bleeding,” Keith observed. “Do you think he has a concussion?”
Shiro looked at Keith uncertainly. “It seems likely,” he admitted. “Why wouldn’t he say something?” Lance started to come around, his eyes fluttering with the strain of being awake.
“Lance, can you hear me?” Shiro called.
‘Loud and clear, cap’n,” Lance mumbled groggily. “Too loud.”
Shiro took the volume of his voice down a notch. “How’re you feeling? Are you with me?” he asked.
“M’talkin’ to you,” he replied.
“Incoherently,” Keith returned. “Lance, can you sit up?” Lance sighed heavily, but finally did so. “That’s good. Can you stand?”
He didn’t look as certain about this request.
“What are you doing, Keith?! He’s got a concussion and he just collapsed; he’s not in any condition to walk.”
“We’ve got to get to safety somehow,” Keith argued, “And I can’t carry both of you. Either Lance has to walk, or we have to leave one of you here alone while I make two trips, and I don’t want to do that unless we absolutely have to.” Keith had a point. There was no way Lance would be able to fight off an attacker if he were left alone, and, though Shiro didn’t want to admit it, he himself probably couldn’t do that right now, either. He rubbed a hand down his face and sighed.
“Okay. Lance, buddy. We need you to stand up.” Lance whimpered, and what Shiro knew he had to do next killed him inside a bit. “If you don’t stand up, then Keith is going to have to take you to safety alone, but that means that I’ll be left out here by myself. Do you want that to happen?”
Lance’s eyes welled up with tears. Shit, shit, shit. Shiro hadn’t meant to do that. He immediately wished he could take it back.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, scrambling to his feet as quickly as he could, “M’sorry, m’sorry Shiro,” he was muttering. It was barely even words at this point, just breathy, hitched syllables that sounded like he was on the verge of tears. Keith felt a little choked up, too.
“You’re doing good, Lance,” Keith reassured. “Don’t rush it; take your time.”
“Jus’ don’t leave Shiro alone here,” he begged. “Nobody gets left behind.”
Keith nodded. “Of course not. We’re not leaving either of you behind. You’re doing so well. Look at that; you’re standing.” And indeed he was, albeit shakily.
“There’s no way I can lean on him right now,” Shiro whispered to Keith, “he can barely hold himself up.” But Lance was suddenly underneath his arm again, supporting his weight.
Lance was sweating profusely, and heat rolled off his body in waves. Shiro could feel the fever radiating from him.
“Nobody get’s left behind,” Lance repeated, “Lilo and Stitch,” he continued blearily, “You’re my ohana, mi familia. Nadie se queda atrás.” Neither Keith nor Shiro had ever heard Lance speak Spanish before.
Lance’s pace was excruciating. They were unable to convince him to let go of Shiro, and he stumbled every so often, clutching his left side in agony. However, every time Keith or Shiro asked to see the wound, he refused to let them touch him.
“When it’s safe,” he kept repeating, and they figured it would have to do for now.
The three paladins managed to find a cave to wait in. It was mostly dry, but it had a good view of the planet, and it was secluded far enough away from the Lions that they figured it was their best bet at safety for now.
“Okay, Lance; let’s see your side,” Shiro asserted. Lance, however, was already trying (and failing) to bandage Shiro’s foot. Shiro winced as Lance’s uncoordinated hands grabbed at his foot, pretty clearly seeing double, in an attempt to stabilize the injury.
“I can handle that, Lance,” Keith reassured, “right now, you’re hurt worse. Show us your side.” Lance looked uncertainly at Shiro, who nodded, so he figured that maybe it was okay to let Keith look at his injuries, just for a minute. They really stung, but he knew fuzzily that it couldn’t possibly compare to the pain his leader was experiencing.
Lance needed help getting off his armor. Keith felt uncomfortable about it, but assisted anyway, and once he was finally able to look at him without a shirt on, he paled.
Large, angry burns covered his whole left side.
“Lance, holy… how did you carry me with burns like that?” Shiro asked, flabbergasted.
Lance shrugged. He let his forehead come to a rest against Keith’s shoulder, slumping forward in utter exhaustion. He’d drained everything he had getting Shiro back here to the cave, but now that they were safe, he figured maybe it was okay to nap.
He didn’t register Keith’s panicked voice telling him to stay awake, or his cool hands palming his forehead and announcing that he was burning up. However, Shiro liked to think that the small, relaxed smile that spread across his face when he stroked the blue paladin’s hair and told him he’d done a good job was not a coincidence.
My sunshine beautiful Dayana ~Did you watch RG7s4 ? Did you see our lovely 2jae? when JB took Youngjaes phone case and said Youngjae I didn't know you like me that much my heart exploded to 1000 pieces and that piggyback and Youngjae confessing in public and JEALOUS Youngjae HELP I love 2jae so much ~ have a wonderful day my lovely Dayana ~
Hi beautiful anony <3333
yes i did watch it…! ahhhhh! Youngjae did so great at guessing Jaebum’s embarrassing himself charades! [x]
Bbut… Why did this make Jaebum think Youngjae likes him?
