shiro is vld's damsel in distress and keith is his knight in shining armor
Ok so I know I joke about Keith saving Shiro like a princess, but actually, this is honestly how their dynamic is portrayed?? Keith is always shown as the first one at Shiro’s side when he’s in danger, always running to his rescue. If he has to choose between the mission and Shiro, he’ll take Shiro every time. But now, let’s talk about this idea he’s a knight for a minute. Because it’s very much a purposefully drawn comparison. In the comics, when the paladins are all likened to pieces on a chessboard, Keith is delegated to this role. The narrative literally refers to him as a knight by name.
The imagery of Keith’s bayard also serves to reinforce this. Instead of a more sci-fi weapon like a laser gun or some advanced alien tech, Keith’s weapon of choice is a classic sword. Nothing evokes the image of a knight more than a sword and shield (which the paladin suit has). Keith’s belief system also feeds into this archetype. Time and again, he’s singled out as the most dedicated to the mission. He is a paladin first and foremost. When Pidge wants to leave to find her family, Keith is the one who lashes out and lectures her about how they need to defend the universe and make sacrifices for the greater good. When Allura is captured, Keith again notes that their duty as paladins must come first. Keith leaves the castle when he believes his presence will do more harm than good. And the paladin guidebook even lists his most important value as honor–a clear reference to knightly chivalry.
Keith’s initial role in Voltron is also a clear indicator of his character. If the head of Voltron is a leader whose men will follow without question, if they’re like a “King,” then as Voltron’s “right-hand man” Keith is a loyal knight. And just like any good knight, Keith will call out rulers for failing to serve the people and treating their subjects unjustly. The way Keith reacts so strongly to Lubos is a good example of this. Again, nobility and honor are distinctly important to him.
Another trope with a knight and damsel you often see in fantasy is that, like a typical knight, the protagonist highly values chivalry and champions a noble cause. But ultimately, that means learning to sacrifice their own selfish desires for the sake of the greater good. So their love interest is often seen as a distraction from the hero’s quest. They can’t afford to indulge in their feelings because the mission must come first. And often times, this culminates in a decision where the knight must choose to sacrifice the person they care about most–a representation of their own desires–because their duty demands it.
And in his trial, who is it that’s sent to tempt the hero and divert him from his quest, who is it that Keith longs for most, the person he “desperately wants to see”? Who is the one person that Keith can afford to be selfish for, the one who he’ll throw away everything–including his obligations as a paladin–just to be with?
And we know that this is an archetype VLD is very much aware of and acknowledges in their narrative. After all, heroes who fail to give up their own wants and needs, chasing after their love and abandoning their duty–they’re often cast down, vilified, characterized as foolish and selfish and bringing about disaster for their arrogance. And Zarkon is the literal embodiment of this character. He’s a glimpse at what Keith’s future could look like if he continues down the same path and chooses Shiro over the universe. Just like how Zarkon chose his love over everything else.
So when I mention all the sheith and zaggar parallels, I really do believe it’s wholly intentional. Especially given all the foreshadow that Keith will eventually reach the same crossroads where he’ll have to decide whether or not to sacrifice Shiro for the sake of the universe. But being that Keith doesn’t believe in things being so “black and white” and also the trope that a successor will surpass their predecessor, I believe Keith will figure out an alternative answer that will allow for both Shiro and the the others he defends to stay safe.
Now, as for Shiro’s role as a “princess,” the notion is pretty interesting. Obviously, it’s a clear subversion of gender. But there’s never any shame or weakness to it. Quite the contrary, actually. Shiro is established as the strongest and most formidable member of Team Voltron. He’s their brave leader, their fearless protector, their unshakable rock. But he is so often idolized, seen as impossibly perfect and infallible, and this inevitably takes its toll. The fact that he allows himself to be vulnerable with Keith, to let Keith help him and take care of him, is never shown as a point of pathetic inability or weakness.
