Ok so we know that Pidge is a computer mastermind: she hacked into the garrison(probably multiple times), was able to create a complete fake identity, and still created more advanced scanners than what the garrison had.
We know that hunk is possibly a engineering genius: Even if he puts it more to cuisine, he could easily build a rocket engine out of scrap parts. We’ve seen him fix alien power thrusters that he has never seen before, or at least had very little knowledge of.
So why would they place the two smartest people the garrison has seen in probably years, with Lance? Someone that everyone thinks is just an average pilot? Someone who only got into the fighter pilot classes because Keith dropped out? But what if he wasn’t just an average cargo pilot that got lucky like everyone thought?
I headcanon that Lance is a tactical prodigy! A strategic mastermind! That he can come up with some of the most brilliant war tactics and battle plans that would trump any generals ideas for years to come!
Think about him using his gift to help organize some sort of Cuban resistance against its corrupted government( I don’t know the real situation in Cuba, or if anything is going on in Cuba, but just follow this for the head canon…au-ish thing I got going on.) and his plans help the people win against their government, and Lance is just happy now that his family will be safe and happy in their home.
The American government hears about this Cuban boy who pretty much lead the way to freedom for his country, about his prodigy status. And then they find out that the kid wants to be a pilot. And they take advantage of this.
They give this Cuban boy a free pass to America to go to the Garrison to become a pilot, and all he has to do is make battle plans for them every now and then. And of course Lance takes the opportunity, his whole family standing behind his decision to be the best pilot to come out of the Garrison.
Now they put Lance into the cargo pilot class at first, to keep him sated, and for awhile it works out. Lance is doing great in his classes, he’s even #1 in the cargo pilot class, and he sends the government any tactics, battle plans, etc. that he creates. Lance even made friends with his roommate, who is an incredible engineer and friend. But Lance wants more, he doesn’t want to stay a cargo pilot, he wants to be a fighter pilot, so he works harder in school to be able to move up. only problem? Keith took the last placement in the fighter pilot class, and now Lance’s government work is kind of lacking its usual brilliance.(can you blame him? His dream has been thwarted by some guy with a mullet! Of course he isn’t really doing his best.)
But then Keith gets kicked out because of some anger problems. So the higher ups make Iverson move up Lance and Hunk to fighter pilot and engineer, hoping that this will get Lance back into his usual groove. Iverson doesn’t like this, but orders are orders. So Lance and Hunk move up, and Pidge joins the group. But that doesn’t mean Iverson has to be nice to Lance, so he does all that he can to remind him that he’s only there because of Keith.
And then they all find Shiro, then join Voltron, and Lance can’t wait to help the team with his thing! He can’t wait to show them that he isn’t just a good shot, but an even better strategic mastermind! But the only one who really knows about Lance’s gift is Hunk, after long nights of listening to Lance talk in English and Cuban about tactical advantages and every battle plan he’s thought of. The others just think that Lance is just a flirt, who doesn’t really take anything seriously. So whenever he tries to put in his own ideas, he get shut down before he can really tell hem his ideas. It makes him start questioning his talent, and his place on the team.
Then during a mission, things go south. Fast. And Lance tries to offer up his plan on how to get out of there, but again he gets shut down again, something like “ shut up Lance! We’re trying to figure out how to get out of here, we don’t need your stupid jokes!” From who, that’s kinda up in the air at the moment. Then, uh oh! Lance gets captured while their escaping!
And Hunk is pissed. Beyond pissed! As soon as the team meets up to try and talk, Hunk goes OFF ON THEM!!! He tells everyone how Lance is a prodigy tactician and strategic genius, and that if they only listened to Lance than everyone might have made it out safe and Lance wouldn’t have been captured. And of course everyone is now feeling bad that they’ve always ignored Lance or shut him down before he could say his ideas. And Slav is now freaking out, because they have technology that can take information from people’s minds, and if the Galra find out about Lance’s talent, that could be really bad for them.