I think maybe because the lion is angry and his teeth and jaw are preluded haha the millisecond Youngjae’s phone makes a noise that is set on the table:
Such in deep thought:
Says as is reaching the phone: “I didn’t know you like me so much”
JB in his head: Will Youngjae say he does!?
Youngjae: Ahhh~ Yeubbeoni (whatever that means? why didn’t they translate it??!?!)
Okayyyy thennn… oh and also, when Youngjae was juggling that little blue shiny thingy, and Youngjae only did 2, but the 3rd sound was from hitting the floor but..
Yugyeom: Don’t start hyung…
and that piggyback !!! thingy is so so cute!!! I already saw it before but now it’s more closer! and Jaebum is so so happy [seee the vid! click here!] Jaebum’s smile getting bigger when he feels Youngjae’s leg moving to wrap itself, AND THEN YOUNGJAE’S CUTE SMILE when he is lifted!!! like no jaebummie, that wasn’t Youngjae’s intention but you still did it and i applaud you!
Finally….. [Youngjae finally picking Jaebum as his type if he was a girl [video] Youngjae, did you go too far with that broad shoulder thing?? you didn’t have to say that……. Jaebum was so shy and happy and Youngjae was like, “You happy now hyung that i didn’t pick Mark or Yugyeom this time :)” i can go on more about how Youngjae has low/high key defined Jaebum as his type, but that can be another day when i am not so tired xD
And..: JEALOUS YOUNGJAE!! OF COURSE! Youngjae picked Jaebum a miracle and Jaebum does his boyfriend Youngjae bad like this (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻) after the beautiful picnic date they had! and JAEBUTT picks Mark because he will be quiet??!?! like, Youngjae is kinda quiet too, but you obviously were being a butt and picked on, literally picked on, Markie *glares*
Poor Youngjae looks so sad!!! and like: “Hyung.. I don’t even talk that much either..” [screenshots]
Thylacoleo carnifex, more
commonly known as the Marsupial Lion, is an extinct carnivorous tree dwelling
marsupial that called the Australian outback home during the late Pleistocene era.
The giant mammal was the largest carnivore to ever exist in Australia and is
thought to be one of the largest marsupials to exist anywhere in the world.
Scientists believe the creature went extinct along with the other Megafauna of
the continent as little as 46,000 years ago. But if this is true, why do some
people still claim to have seen them in the vast openness of Australia?
In the mid-2000’s, multiple residents in the town of Tumbulgum
(located in New South Wales) claimed that they had not only seen the Marsupial
Lion, but that it was actually “stalking” the surrounding area and
feeding on the unfortunate wildlife. Witnesses describe seeing a large
creature the size of a lion but with “cramped” legs like that of a
marsupial which would lead to a slight waddle while walking. The fur was often
seen to be brindled (subtle stripes of irregular dark color) with
tannish-yellow spotting and it had a long thick tail. The creatures face had a wide, thick nose like that of
a wombat and large incisors (both upper and lower) protruding
from the mouth.
According to scientists who have studied the skeletons of long
dead Marsupial Lions, a full grown specimen would stand nearly 3ft at the
shoulder and measured nearly 5ft long from head to tail. It is believed that
these large carnivores could weigh anywhere between 250-360lbs. The Lion also
possessed a large tail like that of a kangaroo which many scientists believe
would have allowed it to support its full body weight thus allowing it the
ability to slash and grab at prey with its long retractable claws. Once in
hand, the creature would pull its victim toward its blade like molars which
easily allowed it to tear flesh and break bone. Testing the bite force on the
collected jaws of these creatures showed that the Marsupial Lion had the
strongest bite of any animal in the world either living or dead.
So could this creature that many claim died out thousands of years
ago still be around? While one may be quick to say no, it should be noted that
there have been countless reported sightings of many different types of extinct
Australian Megafauna for hundreds of years. People to this day claim to see
supposedly long dead giant birds, reptiles, and mammals while out in the bush
miles away from any other living soul. This could truly mean that there are a
few species thought to be extinct thriving away in the uninhabited parts of the
Still not into this theory and need a little more convincing? Take into consideration that Australia only has a population of 24+ million people and over 85% of that total
population lives along the coast as 40% of the country is listed as
uninhabitable for human living due to high temperatures, barren landscapes, and lack of water or shelter. That’s 40% of an entire continent void of humans and free to
whatever long extinct animal wants to claim it and remain undetected while
Alright, so the bonding time he had with Blue didn’t go that great. It was fine, it was the first time they tried it – well, second, but the first time was pretty much an emergency. They had to bond a little or else the Galra would have erased them from the universe.
So, yeah, bonding only happened for the sake of survival.
Keith led Lance out of the cockpit and walked beside him while they meandered throughout the castle. If Lance ignored the way Keith’s jacket shifted (he could hear it since it was the only leather thing on this ship), he could have almost passed the silence off as comfortable. Lately, the two of them have been spending more time together, but it wasn’t a major thing. Like, it wasn’t as if they were actively seeking each other out, it just happened. Mostly when Lance disappeared for too long and Keith came and found him, but after that when Keith knew he was okay, he stuck around. Lance was ready to call them friends in terms of their relationship instead of teammates. Which was a significant shift from teammate and rival.
