#sorry no plot armour for you babe

[forthbeaming]

okay so i've watched all 8 episodes of the sign and oh boy was i not ready for it. not at all :"

over all i love it. I really enjoyed watching it. the actors? ten out of ten. all of them <3 the plotline(s)? to be honest, I couldn't care less about most of the cop related plotline. it was sometimes just so confusing and the clues didn't really make sense. also I don't vibe with the cops are your knights in shining armour narrative. especially when they were solving the rin's case. it was really sensitive topic (im pretty surprised they chose this type of crime) and i just didn't want them to catch the brother until he killed that guy. and yes, they managed to get the guy behind bars and they looked genuinely sorry for the guy and somehow acknowledge that his sister deserved justice but than the talks about how they want to be cops and want to help...and not even word about how the cops are just as corrupt as everybody else? yeah i didn't vibe with that at all.

anyway. something i vibed with. the way they shoot the vision and memories connected with art. it was rather abrupt and it didn't really made any sense bc it was done just here but i really liked the way they used the space they were in for the visions. it was cool. ten out of ten.

the mythology. perfect. just perfect. i love the costumes for naga and garuda (and dr chacha's full black outfit). but they could give tharn a proper wig and not just the extensions bc it looks kinda weird and out of place (also babe would look so fucking good in a wig).

now the braincells and what characters do have them. i feel like not a single character in in possession of enough braincells to make them actually useful for the plot. for me, the only character that got some braincells was phaya and even with him they are hibernating when it's not case related. the fact that the golden girl had to tell him she is naga's sister? 2 + 2 phaya really? in your vision u see fishy lady that changes into tharn and u know that u and tharn are connected from your past lives AND u still need the golden lady to spell it out to you? and tharn? it feels liek the character is just useless to the plot? he is just....there....doing nothing. and I know he's scared and probably confused but come on!! *poking him with a stick* do something !! the character is giving me a dead fish energy :))

anywhosers. ep8 ending :)) so now phaya finally knows everything but he kinda d worded. big ouchie. need ep9 like right now

[kleefkruid]

What makes playing Dungeons and Dragons infinitely funnier than video games is that in video games you cannot kill essential npc's (boring) but in D&D, no matter the preparation, sometimes a player will accidentally one-shot an essential npc and the DM has to go outside to scream for a bit.

[lover-of-trash-and-people]

im angrier this time? netflix shadow and bone s1e7 re-watch (substituting alcohol with iced coffee this time) (oh, also, spoilers)