Rather, Voltron portrays it as okay to admit that you aren’t strong enough, that you’re not okay, that asking for help is perfectly alright and there’s nothing wrong with admitting you can’t shoulder the weight of the world on your own. Shiro asking Keith to come save him is important because he never asks the others for help. He puts up a facade and tries to keep everything together in front of them. And when Keith says things like Shiro really changed his life, you can infer that, before this, Shiro was probably always the one taking care of him. So Keith always being the first to defend Shiro in turn reads as You were always the one protecting me, now let me stand by your side and protect you.
This concept of sheith’s dynamic resembling a knight and princess is also established immediately. Their very first scene together is Keith saving Shiro, and it really feels like knight rescuing their lost love. Right away you associate these two characters with one another, see just how intimately familiar they are with each other. Keith fights fiercely on Shiro’s behalf but softens up when he looks at him, leans it closer and tenderly reaches out to him. And I’ve talked about this a lot before, but the way Keith mourns Shiro is distinctly reminescent of someone grieving a lover.
The way he’s inconsollible and claims to be the only one who really cares about Shiro, the way he searches relentlessly and needs to be told time and again that it’s time to move on, the way his voice breaks when Black accepts him and he pleads, “Please, no.” Keith really loves Shiro. And his devotion to him, including leading Voltron in honor of his last wish as well as vowing to never give up on him,Keith’s desperation to be with him, this notion that he’d be all alone without him--yes, he loves Shiro. But it’s a love that’s passionate and intense and possessive and desperate in a way that platonic or familial love just isn’t.
I think Kuron’s rescue and recovery in season 3 is also very remenescent of this whole damsel in distress theme. For one thing, Keith is established as Shiro’s sole rescuer, and the “reunion” scene is an intimate moment between just the two of them. Kuron’s hero is here to save him, and they can both finally be at ease. The start of the next episode is very interesting because it just seems like business as usual. The paladins are all off on a mission, but Kuron is nowhere to be seen. He’s taken out of the action. Instead, this is the first time we get to see Allura use her bayard. And she makes for a fearsome opponent. It’s a distinct reversal of how you’d usually see a knight go off on their quest while the princess waits back at the castle for their safe return. Here, Kuron takes on that position. And the way we see Keith dutifully caring for him at his bedside afterwards reinforces this idea. And it’s okay for Kuron to rest and take as much times as he needs. It’s okay because Keith will still lead in the meantime and he’ll always be there to check in on Kuron and help him through his recovery.
Of course, there’s more than one way to save someone, and I think it’s important to make that distinction with Shiro and Keith’s relationship. Because it’s not Keith carrying all of Shiro’s weight for him and taking care of everything. It’s about Keith really supporting Shiro and reaffirming that he is a good and worthy paladin–“You mean, your bayard.” It’s the way that Shiro has already given himself up for dead but Keith looks him in the eye and tells him that he’ll be alright, that he can make it. It’s the fact that Shiro struggles with his trauma and still believes that he’s a monster, that he’s undeserving of the title “paladin” and that there’s no way he can stand against the empire and survive. Keith asserts time and again that Shiro is their leader, that Shiro is strong and kind and loving, that Shiro isn’t broken, that he deserves to live. It’s that Keith gives him hope, and Shiro is able to stand by his side and push forward because of it.
Ultimately, I think the best way to describe this dynamic is by just quoting what Josh said at wondercon about his favorite scene: “Shiro is in really bad shape and he’s waiting to pretty much get rescued by Keith. I love this clip because you really see the weak side of Shiro, you really see Keith’s determination to find him. And it was just really exciting for me to watch it. Because it really looks dire, and it really looks like he’s not gonna make it in time. And then–a hero comes through and saves the day with the lion.” Keith is really Shiro’s hero. And just like he’s promised, he’ll always be there to save Shiro–as many times as it takes.
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I lost myself
After I gave you my all.
I gave you my heart and
When I did,
It became your duty to protect it,
Not break it.
I was a damsel in distress
And you were supposed to be
My knight in shining armour.
You weren’t chivalrous,
You broke your oath.