At first, the Galra do the usual thing; torture, regular beatings, rarely feeding him. But he isn’t spilling anything, so they use that machine on Lance, hoping to get information on Voltron. But when they find out that his brain is filled with incredible battle plans, you can bet your ass that they continue to use this machine to use his tactics against voltron. And all the while Lance is in constant pain, for the machine, from his injuries, and he can’t stop it. He can’t protect his friends, instead the thing everyone has called ‘a gift’ is going to hurt his friends. And he can’t do anything to stop it.
Wow, that was a lot longer than I was planning. but yeah, lance being crazy brilliant. I totally headcanon it. So I hoped you like, and if you got any questions, don’t be afraid to ask them!
Keep in mind that Efi Oladele is an 11 year old child. Although I am very ecstatic to have her as a part of the team, knowing how nasty the Overwatch fandom gets at times, I just would like to clarify that Efi is a CHILD. I don’t wanna see any “Age is just a number” posts, shipping her with much older characters, or making NSFW drawings of her, so please keep in mind that Efi is an 11 year old child @ overwatchfandom
hi hello!!!!!!!!!! im ilke/liz/1iwoo and today is the end of my third month since i remade!!!!! plus ive reached 800!! ive been planning this ff for like….. a month and🎉here it is🎊!!!!! anyway im very lazy to check if im still mutuals w everyone so if were not anymore you can ignore and im sorry if i forgot you its probably bc u changed urls or remade and i didnt see that pls message me if thats the case!!!! also message me if were not mutuals and i included you!! also message me if u want to talk!!! i love talking (once we get past the awkward and nervous stage ill never shut up lmao) anyway i love yall
💓i love you so much and youre really precious to me (interacted before) or i love you youre so cool and i admire you and wonder why you decided to follow me in the first place
What? Have you ever met a LESS ambitious person? He could do literally anything he wanted to the world. He could start or end wars. He could restructure the government. He could end hunger and poverty. He could appoint himself king of everything. And what does he do? He skips lines and makes people tell him their secrets!
The thing about the Gift, is that you never quite know what you are going to get, and what it’s going to cost.
It sometimes cost a lot, and early - for such little payback that it hardly seemed worth it. It sometimes cost nothing anyone could ever know - and changed a whole life. Sometimes it was a gift at birth, and sometimes a curse before death, but it always happened.
When Jack Zimmerman was born, his parents were beyond thrilled. He was a weird looking baby, but my god, they loved him more than they ever thought would be possible. That first night, at midnight, a light filled up the dark room and formed a fae shape, indistinct but instantly recognisable.
“I will take his first last breath.” The solid light said, before fading completely. Bob, who had his ability to grow a beard taken as payment for his ability to always land a solid punch, and Alicia (who lost all her memories before she was 4 so that her smile could light up a room) looked at each other and blinked.
Because what the hell did that mean?
When the light filled the hospital room where one Eric Richard Bittle lay sleeping, both his parents were wide awake and trembling. Susan lost her ability to read at 19, and Coach lost his own name three weeks after his 4th birthday, and both knew the sting of a ‘gift’ that never really lived up to the price they paid. Neither of them wanted their darling baby to suffer - to lose anything. They wanted to give him the world. Coach glared at the light while Susan hid her face in her hands.
“That’s my son and I swear to all that is good in this world if you hurt him, if you hurt my boy-” his voice broke at the end. He’d paid a high price for his gift, lost his name and gained only the ability to write with both hands. Susan had it worse - she remembered words, her love of books, the simple skill of reading labels or instructions - gone now… all for the knowledge of when it was best to pick the ripest fruit.
And god, he feared for his boy.
“I will take his joyous childhood.”
And Coach found out that it was impossible to punch a living light.
