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bleak-writes · 4 years ago

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CONGRATULATIONS ON 300!!!

Since I'm here to make you scream, I want to request OoT Link meeting his and Zelda's first baby for the first time (he may or may not have been evicted from the room because he was stressing Zelda out with his stress)

😈😈 I know we were just screaming about it the other day, bUT- BUT- Now u have to. 😀😀😀

is that??? obisiANGST requesting fluff??? UNHEARD OF anyway this is absolutely disgusting

summary is simple: link is amazed by tiny hylian

at last

Masterlist | Small Drabbles

requests are still open so feel free to send me a little prompt!

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It had been a dreadful six hours. Well, it’d been a little longer than that, but he’d been kicked out of left the room a few hours into the labor and had been pacing outside of the doors ever since. His title of hero seemed so useless to him now; Hero of Time, and he could do nothing to support his wife. His Zelda was in there, in pain and worry and—

The doors to the room opened and Link’s feet halted immediately.

“Prince Link?” came the voice of the doctor. He turned to look at him, fighting the urge to fiddle with his shirt like a child.

“How is she?” he asked, taking an anxious step closer.

“The Queen is resting,” the doctor replied with a slow nod. “She will be on bedrest for a few days, but she’s alright.”

“And-“ A swell of emotion made the lump in his throat hard to swallow, “-our daughter?”

“She’s perfectly healthy. You’re welcome to go back in. The Queen grants you her permission.”

Link couldn’t help the watery laugh that escaped his lips. He gave the doctor a small nod in thanks before tip-toeing, slipping as quietly as possible, through the doors and into their bedroom. Zelda was on the bed now instead of in the shallow bath they’d brought in for the purpose of the birth. She looked tired but radiant all the same. Link ran a hand through her hair, sweaty and matted to her forehead, and he couldn’t help thinking she was the strongest, most beautiful person he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. At the gentle contact, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled softly up at him. The sight of that alone was enough to get him choked up, but then his sluggish and tired mind registered the little bundle of blankets on her chest. A little fist, hardly bigger than his thumb, was peaking out–but the little baby was quiet, the blanket moving subtly with the rise and fall of her breathing.

“I’m sorry I had to kick you out,” Zelda whispered as he sat on a chair beside the bed, her hand fishing to grasp his. He laced their fingers and raised her knuckles to his lips.

“I would’ve kicked me out, too,” he answered quietly, his voice thick with emotion.

“You were making me nervous. I thought you might pass out,” she said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I didn’t like seeing you in pain.” He ran his thumb along the soft skin of her finger.

“It was worth it, love. Look.”

Zelda pulled her hand free to push back the blanket just enough to reveal the face of their new daughter. She was still red in the face, but she had Zelda’s cute little button nose and light, wispy blonde hair. That was when he really started to cry. He reached a shaking hand towards the little one, cupping her head so gently that he was barely touching her at all, and brushed some of her hair aside with his thumb. She was so soft, so fragile, and he had to pull his hand back out of fear of hurting her.

“She’s so small,” he breathed, and only then did the miracle that was life hit him. This little thing was created out of love, and that was all it would need to be nurtured and grow into the best queen Hyrule had ever seen–right after his precious Zelda.

“Do you want to hold her?” Zelda asked, and all of the air left his lungs. He wanted to say no. He’d done and seen so much, his hands were tainted with blood and his body with scars; he wasn’t worthy of touching Zelda, much less the little bundle of life they’d somehow created together. But she was far more clever than he would ever be able to keep up with, and she was handing him the little girl before he could even find his voice. She was so light in his hands, but the weight of all she meant to him was heavy and, gods, he refused to move. If he moved even an inch, he would hurt her. He would drop her. He would–

Link tore his eyes from the baby’s face when he heard Zelda’s quiet laughter. The dim light caught the tears in her eyes, but her smile was wider than he’d ever seen it before.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” she teased him. “She isn’t going to bite you.”

“No,” he agreed with a soft laugh of his own, something of disbelief and wonder. “No, but I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Link, you are not capable of hurting anyone you care about.”

He didn’t know about that. But Zelda shifted, scooting in the bed with a wince, and he leaned forwards to stop her–but it was too late. She was patting the open spot beside her.

“I can’t move,” he said, shaking his head. “If I move, she’ll wake up.”

“Oh, give her here, you big baby,” Zelda replied with another laugh, holding her hands out. As slow as he could manage, Link stood and transferred the little darling back to her mother. She didn’t wake at all, so he figured it was safe enough to crawl into the bed next to Zelda. She leaned against him almost immediately, and he slipped his arm around her to hold her ever closer.

“I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, turning his head to press a kiss against her hair. “I think you bear more strength and courage than I ever could.”

“I love you,” Zelda said. He could hear the smile on her face, but his eyes were long since locked on their daughter. She shifted, splaying out a hand, and he felt Zelda nudge him. “Put your finger in her hand.”

“What?”

“Trust me.”

Link let out a playfully exasperated sigh and did as he was told–and her little fingers curled around his instantly, almost like a reflex. He was certain he’d stopped breathing. He was going to die there. His heart was going to give out right there and he would be perfectly fine with that.

“She likes you already,” Zelda said with another gentle nudge and he laughed, watery and weak and so very happy.

This was peace and bliss; they’d found it at last.

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bleak-writes · 4 years ago

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reunited - zelink oneshot

— zelda returns home from a diplomatic meeting and link greets her the only way he knows how

a/n: I've been away for a long while, but I'm ready to get back on the grind. Thank you to those who have been patient with me. This is an older piece I wrote a while ago and didn't know what to do with. My knowledge of Zelda is limited so forgive any mishaps :,) I view them as their BOTW versions but really any version of them will do!

Please enjoy! <3

warnings: flirting, ooc zelink

It had been about two and a half weeks. No. Maybe three at this point. three or even more...

Either way, it had felt as though years had come and gone for Link, sitting in Epona’s stall watching her eat the meal he had brought her. It was the only pastime he could do to not feel so lonely, without his princess home. He hated her being a princess, with all the duties that came with the title he felt like it would be this way for the rest of their lives.

Link truly hoped that marriage was intended for them one day, although it never really mattered if they were united that way or not. What mattered was being near Zelda, and at this moment in time, he was not pleased because he was doing the exact opposite of that. His face contorted into a grumpy sort, causing Epona to neigh.

Sighing, the hero stood and pet her, wishing it could be his princess’ hair he was running his hands through, not the mane of his trusty steed. He saw the bucket that he had slid before her was empty, deciding it was high time to return to the castle and stress even more.

Arriving before the grand doors of the palace, the young man’s legs halted upon hearing hooves pounding the pavement in the distance. Link spun around, eyes widening once he saw the shiny tops of the kingdom’s guards. Discarding the empty bucket to the side, the knight ran for the gates to meet the court escorting Zelda home, stopping before them.

“Good day, sir Link,” Randolf, one of Hyrule’s highly appointed guards, greeted, nodding his head behind him. “Your princess is trailing right along.”

