My favorite scene in the entirety of Voltron has to be in Season 1 Episode 2 when Keith and Lance are doing the electric maze trust exercise and Lance starts complaining about how Keith is the one guiding him and it soundslike Lance is just being an asshole but if you really pay attention to what Keith told him to do (”two steps forward, turn right, and take three steps in that direction”)-
-Keith was leading him into a dead end. Like if you needed proof that these two are both equally as petty here it is
Alright, HERE we go! Awhile ago I had an idea for a MP100/Voltron crossover, and after mentioning it to @x-i-l-verify and loooots of brainstorming later, we have…*gestures vaguely* this. These are more or less screenshot redraws just to kind of get across who is who. :) More info, reasonings and musings under the cut, because well…it got long…
that played once, when he was twelve. He asked it as his birthday present, and
John and Melissa drove them to the nearest place from Beacon Hills. Stiles was
absolutely delighted, until they learned that they would be put with strangers
to form a team. It all went downhill from there.
were left alone to be shot at fifteen seconds in, and had to hide under a ramp.
Scott had an asthma attack when the fog machines started and Stiles, terrified,
had to drag both of them out. He then fell into a full blown panic attack in
the changing rooms.
not their best memory.
fast forward seven years later. They are nineteen now, Scott is a werewolf and
Stiles has been tortured and shot at. Laser tag is gonna be easy. Stiles is so
ready to avenge their younger selves.
only need a team.
prudently presents the idea during pack night. He’s not worried for most of
them, he knows that most of his friends have an unhealthy love for violence and
winning. He’s also ready to make Scott cry in order to convince Isaac.
only unknown variable is their taciturn alpha. Somehow, convincing him to play
with lasers in a room reeking of teenager’s hormones and sweat seems like a
difficult task. But Stiles has prepared his speech, he has perfectly reasonable
arguments, and he will bullshit about pack unity and trust exercises if need
course, because this is Derek and he likes to fuck up with Stiles’
expectations, he’s only finished the first sentence of his passionate plea when
Derek raises one hand in the air to stop him.
“Yes,” he breathes, and smiles. They all blink at him a little. Derek
keeps smiling, bunny teeth showing and looking almost… excited.
family apparently used to throw their kids into the woods to pitch them against
each other for fun.
is not surprised.
is awfully not surprised.
was the family whose genes created Peter Hale.
noticing their stunned silence, Derek describes his childhood memories. During
their monthly run under the full moon, adults used to hide colored pieces of
tissue everywhere. The next day, Derek, his sisters and cousins were all let
loose, in several teams, into the wood. At dusk, the team that was able to
bring back the more targets to their home base while protecting said home base
from enemy raids won. The prize was some old trophy, bragging rights and first
crack at every dish during the huge dinner.
is trying so hard to communicate his enthusiasm for his claws-and-fangs-allowed,
hunger-game version of catch the flag that his hands are moving a little bit in
the air. It’s adorable.
Scott tries to get back on the subject of laser tag (Stiles glares at him,
because Derek was sharingthings), Derek immediately nods and
explains helpfully that there is a place supernatural-friendly just 45 minutes
away from Beacon Hills. There is no protest in the pack. Stiles bats the air
with his fist in victory.
first game together teaches Stiles a lot of things.
Gold and Belle work for the same company and, during a retreat, are paired together to do a trust exercise. Belle has no problem falling into his arms. Gold, however, is having a hard time going through with it.
I hope this satisfies your prompt, m’dear? :D I didn’t think I’d be able to write it, but I was wrong. This was fantastic to write :D THANK YOU! :D
Pairing: Josephine Montilyet/Mahanon Lavellan
Josephine was trying really hard to seem interested in yet another retelling of some Fereldan gossip by a teyrna of somewhere, when a polite cough at her side drew her attention away. She turned just enough to see the Inquisitor’s face, slightly flushed, and clearly bothered by something.
“Pardon the interruption, my ladies, but it’s of greatest urgency that I speak with Lady Montilyet,” he asked in his even, smooth baritone.
The three women gathered around her gave the Inquisitor an obvious once-over and narrowed their eyes, hoping to discern what kind of an issue could be this important.
“But of course,” Josephine said and with a quick courtesy, she abandoned the women to their own devices.
The moment they walked away far enough to be out of earshot, the Inquisitor stopped her by taking her elbow and squeezing it tightly.
“What is it?” she asked in a whisper, already alarmed.
With his free hand, the Inquisitor reached to the high collar of his green brocade coat and pulled at the fabric there.
“We need to investigate the tailor. I am certain he is trying to slowly choke me to death with this blasted piece of cloth.”