You were always
So fond of your sword
And you acted gallantly
Swearing on your sword
To protect me with all you had,
But it was that sword…
That sword that you used
To stab my heart.
I gave you my heart.
I gave you my all,
But you waited
Until I was most vulnerable
I gave you my heart
But you returned it
Broken beyond repair.
I lost you.
You lost me.
I fear I will never find love.
Not because I’m unlovable,
But because I learned
How much damage one can do
No matter how knightly
They may seem.
I now realise
That you wore your amour
To hide the villain behind
The valiant “hero.”
Notes: Once again I’m sorry it’s been so long, but here’s a long ass one! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I want to hear what you all think! If you want to know when I post next just hit the get notifications button as I stick to posting my imagines on here and the other shit on my main blog. Also do you want me to make a masterlist? I need responses people!
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Don’t look down. Don’t look down
You were repeating this mantra in
your head as you were walking across an unsteady bridge. Mind you it was much
too high for your liking for something of this structure. The thing is heights
don’t really bother you, if you were on something stable or sturdy. This was
neither and that didn’t sit well with you.
“Percival you need to hurry up!”
Merlin’s voice echoed in your ear.
“Working on it Merlin,” You said.
So, continuing that mantra, you
made your way across the bridge and to the site of you mission. Which was to
save Eggsy. Cause for some reason he wouldn’t have sex with the target, and she
was super pissed. Leading her to taking him to this hidden but extravagant
Part, if not all of you was glad
that he didn’t sleep with her. Only because of you very obvious crush on him.
One that everyone but him knew about. Roxy had even flat out told him that you
liked him when you weren’t in the room, but he still didn’t do anything about
it. So that bring you to three weeks ago.
You gave up on him. You were
still practically head over heels for him, but you pushed those feelings to the
side and began dating your current boyfriend, Logan. Logan was nearly
everything you wanted in a guy. Smart, funny, charming, loyal, and very
attractive. He had these beautiful blue-green eyes that made you melt, and
floppy brown hair, with a clean-shaven face. He treated you right, and made you
feel very loved. He made you happy, but he wasn’t Eggsy. But who are you to be
saying these things when Eggsy wasn’t yours to begin with?
Getting out of your own head, you
made your way to the side of the building. You had no intel going in, so you
prayed for the best as you snuck inside through an open window. You were in a
bedroom and it was massive. It had to have been the room of the bitch who took
Eggsy. Noticing a feminine figure laying down, you took the opportunity to cuff
her to the headboard and place your hand around her throat. She giggled when
the handcuffs clicked around her wrists, but turned over to see you and your
extremely pissed off face. So naturally she screamed. There goes the element of
surprise to anyone else in the mansion. So you cut to the chase.
“Where’s Eggsy,” You said.
“Who?” She replied looking absolutely
“The man you took two nights
“You mean Thomas?”
“Where. Is. He.” You punctuated
each word with the tightening of your hand as you were losing patience.
Before she could answer someone
else entered the room. You turned your head to see,
“(Y/n)? What are you doing here?”
That was when you noticed the
lack of clothes he was wearing. Shirtless with a towel hanging dangerously low
on his hips, and his hair still damp from a shower.
“Question is what are you doing
here?” Your hand relaxed around the bitches throat. That was when she took the
chance to actually speak up.
“Do you know her babe?” She
asked. Babe? BABE!
“That’s my girlfriend,” He said
“You motherfucker!” You yelled.
You lunged for him, and used your
leg and wrapped it around his neck, knocking him out. You turned back to the
woman, eyes darkened with rage you stalked over to her and punched her in the
face. Not only did she kidnap Eggsy, she was fucking your boyfriend.
“Now where the fuck is he!” You
“Ask your boyfriend,” She
“You fucking cunt!” You punched
her again, but before you could land another hit, Logan’s arms wrapped around
you and he threw you over his shoulder. You kept hitting and kicking him, but
he only laughed. You calmed down just enough to ask him the same question you
asked him earlier.
“What are you doing here Logan?”