Link searched until his eyes fell on the blonde locks of his princess, sitting upon her dark stallion dressed in Hyrule’s royal bard. It was as though the man was seeing daylight for the first time — utterly amazed and thanking the goddesses for such a sight. His heart raced when she met his gaze and practically leaped off her horse.

Zelda was full of the same agony and depression as her knight these past few weeks, to the point where she was begging her court to return home early which they refused to comply with. Her meetings with the outer regions were far too crucial for her to just up and leave, how would that make Hyrule look, after all. She had dealt with too much to not feel the immense relief she held once her eyes met those ice blue ones of her counterpart. her handsome counterpart.

Link bolted after her when her feet hit the ground, giving her little time to run and more time to be swept up into his strong arms, which were slipped tightly around her waist. Hoisted into the air, spinning around, Zelda let out a shriek of laughter.

“Oh, Zelda,” her knight said relieved, the widest grin displayed across his face, bringing himself face to face with the beauty before him.

“Link!” she grasped his face in her hands, pushing back strays of hair that threatened to cover his piercing irises. “You don’t know how much pain I’ve been in over you, idiot.”

His arms tightened around her, nose to nose with Link’s breathing so deep from his sudden burst of exercise. “I have to say the same thing about you, Princess.”

Without another moment’s hesitation, the lovers’ lips meet and refuse to part. Link finally ran his hand over and through Zelda's long blonde hair, left hand remaining at her waist. Zelda had nestled her hands behind his neck, keeping Link locked in place. Nothing could ever beat this, he thought happily, such a moment is what one should strive for.

Time ceased to exist, Hyrule was no longer, their lives as they knew it seemed to disappear because all Zelda and Link could feel and know was each other. And that’s how they wished it could be. Forever.

Link’s hand grazed over Zelda's cheek as he slowly parted his mouth from hers, feeling the heat radiating from her natural glow. He smiled softly, resting his forehead on her own.

“Never leave for so long ever again, Princess.”

“No promises there, hero, but I will surely try,” she giggles softly, emerald eyes gazing into his own. “I don’t ever want to leave your side again. However will I enjoy life if not right here in your arms?”

“That is an excellent question,” Link smirked thoughtfully. “But what is life worth if not with you, my princess?"

“You know, we seem very dependent on each other,” Zelda playfully observed, squirming under the knight’s hold. “Maybe we should take some time to ourselves, a sort of vacation if you will.”

Link refused to let her get away, hooking his arms under her legs and tossing his love over his shoulder. Zelda let out a snort, happy to irk him in one way or another.

“Now now, princess, was it not just you who preached that by my side was where your utmost comfort and joy lay? I shall never let you go if that is the case.”

He gave Zelda's pant-covered bottom a solid smack as he veered towards the stables, adamant to have some alone time with Hyrule's most precious gem. Zelda flicked his pointy ear in response, smiling stupidly, happy to be back in Link's arms, where she knew home was.

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bleak-writes · 4 years ago

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The Best Friend - trevor philips x reader

— y/n and tracey go to a club where things go south pretty quick. soon, y/n has to help trevor take out some a-holes (who knew guns could bring people closer together?)

a/n: i love trevor philips with my whole soul and am thinking about writing a series on my ao3 (@bleak_writes)! gta v will always have a special place in my heart :,) look out for a sequel to this oneshot! thanks for reading <3

The club’s music was pounding in Y/N’s ears as she bounced to the beat in front of her best friend, Tracey De Santa. The blonde had dragged her out to listen to her favorite DJ play and Y/N couldn’t help but enjoy the night off from her relentless work schedule. Tracey was drunk out of her mind, had already flirted with about six different men, and had dropped her ass to the floor too many times to count. Y/N was a little tipsy herself but wanted to stay sober enough to laugh at her friend for the duration of their evening.

The atmosphere was somewhere Y/N wanted to remain for the rest of her life until a deep familiar voice shouted out Tracey’s full name -- her middle one included. Y/N’s eyes darted behind her friend’s moving form, her heart almost stopping at the sight of her father who was being followed by another man through the club’s entrance and towards them.

“Trace, I think your dad’s here,” Y/N yelled over the dubstep noise, to which Tracey gave her a dazed and distant face. Her warnings fell short as the girls were met face to face with Michael De Santa, who gripped his daughter’s shoulder with concern etched across his features.

“Tracey, you and your friend need to get the fuck outta here right now!” Michael yelled, scanning her and Y/N’s reactions for any comprehension of his insistence and possible sense of sobriety. Tracey immediately shoved his hand away, scowling at the two men.

“You have some nerve, Dad! I told you where I was gonna be and you STILL manage to FUCK UP my night out with Y/N!” Tracey’s face was flushed red, the alcohol only helping the effects. “AND you brought TREVOR? God fucking hell, just bury me six feet under already!”

The man named Trevor, who towered a bit over Michael, had a very rough appearance. He looked like he’s seen some shit, Y/N had concluded, suddenly feeling embarrassed about her clubbing attire that left little to the imagination. The fact that Trevor’s eyes hadn’t stopped roaming her body since he first laid eyes on her was made that theory evident, despite his friend’s urgency.

“Listen, Tracey, you and Y/N have to leave right fucking now,” Michael repeated as he desperately tried to move her towards the back exit. Y/N realized just how alarmed her friend’s father looked.

“Mr. De Santa, what’s going on?” she finally questioned.

“There are five S.T. grenades planted on the outside surfaces of the club’s perimeter,” the Trevor guy gruffed, pushing the girls more adamantly towards the exit as Michael’s attempts proved lackluster. “Aaaaand I’m not about to watch my best friend’s little girl and her hot friend be blown to pieces!”

Y/N’s eyes widened, sober enough to question why this man was so forward considering the circumstances they were currently under.

“Shouldn’t we notify the whole club?” Trevor laughed.

“Sweetheart, Daddy Mikey and I have warrants out for our arrest, not to paint your bestie’s family in a shit light.” With the information you knew prior about Michael De Santa, somehow his words didn’t surprise you. They weren’t the only ones with...records.

Mere feet from being pushed out the back door, gunshots fired off as men entered the club entrance pointing their weapons towards the drunk mob of people on the dancefloor. The four of them immediately knelt to the ground behind one of the big speakers which quickly became overcome with a much deeper voice than Tracey’s beloved DJ.

“We have a timed execution on this building, no one’s leaving until Tracey De Santa leaves with us in the next fucking minute.”

Y/N tensed up, her and the men looking to a drunk Tracey with no perception as to what was going on aside from her father and uncle ruining what was a really fun night.

“They knew she was here,” Michael explained as visible anger bubbled through him. Y/N looked out cautiously, seeing all the club members either on the floor or remaining in their seats at the bar with their heads down. The tactical side of her viewed the vantage points and tried to map out how they could go about this. The stiff weapon hidden in the back of her dress was feeling more prominent than ever, and it was moments like these she was grateful she knew the skills that she knew.