yes jesper shooting ketterdam cards title card omg I straight up forgot that this was the darkling backstory episode we all know I love bin bons as much as the next person but um can we petition to never see the flashback darkling look again I kind of love Luda but I find the entire backstory kind of unnecessary even though I get why they did it okay mr. barnes king of micro-expressions alright fuck you show makers with you breaking my heart showing me how the Grisha have had to go through this countless times that they have their plans memorized oy dumbass otkazat'sya man you speak the darkling's name with some respect alright I've got to accept the tricck they use against the king's men is pretty cool omg you fucking bitch this is exactly why people say acab I've seen people say why couldn't he have broken his bonds and killed them before they killed Luda and I truly believe a) he didn't want to kill unnecessarily and b) Luda's life was at stake so like I get it okay so I don't like the 'just mortal' thing they brought it to sort of drive darklina soulmates agenda home because lmao that is not why okay I get Baghra's points but I don't like her, she like made more sense in the books her position on merzost is true to the books but like her pacifist stance is not the same and it just doesn't make sense okay I like the poc tidemaker in their company the score when the king's men soon to be volcra confront the darkling is impeccable that blast of darkness that we see spread outwards from him was very cool dunno how I feel about him hyperventilating and the fold flowing from him like an inky black liquid god, the score when baghra asks alek 'what did you do' is so eerie and beautiful that transition was on fucking point HOW IS KANEJ IS SO ON POINT I SIMPLY CANNOT the Inej Jesper bond is so beautiful I love it okay I love and hate how they refer to Inej's horrible time at the Menagerie so briefly and yet try to add so much impact to it omg why is Jesper about to make me cry cut to Malina huddled together? okay, show god I hate how the amplifier storyline is so incredibly poorly developed the stag is so beautiful I can't 'maybe there's another way to do this'?! again with the sgegehshshsjsjs I hate it here, fucking explain it at least okay fine the shot of Alina lighting up as she touches the stag and smiling with the soft violin in the back was beautiful now time to say bye to the stag and cry I guess okay I love zoya, she feels very authentic to book 1 zoya with maybe a few tweaks we love to see a man with plot armour uwu okay Alina my fucking queen taking out the arrow would cause him to bleed out faster why would you do that the dumbassery okay alek you overdramatic bitch I LOVED THE LIGHT SHIELD lmao I'm gonna cry at how nasal and supervillain-y the Darkling sounds when he says 'you can't save them all Alina' like okay king maybe that line could have better delivery I'm so sorry I love you so much I'm still a BB stan 'you've lost too much blood' maybe if you wouldn't have taken the arrow out you dumbass 'you said you wouldn't hurt him' nobody said that Alina but I get it you've been through a lot you're obviously not thinking love the cut, she's always cool 'miss starkov' you're in tsarist russia stfu ono I'm not prepared for this Kanej scene I need several minutes they're so perfect 'Jesper fixed your cane' I see you writers thinking they're clever omg Amita shivering from the cold babe I'm so proud of you you're so incredibly cool I love his little jaw movements before he says 'you were right' and her composing herself before turning around due to the shock of hearing these words from Kaz's mouth okay we've all talked about the voice break when he says 'she's real' so I will not dwell on it but it was beautiful the little head bend after he says 'and you' as if catching himself before saying 'and jesper' yes sir that was very convincing AAAAAHHHH IT'S HAPPENING I CAN'T COPE yeah okay fuck you I'm crying Kaz's expression at 'I can't go back to the Menagerie' being literally 'I can't believe

you think I'll ever let that happen' you fucking idiots I hate you and how much you love each other you are disgusting David so much so as breathes I love him Him saying 'Im going to place this around your neck' comedic genius David looks so sad my baby angel it's not your fault get that man's true name out of your mouth Starkov you're not supposed to know it let alone say it in front of other people aleksander this is the first time I've truly disliked you, you fucking asshole, Alina my love please don't believe him (why am I saying it like I haven't read the books and watched this already) LUKE HAVING ACTUAL TEARS IN HIS EYES AS HE PLACES THE ANTLERS AT HER NECK WHY IS HE SO GOOD AAAAAAAAA I didn't notice Ivan slowing her heart on my first watch, is that to reduce the pain ouch I am even more sad now okay Jessie you did it again Emmy time for all of these people okay the violin being sad and terrifying this is so good Luke being sad, Jessie literally crying I fucking can't do this anymore 'this is my power' 'but now I control it' really? that was the best you could do at this scene that is meant to have this great of an impact? him sort of pushing her down made me even more upset I'm so mad right now Freddie's microexpression with the eye when Inej says 'Jes has a point' Jessie looks so perfectly shell-shocked, I love them so so much the prosthetic's so gross, I love it so much DAISY HEAD IS THE PERFECT GENYA I WILL ACCEPT NO COMPLAINTS She brought me to tears and I love it Alina pointing out the Darkling's role in Genya's circumstances this early on, we love to see a well deserved call out it seemed very unlikely to me that Kaz would agree to go home empty handed but I do think it would make sense to cut their losses at a certain point I love the Kribirsk camp sets far too much, they seem to have literally leapt out of the books the darkling coming to see Mal seems very fanservice-ey and not at all adding to the plot in any way but I love it Archie bringing that youthful brashness to Mal that we all know he would have is wonderful mal calling the darkling 'shadow man' lmao I'm gonna cry 'you are a child' yeah Alek babe it's best you don't talk about that Alina is of the same age as he is I wanna go to Ben Barnes' school of nose acting because god damn Archie perfectly bringing to life Mal's realisation of the impact that Alina's immortality will bring to their life together oof sir you don't understand how perfect it is that Ben's eyes are actually that dark 'you'll wish you killed me here' it's okay honey you lost this one the Crows being the Crows I love them can we please have Jesper wearing the Zemeni man's red suit be a stepping stone to him wearing fancy clothes of outrageous colours like lime green and orange in the six of crows timeline because the fans will lose their shit and you know it Inej looking fucking fabulous in her suit I can't Kanej smiling at their crazy little bi son's antics okay can we talk about Milo literally saving the day because writer's room im looking at you you're a bunch of crazy mfers and I love you but I also hate you also I get that Mal's a tracker but would he actually have food in his pocket I know this joke has been made before but like Mal pretending to be asleep after waking the guard up is every teenager pretending to be asleep when their parents come to check on them in the middle of the night omg it's the scene those beautiful gauzy curtains at the door of the tent, I want them so bad 'you are special' he says standing stiffly at the door with a creepy inflection why am I suddenly an anti wtf I want his kefta so bad though 'my parents' I love that the show added her losing her parents to him as well because well it makes him even more villanous in her eyes doesn't it no matter what she might have felt for him uwu first fight as a couple (I'm kidding please stop) I love Jessie as Alina so much darkles don't even go off comparing being Grisha to being half-shu you can't compare experiences of being the other that interchangeably yes baby call him out on his

