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anxiety-pidgeon-deactivated2017  asked:

keith comforting lance when he feels homesick one night and hugs ensue, but then lance starts crying and keith asks 'whats wrong?'. Lance sniffs and says 'you hug just like my mom'. I thought of this when lance got upset because he missed his mom's hugs :/

*softly* oh god here we go

Or even worse, Lance finding qualities of all of his family members in his team. He decides he’ll try his hardest not to think about home but then Pidge does something that reminds him of his little brother/sister. One of Hunk’s experiments in the kitchen reminds him of his Dad’s cooking. Allura reminds him of his protective older sister and Shiro his brother. Keith has his Mom’s hugs and Coran tells him stories exactly how only his uncle could.

He tries to forget but in turn forgetting who he is. The team try to help with the homesickness but whenever Lance realizes how much they care for him, makes him hurt even more

what-even-is-sleep  asked:

*whispering* lance circus auuuuuuuuuuuu *naruto-runs away*

Girl. GUUUURL i am living. I could probably make this a huge fix of it’s own too, but i won’t cuz I’m very sick. haha. Ok!


“Oh no,” Hunk blots off the white paint that has spotted his bright orange clown pants. His trailer smells like an odd combination of makeup and fresh bread. 

“There’s no way in hell you’re using me as your sacrifice.” Hunk cries with more determination.

“Aw c’mon Hunk! You’re always being shot out of a cannon or something! How is this more dangerous?” Keith whines. His throwing knives jangle in his back pocket.

“Um, well for one thing…. it’s not a real cannon. It’s one I designed and built so I know exactly how much firepower it has and the risk that’s involved.” He sets down his pants. “And like, the whole joke is that I DON’T get shot out! There’s no risk.”

“We also go through our equipment before every show for safety checks.” Pidge chimes in from her dark corner of the trailer. He hair is still sprayed in crazy directions from their last performance, but she’s removed her makeup. There are still traces of red around her mouth. 

“And Hunk even reduced the sugar content in his pies because they were stinging his eyes a bit too much.”

Hunk nods to confirm. Keith rolls his eyes and groans.

“I’m desperate here guys. I really need a new partner. Thace just called and said the doctors won’t sign off on him touring.” Keith had gotten the call just hours before. Thace had been his mentor and partner for all of their tours, but in recent years he had taken more of a back seat. He would participate less in the throwing aspect, and now just enjoyed spinning on boards blindfolded while Keith threw knives at him. Only the circus performers could tell that he was secretly napping under that blindfold. 

But Thace was getting older. He would joke that Keith should find some “pretty young thing” to replace him, but Keith enjoyed working on their act together. he liked the close bond and comradery that they shared and thought he could get at least three more tours out of him. Unfortunately Thace’s heart had other plans. 

“Pidge?” Keith asks. She snorts.

“Honestly, it’s not very impressive if you miss me. I’m such a small target. Not very entertaining.”

“That’s true.” Keith sighs. She definitely had a point.

“You could try Lance?” She asks. On the outside it’s an innocent enough question. Lance was their star trapeze and high wire artist. He was athletic, looked good in a leotard, and used to the adrenaline that came from circus work. Logically he’d be a perfect fit.

But Keith sees that knowing smirk on Pidge’s lips. He walks out of their trailer with a huff.

“Forget it.”

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For Day 1 of @voltronwhumpweek2017

Prompt: Fever

Ship: Pre-Klance 

Setting: College AU 

Exhaustion is a heavy weight around Keith’s shoulders. Between classes, work and baseball, sleep is a luxury he can’t seem to afford often. At most, he gets around four hours of sleep a night. He can hear Shiro’s clipped, worried tone grating in the back of his mind and telling him how unhealthy and dangerous that is, but what’s a guy to do? 

Professional baseball is his goal, has always been since Shiro first gave him a baseball when he was eight. But, staying on the team means keeping his grades up; plus, some scouts don’t only look at his playing. Some will dive deeper into the world of academics to see which players can properly balance school work and sports. 

Keith is determined to be that player; he’s determined to be the athlete that every scout desires. So, if he loses sleep because of this, then so be it. He’ll manage. 

At least, he thought he would manage. 

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Dismantled

I’ve also posted this to my tumblr if you don’t mind, this is after Lance’s fall

‘thoughts’

“speech”

WARNING THIS FIC CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF TORTURE

(it’s nothing too descriptive though)

Lance groaned in agony at the pain that coursed through him. His head throbbed and opening his eyes made things worse as his vision tilted and swam every which way. He attempted to move his body and found he couldn’t,

Not even a twitch.

Lance’s eyes flew open and he resisted the urge to vomit at the action. Panic overtook him as he attempted to move again and found he couldn’t he couldn’t. He found that eh could move his arms slightly but doing so with his right arm sent a jolt of agony up it and made his vision grow white briefly.

‘I can’t move, why can’t I move?!′

Lance then remembered that he had been fighting Keith and the stinging pain from the cut across his face became more apparent.

‘we were fighting and then-’

Keith had let him fall, and as Lance had finally hit the bottom, he remembers the cracking sound before passing out.

‘Oh god- my, my spine. Please don’t let it be my sine’

If it was his spine he was screwed,he would never move again. At least not his legs.

Footsteps clicked across the floor and Lance did his best to turn his head towards the source. He couldn’t look up at the whomever approached him but the boots were Galra armor.

“Oh my sweet little Blue what happened”

Lance winced as the Galra rushed over to him and at the sickening cooing tone of their voice.

Lotor.

Even as Lance was likely dying Lotor was still taking every opportunity to “woo” him.

Lance could vaguely feel the upper part of his body being lifted, but upon looking down saw that his entire body had been lifted off the floor.

So it really was his spine.

He couldn’t feel anything below his waist. His upper body didn’t fair much better, while he could still feel it and could move his arms, it was only a slight feeling. A twitch was the most he could manage. He wouldn’t be able to walk ever again. And he likely wouldn’t be able to use his arms again either, at least not to their full extent, if at all.

“Your former teammates have fled, they did quite the amount of damage. In more ways than one”

Lance tried not to shudder. He didn’t have to look at Lotor to feel that hungry gaze raking over his body. Lotor walked down the hallways taking several turns before stopping at a place Lance had come to know to avoid.

Haggar’s personal little workshop.

Most aliens that went in here did not come back in one piece.

If they came back at all.

Lance was walked in an placed on Haggar’s table. He was internally panicking and tried his best not to show it. He was  in a bad position. He was severely injured and unable to move and was about to be at the mercy of the demented witch.