She didn’t want Tracey to know more about what she did during the day and on various nights, but her friend being drunk out of her mind at the moment gave Y/N the opportunity to get away with her best-kept secret. If the two men could have secrets, so could she.

“Sweet bottom,” Trevor whispered to her, bringing the young woman out of her planning. “Stay low and make sure Trace doesn’t get fucking seen.” She nodded as Trevor watched her for a moment longer before pulling a pistol from the back of his dirtied jeans.

“Mike I’m going in.”

It all happened so fast, Trevor taking out two guys before moving to another hiding spot behind a pillar, a spot Y/N had considered when surveying the area. Michael assured Tracey to stay down as he went and joined him, darting to another speaker by the mixer.

Y/N was watching as Trevor laughed and shouted maniacally, shooting more criminals as he proceeded to be scuffed by bullets that blazed towards him. He was a true piece of work; Y/N almost wished she had the guts he had...to a lesser extent, of course. Regardless, he was getting the job done.

A loud grunt sounded from the other side of the club, Y/N seeing Michael go down in record time. Trevor called his name (or rather “M”) and took cover where he could see Y/N and Tracey crouched down. Y/N knew what she had to do; Trevor was going to be killed without some backup and they had to get the two De Santas out of here as fast as possible. Making eye contact with Trevor, Y/N reached her hand up the back end of her dress, the man looking more than confused, and was overcome with something. Y/N didn’t have time to decipher as she turned the safety off her gun and groped it.

Without much thought, she stood from her secure spot and began plowing down the hooded gunman that lined the room, taking out a few at a time at record speed and efficiency. Trevor laughed uncontrollably as he joined her massacre, shooting down the ones farther from them while Y/N handled those close to the civilians. The rush of energy she felt with a gun in her hands, the desire to save her friend, and the help she garnered from this special stranger gave her all she needed to get the job done.

Soon there were no more perpetrators as the club-goers fled the scene, running out the entrance before any other possible shit could go down. Y/N’s heart was still pounding a mile a minute as she turned to her companion in crime who looked dazed and confused.

“Okay, what in the actual shit hole was that?” Trevor dared to ask, acknowledging the pistol wedged in her manicured hand.

“Long story,” she kept it simple, putting it away and rushing to her friend who was now crying on the floor. “Check Michael!”

Trevor assessed that his friend would live, they just needed to bandage him up and get the two of them home. Trevor led them all out to the side of the club towards his rundown red truck that had probably seen better days. He insisted Y/N drive to the De Santa residence while he worked on Michael in the backseat. Tracey couldn’t stop rambling on about something, her eyes still watery over not getting to meet the DJ and still somewhat pissed at her father.

Michael had gained partial consciousness by the time Y/N pulled into his driveway, Trevor helping him out of the car and inside. Y/N coaxed Tracey out of the truck, walking her inside and up to her room on the second floor.

“Y/N?” the blonde asked as she sat down on her bed slowly. “What the fuck happened back there? I’m starting to realize things I saw and, uh, hear.”

Y/N wanted to be honest so badly, but the terms of the job weighed heavily on her shoulders. Tracey didn’t need more shit to worry about, much less after knowing that people were out to get her, and the fact that her father was a wanted criminal every other day of the week. She shook her head.

“It was a scary night, Trace. Your dad and Trevor really saved us, and I’m just glad you’re alright.”

Y/N exited the house rubbing her arm, guilt making her reconsider what form of the truth she should tell her friend. It wasn’t that she couldn’t trust Tracey -- it was the changes her job entailed that made her worry the most. Compromising missions with her relationships could only lead to problems, and it just wasn’t worth it. She would never forgive herself if a repeat of the night’s events occurred on her watch, and Y/N refused to put her best friend into that position again.

Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt upon hearing the front door slam shut behind her, and she turned to see Trevor casually making his way down the steps.

“How’s Mr. De Santa?”

“He’s gonna be just peachy,” Trevor muttered. “His wound was pretty severe and we can’t just go to the hospital all willy nilly, so it’s gonna be his bitch to deal with.” The way he spoke was unapologetically raw, Y/N would have laughed at his phrasing of things if the circumstances were not so dire. He was so unfiltered and it was really refreshing compared to the line of work she was in. Made her wonder about his own line of work, although she knew it was evidently illegal.

“I don’t wanna seem like a pulsating cock,” he continued. “But I heard you white lyin’ to Tracey and I figured I’d do the same with Mikey. Yer whole...gun up your ass thing doesn’t seem to be something everyone knows about you already.”

Y/N was taken aback. He lied for her? Or withheld the truth, same difference, to his own best friend. For her sake.

“You didn’t have to do that, Trevor, really. I knew Michael wouldn’t be weirded out but I just can’t have more people I care about to be burdened with knowing something that could easily make them a target,” another thought flashed across her mind. “Like what probably happened tonight.”

Trevor shook his head. “That was not your doing, babe. More shit is going on with Mike and me more than you might think. The only difference is that this family’s privacy might be getting cracked down on. And I can’t let anything happen to these people.”

Y/N sighed, too tired and weary to really question the depth of the De Santa family lore. She really felt like she could fall and sleep on the floor right then and there.

“Well, thank you, Trevor,” she looked him in the eyes, a warm chestnut color. “You clearly care about them a lot, Tracey is lucky to have you and Mr. De Santa.”

The older man grinned, his eyes wrinkling even more so. “I think you’re the one who did most of the work steppin’ up and lookin’ damn hot doing so.”

Y/N blushed properly for the first time that night, Trevor’s prior advancements not going unnoticed.

“You’re pretty blunt, you know that?” she joked.

“I find it better than beating around the bush.” He whipped out his keys from his back pocket. “Need a ride to a place? Possibly even my own?”

“Okay, funny,” Y/N shook her head. “But how could I refuse a free ride from an accomplished gunman?”

With that, Trevor opened the door for her and quickly hopped in on the driver’s side, racing the truck out the driveway and towards wherever Y/N was willing to let him take her. Yeah. this was going to be the beginning of something very interesting.

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bleak-writes · 4 years ago

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reunited - zelink oneshot

— zelda returns home from a diplomatic meeting and link greets her the only way he knows how

Please enjoy! <3

warnings: flirting, ooc zelink

It had been about two and a half weeks. No. Maybe three at this point. three or even more...

“Good day, sir Link,” Randolf, one of Hyrule’s highly appointed guards, greeted, nodding his head behind him. “Your princess is trailing right along.”

“Oh, Zelda,” her knight said relieved, the widest grin displayed across his face, bringing himself face to face with the beauty before him.

“Link!” she grasped his face in her hands, pushing back strays of hair that threatened to cover his piercing irises. “You don’t know how much pain I’ve been in over you, idiot.”

His arms tightened around her, nose to nose with Link’s breathing so deep from his sudden burst of exercise. “I have to say the same thing about you, Princess.”

Link’s hand grazed over Zelda's cheek as he slowly parted his mouth from hers, feeling the heat radiating from her natural glow. He smiled softly, resting his forehead on her own.

“Never leave for so long ever again, Princess.”