“That’s just what I’m about to
show you, as you’ll be the next part of it (Y/n),” He said with an evil laugh
that you have never heard come out of his mouth before.
Where was the Logan you knew? The
Logan who you cared about, the one who you began to fall in love with? You were
silent as you thought of what you were going to say next.
“How long have you been cheating
on me?” The words hurt for you to say.
“The entire time,” The moment
those words left his mouth your heart shattered.
It was bad enough that you caught
him cheating, but to hear him say that absolutely killed you. To feel that you
were never enough for him that he needed somebody else to be happy.
“We’re here,” He said. “Now don’t
run darling or I’ll have to hurt you.”
He grinned devilishly at you then
left. Not that he’s already hurt you today. So you looked around and saw
disfigured bodies organized and sculpted to be like a piece of art. You stared
at the bloodied bodied is awe and horror. Until a faint groan caught your
attention. Strapped to a chair in the center of the room was Eggsy. You ran to
him and checked his pulse, it was steady but weak.
“Merlin, are you getting this?”
“Yes Percival. Lancelot and I are
on our way. Hold tight.”
You turned your attention back to
“Come on Eggsy wake up,” You said
and tried waking him by shaking his shoulder.
That action earned you another
groan. At least he’s responding. Even if he’s not opening his eyes. Which
changed when Logan returned to the room and slammed the door behind him.
Enraged he yelled, “Do you know
“He’s my partner at work that I
told you about.”
“He’s Eggsy?” He said and you
“I know, I just wanted to hear
you say it,” He smirked and left the room once more.
Anger once again started to build
up inside you, and you stood up and were about to leave the room when you heard
a weak voice behind you.
“(Y/n)? What’cha doin’ ‘ere?”
You finally got a good look at
his battered face. To think that the person you were dating did this to your
best friend just about killed you. You saw him try to focus on you, but was
having a rough time doing so.
“Here to save your stupid ass,”
He rolled his eyes at your
statement and then tried to smirk. The split lip and black eye made that
impossible without hurting himself.
That’s when you came back to your
senses. Looking around more closely this time, you notice the body sculpture
was in the shape of a throne. That had a staircase leading up to it with bodies
reaching up towards the throne. There were smaller thrones to the left and
right of the main one. All composed of dead bodies. How many people have they
killed? Why did they do such a horrific thing?
Those questions would have to be
answered later. Cause you needed to focus on getting yourself and Eggsy out of
there before the two of you were a part of that throne.
Turning your attention back to
Eggsy, you took the pin holding your hair back and sliced through the ropes
holding him to the chair. Once they were cut, he slumped over and started to
fall asleep. You slapped his cheek and told him to stay awake. When you tried
to get him up, you were met with resistance on his part.
“’M fine (y/n), I’ll wait for
Merlin. Get outta ‘ere,” Eggsy said half awake. “I just wanna take a nap. Night
He plopped back down on the chair
and closed his eyes. You had enough of this shit, so you backhanded him across
his face. His head snapping to the other side as you cupped his jaw and forced
him to look at you.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes
Eggsy Unwin,” You said.
“Come on love, it’s only a nap,”
Before you could reply, Logan
re-entered the room. He smirked at first, until he saw you tending to Eggsy.
His eyes slightly closed, nostrils flared, and a harsh scowl crossed his lips.
“What the fuck do you think
you’re doing?!” He exclaimed.
“None of your business you
cheating asshole,” You said.
“Oh, I think that it’s my
business (y/n). You are my girlfriend-”
You turned to stare at him as you
clarified, “Ex as in you’re my ex-boyfriend.”
As soon as the last syllable left
your lips, he rushed towards you and grabbed your shoulders. Gripping them
tight enough that you could feel the bruises forming beneath your skin. While
his eyes pierced through yours.
“Since when do you think that?
Since I started doing this for us? Creating this place where you would be
immortalized by my side as I take over the world?”
You remained silent and clenched
your jaw, cause who wouldn’t after what you’ve found out?