Speak of the devil Haggar was now in the room.

It always bothered Lance how she could move so silently, it meant that if she wanted to kill you,

you’d likely never hear her coming.

Haggar grinned at him and he visibly winced at the smile, which only made it grow wider.

“Do what you have to”

Haggar laughed at Lotor’s command and Lance winced once again as she turned to him, the smile on her face more sadistic than before.

“As you wish my prince”

Lance has been in pain before.

He’s experienced it a lot actually.

He’s been badly burned, had his front teeth knocked out by a baseball, gotten into rough and tumble situations with his sibling resulting in bruises and bloody noses.

He’s suffered broken bones more than once, even had to have one reset. And when you reset bones they can’t put you under. You have to be awake so they know they set it right. He was given medicine to forget though, so I guess he could be grateful for that. Lance has even had stitches.

But none of that could prepare for what came next in Haggar’s “care.”

The next months are tormenting and anguish unlike anything he’s ever known.

None of the injuries he’s ever had could ever compare to this. What was left of his right arm had been removed, and not with any sort of care. Not like Lance was expecting bed side manner from Haggar mind you.

But the spine was the worst. Lance was strapped to the table to ensure he wouldn’t move with his back facing up. Haggar then began to cut into his skin down his spine. Lance bit his cheek to keep himself from crying out as she then separated his skin and spread i out, sticking something like needles into his back to keep the skin open. She continued this process with the muscle and everything else until she finally reached the bone.

Lance wished he couldn’t feel this. He thought he shouldn’t be able to, but then again he wasn’t really sure how anatomy worked. For all he knew Haggar was using her magic so he would feel all of this.

She didn’t trust him, he knew that.

It was one of the reasons he avoided her, The other’s being he found her disturbing.

Honestly Lance was slightly afraid of her.

A sharp stab of pain drew him out of his thoughts and he let a wheeze of pain.

He heard a clack as something dropped into the bowl like object next to him. As he looked over another pain and another object dropped into it again.

It was bone.

Haggar was removing his spine. granted it was useless as it was but the very thought of it be taken out of his body like this instilled terror in him. He jerked and thrashed only to feel the familiar burning of quintessence magic from his spars with the druids wash over his body.

“Be still! Endure it. When I am finished with you, you will regain your ability to walk, and so much more.”

Lane whimpered at the statement as Haggar continued to dig around in his back and removing his spine. He could feel the tolls she was using scrape around and cut the spine from the flesh holding it there. He could feel her claws digging around in his back.

She was enjoying this, causing him pain like this.

Haggar much like Lotor was sadistic. But her sadism stemmed from whatever her goals were. Lotor’s was mindless and random, a form of entertainment whenever he grew bored or a result of his explosive and short temper.

Haggar seemed to have finished removing his spine as she began to move around ridding herself of tools and having a druid rid of his spine in the bowl.

Another druid came into the corner of his vision and handed something to Haggar, he couldn’t make it out from this angle. When Haggar once again approached him he could make out what was in her hands. IT was a metal spine, a prosthetic. She was going to stick that in his back. With the magic holding him down all Lance could do was bite back the scared whine.

Haggar moved towards his back and out his vision again and Lance jolted slightly as she began to force the spine into his back, He felt her move it around as she began to attach the spine to the bone of his neck and his tail bone.

Lance couldn’t hold back the scream of pain at what happened next. He could feel the prosthetic as though it were his actual spine and could feel it burning as if it was on fire from Haggar’s quintessence running though it.

“This will allow the prosthetic to take the place of your spine. This will allow it to actually function.”

Haggar’s words ran dully though his head as his vision contorted and darkened and finally he passed out.

When Lance awoke again he was no longer held down by quintessence. He was also now facing upwards. Lance was first aware of the devastating pain his back was in. The next thing he was aware of is the remainder of his right arm being stretched away from his body by a pair of hands, before being strapped down.

The pain then started fully awaking Lance from his stupor. It was Haggar again and she was attaching something to where his right arm once was. He felt it latch in place finally as another piece of it was slipped under his back and winced as it dug into his shoulder blade finally clicking into place.

“Awake I see, well not for long.” Haggar’s hand sparked with her quintessence as placed it on his head. “Rest now, there is much for us to do when you awake again”

Lance felt the magic pulse into his head and a fog settled in his mind his thoughts growing heavier as was forced into sleep.

When Lance awoke again the pain had subsided to a dull throb, and it was a while before his mind cleared enough for him to think coherently. He examined his surroundings and found himself  in his room.

Or well what Lotor had given to him, it really wasn’t his room, this was only temporary after all.

As Lance set up a sharp stab went up his spine and right arm, and Lance doubled over as his i went white. He was aware he was retching from the sounds he could hear, but luckily he had nothing on his stomach from the “surgery” being done however long ago it was.

Quite some time actually given the empty feeling in Lance’s stomach. When color came back to him and everything became clear again Lance forced himself to his feet, ignoring the smaller pricks of pain that he felt when he did so. Lance stumbled over to the mirror and collapsed against the dresser.

He breathed slowly trying to steady himself as the room had begun to spin again. When the incessant throbbing in his head had finally died down he looked up into the mirror.

Lance’s breath hitched in his throat. He knew his right arm would be gone, He just didn’t think it would be all of it. The prosthetic went all the way up to his shoulder, and when he shifted it he could feel that it covered his shoulder blade as well. Lance touched the cold Galra prosthetic and winced at the thought of how much damage must have been done that the whole thing had to be cut off.

Lance swallowed the lump in his throat as he slowly turned around to get a look at his spine. He trembled at the sight of his back, covered in criss cross sections of scars all around his spine. Almost all of the skin that had been over the spine was gone, only a small amount remaining around the edges of it. Metal coldly glinted back at him as if grinning a sadistic smile. The shiny grey substance ran all the way up to his neck and stopped at his hairline.

Lance couldn’t keep himself up anymore as his legs gave out beneath him. He dug his hand s into the ground, the prosthetic ripping up some of the carpet as his arms shook.

Finally Lance let out the scream of anguish, anger, pain and utter betrayal he had felt from the moment this hell started.

anonymous asked:

For a prompt: I really want to see Lance worrying and thinking about his family on earth? Hopefully, there's a bit of fluff at the end. (Because I can't deal with bad ends...) A little off-topic though, I'm also a writer but I'm scared of writing fanfics. Like, I'm scared I will write them OOC or screw up the characters (idk) so I end up not writing at all. Do you have any tips for this because I really want to write but I never have the courage. Thank you so much!!! 💕

The thing is that with writing, it’s strictly your writing. There are not rules really when writing fanfics, you just have to do what makes you happy! Although I also struggle with trying to keep characters in character but something that’s helped me is reading popular fanfic writers, you can even re-watch and take note of the focus character’s personality and diction. 