hypocrisy man I'm so conflicted like I understand his motivations and his story so well but like how is this helping okay but Alina's expression changing ever so slightly at him saying 'you and me' stop breaking my fucking heart assholes why is Jessie breaking my heart more on this watch than Ben did on the first one I knew it before he said it but I still gasped when he did on my first watch the little head tilt after he says it still with tears in his fucking eyes man I love this show this was the most devastating break up I have ever experienced and I will not accept any counter arguments okay actual villain time we love to see it sir please don't erotically remove her cloak you have long lost the right again I knew it before they said it but them saying it had me screaming WHAT A GLORIOUS EPISODE

[yuukri]

5, 6, 15, n 19! also, it looks like you rlly like spirited away, have you ever written or considered writing any spirited away fics?

5. satosugu adopt kids (yikes) (jujutsu kaisen) - i feel like every jjk writer has one little self indulgent family fic squirrelled away and here’s mine: firstly i’ve deleted everything to do with curses because they pose too much potential for angsty and also because i can’t write action scenes whdjdj! secondly, gojo steals (legally) megumi (no tsumiki in this au because i’m afraid of how to write her), while getou saves the girls from a bad situation. mostly it’s just daily dramatic domestic shenanigans with some kids :D

“only one of the bunnies is paying him any real attention, happily sniffling at his ankles, and for it’s troubles suguru lifts it up gently, as he makes his way into the living room. he’s sure eventually the rest will get bored and follow. even before he enters, the sounds of national geographic on the television are barely distinguishable from the volume of satoru’s laugh and nanako’s petulant whines.

megumi is sprawled on the floor by the table, one of his two dogs is most definitely in the corner eating his homework, for the third time that week; this time, suguru decides, he will not help the boy try to fix it in a panic before the deadline. satoru should have been a responsible parent and prevented it from happening. the other dog is unsurprisingly, being used as an oversized cushion.”

6. temple au (jujutsu kaisen) - one of my three endgame itafushikugi wips! nobara and megumi help yuuji revive the cult of sukuna after sukuna accidentally messes up and reincarnates into yuuji, nobara realises she has ancestral blood in the cult and megumi stumbles upon the temple while avoiding his own clan issues. it’s a super fun, supernatural au which is more silly than serious tbh.

“nobara was sometimes not unlike a piranhas, less prone to attack than people expected, but easily riled up by the scent of fresh blood.

as though to prove that just sometimes, he was some god’s favourite, their destination comes into sight. amongst the wane light of a waxing moon, the structure stood hulking and proud. it was eerie, with the way the wood gleamed as though newly polished, the shine carmine of the tiled roof. the silence of it. buildings this grand, this intricate, should creak in their foundations, the windows should rattle in their frames, the walls should groan under their load.

they come to a natural stop. nobara somehow manages to rock on her heels despite the uneven mud.