“Since she realized that you’re a
dick,” Eggsy said.
You chuckled and Eggsy grinned
back at you. Logan didn’t find that funny one bit and released his grip on you
as he stormed over to Eggsy. Who by the way was still grinning like an idiot.
Logan pulled his arm back ready to punch him in the jaw, but before he could
hit him you lunged towards him and tackled him. Logan’s eyes, now full of rage,
were directed towards you. He went to throw a punch, and you easily dodged it
by quickly moving your head to the left. The two of you quickly stood up and
taking his slightly slower response, you brought your right leg up to kick his
left side. He slumped from the impact. You then took off your bracelet and
quickly attached it to his wrist and flipped the tiny switch. You stood back as
you watch Logan’s body seizure from the electricity coursing through his veins.
You gotta love the gadgets you get to use.
Looking back over to Eggsy, you
saw him smiling the best he could with his split lip and other facial injuries
as you went back over to help him up.
“What’s that look for?” You said.
“Watching my knight in shining
armor being a total badass,” He said still smiling towards you.
“Seriously Galahad? I don’t think
many knights have boobs,” You rolled your eyes jokingly as he laughed.
“But the whole role reversal
thing with me being-”
“The damsel in distress. I know,”
He started coughing.
You looped your arm around his
waist while he slung his arm around your shoulders as you made your way out of
the room. The two of you were oddly silent. With the silence, you let your mind
wander. Like how toned Eggsy felt beneath the tattered shirt, the amount of
heat radiation off him. To how it would feel to be pinned underneath him. A
crackling in your ear brought you out of your thoughts before you were too far
gone, and it was Merlin announcing his arrival and to meet him outside.
Hobbling your way outside, the
pair in the plane rushed to your aid so they could get you the help that you
“You two look like hell,” Merlin
“Merlin! Don’t tell that to their
faces!” Roxy said.
You would’ve laughed, but you
weren’t in the mood to after the events that occurred today. You just sat there
with a blank expression on your face as you made it back to the mansion. They
rushed Eggsy off the plane, and you followed them wanting to make sure that
Eggsy is all right.
Roxy pulled you aside and told
you to, “Get some rest (Y/n), I’ll get Eggsy to medical.”
You nodded and started to walk
towards your room you had for situations like this where you just couldn’t make
it home. Which was more often than you’d like it to be. Before you got too far,
a hand gently but firmly grabbed your arm. Your body tensed until you heard who
“Relax (Y/n). It’s just me,”
Merlin said and you felt relieved. “Are you alright?”
Merlin was like a second father
to you. He looked out for you as much as he could.
“’M fine Merlin.”
“I’m going to bed. Night.”
You quickly made your way to your
room. Closing the door behind you and flopping down onto your bed. You wanted
to cry, but couldn’t and just felt broken and hopeless. Looking to your
nightstand you saw two framed pictures.
One was of you and Logan, smiling
and looking into each others eyes when you were walking through the park after
a dinner date one night. You looked so in love and happy. Just taunting you
with the new revelations of the day. Grabbing the gun you still had strapped to
your side, you pulled it out, aimed it and fired. Your arm fell back to your
side as the gun fell out of our loose grip.
Banging was heard outside your
door. Merlin, who was accompanied by Roxy and Eggsy, who was cleared by medical
mere minutes before the shot was heard.
“(Y/n)! Open the fucking door!”
“(Y/n)!” Merlin yelled.
“Love! (Y/n), please open the
door,” Eggsy pleaded.
The three continued it, that was
until they realized that you never locked your door when you entered. They
busted in to see shattered glass, your discarded gun on the floor, blood
dripping down your hand. Eggsy ran over to your side, and the moment when his
skin made contact with yours, you shot up. That when he noticed the picture
frame that had a bullet hole where Logan’s head should be.
His face fell into your mattress
as his shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. That was when you noticed the
panicked and worried looks that Merlin and Roxy gave you. Not really wanting to
talk, you turned your head towards the frame. The two of them got the hint and
visibly relaxed. Then leaving the room to give you and Eggsy some time alone.