The team took note of Lance’s groggy appearance immediately as they all gathered for breakfast. He was slouched over with sunken in eyes that seemed to broadcast a quiet inner turmoil. He absently nibbled at his food goo.

Lance couldn’t get out of his head, the others chattered around him but he paid no attention. He couldn’t, he was trapped in the deep recesses of his mind. Helpless thoughts clenching his heart in anxiety.

As he tried to reel back the thoughts they always steered back towards the one topic he didn’t want to dwell upon. Earth. 

His mama and her soft hugs, papa and their manly bonding, the twins and their mischievous pranks, his oldest brother and sister, both gone to live their lives. He wondered helplessly if they were fine, how they were coping.

Lance hated the fact that he would be another reason for their distraught, left wondering if he was dead. Usually he would be able to pull himself from these thoughts, but today was not one of them. It all started with one dream, it was a fairly innocent dream that shouldn’t have fazed Lance. But it did.

This one stuck. It had been of one particular day on earth, the day before Lance had gone off to garrison. They had had a large picnic on the beach, it was lovely. The breeze in his hair as he swam with his siblings and cousins, laughing the whole time. Then teasing the younger ones. But, the whole day there was an overcast sadness around the family. They were loosing their boy. 

Not knowing when he’d be back. 

And now, they probably think he’d never be back, that he was dead. They’re probably overridden with sadness, wishing he’d never gone to that god forsaken school.

“-nce!” Lance shook himself and looked up at the team. They were all staring at him in worry and Lance smiled. Everyone could tell it was strained, no one commented.

“Yeah?” Lance said and coughed to clear his throat. 

“Are you alright?” Shiro asked and Hunk laid his hand on Lances shoulder.

“You’ve been out of it all morning,” Hunk said and squeeze his shoulder. Lance hated the attention, he knew he was feeling down. The others didn’t need to know as well.

“I’m fine. Uh- Can I go? I… need some time alone.” Lance stuttered out, he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He didn’t want them to see him upset.

“Sure, just…. training starts in an hour.” Shiro excused him and Lance practically bolted out of the room.

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anonymous asked:

How do you think shiro would be as a dad to his kids with allura?

So, first of all, bless you for this ask, because season 3 has me so stressed and excited and full of a lot of emotions. LOL. I need to talk about some cute Shallura fluff to distract me from that.

I haven’t given this tooooo much thought, so these aren’t all that fully developed. 

Some headcanons:

  • Shiro and Allura have twins in my headcanon, lmao. A boy named Roka and a girl named Cora. 
  • Shiro is very nurturing and is a hands-on father. Everything he does is probably a learning experience for his kids.
  • But of course he knows how to relax and have some good ol’ plain fun and goofing off with them
  • He’ll initiate snowball fights, or a game of tag and let his kids win. 
  • Honestly, he probably does that thing that male lions do with their cubs; you know, where they play fight and he’ll pretend to be hurt. 
  • “Oh nooo, you got me! I’m dyiiiing. Everything’s going…dark. Bleehh.”
  • “Dad, stooooop.” 
  • He definitely brings his babies with him when he’s working, assuming it’s nothing dangerous (one would be strapped to the front and one on the back in those baby slings as seen here)
  • Puns. You know there’s a lot of puns. He makes them when they’re too young to understand, and he makes them when they’re old enough to understand and groan about how terrible puns are. 
  • Shiro and Allura hardly get any sleep, because when one baby is asleep, the other is probably wide awake. It’s a miracle when both babies are asleep and Shiro and Allura can actually sleep at the same time. 
  • When they’re a little older (probably six or so), he lets them tag along for a joyride in the Black Lion. Orrr he allows them to ride with his teammates in the other lions. 
  • Keith and Lance adore the kids and pretty much fight over who gets to take them for a ride.
  • He’s easy-going and eager to teach his kids about the universe, piloting, and space!
  • On the other hand, I can also see him being cautious about safety and getting a little overprotective. Especially when they’re very little. 
  • “Okay, do you have her strapped in, Lance? Is her helmet secure? Make sure you have extra medkits. Just a couple laps around the castle, okay? And don’t go too fast.”
  • “Shiro, my man, we’ll go super slow, I prooooomise.” 
  • When they’re first born, Shiro doesn’t really have a clue how to be a father, but it comes naturally to him, just like being a leader does. 
  • Shiro and Allura are definitely a power couple
  • But even with their combined strength, leadership, and perseverance, they’re both still exhausted by the end of the day, especially in the earlier years when their children are very young and need constant supervision. 

@babyfairybaekhyun, some star baby headcanons! Yeeeee. 

Thanks for the ask!! <3 

Power Saver

Part 3:

Allura was a mess.
She just had to hand over her precious little brother over to the monsters that not only wiped out her own people but Lance’s as well.
Of course she had wanted to follow them straight away and rescue him, but the Galra had made precautions and escaped into an asteroid belt something the castle could not follow through.
They had no choice but to let them get away and instead focus on Shiro.
It wasn’t good.
His wounds were bad enough on their own and with the added damage from infection and little food or water during his captivity made him all the worse for ware.
This was the second week he had been in the pod and it was Allura’s turn to sit with him.
She was looking at and old picture of her and Lance from when they were children.
Lance was grinning at the camera with his two front teeth missing and his white hair falling past his shoulders sitting on the grass. He was probably about twelve and Allura couldn’t help but smile at the memory of the day when they had a rare free day and doesn’t hours just lying on the grass and her telling him stories about the mighty Voltron that would always protect him and assure they would win the war.
It was exactly two years later that Blue claimed Lance as her paladin after Blaytz had died in battle.
The day that decided her little brother would never have a life of safety and comfort for one of a soldier.
Suddenly a familiar hissing sound filled the room and Shiro came stumbling out of the pod.
Allura jumped to her feet dropping the picture in favour of catching the black paladin.
“Shiro! How are you feeling?” She asked.
Shiro looked up at her, taking a moment to get his bearings. “Fine… what happened?” He asked as he gently pushed her away and supported himself.
“You were gravely injured during your last mission and as a result captured… we had no choice but to make a trade to get you back in time.” Allura explained as her eyes fell to the floor.
Dread settled in the pit of Shiro’s stomach “please don’t tell me you gave Zarkon the lions for me?” He asked with a not of panic to his voice.
Slowly Allura shook her head “it was not the lions… but something much more valuable and destructive then voltron.