“That is an excellent question,” Link smirked thoughtfully. “But what is life worth if not with you, my princess?"

“You know, we seem very dependent on each other,” Zelda playfully observed, squirming under the knight’s hold. “Maybe we should take some time to ourselves, a sort of vacation if you will.”

Link refused to let her get away, hooking his arms under her legs and tossing his love over his shoulder. Zelda let out a snort, happy to irk him in one way or another.

“Now now, princess, was it not just you who preached that by my side was where your utmost comfort and joy lay? I shall never let you go if that is the case.”

#legend of zelda #zelda #princess zelda #link #loz #zelink #botw #breath of the wild #loz botw #botw zelink #oneshot #flirting #ooc zelink #hyrule #epona #loz epona #fanfic #my post

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bleak-writes · 4 years ago

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Connor x Reader - The Lieutenant’s Daughter

So, I’m DBH trash now, bless. I’ve never felt more alive.

I’ve altered the investigation scene a bit in this oneshot to make everything more dramatic, if that’s chill w/ you guys.

Btw this entire thing is really crappy cuz I wrote most of it at 2 in the morning mkay.

This has also been posted to my Wattpad, just so you guys know I’m not plagiarizing. My user is in my bio. Enjoy!

Warnings: strong language & spoilers ahead

This has happened too many damn times, Y/N thought angrily, slamming her car door shut once she had parked in front of the bar she knew her father was in. When it came to hideaways, Lieutenant Anderson wasn’t picky and was in fact quite predictable, making it easy for his 20-year old kid to sniff him out real fast. Not to mention booze was like water for her father: a necessity.

Y/N Anderson jogged up the steps and opened the front bar door, a sign plastered on it restricting Androids from coming in. She internally sighed, saddened by the limits these robotic beings had in Detroit. She wasn’t like Hank; she cared about Androids, believing they too had the same capabilities as humans and are able to think and perceive things themselves. They were more intelligent than people would ever know.

Y/N let the door shut behind her as she scanned the area, taking in the multiple faces of different 30-year old men taking swigs from their bottles and glasses. She squinted until her eyes rested on her gray, shaggy-haired father, whose head was bent over the bar counter with a drink in his hand. She was about to approach him when she noticed a young man speaking with him, rather insistently. His voice sounded robotic, and after seeing his Android jacket she realized something was going on.

“Hey, Dad?” Y/N finally confronted the men, evidently staring at the RK800 model- damn, when did they start making these things so attractive? The Android’s gaze went directly to her, clearly scanning her face for recognition and making sure she really was Hank’s daughter.

“Y/N…” Hank rubbed his eyes, taking another shot of his whiskey. “The hell are you doing here? Howdja know where to find me?”

“Oh, just a hunch, I guess,” the girl crossed her arms, diverting her eyes from the Android and staring squarely at her father. “Not like you’ve come here every other night to get wasted. God Dad, what would Cole think if he saw you like this?”

She hit a mark, causing Hank to slam his glass down and scowl at her. “Maybe he won’t ever fucking know, Y/N Y/M/N. You think I’d like both my damn kids breathing down my neck about my ‘problem’?!”

The lieutenant had completely forgotten about the third party who was intriguingly listening in on the sudden outburst. Y/N hadn’t forgotten, glancing back at him before looking back to her father. She knew she had touched a nerve, immediately feeling the guilt creep up on her.

The young woman reached over and grabbed the Android’s arm and pulled him alongside her. “I’m going to speak with this guy while you try and sober up. Please.”

Hank’s eyes softened a bit, hearing the desperation in his oldest child’s voice. He really wanted to fix his addiction, but there was only so much that could be done in order to help him. God knows everyone in his life has tried. He grumbled before asking the bartender for another round.

Y/N quickly shuffled her and the RK800 out into the nighttime air, finally letting go of his arm and turning towards him.

“I’m…really sorry about him,” she started, seeing how his face hadn’t changed since the argument began. “It’s useless to get anything through to him when he’s like that. I’m just going to save you some time and ask why you’re here to see Dad. What’s your name?”

He blinked before adjusting his tie and answering, “My name is Connor. I’m a new detective model sent by CyberLife in order to aid Lieutenant Anderson in his next case. It involves a homicide between another Android, who’s gone deviant, and it’s owner. I was attempting to coax the lieutenant out of the bar when you came in. Although, I don’t mind what you are trying to do; he did seem a bit on edge when he saw me enter the bar.”

Y/N smiled sadly. “Yeah, Dad’s never really been fond of Androids, especially once they began taking the place of peoples’ jobs. He’s very willing to vote for Android-extinction if he had the chance. Not to worry you, or anything.”

You’re an actual idiot, now he’s gonna freak, she scolded herself, shoving her hands into her coat pockets. Rambling in front of someone attractive, as per usual.

Connor didn’t seem to grasp the worrying message behind her words and simply smiled slightly. He placed his hand out, waiting for Y/N to shake it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Anderson.”

She happily took his synthetic hand in her own, surprised to feel how warm it was. “The pleasure is all mine, Connor, and please call me Y/N.”

—

The trip to the crime scene was a silent and tense one, after finally convincing the lieutenant to come check it out and with Hank still resonating with the words his daughter threw at him. Y/N sat in the back seat while Connor sacrificed himself to deal with the deafening sound of her father’s metal music in the front. She could feel her ears bleeding the moment Hank had turned it up.

To her fortune, Hank finally pulled up to the front of the house, turning to look at Connor.

“You. Stay in the car,” he grumbled, Connor looking at him attentively.

“Lieutenant, I have specific orders to accompany you in the investigation-”

“When I say stay in the car, I mean stay in the fucking car.”

Y/N frowned in his direction, her father clearly ignoring it as he hopped out of the vehicle. Connor shook his head, turning to look straight ahead.

“Come on, Connor,” Y/N piped up, opening her car door. “We’re going in there. You have orders.”

The Android nodded his head and got out with her, understanding that his protocol was more important than what some drunk detective had to say.

They both approached the house, a police officer stopping them.

"They’re with me!” Hank yelled, shaking his head. His daughter smiled at him, all while flipping him the bird and leading Connor inside.

The home was a wreck, and after weeks of no one reporting the homicide in, it reeked of the dead carcass slouched against a living room wall. Y/N watched as her dad and Connor get right to looking around.

She chose to follow the RK800, watching as he stared in certain areas for moments at a time and sampled evidence with his tongue. Y/N found it really intriguing.

This new model is truly a game-changer, she thought, accidentally making eye contact with him. She felt her face fluster as he made his way over to her.

“I think I’m beginning to piece together what happened,” Connor said factually. Y/N nodded and gestured to her father.

“Guess you should fill Dad in, and please forgive his…well, attitude towards you.”

Connor tilted his head, giving her slight smile. “Don’t worry, Y/N, anything Hank says really won’t affect me.”

He left for Hank, leaving Y/N with a sad look on her face. He’s just a machine, she tried to convince herself, but it only made the lie more evident. Not one being should have a state of mind such as that.