“we’re here.” megumi says, just to be annoying. “

15. watermelon sugar type beat (jujutsu kaisen) - another of the three itafushikugi wips! set semi-canon this time, it’s just a silly one shot (?) spawned from my own hcs for the trio, where they go to sendai and do silly teenage things in yuuji’s hometown! i also wanted to try and write the visiting the grave scene a la chainsaw man. no expert sorry because the state of this wip is best left for my own eyes jsjdjjd (it’s a mess OTL)

19. take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take a deep breath- (genshin impact) - zhongli loosing his gnosis isn’t as straightforward as he explained (or expected) and through plot armour magic shenanigans, our favourite liyue teens have been de-aged at his behest. it’s blatantly an excuse for me to have zhongli play house and maybe if i’m up for it explore his loneliness and detachment for his people and humanity as a whole. anyway, as they saying goes: “from the mouths of babes” for the wisest of introspections.

“zhongli holds hu tao upside down by her ankle. now this would be quite feat perhaps, if he wasn’t a millennia old god and the girl in question had been her normal size. unfortunately, as he listens to her squealing laughter and forces his grip a tad tighter as she shakes in his grasp, hu tao was very much not her normal size.

there are other issues, of course. there’s the fatui mages unconscious on the ground, the remnant sparking of electro over the dark lake of wuwang hill, the other not quite normal sized people clustered around his leg.

“mr zhongli,” xiangling says in a very quite voice, much higher than her usually chirping tenor, “what are we going to do now?” ”

spirited away! -

firstly nonny you’re totally right! i love spirited away and it’s probably one of (if not my number one) favourite movies of all time! funnily enough, despite loving ghibli movies and content, i’ve never thought to or attempted to write a ghibli based fanfic - spirited away included! i feel like most of the time when i write fics it’s because there’s something else from canon my mind wants to run away with and see. however, in the case of spirited away, i don’t think there is? the film and story are so well made and self contained i am want for literally nothing jsjdjd. i could (do) just watch it again and again and enjoy the way things play out. same could be said for other films like howl’s moving castle and kiki’s delivery service, which feature heavily in my other social media accounts (and make up far too much of my personality). but it’s not just ghibli that gives me this vibe funnily enough, some anime/manga i consume also feel complete enough that i’m happy to just leave them be fic free (the shock and horror of it)... others however, i have a personal vendetta to bend to my emotion driven will OTL...

wip title ask game!

[thelawsofdaylight]

the campaign that ends at last

A/N: This fic was inspired by a DnD session I had with some friends (although DM!Combeferre is very much inspired by this art by @deboracabral) it’s light-hearted and silly and I had a lot of fun.

CW: death (in the context of DnD)

Enjolras is in danger. 

Combeferre can see this clearly; whether Enjolras realises or not he can’t be sure, though from the set expression on his face and the way he holds himself ready, it’s possible he suspects that something is wrong. Their assailants haven’t been persuaded by his attempts at diplomacy. For all of his charm, Enjolras has failed to make allies out of the men who now face him down in a dark alleyway. 

He is already bloodied from their last fight- almost all of them are. They’re all hurt, some of them worse off than others and almost all of them will require medical attention of some kind. Enjolras stands at the front of their group, facing down the three assailants with an unflinching air.

Beside him, Courfeyrac fidgets. Joly, standing off to the side, looks apprehensive. Jehan is examining their surroundings thoughtfully whilst Bahorel cracks his knuckles. Bossuet and Feuilly stand at the back, wary. The only one of them who remains unaffected is Grantaire, who simply shrugs when Combeferre catches his eye. He’d warned them, after all, but no one had listened. 

Their path forwards is blocked and behind them, the city burns.

Suddenly, one of the assailants moves to attack. The man’s fist rises, moving, as if in slow motion, towards Enjolras’ face. The world seems to stop just before it makes contact. 

“Enjolras,” says Combeferre steadily. “Make a dexterity saving throw.”

Enjolras groans, but does as instructed. He shakes his dice in his hand a few times before letting it fall. Combeferre peers over at the number and adds Enjolras’ modifier (which is high, because somehow all of Enjolras’ stats are high.) Eighteen. 