For a moment Shiro couldn’t think what she could mean.
Then the memories came flooding back.
He had seen Lance while he was still injured…
Oh god no!
Please no!
"Allura… where is Lance?”
Allura didn’t answer as tears began to fall down her cheeks.
“Where is he!” Shiro yelled, ice filling his veins.
“H-he’s gone Shiro… they have him. They have my baby brother.” Allura sobbed.

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“I don’t see why we don’t just use him to power the ship?” A Galra general asked.
Haggar rolled her eyes “you think too small, if he were to power merely the flag ship then he would of course provide us with more energy then you have ever seen. However there’s only so much a single ship can do.” She smirked as she placed her hand on the cool glass. “But my new design will ensure the destruction to not only Voltron but all who dare to stand against the Galra empire.”
The General shivered as he stared at Lance strapped into the pod. His eyes glowing with cracks covering all exposed skin.
He looked far too pale and had lost so much weight.
However it wasn’t the blue paladin appearance that made the General scared, but rather the large Robeast he was powering and the knowledge that any day now it would be completed and he had no way of warning the Blade of Marmora.

Dancing Away With My Heart Pt. 2

 Summary: You’re a ballerina dancer, and your baby sister is taking up gymnastics, with none other than Lance Tucker as her teacher. 

Pairing: Lance the Fucker Tucker x ofc (Stella)

Warnings: Language

Originally posted by vintagefangirll



The annoying screeching of my alarm at 4:30AM jerks me from my sleep. Okay, I know I said I was a morning person, and really I am. I promise, but for some reason today my body just isn’t having it, but I can’t let Sarah be late to her second day of training. So, dragging myself out of bed I head to the bathroom and put on my fluffy robe, don’t want to be walking around half naked now would I? Heading downstairs to start a pot of coffee, and stopping at Sarah’s door. Knocking a few times to get her attention.

“Sarah? You need to wake up babe it’s 4:30.” I hear the soft thud of something hitting the door. She must have thrown the pillow at the door. Chuckling, I head into the kitchen and sit at the table with my warm mug. After checking snapchat and instagram, I hear Sarah come down stairs. She looks just about as put together as I am. Which isn’t much.

“You better hurry up and shower, Sarah. We can’t be late, coach Tucker probably wouldn’t appreciate it too much if we were late on your second day.” She nods, chewing on her piece of bacon. Something tells me she won’t be able to enjoy bacon for breakfast much longer. He’ll probably send her home with a diet plan soon.

She heads up to shower, and I head to my own shower.

By the time we’re done, it’s 5:00 and we’re headed out the door.

After 2 hours and several music jam sessions later, we make it to the gym.

Parking next to the fancy car again, I notice there’s no one else here today. It’s just now that I remember that she said it would just be them today.

Walking into the gym, we’re met with the sight of Lance Tucker doing push ups. He’s in a white tank top and long running pants in blue. He looks good. He see’s us, stands up and walks towards us.

“It’s about time, I was getting wrinkles.” He rests his hands on his hips.

I blush, seeing as it was my fault she was late.
“S-Sorry, Mr. Tucker. It was my fault, I guess we should have left earlier.” I rub the back of my head in nervousness. He smirks an awful cocky, arrogant smirk.

“Don’t worry about it, princess. Just make sure she’s on time next time, alright?” He drags his pointer finger under my chin, making me look up and into his eyes. He winks at me before looking towards Sarah.

“Alright! Let’s start with bars, kiddo.” She clears her throat.

“Um, coach? Do you mind if my sister stays for today’s training session? She doesn’t work today, and I figured we could save gas.” He turns to look at me, and I give him a nervous smile.

“Do you wanna practise gymnastics too? You can use the gym if you like.” He smiles again, however it’s not arrogant. It’s genuine.

“O-Oh, no. I’d make a fool of myself. I don’t do gymnastics.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Really? You were in a leotard yesterday, you looked damn good in it too.” He stands with his legs wide, his arms crossed and tucked under his armpits.

“Oh that? I’m a ballet dancer and I teach dance.” I find myself blushing, and looking towards the ground.

‘What is it about this guy? He’s messing with me.’

“Oooh, this is a dancer’s body then, huh?” He walks towards me, before walking around me and checking me out. If my blush wasn’t evident before it is now. He seems to notice.

“Aw am I making you blush, sweet cheeks?” NOW he smiles that arrogant smile. Sarah, being the doll that she is, clears her throat.

“U-Uh, coach? Are we ready to practise?” He looks towards her and smiles.

“Yeah, go ahead to the bars, Sarah.” She heads across the massive gym and towards the bars. It’s just then that the gym doors open and a little boy, and what I can only assume is his mother, walk in. He walks up to her, meeting her halfway. He leans down and picks up the little boy, balancing him on his hip. This must be his son. He doesn’t seem to get along with her, her being Maggie Townsend, the student he impregnated. Looking towards the ground, at my feet. Anything to avoid looking at them, as not to eavesdrop, as much as I’d like to. She takes her leave, not sparing me or Sarah a second glace. Hell, I don’t even think she looked at us once. She seems like a bitch.

Lance puts his son down, leaning down to talk to him. The little boy can’t be more than 3 years old, and he looks just like Lance. He couldn’t deny him if he wanted to. The little boy goes to play with his toys on one of that mats while Lance goes on to train Sarah. Watching them, I notice he’s constantly looking back to his son, checking on him. It’s cute, and makes me wish I had kids of my own. It’s just, ever since mom and dad died I never really had time to spend on myself, I’ve never had the chance to be with a man, I’ve been too worried about taking care of my baby sister.

After a while, I go up to Lance and tap him on the shoulder. He turns to look at me.

“What can I do for you, dollface?” I roll my eyes.

“Would you like me to sit with him? I don’t mind watching him.” His eyes soften just the slightest.

“You don’t have to do that.” I smile.

“I know, but I can tell you’re stressed out. Trying to train her and watch your son at the same time. I don’t mind, really.” I turn to look at him. He’s playing with an airplane toy, and spitting all over the place trying to make airplane noises. I turn to look back at Lance and he’s looking at him, smiling.

“What’s his name?” He looks down at me.

“Luke. Luke Tucker.” I smile again.

“He looks just like you.” His face lights up, this boy is his whole world, it’s plain to see.

“Yeah, I’ve been told that before.” He looks down at me.

“But yeah, if you want to watch him you can. I’d appreciate that.” I nod and walk over to the little boy, before sitting next to him.

“Hello.” He looks up from his toys and smiles at me.