The two of you stayed there in silence.
“’M fine Eggsy,” You said and his
head shot up as his beautiful eyes were puffy and bloodshot as his face had
that one crinkle under his eyes when he was truly terrified.
He brought his hands up to your
face and cradled it between his rough hands. Looking you right in the eyes.
“Don’t ya ever scare me like that
again love,” He said.
“That’s kinda hard to do with-”
He cut you off by pressing his lips against yours.
He pulled away before you could do
anything about it.
“Got it?” He whispered.
His hot breath fanned across your
face. You nodded and leaned into feel his lips against yours once more. The two
of you were content with just gliding your lips across each other’s until you
felt and uncomfortable pressure between your legs. Squeezing your thighs
together, you pressed your bodies together even more.
Eggsy’s tongue traced the seam of
your lips, you grant him access as you let your tongues intertwine. He slowly
rose from his spot by your bed so he was laying on top of you. His hands then
left your cheeks and went to your hips. Gripping them lightly and pulling them
closer to you. A moan escaped your lips as you felt the growing bulge nudging
up against your thigh. That was when everything became too real for you. You
quickly pushed him away and couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“I…I..I can’t do this Eggsy,” You
said in the quietest voice you could muster.
“(y/n). Love,” Eggsy said while
he tried to look you in the eye.
“Please don’t Eggsy. Can you just
leave me? Please?” You asked.
The room was silent after you
said those words. You still couldn’t meet his gaze. That’s when you felt his
hands cup your cheeks once more. You screwed your eyes shut, refusing to make
eye contact with him. You could feel him move your face to meet his.
“(Y/n). Please open your eyes,”
Eggsy’s voice matched your own in volume.
“I can’t,” You said and he
“Yes ya can (y/n), now open those
beautiful eyes for me.”
“No Eggsy. I can’t. I can’t do
this,” Your eyes shot open and saw the utter devastation and heartbreak in his
eyes. “I want to so so badly, believe me. But everything is still so fresh. And…and
I don’t want to do this if you don’t feel the same. Please don’t say anything
and just leave me be until I – until it doesn’t feel so fresh.”
Tears were falling down your
face. More fell when Eggsy’s hands left your face and he made his way to the
door. The sound of the door opening never came. He stood there, still facing
the door as the tension in the room grew thicker by the second. Eggsy then
turned around, chest huffed out, jaw set, and a determined look in his eyes.
“No,” He said forcefully.
“What?” You managed to squeak
“I’m not leaving you. I’ll never
leave you again! Do ya know what it’s like to love someone you could never
have, or never deserve? Then to have them tell you they don’t think you feel
the same way about them? Cause I love ya so fucking much (Y/n) (L/n)!” He said
and started to walk towards you. “I’ve been in love with you for so long (Y/n),
and I thought that Rox was shittn’ ‘round with me when she said that you liked
me. Guess she was right. But once I saw ya with Logan, I knew that I couldn’t
He had made his way back to your
side. Your mouth was wide open in shock as you heard his proclamation.
“He was perfect for you, well
until today, but-”
“You could never compete with
him,” You whispered.
“What?” He asked.
“You never had to compete with
anyone Eggsy. It was always you. Always.”
Eggsy beamed at you. You could
feel the happiness radiating off him as he swooped down and connected your lips
once again You were smiling into the kiss as your hands were tangled in his
hair, bringing his mouth closer to yours.
On one particular tug, you pulled
back in pain. Remembering that there were still glass shards in your hand. You smiled
“Wanna fix me up?” You said.
“I’d love to, but I’d get too
distracted by ya love.”
Wordlessly, Eggsy picked you up
bridal style and carried you down multiple corridors to reach the medial rooms.
Upon entering one of the rooms, you were greeted by Merlin.
“What’s up Doc?” Eggsy grinned
from ear to ear.
“Cheeky bastard. What did you
need?” He asked.
“(y/n)’s hand needs stichin’ up.”