She was brought out of her thoughts at the sound of something overhead. Y/N looked up to see a dingy ceiling, but listened more intently. It was the sound of footsteps she heard, and they continued to pitter-patter above until they stopped just next to where she stood.

“The deviant,” she whispered, looking to where her dad and Connor were. She thought to tell them, but suddenly realized she could show her father how she was able to handle herself at a crime scene. She’d be able to catch it.

Sneaking away, Y/N found the door leading to the attic in a hallway, looking around for anything to climb up with. She decided to go for the chair in the living room, grabbing it as nonchalantly as she could. Her dad was in the kitchen, buying her time.

Quickly, Y/N hopped up on the seat and shoved the attic door open, climbing up and through the hole. The attic was even dingier than the main house, with little light shining from the large moon outside. It was enough to make out the outline of sheet-covered objects and the dust particles floating around. Y/N became slightly on edge, making her way slowly towards the source of the footsteps she heard.

She threw some covers off of the different possessions, sadly not uncovering anything of significance but still pressing forward. Suddenly, Y/N felt like she was being watched right from in front of her. Cautiously, she reached out to the cloth covering something of suspicious shape.

An Android jumped out from behind the cover, startling Y/N so bad she had to step back a bit. She rested her hand on her back pocket, which held her pocket knife, a gift from Hank himself. For self-defense, of course.

“P-Please…” the deviant spoke softly, staring at Y/N with the most emotional eyes she’d ever seen a robot possess. His tan skin was covered in streaks of blood, evidently from the stabbing of his owner, Carlos Ortiz, and tear stains ran clear down his face. He was…trembling. “Don’t let them find me. I can’t be disassembled. I won’t let them do that to me. Please!”

Y/N stood in shock, not believing what was going on. How could he feel such raw emotion, almost like a human? She believed Androids should be treated as humans, but not always act like one. She tightened her grip on the knife. He seemed very unstable.

“Why did you do it?” she asked, taking a step forward. He watched her movements, straying from her face to see where her hand was located.

His head jerked up and his faced was indecipherable. Y/N’s fear increased.

“I…I didn’t have a ch-choice,” he finally said, suddenly frowning. “Just like you won’t have one in order to take me out!”

He lunged towards the woman, reaching directly for her forearm. Y/N pulled and flicked the knife out, skipping backwards while slashing his arm sleeve. A fountain of blue blood began spurting out from the gash, causing the deviant to pause from the sudden loss. Just as he was about to run at her again, Y/N’s waist was grabbed by a third presence. She was shoved behind the body, stumbling and dropping her knife from the jerky movement. Her eyes adjusted again in the darkness, realizing Connor was standing in a defensive position in front of her, taking the impact from the deviant’s second lunge.

“Connor…” Y/N said softly, watching as he grabbed the deviant by the collar and pull him to his feet. They heard Hank call for Connor from downstairs.

“It’s up here, Lieutenant!” he called back, Hank producing a swear word before rushing to grab the other officers there.

Connor handed the Android over to the men once they showed up, finally meeting Y/N’s (Y/E/C) eyes, which were still in awe of what had occurred. He bent down and picked up her pocket knife, handing it to her slowly.

“That was…very brave what you did, Y/N,” he glanced between her and the weapon. “Yet, you should be more careful; I’m not always going to be here to rescue you.”

Y/N, once again, blushed. He was really good at doing that, ugh. As she accepted the knife, she paused once she touched the skin of Connor’s fingers. The both of them stared at each other, not saying anything yet Y/N felt a million different things.

Does he feel anything? she wondered, secretly wishing he did.

“Y/N,” Connor whispered, stepping closer and still holding onto her knife. The (Y/H/C)-haired girl could feel the goosebumps along her skin, wondering if anything like this could ever work.

“We, uh, should probably get back to the lieutenant,” he finally said, adverting his gaze from hers. “He was beginning to worry about your whereabouts.”

Y/N’s thought process froze, looking down at the knife again and taking it from Connor’s grasp. She noticed how he stuttered, realizing she’s never heard any Android do such a thing. They were always so precise and perfect, how could the latest model be any less than that?

“Um, yeah, of course.” She followed him down the ladder the officers had brought over, heading out the front and towards her father.

“Y/N!” Hank said, rushing to her and embracing her form. Y/N reciprocated, wrapping her arms around his large torso. It was just like the hugs he’s always give her as a kid; so full of love.

“I swear, kid, I’m never bringing you on another case again,” he scolded playfully, kissing the crown of her head. “You could’ve been hurt badly by that damn thing.”

Y/N stepped back and smiled at him. “Well, I had help from another 'damn thing’.” She directed her smile towards Connor, who had just finished helping the police seat the deviant in one of their cars. He did his slight smile again, nodding before heading to Hank’s car.

“He really saved me, Dad,” Y/N looked at her father again, seeing his face soften as he watched Connor seat himself on the passenger side. Hank smiled back at his daughter, ruffling her hair before being notioned over by another officer.

Y/N decided to head back to their car and wait with Connor, all while reliving their shared moment in the attic. It wasn’t like she was with the same robotic being anymore; she was connecting and feeling something no other human had ever made her feel. It was so strange, especially how little the two knew each other.

Her smile widened as she rounded Connor’s side, looking at him again. He returned the look, his blue sensor on the side of his head circling and circling until it turned yellow. Did that mean he was thinking?

Whatever she had felt, it truly was something, but not enough for Y/N to really prove anything. The way Connor looked at her was almost as emotional as the deviant’s look, making the young woman question if the detective Android would ever willingly protect her again; with or without following his protocol.

Little did she know that Connor’s brilliant mind was thinking the exact same thing.

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bleak-writes · 5 years ago

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hi everyone, i’ve been really MIA for the past couple of months, and in terms of posting fics it’s been a lot longer than that, and i just wanted to apologize! life has been crazy as i’m sure everyone can relate to, but i realized i needed to get back into creating and doing what i love to distract myself from everything. 2020 has not been my year and i want that to change in 2021.

i’m so so grateful for the following i’ve acquired on here and i owe it all to you guys. my connor x reader really garnered all that attention and i just wanted to know if people want the part two of it still. feedback is appreciated!

for all my requests that have been pushed back, thank you for dealing with my procrastination. i have not forgotten and don’t want to forget. i need to stop putting dates on things because that is just not working out for me LMAO. everything will be posted in due time.

in that regard, i would love to see requests still to get my work ethic flowing again. i’ve been really slacking and want to change that.

if you read all of this, thank you. i realized that i need this creative outlet for my sanity, but i know it will only be beneficial when i put the work in to build up this blog.

thanks again, love you all <3

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You’re literally the gordon ramsey of zelink fics, could u pls possibly do one of a jealous zelda hehe

—Gentlemen and Herbivores—

The world was eerily silent with Ganon gone. She had heard nothing but the awful, metal-on-metal screams of his malice for 100 years. Then she was suddenly temporal, and earthbound, and it took three days for the ringing in her ears to fade.