Sometimes you met people who had the same gift, or paid the same price. Shitty lost his name, just like Coach, and Bitty was pretty sure thats why he trusted the mustachioed man so much. His gift was never feeling cold. Ransom lost his birthmark and Holster lost his first love - and gained each other, a soul bond so strong that sometimes it was difficult for them to tell who was feeling what. Lardo swapped her appendix for the ability to see in the dark, Nursey lost his spatial awareness for his love of words and Dex lost his calm. Dex wasn’t quite sure what he got, which wasn’t all that uncommon because really… in a world where your sense of smell can be traded for the ability to flip a pancake… sometimes it just wasn’t easy to work out what your gift was.
Chowder lost his baby teeth for his joy of life, Johnson his ability to tell the time for some weird alternative universe only he could see.
Jack lost his first last breath on the bathroom floor of a nondescript hotel room for a second chance - Bitty lost his carefree childhood with every taunt and shove as he grew up.
Bitty figured that the price was okay. He could make the best pies anyone had ever tasted.
Sometimes Jack wondered if it was worth it.
And of course, sometimes… you got it wrong.
Bitty always knew his childhood was going to suck. His mamma and Coach did their level best to make sure that home was safe and secure, but it didn’t stop the nightmares at night, the fear of monsters under the bed or the sheer god-awful time at school. The only time he was ever at ease was in the kitchen, where his mamma taught him to bake using her own way of things, never needing to measure, never relying on a recipe she couldn’t read. So, Bitty, and his parents, always just assumed that he was going through hell as a kid, so he could bake.
Coach hated it. Coach hated a lot of things, but seeing his son scared and frightened one too many times had taken its toll on the man. They moved three weeks after the supply closet incident.
All for the sake of some stupid pies, his son suffered.
He never did eat a single one.
It wasn’t until Bitty got to Samwell that his actual gift turned up…
Imagine Steve Rogers finding out that one or two of the Howling Commandos (maybe Dugan and/or Falsworth) are still alive (but hella old) in present day because they just show up one day at Avenger tower and just let themselves in and before long the three of them are telling the Tony, Thor, and the team a tale of the glory days of the Howling Commandos. (Up to you if you want to throw Bucky in)
booming laughter was easily discernable from the other side of the door, as was
a mess of chatter and laughter from his other teammates. The softer, slower cadence that came when the
laughter subsided, Steve couldn’t place.
When he turned the corner
into the common area, he nearly dropped his shield. The faces weren’t the same – lined and aged –
but he still knew them.
“Dum Dum? Monty?”
“’ere he is!” Monty
grinned. “Let’s us have a look at
Steve stumbled over in a
fog. He hadn’t had the time – he’d read the files shortly after the Chitauri,
but that had been a few years before. He
didn’t think they’d still be alive and he felt something deep within him ease
to know that they were.
“Even ages better’n we
did, Monty.” Dugan was still sporting
his mustache, though it wasn’t as full as it’d once been.
“How – I didn’t think-“
“-That we’d miss a chance
to warn your new team about your particular brand of shenanigans?” There was a familiar glint in Monty’s eyes.
“Cap? Shenanigans? I don’t know if those words belong in the same
sentence, gentlemen.” Tony’s grin was
“Suppose not.” Dugan mused.
“Unless you count the raid in Al—“
“—No. That was strategic.”
“The goat was not strategic.” Monty tipped carefully to his right, stage
whispering to Natasha: “He thought barnyard fauna counted as a sufficient
“Not the point! You
couldn’t have guessed that goat was going to head-butt a HYDRA operative. You got lucky!” Dugan took a sip of what Steve was reasonably
sure was a Hot Toddy.
“Dernier trained it.”
“He was the explosives expert!”
whisperer.” Steve set his jaw against a
“Wait, I’m confused. Was there a special ops goat, or wasn’t
there?” Bruce looked between the three
Commandos curiously and seeming a little hopeful that it was possible to train
a goat for such a task.
Dugan cracked up first,
Monty and Steve devolving into helpless laughter not long after.
“Maybe.” Came the unified,
“Aw, be nice to Eleanor,
she saved the day that day!” Bucky was
back and had caught the tail end of the conversation, apparently.