“No it doesn’t. Just take out the
damn glass yourself Galahad. Don’t forget to bandage her hand up as well,”
Merlin said then left.
“Come on you big baby. You can do
it,” You teased.
That resulted in him laying you
down on the bed and grabbing the supplies he needed. Once he started removing
the glass, he would kiss the top of your hand in each spot he had just removed
the shard from. So, a five-minute job turned into a 30 minute ordeal.
Once it was all taken care of,
you made it back to your room. You cleaned up your mess from earlier, and then
oh so graciously flopped onto your bed completely exhausted from today.
“Night Eggsy,” He laughed as you
hadn’t bothered to change clothes still, and that your face was right in the
“Night love,” He replied and
kissed the top of your head. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, and a
life a little better than it was at the beginning of the day.
HC: Roman is actually the one who gets picked up and hauled around the most, especially when he's being overbearing. Singing too loud? Carry him out of the room. Blocking your path by gesturing dramatically? Put him on the counter. Need help lifting something heavy? Grab him and bring him to where he is needed- "Put me down, villain! I am a KNIGHT, not a damsel!" He secretly kinda likes it, though.
///omg I actually really love this
-With as many princes, princesses, and other forms of royalty Roman’s often stealing off with in his arms from towers and dragon caves, it can be a nice change of pace to be the one toted off every now and again
-Patton is very intent on making vanilla cookies for Halloween, shaped like ghosts and jack-o-lanterns; Roman confronts him in the kitchen and blocks his path to the ingredients, insisting that they’re not “real” Halloween cookies unless they’re pumpkin flavored, and not boring old vanilla.
-In one movement, Patton grabs the prince and hoists him up onto the counter.
-“Now, Roman, you know Logan doesn’t like pumpkin flavor. But if you really feel that strongly, you can make your own batch! I’ll help you out if you need it!”
-(Roman’s too flustered to reply.)
-One of their meetings isn’t going well: Both Roman and Logan are opinionated, that much is clear, and although they had all been getting better at compromising, it’s simply a stressful day, and they’re going in circles with their arguments, voices getting more and more heated.
-When it looks as if they were both about to say something they’ll regret, Virgil intervenes by walking over to Roman’s side of the room and tossing him over his shoulder.
-Roman’s kicking a bit and spluttering out protests (”Unhand me, you– you sparkly Twilight villain! I have vanquished fiends ten times as emo as you!”), but Virgil says, “Alright, I’m busy enough as it is without you two bickering. We’ll finish this later.” He sinks out with the prince, who is doing a lot more stammering and a lot less arguing.
-Later, Roman appears in Logan’s room, ready with an apology and a potential compromise; it doesn’t go as planned, however, when they disagree on one part, the affects of the room begin to kick in, and the compromise begins to fall apart.
-Logan, thankfully, calms down enough to say, “I’m getting you out of here,” and scoops up Roman, bridal style, in his arms.
-Roman is exhausted, and simply allows it, letting himself be carried out, enjoying the physical closeness, how he’s able to let himself be cared for; he hadn’t realized he’d craved it so much, until now, when he had it, and had become too proud of to admit it
-The next thing he knows, he’s being set down on the couch, the cushions pulling him down into them. Roman feels better, but…tired. Almost exhausted. Whether it’s from being in Logan’s room or from all of the fighting, he’s glad to simply lie down and rest.
-The sound of the TV being turned on opens his eyes; Sleeping Beauty is playing, the volume low. Roman blinks, and Logan is kneeling in front of the couch to meet his eyes.
-”I’m sorry. You came to try and fix things and I…well, I assuredly made them worse,” Logan apologizes. “And I know you’re a prince, but I assure you that transferring you here in that manner was necessary.”
-Roman shakes his head. “No, it was…it was necessary, and not…altogether unpleasant. I suppose I cannot be the savior all of the time.”
-They plan on meeting again elsewhere to truly compromise under better circumstances. For now, though, they enjoy each other’s company while the movie plays.