Link coaxed her gently back towards corporeality, towards a normal life. He reintroduced hot meals and warm baths, soft blankets and softer moonlight, and the calm, swaying pace of a midsummer day in Hateno was the reassuring metronome by which she measured her progress.

Some nights, sitting with him under the apple tree overlooking town, afraid of sleep, fighting it, she would find herself nestled against his shoulder, and his arm would circle her waist. And in those fleeting moments before she dreamed, she would feel warm, and safe, and weightless, and sleep wouldn’t seem so frightening anymore.

The feeling rising up in her now was none of those things. This was hot and prickling, clenching in her stomach and her jaw, pounding and hazy and violent. He smiled, and they laughed, and they touched his arm when they thanked him, and her vision turned redder.

This… was not pleasant.

Keep reading

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Prompt: rey and Ben are engaged and they’re planning their wedding and Leia has all these things they MUST DO and so does Rey side and everyone has opinions and Rey is about to break down that Ben spends a few moments at the engagement party to calm her down

Getting married was hard.

Accepting the proposal to get married was easy. When Ben had dropped to one knee and held out the ring he had purchased to Rey (a diamond beset by two sapphires) she had practically screamed her acceptance before he had even got the words out. She finally agreed to restrain herself when it became clear that Ben had been rehearsing these words for days. Maybe weeks. It would be rude not to listen to them.

Allowing him to slip the ring onto her finger had been as natural as taking a breath.

Preparing a wedding where they committed to that promise forever… well, that was not proving so easy.

It wasn’t the commitment that scared her; it was that there was so much to do. She had spent a whole day looking through bridal magazines while trying to find a good wedding dress. She had tried to google venues but got scared of the prices after half an hour.

The idea of getting married at a large event with a grand flowing dress began to scare her. Saying their vows in a garden full of flowers with a summer dress began to look more appealing.

Leia had been overjoyed at the news. Not only did she finally have her son back but he was in love with a girl that she actually approved of. As a result, Leia insisted upon throwing them a party to celebrate.

Rey had only been to parties that were thrown by Finn and Poe; parties with paper plates, triangle sandwiches and cheesy wotsits. So when she stepped into the City Hall Leia had rented and saw the waiters with champagne on trays, canapés that looked like they cost more than Rey’s monthly shopping and a gaggle of glamorous individuals, she had felt a mad urge to run.

Ben seemed exasperated but not surprised.

“My mother always did like a fuss.” He muttered to Rey.

Finn, Poe and Rose dashed over. Rose was looking very lovely in a red dress and kissed Rey on the cheek. Finn and Poe tried to paint on convincing smiles.

Her engagement to Ben had been something of a shock to them but they seemed determined to make the best of it on reflection. If only for Leia’s and her sake.

“I didn’t expect all this fuss.” Rey babbled, looking around in stunned disbelief.

“It’s not every day my only child marries a woman I approve of.” Leia announced, sidling up to them from behind and tilting her head to show she expected a kiss from Ben. He rolled his eyes but complied.

“So, have you set on a date?” Poe asked.

“Not yet, no.”

Rey shook her head.

“Better get a move on then. I hear that spring is a nice time to get married.” Rose pointed out.

Rey imagined the flowers blooming all around her as she walked down a lawn towards Ben. “Yes, that would-”

“Well, a winter wedding would also be nice.” Leia said complacently. “All the diplomats will be in town and no doubt will want to come.”

“Come?” Rey asked feeling mounting confusion.

“Mother, I don’t know any of those people.” Ben interjected.

“But they know you, Ben. Well, when you were younger they did. They will want to see you made an honest man.”

“I heard D’Qar Manor is free.” Holdo interjected, coming up to join the conversation. “It would certainly be a great place for the occasion.”

“D’Qar Manor?”

Rey chocked. She had only seen the place at a distance. It was huge and to just see the price of hiring on the internet had made her slam her laptop shut in alarm. “But we can’t afford that!”

“You won’t need to, dear!” Leia laughed. “I’m paying for the venue.”

Rey jibbered but luckily Ben cut in. “We haven’t even picked a venue yet. And I’m not exactly living off canned food. I have money of my own.” Rey could tell that he sounded rather irritated.

“Let her pay if she wants to.” Finn shrugged. “It will be more for you to spend on Rey’s dress.”

“Oh! I saw this gorgeous dress by Vera Wang in my magazine!” Rose squeaked. “You would look beautiful in it!”

“Vera Wang!?” Rey spluttered. “I can’t afford-”

“You are marrying into royalty.” Holdo interjected. “Money won’t be an issue again.”

Rey wasn’t as comforted by this as she should. Suddenly her visions of wearing a simply dress with flowers in her hair as they stood beneath a blossom tree was beginning to melt away. Instead she was being forced in a dress that cost more than her flat and half the guests she wouldn’t know whether to bow or curtsey to!

Rey made an excuse to use the toilet and dashed towards the ladies. Her wedding… because it was meant to hers, wasn’t it?… was being taken from her.

Sitting down on the toilet lid of the cubicle she had locked herself in, her eyes began to water traitorously. She’d never been one to dream of her wedding – but surely it wasn’t meant to make you feel so trapped?

There was a gentle knock. “Rey?”

Rey’s head shot up. “Ben?” She opened the cubicle and peeked out. Ben was stood before her looking worried. “You can’t come in here! It’s a ladies!”

“Well, I’ve always wanted a look at a girls’ toilet. Certainly smells better than the gents’.” Ben peered at her. “You’ve been crying.”

“No, no!” Rey wiped her eyes which didn’t help her argument. “Just… allergies.”

Ben sighed and drew her to him. “We don’t have to do any of that stuff. It’s our wedding and if you want to get married in a shed, we can.”

“It’s just…” Rey felt very stupid voicing her concern. “I didn’t realise there was so much… expectation.”

“Now you know why I wanted to leave at a young age.” Ben shrugged. “If people want to run away with plans then let them. But we have the final say and if you don’t want such a fuss then we won’t.” Ben stroked her hair. “Besides, Admiral Akbar always disliked me anyway. All because I said he had eyes like a fish when I was eight.”

Rey breathed out a laugh. It was such a relief to know that Ben had read her concern.

And also a joy to know that her resolution to marry him had only strengthened as their family and friends’ quarrelled about canapés.

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Why do you care travlyn

“Why do you care?” She dropped the armor plate onto the table, it wasn’t like she’d be able to focus on cleaning it anymore. Deciding to finish tomorrow, she turned around and leaned against the table. “A lot of people have a family.”

“But you never talk about yours.” Travis stepped through the low doorway, ducking to avoid hitting his head.

Katelyn shook her head, her bangs following after her. “And I’ll ask again, why do you care?”

“Because I want to know you better.” He sat down in one of the few chairs in the room, looking at her expectantly. “Isn’t that how love works?”

She had to give it to him, he was convincing with those puppy dog eyes and his tail almost wagging behind him. She couldn’t help but concede, “You remind me of my dad sometimes, you know that?”