When Negan first visits Alexandria he takes a liking in the heavily pregnant reader and shows a whole different side of him when its suddenly gets really tough for her…
The sun was shining brightly while you sat on the porch of your house while you sat in the rocking chair swinging slightly back and forth as you saw Rick coming towards you. ”Feeling better?”, he asked as he walked the stairs up. Your pregnancy had been everything else than easy. Shortly after you had noticed it, the problems had began and while you had thought that it would stop after the first months it got even worse. You could be glad that you were in Alexandria, had medicine and wouldnt have to fear that the baby would come while a hoard of walkers could show up around every corner. ”A bit. The fresh air is doing a good job”, you said smiling at him while he pulled some tablets out of his pockets. ”I was told to give them to you”, he said laying the tablets into your hands. You looked at Rick while he sat down next to you in another rocking chair. His face was pale, he looked like he hadnt slept in days and his eyes looked like he would begin to cry in every next second. It was just days ago you had seen your friends coming back, their faces completely distraught and filled with grief. Their eyes still red and swollen from crying. It still felt unreal that they were gone and you wished that they would come back, even if you knew they wouldn’t. You weren’t with them when this man, this monster, killed them. You were in Alexandria, keeping everything as good together as you could while Rick was gone. You had almost come with them, but Gregory opposed to let two pregnant women live at Hilltop and you knew that you would let Maggie go when he announced that to Rick. You had a break of your problems in that time and you would have never taken the place while seeing how bad she felt. But the hard pregnancy wasnt the only thing Maggie and you shared. The father of your child wouldnt ever get the chance to see his child grow up, just like Glenn. He had died shortly before you met Aaron who brought you to Alexandria and also shortly before you found out that you were pregnant. ”Wont be long until its coming, huh?”, Rick asked smiling slightly while nodding over to your belly. ”By what the Doctor at hilltop calculated the last time, it has to be about two weeks, maybe a bit less left”, you said smiling back. You looked back onto the street and saw how Rosita walked towards your house and looked up to Rick and you. “Rick? I’ll go with Spencer on a run. Just wanted you to know”, she said into your direction. “Alright”, responded Rick nodding before just minutes after Rosita had vanished you heard noises coming from the gates you couldnt match to Rosita and Spencer.
You walked behind Rick in the direction of the gates and could already see from afar that Spencer and Rosita werent alone and that the man behind the gates was no one else than the man your friends had told you of with shook in their voices Negan. He was standing there, with the baseball bat that had killed your friends over his shoulder while he talked to Spencer. “You’re too early”, said Rick while he walked closer towards Negan. “Missed you”, Negan said chuckling with a weird grin on his lips. You surveyed him while he talked to Rick. He was tall, his dark hair was gelled back, his lips that still formed that grin were surrounded with a salt and pepper beard and his eyes were gleaming. And this pair of eyes suddenly darted directly at you while their gleam increased. His glance stayed on you and caught your eyes and didnt let them go for moments until he looked grinning back to Rick. Your glance went behind him were you saw how Daryl stood within Negans army. He looked horrible, clothed in some kind of sack looking stuff and his face was swollen and covered with bruises. God what had they done with him?
You got ripped out of your thought by the squeaking of the gates and saw how Negan walked grinning inside. “Hold that”, muttered Negan grinning to Rick before walked towards you. “Holy crap Darling, you are really pregnant like holy shit…and by the way also fucking pretty”, he said smirking as he walked closer while his eyes didn’t leave yours letting a shiver run down your back. He looked on some exaggerated kind of way around as if he was searching for somebody before he looked back at you. “You know Sweetie, you really deserve fucking better. If I’d be your fucking man I wouldn’t leave your fucking side…especially not in your circumstances”, he said grinning at you. “He’s dead”, you hissed glaring at him. Negan formed an “Oh” with his lips which you werent really sure about if he was actually sorry or just being sarcastic. Seconds later he looked smirking at you, his tongue between his lips while he analyzed your face. “Would you-”, started Rick to say but was directly interrupted by Negan. “No Rick. Would you fucking shut up while I’m talking to this beautiful lady?”, Negan said chuckling at Rick while he pointed at you. You nodded to Rick, trying to show him that everything was alright, another dispute here was the last thing you needed and wanted. “So what’s your name, Darling”, he asked as he turned smirking back to you . “(Y/N)”, you said. “Thats some fucking beautiful name, Darling. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m Negan”, he said smirking while you just nodded trying to respond with an uninterested glance. “Sweetheart, Its a fucking shame that I gotta do some work here but I’d fucking love to spend some time with you when its done”, he said winking at you before he walked back to Rick who was still holding Negans bat in his hands. “Didn’t know you have such treasures here”, you heard him chuckling say as he bowed down to Rick. Negan winked one last time at you before he and his men began to make their way through Alexandria.