“Hi pretty lady!” A blush makes its way across my face, this little boy is going to be a charmer, I can tell already.

“You’re Luke, right?” He stands up, jumping up and down.

“YEAH! What’s your name pretty lady?” I laugh, this boy is adorable.

“I’m Stella.” He plops himself down on my lap, hard.

“OOF!” Makes it’s way out of my lips before I can stop it.

“Are you daddy’s girlfriend?” Kids say the darndest things.

“No, baby. I’m not his girlfriend.”

“Do ya wanna be? I bet I can make it happen!!” He stands up and runs towards his daddy.

“DADDY DADDY DADDY!!!!!” Lance turns to look at him, then turns to look at Sarah. I can see the words ‘be right back’ on his lips before he comes down off the taller mat and to his son. He leans down and opens his arms and Luke crashes into them. My face is bright red by now because I know what’s about to happen.

“DADDY! Daddy do you wanna date the pretty lady!?” He laughs a big belly laugh.

“Now what gave you that idea, little man?”

“Because she’s a pretty lady.” He chuckles and brings Luke back over to his play mat, dropping him down on the mat.

After 4 more hours and several rounds of legos and Lance yelling

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, SARAH!?” We’re about done. Lance runs his hands through his hair before walking up to us, and leaning down to his son, ruffling up his hair.

“Get packed up kiddo, we’re almost done here.” Luke whines.

“B-But I wanna stay with pretty Stella more, daddy!” His bottom lips quivers and it tears on my heart strings.

“Don’t worry buddy. I’ll see you soon, I’m sure.” He starts crying and he lays his head on my lap. Lance sighs. It’s just then that I remember, Sarah doesn’t have practise tomorrow, But I work.

“What are you doing tomorrow, Lance?” He looks up at me.

“Day off, why?”

“Why don’t you bring Luke by the dance studio?” Luke perks up and starts jumping in joy.

“YEAH YEAH!!! CAN WE GO DADDY PLEASE!?!” Lance chuckles.

“If pretty Stella doesn’t mind.” He winks at me.

‘OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE PRETTY STELLA!?” I laugh.

“You can come, Luke. In fact, I’d love it if you and your handsome daddy came to see me.” I look up and wink at Lance. He smiles.

“It’s a date. We’ll see you tomorrow, pretty girl.”

We all pack up to leave, and say our final goodbyes while Lance straps Luke in his carseat.

“See you tomorrow, handsome.” I wink and drive off. Tomorrow is the only day of work that I’ve ever actually looked up to.

TAGS: @iamthemaskhewears, @cry-me-a-fkin-river  @marvel-fanfiction, @cassandras-musings

Leaderless

The blue lion spun as it tumbled downward head over tail. The sound of metal tearing drowned out the screams of the paladin within… ___________________________________________________ Hey! So I’m writing this short little thing based off of the new season three trailer ( the first one, I haven’t seen the rest yet) this is just to get a feel for the new situation the paladins are dealing with since Shiro is gone and the pressure that surrounds them now. If you want me to continue this just let me know :) (This does lean more towards Klance than it does lean away from it. It’s not explicit or anything, but I will put down a warning that his is geared towards more mature readers because of graphic depictions of injury as well as some self hate.) This was inspired by a text post by @vld-keith I hope you don’t mind that I took this and ran with it ;) Once again, this is geared for more mature readers due to some content related to injury. If this is something you want to skip over you can, I’ll place warnings before and after the scenes which graphic descriptions. I CAN release a version of his story without the depictions being too graphic, just let me know if you would like me to. Thanks! Enjoy the story :) ___________________________________________________