“Wait seriously? Your dad?”

She threw the rag she was cleaning with on the table, “He used to always ask me what was wrong when I was upset, and then just let me rant before hugging me for what felt like hours.” Her thoughts compared memories of hugs from him, and from Travis. Very similar, protective almost.

“He was nice to be around, and kept my brothers and me in line. No small feat,” she chuckled, “Firefists, we live up to the name.”

“Think I’ll ever be able to meet him? Say thanks for raising someone like you, maybe?”

Katelyn stopped, her memories turning sour as they continued down the line. “I…” Hugs when she came home to visit, finally able to relax her shoulders and smile with family. A rest from her fears, fears for them and their lives. She could see them right in front of her, telling her that they’re ok. That she’s doing great, that they’re proud.

She could have visited them before boarding that ship, before sailing to a small village with a single dock and a thick forest around it. She didn’t, because she didn’t think much of it right to the end. She didn’t want to think when they ran around in a world that marched ahead of them, and when a war loomed over her head.

But now? Now she was. Was home still full of warm fires and heavy drinks to enjoy? Did cousins and nieces and nephews still sprint around before getting pinned down by their exasperated parents?

Was it waiting for her?

“Katelyn? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just some things I forgot. That’s all.”

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bleak-writes · 5 years ago

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Mid-youth crisis.

(Hi sorry it’s been awhile! I’m back for the summer tho cause ya girl graduated uni with a 2:1 and is now a qualified zoologist woop woop!! But anyway here’s some Plance drabble I’ve thrown together to celebrate💙💚)

There was a hurried knock against the metal, abruptly ripping Pidge from her sleep. She jolted upright at her desk, an undignified stream of saliva running across her cheek.

There was another bombardment of knocks, followed by a hushed voice “Pidge…”

The green paladin brushed the back of her hand against her cheek, padding rather unenthusiastically towards the door. Seconds later, it peeled back to reveal a rather distressed Lance, fidgeting on the spot.

“What are you doing here?”

“I need your help.” the panic was evident in Lance’s tone of voice. Pidge rolled a frown across her face, squinting away the sleep from her eyes.

“It’s three in the morning, what could you possibly need help with?”

Lance relaxed his shoulders, holding out his hand. As his fingers uncurled, a small object came into view. It was a chunk of metal, several wires poking out of one end. Pidge blinked, then palming at one of her eyes.

“What’s that?”

“It fell off Coran’s holo-desk.”

Pidge was in no way fooled by his voice. “It fell?”

Lance screwed up his face, and with a loud sigh met her gaze. “I may have helped it fall."

There was a deep exhale, Pidge pressing her fingers against her temple. ”Lance…“

"What?! I was bored and I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t mean to and the next thing I knew it was-”

Pidge took the piece of metal from his hand, inspecting it thoroughly. Her bleary eyes made the task take longer than she intended, her gaze often flitting between the metal and a distressed Lance. An audible sigh left her lungs, shoulders drooping before Pidge handed the thing back to him.

“Okay, okay. I’ll help you.”

Lance leapt forward, a little further into Pidge’s personal space than she would had preferred. This was mainly due to the fact it forced a heat to the tips of her ears, only worsened when he clasped his hand around hers.

“Thanks Pidge, I owe you one,” his voice was flooded with relief, his brows upturned in a brief moment of content.

Pidge could do nothing but scowl at the Cuban boy, already wondering why she was going to help him and she hasn’t even stepped out of her room. Something was clearly wrong with her.

Before Pidge could voice her regret, Lance pulled her out in to the corridor and in the direction of the castles centre. The brisk pace he was moving at didn’t agree with Pidge’s exhausted frame, her legs reluctantly padding along beneath her. If that wasn’t enough, the exhaustion made the journey feel as if she had walked for a day.

By the time the pair finally found themselves in front of the door that concealed the holo-desk, Pidge was wide awake, though her eyes still stung from her interrupted sleep. The door pulled itself open as Pidge rubbed the final remnants of sleep from her eyes. Lance had been babbling about something whilst they had walked, but not a word of it had registered in her mind as she had been too focused on how she was going to make him suffer for this.

“And Coran told me it was possible to play monsters and mana on your own but I thought ‘surely not’… So when I tried to find the single player mode I must have hit the wrong thing.”

“Mhmm.” Pidge hummed in reply, still not entirely listening to what he was saying.

Couldn’t this have waited till tomorrow?

“And that happened.” Lance added, pointing to the desk he now stood beside. His finger was aimed towards a small hole in the frame work, surprisingly no where near the buttons that controlled the settings.

“How on earth did you manage that?” Pidge’s brows creased as she knelt down to inspect the damage. Lance couldn’t tell if it was surprise or irritation that resided in her tone of voice, either way it probably wasn’t good.

He copied Pidge’s movements, kneeling beside her to peer into the small gap. “Can you fix it?”

Pidge wanted to answer him with a sarcastic quip, she really did.

Yet in that moment she had become horrendously aware of how close to her Lance was. His light breathing thundered in her ears, and the smell of his awful cologne occupied the space between them.

Had he always smelled this good?

Instead, all she could muster was an incredibly flustered nod, and an attempt to cover her now reddened cheeks. She couldn’t let him see her like this.

“Could-could you er, fetch my tools whilst I assess the situation a little further?” The reluctancy of the words to leave her throat made the resulting sentence sound a little hoarse, but Pidge was praying Lance would put it down to her exhaustion.

“Sure. Where are they?”

Pidge coughed into her hand, a feeble attempt at steadying the growing quiver in her chest. “They’re in the lab, second secure cupboard the the right. The password is Sputnik.”

Lance scrunched up his nose, casting his glance sideways to raise a sceptical eyebrow at her. “Spud-what?”

Pidge’s hands stopped their investigative poking at the protruding wires as her shoulders dropped, head swinging to look up at the blue paladin.

“Not spud. Sput. Sput-nik. It was the first artificial Earth satellite. It’s pretty interesting actually I-”

“Pidge, as much as I’d love to hear about the potato satellite, I don’t wanna get my ass handed to me by Coran tomorrow so I’m gonna go get your tools now,” Lance announced as he got to his feet. Within a tick he was beside the door, sparing a quick glance over his shoulder back at the green paladin before disappearing down the corridor.

That particular green paladin now had a smirk accompanying the red hue on her face, rolling her shoulders with a grin.

“Worked like a charm." She sighed, leaning her head back onto her shoulders. Now she had some time to figure out what the hell was going on with her stomach. It felt like she’d ingested hoard if tiny butterflies. Was she coming down with something?

She’s have to run some diagnostics in the infirmary tomorrow.

*****

Lance stared hard at the computer on the cupboard. The Altean technology often left him baffled and this was no exception. The screen in front of him, like many in the castle, was glowing blue and littered with a variety of illegible symbols. This particular piece of Altean technology he had only encountered once before whilst hanging out with Hunk in the Lab. It was now that he wished he had payed more attention to the devices. Lance felt his brows furrow.

"Computer?”