You walked sighing through the streets, not really knowing what to do while you saw how the Saviors got everything out of the houses that seemed somehow useful to them, before you saw Carl walk into the provisional Hospital and decided to follow him into it. But as you had already expected it, you and Carl werent alone for a long time. You jolted up as you saw two men walking into the room and walked straight towards the cupboards with the medicine and began pulling everything inside their bags they could grab. ”You need to leave something here”, growled Carl while one of the men turned chuckling around. ”We don’t need to leave anything here”, he said before he turned back around again and grabbed some more tablets. “Don’t you see that she’s pregnat? She needs the medicine”, said Carl his voice already trembling though anger. “Kid, do you think we care about that? ‘Cause surprise surprise, we don’t”, said the man chuckling darkly. “The deal was half of it, not all”, you said calmly but still tensed. The man turned around and looked chuckling at you. “The thing is, what you say doesn’t matter. Not at all”, he said grinning at you. You scoffed but before you could continue you saw how Carl raised his gun. “Deal is Deal”, growled Carl as the man turned around to him. “Come on Kid, put that gun down you won’t shoot anyway”, said the other man grinning. In the same moment Carl pointed at the ceiling and pulled the trigger producing a loud shot. “I’m serious”, Carl growled before he continued. “Now put them back”, Carl threatened while you saw two figures coming in through the door. Rick and Negan. Negans glance wandered from Carl to you and back before he turned around to him. “Wow, really Kid?”, Negan asked chuckling. “You should all go before you find out how dangerous we all are”, growled Carl, the gun still raised. “Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the sit out of my goddamn french but did you just fucking threaten me?”, asked Negan pointing at Carl who growled in response. “I like you, so I don’t wanna go hard and prove a point here…again”, Negan continued while Carl finally lowered the gun. “So whats the fucking problem, that Carl over here wants to shoot my men”, asked Negan raising his eyebrows. “Your men want to take all the medicine and not the agreed half”, you said while Negan turned around to you by the sound of your voice. He smirked while looking into your eyes, but just seconds later his glance got more serious before he turned around to his men. “Alright…you leave the fucking medicine here”, he said shortly glancing at you and then back to his men. “Everyth-”, began the shorter one to reply but got interrupted by Negan. “Yeah fucking everything. But that doesnt change that this young man tried to cause some fucking trouble with one of my guns. So you know what I fucking guess Rick? I think you have way to many of my fucking guns”, he said looking over to Rick. While Negan began to talk to Rick you felt how an unbearable pain shot through your body and made your legs feel like they couldn’t hold your body anymore. You heard how you gasped asyou stumbled backwards, while your eyes fluttered through the pain that just wouldn’t stop shooting through every inch of your body. You felt how somebody grabbed you before you could stumble even more and how this person placed one hand on your back to stabilize you. As you slowly looked up from your belly you didn’t saw into Ricks or Carl’s eyes, it were Negans. “Holy crap Sweetheart are you alright?”, he asked looking at you while you tried to get your voice back. “It’s coming”, was the only thing you could get out of your mouth before the pain shot again through your body. Looking into his eyes you saw the shook in them, he swallowed hard and it seemed like he couldnt get a word out of his mouth. You had made this man speechless for a moment. You saw how he rallied himself , while you noticed that you had clawed your hands into the leather sleeves of his jacket. Hell, why now? Why? Now when this man was here. “Where’s your fucking doctor?”, Negan finally asked turning to Rick. “Your men shot her some time ago”, you muttered before Rick could say anything. Negan looked back at you while he breathed stressed out. “Anybody else who knows how to deliver a fucking baby?”, he asked and you could hear that he tried to be as calm as he could. You tired to get your