“You manage to dodge at the last second; the assailant’s punch misses. Now, everyone roll for initiative.”

They do so; Combeferre calculates the order in his head before nodding to Joly, who is the first to move. 

“I use my movement to move a safe distance away from the assailants. I use my action to turn invisible and my bonus action to cast healing word on Enjolras,” Joly says. Enjolras flashes him a grateful smile as Combeferre nods.

“Make a roll.”

Joly does so. Enjolras regains fifteen health. 

“Cool, okay. That’s convenient, since Enjolras, it’s your go now; what do you want to do?”

“I’m going to make an armed attack with my bayonet.”

“Alright,” says Combeferre. “Roll to see if it hits.”

Enjolras does so; with his proficiency bonus in armed attacks, Combeferre’s not surprised when it ends up hitting. He’s even less surprised when it ends up doing a high amount of damage. “The first assailant is bloodied,” he reports. 

Bahorel cheers. 

“Alright. Grantaire, your go.”

“I cast vicious mockery!”

The party groans. “Of course you do,” says Courfeyrac whilst Jehan mutters something under his breath in- Greek? Combeferre can’t be sure.

“Okay,” says Combeferre. He tries to suppress a grin before he continues; sometimes his friends are endearingly predictable. “And what do you say?”

“I declare that these so called assailants are fools for having dared to cross our party, for we are greater fools, and, more importantly, we are fools who have just defeated a tyrant on the seat of the throne. I tell them that  they would be offended at my brazen insults if only they could understand what I was saying, but alas, their brains are too small and their fists too ready. They don’t understand how insulted they should be because they can’t understand the complexities of this thing we call life; that is, indeed, if there’s anything to understand in the first place.”

“Okay,” says Combeferre again as Courfeyrac murmurs ‘same side or not I will knock you out on my turn, I swear to God.’ He makes a wisdom saving throw for the assailant. It passes.

“Sorry Grantaire,” Combeferre apologises. “No effect.”

Grantaire shrugs and leans back in his seat, smiling. “Worth it.”

“It really wasn’t,” says Courfeyrac.

“Courf!” Combeferre says. “Your go!” 

“I stick my chest out and say ‘your king was a parasite and so are you, it’s only fitting that you’ll follow in his path’ and then I cast firebolt.”

Combeferre smiles. “Okay. The assailants look alarmed at your words but they hold strong. Roll to hit.”

Courfeyrac’s throws are always the most theatrical, even more so than Jehan, who mutters various blessings in languages Combeferre won’t even pretend to know before rolling. Courfeyrac has constructed what appears to be an entire one-man dance routine before he lets his dice fall. 

“It hits,” Combeferre says, looking at the fifteen on the dice. Courfeyrac cheers, already rolling for damage. Combeferre whistles when the dice settle. “You do twenty three damage; the first assailant falls to the floor, dead. His companions look on in shock but you see them grasp their weapons tighter. Which brings us to... Bahorel.”

“Fuck yeah,” says Bahorel. “Right. I’m going to use my movement so that I’m standing right next to the second guy and then use my action and my bonus action to make four unarmed attacks, and then I’m going to use second wind to heal myself.” Bahorel narrates as he speaks; sweeping gestures with his arms that make Combeferre worry for the safety of his DM setup. 

“Okay,” he says, shuffling the cardboard just out of reach. “Roll to hit and then roll for damage.”

Three of Bahorel’s hits land; one misses. He deals twenty one damage to the second assailant. 

“The second assailant is bloodied,” Combeferre says, prompting another cheer. “The third looks uneasy, but stands his ground.”

It’s the assailants go next so Combeferre rolls to make an armed attack against the closest person to him- which happens to be Bahorel. 

“Bahorel, what’s your armour class?”

“Fifteen.”

“Oof,” says Combeferre. “You take ten damage.”

“Aw, c’mon!” 

Combeferre shrugs his shoulders and hides his grin. “Jehan? Your go.” 

Jehan smiles. “I’m going to cast phantasmal force on the second assailant.” 

Combeferre nods, intrigued as to where this is going. Although, this is Jehan, so he has an idea. “Sure, you can do that. I’ll make an intelligence saving throw for the assailant.” 