The screen changed in less than a tick, causing the Cuban boy to blink several times. After his eyes had adjusted to the lighter screen, Lance took a step closer. The new symbols looked vaguely like they were asking for a password. Perfect.

“Spudnik.”

Nothing. No change in screen or sound to indicate the door was now unlocked. Lance’s frown deepened, him even giving the handle a precautionary tug to see if it was in fact open.

Unfortunately not.

“Spud-nik,” Lance repeated, this time with a little more determination in his voice.

Again, nothing.

It was now that Lance could feel the frustration beginning to grow at the base of his skull, an irritated sigh escaping his lungs.

“Stupid satellite.” He grumbled under his breath, arms folding across his chest. “Spudnik.” He said it a little louder. Again, nothing.

Lance swore under his breath, fingers now beginning to dig into his palms as he balled his fists. He filled his lungs to calm himself, before he felt an idea pop into his head.

He was going to attempt to reason with the thing.

“Listen here you dumb computer, you’d better open up now other wise I’m gonna be in deep shit. I’ve given you the password Pidge gave me so… yeah. Open please.” He pulled at the handle. Once. Twice. Three times. Each time, repeating the word Pidge had told him.

“Spudnik, Spudnik, Spudnik, Sputnik, Spu-”

Click.

***

“Where the hell have you been?! You’ve been gone 20 minutes.” Pidge flung her head around at the sound of the door opening. In the doorway, stood the skinny figure of McClain, arms gasped around her toolbox.

“Your dumb password didn’t work.” He sighed, brows knitted together in an exhausted frown. He plodded over to Pidge’s side, falling to his knees gracefully before placing the box down with an indignant clunk.

“You mean you didn’t say it right.” Pidge quipped, a small smirk on her lips as she returned to the whole in the holo-desk. Her right hand reached for her tools, flicking the lid opening and grasping a spanner without even sparing a glance.

“You’re a cruel woman, Pidge Gunderson” Lance said with a sigh, sinking back onto his heels to sit by her side. His eyes scanned studiously as Pidge dug deeper into the desk.

Pidge gave a snort, and turned to smirk back at the blue paladin, “I prefer the term ’evil genius’”.

A second after the words left Pidge’s mouth, a larger section of the desk fell to the ground, the clang of it’s impact reverberating throughout the room.

Silence.

Pidge’s eyes had stayed locked on Lance’s face, watching as his lips curled up into a smile, and then split as an almighty chuckle left his throat.

“Evil genius, my ass.”

Pidge’s eyebrows raised, the spanner she held now pointing up at Lance’s face. “Watch it, McClain. I can still kick that ass.”

“Prove it.”

“Unfortunately, we don’t have time… unless I let Coran do it for me in the morning”

“Hey! You made the hole bigger, you’d be in as much trouble as me!”

“You don’t have any proof of that Cuban boy.” She didn’t even bother to look at him, mind preoccupied with the clump of wires that had fallen into her hands.

“Don’t I?”

“Shut up and hold these for me.”

“Bu-mrph-”

Pidge shoved the tangled mass onto Lance’s chest, his arms frantically trying to stop them from falling out of his grasp. The green paladin snorted at his short struggle, before peering into the hole she had now created. A small blue light sat nestled in more wires in front of her.

This was going to take a while.

The next few moments were spent in easy silence, Lance watching intently as Pidge tried her best to repair that damage they had both caused. Once Pidge switched tools, Lance’s interest piqued, causing him to shuffle closer to her and lean over Pidge’s shoulder to get a better look. “What’s that?”

The question itself seemed innocent enough, but Lance’s quiet tone being so close to her ear made Pidge’s heart rate leap to an impossible speed. She cautiously turned her head to look him in the eye, but faltered as the heat spread across her cheeks. What little proximity there had been between them no longer existed.

Something they both noticed.

Lance shot back onto his heels, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he too adorned reddened cheeks. Pidge’s petite frame straightened at his movement, silently chewing on her bottom lip. All memory of his question had left her mind in an instant. The following ticks seemed to drag past, until Lance swallowed his pride and opened his mouth.

“Hey Pidge, can I ask you something?”

Pidge ignored the ache in her stomach, delving her hands into the gap. “Shoot.”

Lance fiddled with the wires in his hands, the words lingering in the back of his throat. Inhaling, he shuffled on the spot. “Do you really think I’m just a goofball?”

At his words Pidge froze, and for a moment Lance believed he may have broken her. Another tick passed before Pidge spoke.

“Of course not, why would I?”

Lance sat forward on his knees, closing the gap between them again. “It’s just… A while ago, you said that was 'my thing’… and I wasn’t sure if you meant that was all I was good at or it’s just how you see me. I can’t help but think that’s all Allura sees me as too and that’s why she and Lot-” he stopped.

Pidge had turned to look at him, and in that second, he became transfixed. Her amber eyes seemed to pierce him. In the diffused glow from the hole in the holo-desk, she became almost ethereal. Something that was only strengthened by the sincere smile cracking on her lips.

“Lance, you’re so much more than that.” Pidge sighed, dropping her hands to her side. “You’re kind, strong and an irreplaceable sharpshooter. You’re selfless and talented, and if the princess can’t see that then…” Pidge licked her lips in anticipation as she smiled. “Then you deserve to find someone who can.”

Lance blinked, nodding slowly with his eyes holding Pidge’s. His vacant expression produced a quiet giggle from the green paladin. When she chuckled at him, for the first time in weeks, Lance’s heart fluttered.

An easy silence settled over their shoulders, the only remnants of sounds being their own heartbeats in their chests. Lance swallowed the lump in his throat,

“Thanks Pidge,” he said softly, voice wavering for a moment. The smile on Pidge’s face spread into a wide grin, her glance falling down to her hands as her blush deepened.

“You’re welcome, Lance.” She went to turn back to her work but hesitated, a slight frown on her brow. “You know, you shouldn’t doubt yourself like that… especially if it’s because of something I said.”

Lance gave a short chuckle, “Well you’re so smart I figured you knew what you were talking about.” He said with a shrug. Pidge shook her head lightly,

“What happened to ‘Evil Genius, my ass’?,” she laughed, punching him gently in the shoulder. Lance rubbed his arm where Pidge’s fist had made contact, attempting to fight back the heat in his face as he laughed along with her. He held her gaze again, and inexplicably felt himself lean towards her. Pidge’s eye widened tenfold, perfectly in sync with her heart faltering in her chest.

“I need to get my other tools,” Pidge blurted hastily, getting to her feet. Lance shot backwards, utterly bewildered.

“I-er, Pidge wai-”

“I’ll be right back,” Pidge added factually, if not a little shaken.

“Are you really leaving me? Like this?” Lance pressed, lifting up his wire bound hands as he met her eye. Pidge stared blankly for a second. Not a a tick later she was smirking, and before Lance could comprehend what was happening, her lips were on his, leaving him breathless.

“What else could I do?” She said simply with a shrug, then turning sharply on her heels and disappearing out the door.

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