pounding head to think about the people that could be in line for that. Rosita was in the woods with Spencer. She could be anywhere there. The only one that came into your mind was Eric. He had told you some time ago that he had assisted by one of the births while Pete had been the doctor here. And that was better than nothing “Maybe Eric, but I don’t know where he is”, you said while your voice trembled. “Okay Sweetheart, I’ll fucking stay here with you and we’re gonna bring this baby fucking healthy into the world, trust me”, he said still holding you tight before he ordered Rick to search for Eric. “You’re not staying alone here with her”, said Carl suddenly glaring at Negan. “Kid, do you really fucking think I’ll hurt her or what?”, Negan asked bewildered. Carl scoffed while his glance gored through Negan. “Alright, stay here or help your Dad search for that man, whatever”, Negan said before he looked back at you. “Its too early, its coming too early”, you muttered trembling while you still tried to realize what was happening right now. “Don’t worry Sweetheart. Its gonna be fucking alright”, Negan said stroking over your back. He was calm now, or at least were good at pretending to be and with that, he surprised you. Right now he wasnt that asshole, he was softer and more concerned than you ever thought this man could be. Your legs began to become weak again and it seemed like Negan noticed that. “I’ll get you to the cot”, you heard Negan mutter before he slowly lead you over to the cot. Your legs trembled as you propped yourself against it and suddenly felt something wet running down your legs. “Shit”, you muttered before you looked swallowing at Negan. “Something wrong, Darling?”, you heard Negan ask with a concerned undertone. “My water just broke”, you responded while you saw how Negan swallowed before he helped you get onto the cot You laid there whille the pain of your first contraction decreased as Negan looked at you. “Alright, we gotta get you out of those pants”, he said looking down on you before you slowly nodded. Negan began gently slipping off your pants but as he went for your panties you jolted up by his touch. “Theres no reason to be shy, Sweetheart. Trust me, Ive already seen lady parts and I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t fucking want to”, he said. ”Okay”, you responed quietly nodding. You looked over to Carl. You could see that he tried his hardest to not let it show through how difficult this situation was for him. You had been with them when Lori gave birth to Judith, had helped Maggie to get the baby out of Loris body and had seen how Carl had to see how his mother died. And you had heard how he finally shot her. If the situation right now sent you back to the moment his mom died through childbirth, then he would see the pictures before his eyes again also. “Carl, you don’t have to stay if-”, you said but before you could go on Carl interrupted you. “I’m staying”, he said determined while you heard Negan chuckle slightly. You looked back at him, he had sat down on a chair and now he took your hand into his. “What are you doing?”, you asked looking surprised at him. “You’re gonna need something to fucking squeeze, right?”, he asked grinning. That man that sat next to you, holding your hand had nothing in common with the man your friends had to met. With the man that had bashed your friends heads. And that confused you. You didnt know how to get those two versions of him together. How to see him anyways. You were about to ask him why he was staying but you felt how everything in your lower stomach contracted again and the pain rushed through your whole body. You began to tremble uncontrollably as your breath got faster and your heart pumped heavily against your chest while it felt like somebody was ripping your stomach. The pain brought tears into your eyes and let them fall down your cheeks while you tried to not let the pain drive you insane. You squeezed the living hell out of Negans hands while he stroke with his free hand over your lower arm, trying his best to help you through your pain. Suddenly the door hit open and you saw how Eric rushed in, while you felt how the contraction got less strong again but left your body trembling. “Rick told me-”, he said but suddenly stopped as he saw Negan sitting next to you while you saw how Negan began to grin. Eric swallowed but