knight and damsel

  • simon: *starts drama just by existing*
  • raphael dropping everything and sighing from miles away: i'm coming to fix it, stay where you are

anonymous asked:

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

THE SIGNS AS ARCHETYPES
  • Aries: The warrior, the commander, the general, the fighter, the dragon-slayer, the challenger, the individualist, the child, the fighter, the thrill-seeker, the reckless, the impatient, the first, the pioneer, the bold, the brave, the fearless, the voyager, the entrepreneur, the stunt person, the dare devil, the competitor, the experimentalist.
  • Taurus: The empress, the earth mother, the preservationist, the hedonist, the sensualist, the materialist, the greedy, the grounded one, the realist, the good samaritan, the solid citizen, the bon vivant, the Honest Abe, the confidant, the protector, the adherent, the thoughtful one, the bully, the gentle giant, the dependable one, the musician, the peaceful one, the epicurean.
  • Gemini: The jester, the fool, the student, the thief, the comedian, the light-hearted, the one with the Peter Pan complex, the playful one, the one who never takes anything seriously, the imp, the trickster, the messenger, the gossip, the herald, the journalist, the practical joker, the sarcastic one, the class clown, the communicator, the talk-show host, the doppelganger.
  • Cancer: The girl/boy-next-door, the protective one, the helper, the giver, the intuitive, the witch, the wizard, the nurturer, the maternal figure, the caretaker, the defender, the fairy godmother, the kind one, the supportive one, the counselor, the angel, the giver, the enchantress, the siren, the mother, the crone, Mother Nature, the loyalist, the companion.
  • Leo: The hero, the noble, the generous, the ace, the chosen one, the hooker with a heart of gold, the dramatist, the performer, the creator, the star, the show-stopper, the narcissist, the praise-seeker, the braggart, the champion, the diva, the king and queen, the guiding light, the actor/actress, the headliner, the entertainer.
  • Virgo: The detective, the scholar, the observer, the thinker, the inquisitive, the critic, the intellectual, the bookworm, the author, the contemplative, the investigator, the perfectionist, the expert, the scientist, the research, the planner, the adviser, the mastermind, the scribe, the analyst, the nurse, the medicine man, the selfless.
  • Libra: The sweetheart, the darling, the charmer, the idealist, the romantic, the flirt, the sensualist, the enthusiast, the partner, the diplomat, the schmoozer, the pretty woman, prince charming, the star-crossed lover, the femme fatale, the flirt, the people-pleaser, the judge, the mediator, the peacemaker, the debater, the advocate, the just ruler, the lawful good.
  • Scorpio: The magician, the spy, the vampire, the bad boy/girl, the shaman, the healer, the transformer, the psychologist, the criminal, the obsessive, the passionate, the mysterious, the broody one, the anti hero, the reluctant monster, the seducer, the temptress, the survivor, the one with a tragic backstory, the manipulator, the alchemist.
  • Sagittarius: The sage, the philosopher, the academic, the teacher, the professor, the explorer, the adventurer, the preacher, the mentor and guide, the seeker, the wanderer, the traveler, the untameable, the happy-go-lucky character, the globetrotter, the fortune-hunter, the gambler.
  • Capricorn: The good kid, the role model, the CEO, the mob boss, the aristocrat, the manager, the captain, the responsible one, the rags-to-riches story, the determined, the achiever, the successor, the pragmatist, Father Time, the Grim Reaper, the authority figure, the emperor, the guardian, the laborer, the master.
  • Aquarius: The liberator, the outlaw, the maniac, the alien, the visionary, the catalyst, the inventor, the genius, the innovator, the eccentric, the pirate, the true believer, the creative, the wild man, the misfit, the lovable rogue, the rebellious spirit, the rule-breaker, the devil's advocate, the mad scientist.
  • Pisces: The mystic, the wise elder, the psychic, the oracle, the blind seer, the martyr, the dreamer, the saint, the sinner, the savior, the sufferer, the empath, the knight in shining armor, the damsel in distress, the escapist, the innocent, the shape-shifter, the starving artist, the storyteller, the spiritualist, the old soul, the last.

shiro, mentally: I NEED A HERO IM HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO TILL THE END OF THE NIGHT HES GOTTA BE STRONG AND HES GOTTA BE FAST AND HES GOTTA BE FRESH FROM THE FIGHT

keith: *appears outta nowhere and beats up everybody cuz nobody touches hIS MAN*

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
To strike.
I gave you my heart
But you returned it
Broken beyond repair.
I lost you.
You lost me.
Now…
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.”
—  Fears can kill #1 // S.T.

Even half out of his mind Cas will still instinctively fight the scariest being on the planet to protect Dean.

Originally posted by mishacolins

Originally posted by mishacolins

*Sobbingly compares this to every classical romance story ever about a knight protecting his damsel in his last stand after being cut down and broken, still trying to protect her.*
Knight turned Damsel Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Parings: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Language

Written by: @garyunwinimagines who sometimes goes by @chipedenspook1997

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! 

Words: 3349 words. Yikes. I’m sorry.

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Don’t look down. Don’t look down (y/n).

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 amazon mansion.

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 clueless.

“The man you took two nights ago.”

“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,

“Logan?”

“(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 coolly.

“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 said.

“Ask your boyfriend,” She smirked.

“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?” You said.

“Yes Percival. Lancelot and I are on our way. Hold tight.”

You turned your attention back to Eggsy.

“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 him?”

“He’s my partner at work that I told you about.”

“He’s Eggsy?” He said and you nodded.

“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?” Eggsy slurred.

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,” You said.

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 love.”

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,” He whined.

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-”

“Ex.”

“Excuse me?”

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 needed.

“You two look like hell,” Merlin said.

“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 it was.

“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.”

“(y/n).”

“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!” Roxy yelled.

“(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 chuckled.

“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 out.

“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 compete.”

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 sheepishly.

“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 pillow.

“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.

  • raphael, harshly: valentine tried to *kill* you or have you already forgotten?
  • simon: but he didn't.
  • raphael: you're not safe here; you belong with your clan
  • simon: i literally just settled in here and now you wanna play nice?? why do you do this? why now? you don't even need me
  • raphael, softer: please
  • simon: *raphael's hand on his cheek* fuck

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anonymous asked:

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.

anonymous asked:

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.

Literally.

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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.

Have you considered: knight falling for dragon?

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.

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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.

Title: Spider!

Pairing: none/neutral

Genre: humour

Word Count: 415

Summary:

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.

Spider!” Patton 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 eyes.

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 Prince’s shoulder.

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.

Until eight years later.