He does. Twelve. A fail, but just barely. “The illusion is weak, but it works. Do you want to describe what the second assailant sees?”

“Yes please,” says Jehan, grinning. “The second assailant sees a ghost-like figure rise from the body of his deceased friend. The ghost isn’t completely transparent but opaque, and it hovers a few metres off of the ground. It matches the appearance of the dead assailant almost exactly, but maintains the wounds from when he died and there’s something... off, about him. The ghost hovers near the second assailant and whispers to him, but the words are all in a language he can’t understand.”

“Nice,” Bahorel mutters. Jehan beams at him.

“Do they do anything else? You still have a bonus action if you want to do damage.”

“Nope, that was my only thing.” Jehan says. “It just freaks him out, is all.”

“Okay, he’ll roll with disadvantage from now on.”

Jehan nods, satisfied. 

“Feuilly, you’re up.”

Feuilly startles when Combeferre addresses him, blinking back into his surroundings as if he hadn’t been fully paying attention. “Okay,” says Feuilly carefully. “Uh, I’m far away, right? Can I make a ranged attack with my bow?”

“Sure,” says Combeferre. “You’re at the back so a range attack is a good choice. Roll to see if it hits. You want a D20.”

Feuilly nods, locating the correct dice and rolling it. “Eleven,” he reports.

“Plus your modifier, which makes it fourteen, which-” Combeferre checks his stats “-hits. Roll for damage? D6 plus your strength modifier.” 

Feuilly does so. “Seven.”

“Okay, the second assailant isn’t bloodied yet, but you can tell he’s feeling weaker. Bossuet?”

“Ready.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I’m going to cast Eldritch Blast.”

Another groan from the party. Combeferre bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “Go on then.”

Bossuet extends his arm out to Joly, who presses a kiss against his knuckles. “Thanks babe,” Bossuet says. He rolls. 

It’s a critical miss.

“Oh dear,” says Bossuet. 

“Oh dear is right,” says Combeferre. “Bossuet, not only do you miss, you miss so badly that you end up hitting Enjolras and Bahorel instead.”

“Oh dear,” says Bossuet, with feeling. 

“Enjolras, Bahorel, make a dexterity saving throw.” 

They do. Enjolras passes; Bahorel does not. Combeferre winces. “Five damage,” he says.

“Are we back at the start yet?” Asks Bahorel. Combeferre nods. “Joly, my pal, my best bud, my saviour, I would really appreciate some of that sweet sweet healing magic just about now.”

Joly rolls his eyes but smiles. “I use my action to throw my handaxe at the second assailant.” A pause. “ And I use my bonus action to cast healing word on Bahorel.” 

He rolls before Combeferre even has to instruct it; his hit lands and deals eight damage to the assailant. Bahorel regains twelve health points. 

“Thanks bud,” Bahorel says.

“Aaaand, the second assailant is now dead,” Combeferre reports. Bossuet leans over and places a kiss against Joly’s cheek as Bahorel ruffles his hair. “The third assailant is glancing behind him warily; you can see the reluctance to fight flash in his eyes before his expression turns stony. He is now all that separates you from your victory.”

Combeferre watches his friends digest this information, gives it a minute to settle in; once they’ve cleared this obstacle they’ve almost succeeded in their quest. A six-month long campaign of plotting to overthrow the crown is coming to an end, Combeferre can see their adventures played back before him and he smiles.

“Enjolras,” says Combeferre bringing them back to the present, “back to you.”

Enjolras’ expression is set. “I am going to try and convince him one last time to leave.”

Behind Enjolras, Combeferre sees Grantaire roll his eyes. He smiles. “Okay, go ahead and roll for persuasion.” 

Enjolras does so; Courfeyrac whistles when the dice lands and Combeferre sees why as soon as he looks over; a natural twenty. 

“Okay,” Combeferre nods; he isn’t even trying to hide his grin anymore. A critical hit plus Enjolras’ insanely high charisma modifier? It isn’t even a question. “What do you say to make him leave?”