walked then over to you. “So you know how that whole fucking thing works?”, asked Negan looking at the swallowing Eric. “I’m no doctor, but I helped once…I’ll try my very best", he said to Negan before his glance wandered over to you. “Trust me”, Eric said while you responded with a nod because you couldn’t get a word out of your mouth. You tried to calm yourself a bit down as the pain left your body, but you knew that it would come back, and that it would come back even worse. You looked at your hand that was still grabbed tight around Negans and made his turn pale. You shocked loosend your grip as you saw how hard you had squeezed it. “No, no, its fucking okay, just keep doing it”, he said pulling your hand back into his after he had seen your glance. “Thanks”, you forced with the last energy out of your trembling lips while he began letting his thumb circle soothing over the back of your hand. “Any fucking time”, he said with a slight smile on his lips. You stayed like that for not long until the next contraction started that was even worse than the others before and it just kept going like that. Contraction. Break. Contraction. Break and it just went on and on, while the breaks became smaller and the contractions so worse that you had the feeling that it would break your body. You don’t know how long it went on like that but it felt like a eternity. “Alright, (Y/N) you have to press”, said Eric and seemed to sound as calm as he could. You followed his directions but it just felt like it helped nothing while the pain tortured you. You heard Negan saying words and even if your pounding head and the gaze the pain had laid over you didnt let you hear what he was saying, his voice somehow calmed you a bit down.
The pain of the contraction finally decreased slowly and left you completely done. Your ribcage went uncontrollably up and down and you felt as weak as never before. “I don’t know how long I can go on”, you stumbled, your voice trembling almost as much as your whole body while you looked over to Negan. “Alright, listen Sweetheart, you seem like a fucking brave and strong woman and I fucking bet you’ve went through a whole shitload of crap so you’ll fucking make it through this too”, Negan said calmly while he soothing squeezed your hand. You nodded slowing your breath down and laying back into the pillow. Suddenly Eric’s face went as white as a ghost. “Whats wrong?”, you heard Negan ask concerned. You looked to Eric and saw his hands and lower arms completely covered in blood while he stared swallowing over to Negan. ”I don’t think that much blood is normal”, it blustered out of his mouth while his eyes were widened. Your breath got heavier again, while your body began shaking harder. You didnt know what to do anymore. Your head was muddled trough all the pain and your body felt like it couldnt take much more burden. “What now?”, was the only thing you could get out of your mouth. “I…I make it somehow happen..we have to go through this, theres no other way I can think of”, said Eric exhausted but still determined. You saw yourself already dead, worse, your child dead and the thoughts of that made the panic increase and your eyes widened, while you began to quietly whimper. “Shh, you’re doing a fucking great job (Y/N). You’re gonna make it through this, alright? We’re gonna deliver your baby fucking healthy, I fucking promise”, Negan said before he brought your hand to his face and brushed his lips over its back while his thumb kept circling soothing over it. You tried to allow the feeling to calm you down, you didnt want the pain to take over your head even if it seemed often like it almost did. And after a few moment his actions actually calmed you a little bit down before the next time wanted to test you again. Eric did all he could. Carl glanced supporting at you even if you saw how hard it was for him. Negan kept sitting next to you, stood by your side the whole time, held your hand and somehow found the right words. And you, you were trying your best to stay determined and not let the horrible pain get you down that kept trying to conquer your head after it had overtaken your body. You don’t know how long it stayed like that. How long the pain washed over you like a wave that tried to drown you again and again. And even if it seemed almost impossible to you, Negan was definitely one of the reasons you could keep up.