“You want me to lead Voltron?This is how I lead.” Anger filled Keith’s voice as he spoke over the com to the other paladins. “At the rate you’re going you’ll kill someone so I suggest you calm down.” Allura disconnected her video feed from the screens, but kept the comm online. “Coran and I are going to make adjustments to the castle and run some diagnostics on the black lion. Pidge, you and Hunk will need to stay here and help us once we’ve assessed the damage. Keith, you and Lance will need to find some materials for us. I’ve uploaded the maps onto your screens, you should be receiving them now.” The screen shone bright blue as the map laid out in front of Lance. “So we just need to dip in and grab what we need. Good. Any people actually live on this planet?” Allura didn’t sound confident when she answered. “Not that we know of.”
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“Do you know any songs on the banjo?” Lance’s feet were barely dangling off of his headrest and he rested his shoulders against the cushion of his seat. “What?” Keith’s response was biting, but Lance let it slide. “I dunno, just wondering, since you lived in the south and in the desert for a while.” Lance’s head began to swim as blood flowed towards his head. Before Keith could reply back Lance righted himself and eased the blue lion forward. “Just focus on the mission Lance. We don’t have the luxury of goofing off.” Lance rolled his eyes as he pulled up the map. “Aye aye captain.” Keith let out a sigh of frustration as he weaved ahead of Lance. “Prepare to break the atmosphere, we’re going in as soon as possible.” Lance buckled his straps in and bore down on the pedals. “Awesome!”
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“Can you connect this to the other port?” Pidge handed Hunk a chord without turning back as she typed a few bits of coding into the preset system. “Yea sure, any idea when we might be finished?” Pidge shrugged and continued typing. “Hey Allura?” Hunk turned to face her as she entered the room. “Yes Hunk?” She had her hair up in a bun that swept her hair out of the way of her armor. “Any idea when this might be done?” Allura rested a hand on her chin and shook her head as she thought. “Coran said we should prepare for a few more hours of system resets. The lions may have their own being, but they are mechanical beasts. Whenever Shiro…” she paused and then continued on. “Whenever Shiro went missing the black lion essentially shut down, we’re just working on bringing basic functionality back.” Hunk sighed and turned back to Pidge. “Any idea where my tool belt is?” Allura brightened at Hunk’s question. “You plan to access the black lion?” Hunk shook his head. “I plan to fix the black lion, I’m not leaving yellow to be a substitute.” Allura leaned back slightly disheartened. “Yes of course.” Hunk pretended he hadn’t heard the disappointment in her voice and Allura remained insistent that she had kept her emotions in check.
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“There. That’s the last of it.” Keith shifted the weight of the sack from one hand to the other as he placed the last stone inside. “Nice! Now we can explore a little bit before we set off!” Keith glowered at Lance and shook his head. “We’re going back to our lions. I’m not about to fail a mission because you want to take a joy ride.” Lance shrugged and picked up his sack before they headed out of the caves together. Lance watched Keith as he headed towards his lion, but didn’t stop him. “Here, I’ll store them in blue since she can take the extra weight.” Keith seemed to glare at Lance as he shouldered his sack. “I’m sure red will be fine, it’s just a sack of rocks.”“ A sack of very heavy rocks.” Keith closed his eyes and pinched his the bridge nose with his fingers. “My lion is fine.” Lance held his hands open and backed away towards his lion. “Ok just offering.” Lance boarded his lion and set the sack towards the back of his hub and jumped into his seat. “Alright, set the course captain!” Lance saluted Keith even though he couldn’t see it. “You need to take this seriously Lance.” Lance rolled his eyes as he fastened his belt. “And where would the fun be in that?” Keith brought the map up on his screen and placed his feet on the pedal. “It’s not supposed to be fun Lance, it’s a mission.” Lance moved blue closer to red as he prepared to take off. “Oh sure, yea, welcome to Voltron where we’re very serious. In fact, we’re so serious that our first battle took place in our dining hall, with space goo!” Lance laughed as blue’s feet left the ground. “Shut up and fly your lion.” Keith bore down on the controls as he flew red out of the intricate cave systems. __________________________________________________ “Hunk?” Allura peeked over the paladin’s shoulder as he turned to face her. “Yes princess?” His cheek was smudged with oil, but he paid it no mind. “Oh I was just checking in, how’s the work?” Hunk raised an eyebrow, but returned to his work. “Uh good? Well, I mean, the main control system is out and the motor functions of the legs is splayed.” Allura but her lip and swept a pesky hair out of her face. “Well at least it’s still functional.” Hunk shrugged. “If functional is being able to glow then yea, it’s functional.” Allura’s fave fell into a frown that she seemed to be wearing more often than not these days. “Well keep me updated. I’m going to see if Coran needs any assistance.” Hunk stuck his hand in the air to say goodbye as she turned and exited the hangar doors. She had to remind herself to compose herself before she entered the main control room. “Coran?” She scanned the room until she found him fidgeting with one of the control panels. “Coran?” Her footsteps echoed in the large room as she crossed it. “Oh! Princess!” Coran turned quickly to face her. “I didn’t know you had come in, here let’s sit.” _______________________________________________ “Keith? They’re on my tail, can you hit them?” Lance’s grip on the controls increased as he twisted his lion through the shrubbery. “Kinda caught up at the moment, just shake them off!” Keith turned and fired his laser at the approaching fighter jets. “Keith I really need thrust help about now!” Lance’s leg had been hit by a stray shot as he had ducked away from them. “Just go into the caves and hide or something, I can’t get these guys off of me!” Keith fired a shot and clipped the wing on the last pilot. “Alright I’m on my wa-” Keith was cut off by the sound of metal. “Lance??” His voice was filled with panic as he scanned the terrain for the other paladin. “Lance answer me!” Keith saw a flash of blue and soared towards it, but he was too late. The blue lion spun as it tumbled downward head over tail into the intricate cave system they had walked through before. The sound of metal tearing drowned out the screams of the paladin within. ___________________________________________________ (Alright I’ll have to finish this later since I’m about to eat dinner, but enjoy ;D) (I’m on mobile so I apologize in advance for any formatting awkwardness)
figure my heart out (klance)

short lil klance fic i posted a few days ago on ao3!


It’s Keith who eventually stops him, because of course it is.

He’d packed only what he could carry in his backpack, which isn’t much– some clothes, some nonperishable food items, a water bottle, and a pocketknife from home– and takes in one final sweep of his room before leaving it behind forever. During his time in the castle, he hadn’t exactly had lots of downtime to decorate his room, but it has traces of him nonetheless. He’ll miss it even though he’d never really considered it home.

He closes the door, the wood cast in a dark blue sheen in the nighttime glow of the castle, and heads for the flight deck. Everyone’s rooms are spaced out far enough that he’s not concerned about tiptoeing, so he walks quickly so he won’t get the chance to be sad and change his mind.

He’s almost to the flight deck when a voice makes him jump out of his skin. “You know, I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.”

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Dismantled

This is for the langst spy au by Willowstar

  http://willowstarr.tumblr.com/post/157646187134/ok-so-what-if-a-langst-spy-au-just-hear-me

that’s the link to the first part, you need to read at least that part for this to make any sense, it will contain spoilers

‘thoughts’

“speech”

WARNING THIS FIC CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF TORTURE

Lance groaned in agony at the pain that coursed through him. His head throbbed and opening his eyes made things worse as his vision tilted and swam every which way. He attempted to move his body and found he couldn’t,

Not even a twitch.

Lance’s eyes flew open and he resisted the urge to vomit at the action. Panic overtook him as he attempted to move again and found he couldn’t he couldn’t. He found that eh could move his arms slightly but doing so with his right arm sent a jolt of agony up it and made his vision grow white briefly.

‘I can’t move, why can’t I move?!′

Lance then remembered that he had been fighting Keith and the stinging pain from the cut across his face became more apparent.

‘we were fighting and then-’

Keith had let him fall, and as Lance had finally hit the bottom, he remembers the cracking sound before passing out.

‘Oh god- my, my spine. Please don’t let it be my sine’

If it was his spine he was screwed,he would never move again. At least not his legs.

Footsteps clicked across the floor and Lance did his best to turn his head towards the source. He couldn’t look up at the whomever approached him but the boots were Galra armor.

“Oh my sweet little Blue what happened”

Lance winced as the Galra rushed over to him and at the sickening cooing tone of their voice.

Lotor.

Even as Lance was likely dying Lotor was still taking every opportunity to “woo” him.

Lance could vaguely feel the upper part of his body being lifted, but upon looking down saw that his entire body had been lifted off the floor.

So it really was his spine.

He couldn’t feel anything below his waist. His upper body didn’t fair much better, while he could still feel it and could move his arms, it was only a slight feeling. A twitch was the most he could manage. He wouldn’t be able to walk ever again. And he likely wouldn’t be able to use his arms again either, at least not to their full extent, if at all.

“Your former teammates have fled, they did quite the amount of damage. In more ways than one”

Lance tried not to shudder. He didn’t have to look at Lotor to feel that hungry gaze raking over his body. Lotor walked down the hallways taking several turns before stopping at a place Lance had come to know to avoid.

Haggar’s personal little workshop.

Most aliens that went in here did not come back in one piece.

If they came back at all.

Lance was walked in an placed on Haggar’s table. He was internally panicking and tried his best not to show it. He was  in a bad position. He was severely injured and unable to move and was about to be at the mercy of the demented witch.

Speak of the devil Haggar was now in the room.