“I tell him that there has been far too much death tonight. That although I use death when it is necessary in our path, I hate to do so, and would avoid it where possible. I beg of him to change his ways; we are no longer living under the heel of a monarch and so he is no longer obligated to impose tyranny. He can find a different profession and make a more honest living. I ask him that he not only save himself, but also save us the task of killing him; he knows he will not survive this encounter otherwise and although his friends may be dead, he does not have to condemn himself to the same fate, or us to ours.”

The party is quiet in the wake of Enjolras’ words. 

“Enjolras, have you ever considered going into speech writing?” asks Feuilly after a moment or two has passed. Laughter passes through the party and Combeferre finds himself joining in. 

“He is convinced by your words,” says Combeferre once he’s composed himself. “He eyes you warily before throwing down his weapon and running off the way that he came. Your path forwards is clear.”

The party cheer. 

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

See! I promise I am doing the thing!

Caught in the sliding snow, the group found themselves falling, greedy over the ending so close, as they fell from the snowy cliff, they all landed in a thick field of green grass. Keith could only assume the game feared killed Lance too prematurely and had helped them reach the end ahead of schedule. Brushing themselves off, Pike was the only one who didn’t bother forcing himself up, instead laying with a hand on his belly as everyone else gaped at each other, before words started falling over each other, all in a rush to celebrate no more game outfits

“We’ve got our armour back!”

“My bow’s gone!”

“I miss staff!”

“I don’t miss you in robes. Holy quiznak, Dark, you look so weird in your amour!”

“You’re not a dwarf anymore”

“Are you sure? She’s still pretty short”

“Hey, all our weapons are gone”

They were. Keith felt for his twin blades, finding nothing on his back. Pike was the only one who still looked like a game character. His boyfriend hadn’t moved from where he laid, he didn’t see what the rest of the team saw, their chattering voices dying as they looked ahead. Moving over to his boyfriend, Keith held his hand out. Pike’s eyes widened as he recognised their armour

“Come on, we have to keep moving”

As Pike took his hand, his boyfriend accepted his help to stand. The fellinwere’s free hand still protectively splayed across his belly

“What the fuck is that?”

Keith had no answers. Massive walls of greenery stood between them and their way to whatever was on the other side. Pidge hummed, before declaring

“I think it’s a labyrinth. And I think on the other side is the castle”

“Like... a labyrinth, labyrinth?”

Pidge nodded at Hunk

“I think this might be the final boss before the castle. That has to be why we ended up here... but how do we get past the gates?”

The two golden gates that stood before them stretched high, nearly as tall as the walls which had to be at least 5 metres by Keith’s reckoning

“Maybe we should try knocking?”

Keith raised an eyebrow at Pike, who shrugged in return

“I mean, if everyone else is okay with it?”

“I think Pike might be onto something. I can’t see a latch on the gates”

It’d been so long since Shiro himself had worn his black armour, that Keith found himself staring. It’d been so long that any of them had, really. It was as strange to him as the clothes of a Barbarian had been initially. He felt out of place, almost uncomfortable. Had his armour always felt this tight?

“Pike, do you feel anything?”

“Nothing more than usual... fat, slow, like this is a bad idea but we have no other choice... you know, the usual... maybe a little left out”

“You’re not tired?”

“A bit... the pearl’s pulsing. It’s like it knows we’re reaching the end”

“Finally. I’ve had it with this game. Are we doing this, or are we standing here staring?”

The thick hedged walls couldn’t bode well for the imminent future. Keith’s instincts told him that it wasn’t just some grassy maze. With the size of the labyrinth, any number of beasts could we wandering it’s twisting paths... and now they were weaponless before it

“Babe?”

Pike’s stupidly blue eyes were focused on him. His boyfriend's eyes seemed to see right to heart of his worry

“I...”

Keith didn’t know what to say. These... this... this could be his last few hours with Lance. Selfishly he wanted to blow off entering the maze and run away from the obstacles before them

“We’re a team. We’ll get through this together, won’t we?”

“You... This could be the end”

Pike shrugged

“I love you. I have faith in you. I’ve always had faith in you. You just need to have faith in you”

“I don’t want things to end like this...”