You were almost completely down and out as you heard a scream and with that one moment you were complete awake again. As your view began to be clear again was the first thing you saw Negan, his face turned away from you but you could still recognize how amazed and speechless he looked into a specific direction. You followed his glance and saw how Eric walked towards you with a little body in his arms. The little body of your baby. As you felt how it was laid onto your chest, the feeling of pure happiness streamed through your whole body and seemed to wash all the pain out of it. The last hours suddenly didnt matter anymore for now, they were more than worth it. You looked at the little human that laid just covered by a small blanket in your arms while you felt how warm tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks. After some time your glance went up and you saw into the faces of Carl, Eric and also Negan whose glances were directed on you and your child. You smiled overjoyed and couldnt even stop doing so. You were exhausted but you didnt care about that for now, you were just happy that your child laid healthy in your arms after that torture of birth. You heard a knock on the door and just moments later a savior came in. “Boss, the night has already descended. We should maybe leave…”, said the man with a nervous undertone. “A third of you stay here with me over the night, the others leave. I don’t fucking care who… and now get the fuck out”, growled Negan before he looked back at you. You looked asking at him before walked a bit towards you. “Just wanna be on the fucking save side that you’re both doing well”, he said with a small smile on his lips. It was not alike the saucy grin he had on face when you were standing by the gates, no, this time and also the whole time he was standing by your side it was a honest friendly smile you would never have expected from him. You should hate him for what he had done and was still doing to your friends, but after these endless hours he had shown another side and you couldnt leave that side unnoticed. Negan sat down next to you on the cot looked from you to your child after he had softly brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Thats some fucking miracle, huh?”, he said looking at the little bundle of joy in your arms. “Yeah, it is”, you muttered smiling while you the hand of your baby wrapped around your finger. “I’ll let you everything here you fucking need, you’re not gonna have to fucking worry about anything”, he muttered half in thoughts before he looked with a half smile up and you could see in his glance that he absolutely meant it.
That man who was a monster had also a humane side in him left you couldn’t deny and he didnt just proved it through the birth where he had stood by your side the whole time, he also stayed the whole night after it with you, making sure that you were alright. You got to see this side of him even more and more and somehow, you seemed to let this side of him grow.
Since I don’t think I’ve actually written this reasoning out yet, and I kinda mentioned it on the podcast… I’m being contrary again and not intending to.
They doubled down on there being consequences for the specific action of breaking a blood oath, which Cas did by killing Billie.
And yet none of the terrible things that happened in the last half of the season were a consequence of that action.
Cas died by Lucifer’s hand. Lucifer was out because Crowley didn’t let him go back to the cage, but he was out in the first place because Cas let him out. The events of the finale were the culmination of decisions that had been made by Cas and Crowley themselves, which resulted in their deaths.
And if we wanna trace this whole series of events back, Cas let Lucifer out of the cage in order to help defeat the Darkness, which was let due to Sam’s endless search to remove the Mark of Cain from Dean’s arm, which Dean took willingly at Crowley’s deliverance in order to stop Abaddon, who would have not been a problem anymore if Dean hadn’t convinced Sam to not finish the trials to seal the gates of hell. *deep breath*
And the Men of Letters appeared in response as a response to all of those events as a side effect - another type of consequence.
I look at Cas’s decision to kill Billie, and if have to compare it to something else contained in this season, two things are coming to mind: Dean’s original deal with Billie in order to escape the military, and Mary’s deal with Azazel.
(Side note: I have always just considered all of their stupid deals to be stupid decisions. All of their deals have been stupid decisions, but not all of their stupid decisions have been deals. Point being: I equate the two quite heavily.)
We never got to see the consequences of Dean’s deal because it was broken, but we knew what the consequences were: a Winchester would die.
Mary brought John back to life, which set off an earlier series of events and another series of consequences, which Dean listed off for her one by one by one. Sam’s powers. Being Lucifer’s vessel. Going to hell.
Other stupid decisions have a fairly defined path of consequences. And Cas’s specific stupid decision of breaking a blood oath should have consequences specifically tied to that decision.
When this show has been fairly consistent about how ‘there’s always consequences’ and 'there’s always a price that you pay in blood’ and when they mention 'consequences on a cosmic scale,’ I just don’t get why they would pull this weird gimmicky 'there’s always consequences EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE TIME.’