I'd really love it if one of you amazing mods wrote a shrunkyclunks one, or one where Bucky goes against the social norms of being an Alpha to please Steve more. Thanks :D
I hear your shrunkyclunks or nonconventional relationship and raise you shrunkyclunks AND nonconventional relationship. :) - Mod Jay
Bucky Barnes had always been stereotyped, he was big and bulky and alpha, and all of those brought assumptions. Other alphas assumed that he’d want to jostle and compete with them for standing and dominance, omegas and betas assumed that he’d want to be the dominant partner and either treated him accordingly or avoided him altogether. It wasn’t like Bucky couldn’t play the part, playing up his chivalry to show his dates a good time, or using his natural intimidation to get jackasses at the bar to leave other people alone.
But it felt like he was missing something, from his relationships and from his life. It made him feel unsettled or untethered the world. He went through the motions, working his engineering job at Starktech Industries and the occasional date, just vaguely depressed and detached from it all. He really had no idea what he was waiting for until all 6 ft 2 inches of it dropped into his lap.
Bit tired of princess falling for dragon (and not just in sense how it glorifies mass murder and monstrosity as signs of female strength even if I’m totally overtop in love with dragons) it has gotten little boring.
I’m still enamored with that necromancer damsel idea.
This probably won’t be a developed comic or anything, but I’ve been meaning to experiment with workflows that can get stuff down pretty quick. And as they say you’ll never get good at making comics if you don’t ever make any comics, so I tried to go a little beyond my occasional joke strips. I think this approach works well for speed even if it’s unrefined, but I’m hoping to find a nice middle ground that looks decent without sacrificing too much time and energy in rendering.
Drabble: "I'll kill that spider... if u give me a dollar."
A/N This was before Anxiety was properly a “side”, so it only features Logan, Roman and Patton. If you catch the reference, you’ll understand why it’s set 8 years in the past.
Word Count: 415
Roman isn’t fond of spiders but Patton is terrified and Logan is nowhere to be found.
Roman hates spiders. That’s just the facts. They have too
many legs, too many eyes and all in
all, they’re absolutely terrifying. It’s one of the only things he’s afraid of,
and yet somehow, he has been allocated as the resident spider-killer.
It starts with a blood-curdling scream, drawing the sides
into the commons to see Patton pressed against the wall, pointing a shaky
finger at the corner. Roman and Logan exchange worried glances, before rushing
over to him.
“What is it?” Logic doesn’t sound too bothered, despite the
fact that Morality is literally shaking. Prince’s protective instincts kick in
and he draws his sword.
shrieks, jabbing his finger again. They fling around and see a fairly large arachnid
creeping up the wall.
Roman shivers minutely, but no one notices. Apart from the spider, he thinks, I bet it’s watching me right now with those
Logan simply walks out of the room then, deciding that he’s
had enough for the day. (Unbeknownst to the other two, he has arachnophobia. He
considers his fear irrational, so he refuses to tell anyone.)
This leaves Prince with two options: run and hide or play
the knight and rescue the damsel in distress.
…The promise of glory is too good to give up. However, if he’s
to face a beast such as that, then he wants a reward, like a proper prince.
“I’ll kill that spider for you…” he begins, and Patton
starts gushing his thanks before Roman holds up a hand to cut him off. “…If you
give me a dollar.”
Morality takes the cardigan off his shoulders and checks his
pockets, but doesn’t find anything. To make up for this, he pulls out his puppy
eyes. “Can I borrow a dollar?”
Roman sighs and hands him one, because even if Patton is
just giving the dollar back, he still technically
gets a prize. Before Patton can pay, however, he screams and points at
A feeling of dread settles into his stomach as his eyes
trail down to where Patton is looking… and he sees the spider, seeming
unbothered by the day’s events. His scream is something out of a horror movie
as he swipes at his clothes to get the thing
off of him. It flies through the air and lands on the carpet, and Roman has
no qualms about squashing it under his boot.
The pride of vanquishing the beast makes him forget all
about the dollar.