Keith’s jacket squeaked a little for the umpteenth time and Lance swore it was as if Keith was turning to look at him, think about it, and then look away.
“Okay, what gives.”
He heard Keith stumble slightly before recovering. “Nothing.”
“Keith, you jacket makes a noise every time you turn to me, and it’s happened like five times. It’s obviously something.” Lance nudged him in what he hoped was Keith’s arm.
The red paladin grumbled something under his breath.
“Ya know, I may be blind, and my hearing is wonderful, but it’s not that great. You gotta speak up, Keith.”
While it’s possible to exit a Lion from the top of the head (s2e1, how Keith leaves Red), seemingly the only way to enter is through the mouth- which is usually only accessible if the Lion lowers its head and opens wide.
The mouth, which contains jaws and teeth that can crush a spaceship, and also on every single Lion, has a beam cannon mounted in the back of the throat.
It makes me wonder if Allura’s strong warning in s1e1 about how the bond between Lion and Paladin cannot be forced is not trying to preserve the sacredness of the Lions or describing any kind of ideal bond as much as it is a very matter-of-fact statement that if these creatures don’t like you, they can in fact kill you very easily.
Zarkon challenges and tries to dominate Black in a battle of wills, but even he seems to hold the attitude that the only possible way to survive Black is to be strong enough to control her entirely, and try to tell me there wasn’t fear in his eyes in s2e6 when Black blasts him. I doubt he’d be nearly so confident to stake his claim without the backing of the druids, and even then, we see it’s not only a very arduous exercise for both them and Zarkon himself, it outright stops working halfway through season 2.
In the season 1 finale, Shiro experiences firsthand how bad it feels to get “thrown from the saddle” by a Lion- but the matter stands that Black was going very easy on him. Spitting him out like that is one thing. If Black had ever actually held him in contempt… once again, she could’ve killed him very easily.
This is not something we see very overtly, or in practice. Even at the start of their relationship, Lance walks fearlessly into Blue’s mouth, past that cannon. From our perspective, we don’t even see him take note of it or register it as a threat, and I think this is in part a testament to Lance as a person, but it’s also a testament to how perfect a fit these Paladins are for their Lions, and how strong that bond really is. Even Keith, who receives the coldest reception from his Lion at first, is immediately happy to connect with Red when it does happen. (“Good kitty. Let’s roll.”)
It suggests there’s something very nurturing and safe-feeling about the presence of the Lion, as soon as it connects with the person. And unlike, say, the Baku from s2e2, who seems to use that feeling to instill lethargy and obedience in those it controls, the Lions seem to mean it as a genuine expression of love.
But I think it’s still noteworthy that this bond is deeply essential the more you consider what the Lions could do if confronted by the unworthy. Being immediately vaporized is about the nicest way that could go- considering, as I’ve pointed out before, Black was able to, at her own leisure, completely take over Shiro’s senses to a degree that the only warning we as an audience have that it isn’t real is that Allura, on the castle, doesn’t take note of Black moving.
so I had a lot of deep feelings about two weeks ago and wrote this sheith WIP that I… most likely will never finish, so I just decided to post it as is, lmao~
“You still have feelings for him,” Allura says. Blinking, Shiro tears his eyes away from Keith and finds Allura observing him with a knowing gaze.
“Still?” he crosses his arms and tries to ignore the tiny smirk playing upon her lips.
“Shiro,” she says matter-of-factly with a pointed look. “I’ve known for quite some time now.”
Shiro shakes his head in defeat, admittedly impressed. “That obvious, huh?”
“Well,” Allura says with a teasing smile. “You aren’t exactly subtle.”
Shiro can’t argue with this, so he smiles back and shrugs.
“When are you going to tell him?” she prompts, eyes shifting over to the rest of the paladins where Lance is clearly entertaining them with an amusing story. Keith leans against the jaw of the Red Lion, listening to their fellow teammate with an adorable smile on his face. At the sight of his ease and comfort in being with their new family like this, Shiro feels a warm glow spreading in his chest. It isn’t too long ago that Keith had only reserved that smile for him. They’ve all come such a long way.
Despite all this, he feels his lungs deflate when he thinks about the prospect of telling Keith how he feels. It would change everything and there would be no going back. Not to mention, Shiro couldn’t help hearing Keith’s voice echo in his mind, Shiro, you’re like a brother to me.
Like a brother…
Sighing, Shiro shrugs and looks back at Allura.
“He doesn’t feel the same way,” he says in a resigned tone.
“So you’ve told him already?” Allura raises her eyebrows in surprise.
“No,” Shiro says, watching as Keith’s smile turns into a small chuckle. Although the sound doesn’t carry over to them, Shiro can hear the soft, deep rumble of Keith’s voice in his ears. “But I know him.”
He hears an exasperated groan from Allura and turns to face her with eyebrows raised in confusion.
“You guys are so hopeless,” she says, shaking her head.