It always bothered Lance how she could move so silently, it meant that if she wanted to kill you,

you’d likely never hear her coming.

Haggar grinned at him and he visibly winced at the smile, which only made it grow wider.

“Do what you have to”

Haggar laughed at Lotor’s command and Lance winced once again as she turned to him, the smile on her face more sadistic than before.

“As you wish my prince”

Lance has been in pain before.

He’s experienced it a lot actually.

He’s been badly burned, had his front teeth knocked out by a baseball, gotten into rough and tumble situations with his sibling resulting in bruises and bloody noses.

He’s suffered broken bones more than once, even had to have one reset. And when you reset bones they can’t put you under. You have to be awake so they know they set it right. He was given medicine to forget though, so I guess he could be grateful for that. Lance has even had stitches.

But none of that could prepare for what came next in Haggar’s “care.”

The next months are tormenting and anguish unlike anything he’s ever known.

None of the injuries he’s ever had could ever compare to this. What was left of his right arm had been removed, and not with any sort of care. Not like Lance was expecting bed side manner from Haggar mind you.

But the spine was the worst. Lance was strapped to the table to ensure he wouldn’t move with his back facing up. Haggar then began to cut into his skin down his spine. Lance bit his cheek to keep himself from crying out as she then separated his skin and spread i out, sticking something like needles into his back to keep the skin open. She continued this process with the muscle and everything else until she finally reached the bone.

Lance wished he couldn’t feel this. He thought he shouldn’t be able to, but then again he wasn’t really sure how anatomy worked. For all he knew Haggar was using her magic so he would feel all of this.

She didn’t trust him, he knew that.

It was one of the reasons he avoided her, The other’s being he found her disturbing.

Honestly Lance was slightly afraid of her.

A sharp stab of pain drew him out of his thoughts and he let a wheeze of pain.

He heard a clack as something dropped into the bowl like object next to him. As he looked over another pain and another object dropped into it again.

It was bone.

Haggar was removing his spine. granted it was useless as it was but the very thought of it be taken out of his body like this instilled terror in him. He jerked and thrashed only to feel the familiar burning of quintessence magic from his spars with the druids wash over his body.

“Be still! Endure it. When I am finished with you, you will regain your ability to walk, and so much more.”

Lane whimpered at the statement as Haggar continued to dig around in his back and removing his spine. He could feel the tolls she was using scrape around and cut the spine from the flesh holding it there. He could feel her claws digging around in his back.

She was enjoying this, causing him pain like this.

Haggar much like Lotor was sadistic. But her sadism stemmed from whatever her goals were. Lotor’s was mindless and random, a form of entertainment whenever he grew bored or a result of his explosive and short temper.

Haggar seemed to have finished removing his spine as she began to move around ridding herself of tools and having a druid rid of his spine in the bowl.

Another druid came into the corner of his vision and handed something to Haggar, he couldn’t make it out from this angle. When Haggar once again approached him he could make out what was in her hands. IT was a metal spine, a prosthetic. She was going to stick that in his back. With the magic holding him down all Lance could do was bite back the scared whine.

Haggar moved towards his back and out his vision again and Lance jolted slightly as she began to force the spine into his back, He felt her move it around as she began to attach the spine to the bone of his neck and his tail bone.

Lance couldn’t hold back the scream of pain at what happened next. He could feel the prosthetic as though it were his actual spine and could feel it burning as if it was on fire from Haggar’s quintessence running though it.

“This will allow the prosthetic to take the place of your spine. This will allow it to actually function.”

Haggar’s words ran dully though his head as his vision contorted and darkened and finally he passed out.

When Lance awoke again he was no longer held down by quintessence. He was also now facing upwards. Lance was first aware of the devastating pain his back was in. The next thing he was aware of is the remainder of his right arm being stretched away from his body by a pair of hands, before being strapped down.

The pain then started fully awaking Lance from his stupor. It was Haggar again and she was attaching something to where his right arm once was. He felt it latch in place finally as another piece of it was slipped under his back and winced as it dug into his shoulder blade finally clicking into place.

“Awake I see, well not for long.” Haggar’s hand sparked with her quintessence as placed it on his head. “Rest now, there is much for us to do when you awake again”

Lance felt the magic pulse into his head and a fog settled in his mind his thoughts growing heavier as was forced into sleep.

When Lance awoke again the pain had subsided to a dull throb, and it was a while before his mind cleared enough for him to think coherently. He examined his surroundings and found himself  in his room.

Or well what Lotor had given to him, it really wasn’t his room, this was only temporary after all.

As Lance set up a sharp stab went up his spine and right arm, and Lance doubled over as his i went white. He was aware he was retching from the sounds he could hear, but luckily he had nothing on his stomach from the “surgery” being done however long ago it was.

Quite some time actually given the empty feeling in Lance’s stomach. When color came back to him and everything became clear again Lance forced himself to his feet, ignoring the smaller pricks of pain that he felt when he did so. Lance stumbled over to the mirror and collapsed against the dresser.

He breathed slowly trying to steady himself as the room had begun to spin again. When the incessant throbbing in his head had finally died down he looked up into the mirror.

Lance’s breath hitched in his throat. He knew his right arm would be gone, He just didn’t think it would be all of it. The prosthetic went all the way up to his shoulder, and when he shifted it he could feel that it covered his shoulder blade as well. Lance touched the cold Galra prosthetic and winced at the thought of how much damage must have been done that the whole thing had to be cut off.

Lance swallowed the lump in his throat as he slowly turned around to get a look at his spine. He trembled at the sight of his back, covered in criss cross sections of scars all around his spine. Almost all of the skin that had been over the spine was gone, only a small amount remaining around the edges of it. Metal coldly glinted back at him as if grinning a sadistic smile. The shiny grey substance ran all the way up to his neck and stopped at his hairline.

Lance couldn’t keep himself up anymore as his legs gave out beneath him. He dug his hand s into the ground, the prosthetic ripping up some of the carpet as his arms shook.

Finally Lance let out the scream of anguish, anger, pain and utter betrayal he had felt from the moment this hell started.

Icarus au

Lance and his father didn’t realize what they were getting themselves into when they accepted the job. they didn’t realize that there was a catch. when the King’s guards came to their door with a job offer from the King himself, they didn’t hesitate to accept it. they packed their work tools and left with every intention of returning home when the job was done.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not writing this as like a YOU MUST DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS or anything but I've always wondered what would make one of the boys Safeword out??? Like especially Lance cause langst xD but even Keith?? Or space dad???? Like, they all love and care for each other a bunch and it's so sweet (except for Keith's commentary 😎) but I dunno... I'm just super curious and very bad w/ writing 😥😥 - <3

Well just headcanons about my version of the boys.

Shiro would need to use his safeword if something triggered his PTSD. Like if they’re in a new location or situation that something is off, and Shiro doesn’t exactly know what it is, can’t put his finger down on it but BAM he’s triggered. Maybe Keith and Lance try to strap him down to the bed and HOLY FREAK THAT WAS A BAD IDEA. And probably Shiro would have to be prompted to use or asked if he needs to use his safeword when the boys notice Shiro’s eyes are too wide as if he’s reliving one of his bad moments.

Keith (in my head) has abandonment issues. Like serious ones. It hit him hard when Shiro was taken on the Keroberos mission (and dang it it’s gonna hit him hard with the season 2 finale). So play where he’s tied up all vulnerable, toyed with, Shiro and Lance calling over their shoulders for Keith to ‘enjoy’ himself until they come back in a few hours…is out. Like crying, screaming to come back kind of out. Luckily Lance hovered at the door that one time after Shiro closed it, to catch Keith saying his safeword before he started hyperventilating.

Lance needs to be prompted to use his safeword the most. Like he’s in a new relationship and doesn’t really know his limits yet. Because slowly getting rid of his insecurity is like shaving Mount Everest (though Shiro and Keith are using bulldozers cause they’re the best) Lance doesn’t know exactly when to say ‘stop.’ He’s too much in the place where he wants to make/keep his boyfriends happy so he’s willing to try everything they want to do. Wants to see their kinks through. Shiro and Keith would have to sit him down (again) to explain that it’s okay to use his safeword, it’s okay to not like a kink and it’s okay to say stop. With Lance I could see him finally using it if roughplay was too painful or if something is kinda gross. 

Overall though I think if these three come across a situation that does have someone use their safeword, they’d learn very quickly how to avoid it so it doesn’t happen again. Over time it would be extremely rare with how in-sync they’d be. (Also I love my smut relatively angst-free)

Imagine Your Farmer Gets Kidnapped And Their Love Interest Comes To Their Rescue

@smallgayhorse

One day, they’re just farming or exploring the forest, when some portal into an alternate dimension opens up. Rasmodius is called in and he says that while he can close it, he’ll need someone to go inside and gather some information for him, figure out how exactly he’s supposed to do that.

The Farmer, being the most combat capable of the entire town, volunteers, and with a scrying crystal (a magical version of a cellphone with a camera and internet access), their equipment, and some supplies courtesy of Pierre and Marlon, they venture into the portal.

All goes well–the air is not toxic, the plant life doesn’t want to kill them immediately, and there’s great information about how to close the portal right there.

Then, everyone watches in horror as the Farmer gets ambushed from behind, chained up, tied up, or beaten unconscious, before their scrying crystal falls to the ground and just happens to point out the way to an ominous castle or evil fortress the monsters are taking them to.

Rasmodius, unfortunately, needs to stay behind to stabilize the portal to make sure it doesn’t close on them and trap the Farmer there forever–it’d also take a month, at least, before they can even attempt to reopen the portal to that dimension with the information they have.

“In short, a rescue needs to be mounted.”

The townsfolk all eagerly volunteer. Pierre brushes up his old boxing skills. A hammer really isn’t that different from an axe, to Robin. And of course, even with his bad leg, Marlon is still a capable fighter.

However, the Wizard says that even with their capabilities as is and their numbers, it’d be suicide to just come charging in. “But also, I have a spell that can temporarily imbue one person with enough skill and combat prowess to mount a successful rescue.”

They need to be young. They need to be determined to rescue them, because that’s what the spell runs on: the unyielding desire to achieve a singular goal, through whatever means possible.

And of course your Farmer’s Love Interest volunteers.

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( reincarnated ) ; && shinon

@shinonthegrumpy

Fate worked in mysterious, or so most stories began. This time, Shinon was certain fate had screwed him over something fierce. He never believed in life after death and that bullshit. What was dead, was dead. Nothing more, nothing less. But as he met this man… this wyvern knight, something had happened.

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His bow was tense in his hands as he aimed for the stranger before him, the arrow ready to fly at any given moment. His eyes cold and hard, boring into the man and his lips drawn back, teeth flared.

He had no idea who this person was, but for all he knew this could be one of the enemy bandits he had ran into earlier. Someone sent to finish the job. Which could be the reason why he in some way recognized him.

Shinon’s teeth were gritted, and it was an obvious grimace of pain flashing over his face whenever he put weight on his legs as that sent sharp pain through chest and stomach.

“Who are you?” He hissed, voice rough. Bow shaking in his hands from strain.

            h o u r s have passed, && still he thinks of him. it’s curious – that’s all he
            can attest to, with no answers or conclusions to be drawn beyond that no
            matter how far back he reaches into his recollection. surely he couldn’t be
            from bern, not with those clothes && those looks; he bears the countenance
            of none zeiss has ever encountered before, and yet everything about this
            encounter feels so familiar, somehow.

            like incessant thorns beneath the skin, it gnaws upon his conscience ever
            after his troop has departed, && even rubley senses his distraction and
            queries after his rider’s preoccupation with a curious screech. not quite seeing,
            the young idyllic turns to look at his mount, gaze u n f o c u s e d and faraway,
            brow knit. && he knows what he has to do.

            ❝ hey, hey ——- ❞ raising his hands to display the lack of weapons, lance
            benignly strapped to his wyvern’s holster, zeiss comes to a landing before the
            other, heart in his throat. folding in his wings, his wyvern lowers his head
            warily, golden eyes narrowed and trained upon the bow, a low, hissing sound
            escaping steadily from his chest like that of air slowly leaving a punctured
            bag. ❝ calm down, i’m not here to attack. you’re … ——– ❞

            eyes flicker down over the other’s figure, some consternation settling into
            youthful features. injured, he wants to say, though he’s not sure that would
            ameliorate the situation any. he is, after all, as much a stranger to him as
            he is.

                                    ( … or is he? )

                        ❝ my  my name is zeiss, ❞ he replies. ❝ look, it’s been
                      bothering me since i saw you in town; do i … know you?
 ❞

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Once the flag waved, their horses started to charge down the line on opposite sides. Their lances moved down to point at one another. Dust was kicked up as the horses stomped closer. The crowd gasped when green met red, their lances met their targets at the same time. Both their lances strapped on the armour, earning themselves a tie of 5 points. Their horses continued to go down the line, then rounded at the corner. Both were handed new lances to start off a new round. (to be continued) ~🎃

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