“We don’t know if it’s the end... I’ve got your back, all the way. I always have. Let’s kick some maze arse”

“And then...”

“And then we figure out what comes next. I think... I think I’m not as angry as I was... I think I’m okay with whatever happens”

“Well I’m not!”

“Whatever happens” could mean the end of Lance and of Pike.

“Pike’s right. We were falling apart as a team. We’re still finding ourselves, even now, but we’re all in this together. Let’s do this together, as a team”

Hunk wiped at his eyes, Keith unable to find fault with Shiro’s words. They had come together as a team in a way that’d never been before. The others were now openly supporting Pike, accepting that they were wrong and finally seeing that Lance was the glue that kept the team together. Keith was the one dragging his heels, scared of what came next... maybe because he had the most to lose, but maybe because he was terrified of what came next. What came when they all woke up. What came as he and Lance tried to figure out their relationship while fighting and intergalactic war

“I’ll be with you, until the very end. I love you”

Keith pulled Pike up against him, nuzzling into his neck with a heavy heart

“Don’t go anywhere I can’t reach you”

“I wouldn’t dream of it”

“You two are being gross. Let’s kick this mazes arse. Then we can plot our revenge on this stupid quiznakking game!”

Pidge’s attempt to ramp up their spirits was sidelined by Hunk

“Group hug!”

Pidge glared, Shiro snorting in laughter as their group gremlin was hugged by Hunk, who then extended his arm towards Allura. Allura was happy to oblige, the group shuffling over to pull Shiro

“Come on guys, group hug”

Pike laughed, Keith finding himself between his boyfriend and his brother. His pack felt like a pack again, that they were meant to be together

“When I say “Vol-...”

“We say -tron!”

Pike dropped against him, Keith kicking himself for being swept up in the moment... but he hadn’t been the other one, Pidge remembering when Lance had tried to make it a group thing and finishing “Voltron”

“Whoa... okay. That’s enough team bonding for now. Is he okay?”

Keith nodded, Shiro the first of their friends to notice the game’s punishment, Pike groaned in response, Keith rubbing his back supportively. It was kind of unfair how cute Pike looked as he clutched at Keith

“Let’s wait a little longer before we break out the team spirit”

“Good plan. Pike, are you ready?”

“Yeah... gimme a tick and I’ll be good to go”

*

Standing the gates as group, Pike looked to his teammates. Keith holding his hand as he nodded to his boyfriend

“Go ahead”

Raising his hand to knock, the gates slid down into the earth. Pidge letting out a nervous laugh that they all felt. This felt different. All of them together and focused. They’d come together to fight the troll, but Keith had come in part way through the fight so the goal wasn’t a united front from the get go. Quietly, Hunk asked

“I guess we head in?”

Allura stepped forward, she seemed to have regained some of her brilliance now she was dressed in her pink armour

“I’ll take point. Gyro, then Dark and Pike, Meklavar and Block you take the rear. We don’t know what we’re facing inside the labyrinth. Try not to touch anything, we don’t know if these walls are stable”

Pidge shot Allura a mock salute

“Yes, ma’am. Okay team, we’ve got this”

They’d barely entered the maze before the walls seemed to close in on them. The entrance disappearing once they’d crossed the threshold

“Whoa!”

Pidge was right. It was pretty “whoa”. And Keith felt even more strongly that this was not about to be a fun time

“Don’t touch the walls”

Rolling her eyes at him, Pidge didn’t appreciate being told again

“Yes, dad. I heard Vala”

“I’m just reminding you. You do tend to be curious”

By curious Keith meant that she was constantly curious by things best left alone

“You mean she can’t keep her hands to herself”

Pidge flipped Lance off

“It’s you two who can’t keep your hands to yourselves... but I kind of want to touch it”

“Block, make sure Meklavar doesn’t touch anything”

Pidge crossed her arms

“I’m not going to touch it. If anything I bet that Block touches it before I do”

Keith shook his head

“I’m not taking that bet. We all know Hunk has a healthy fear of everything”

Hunk tried to defend himself

“Only everything that wants to kill us, which is basically everything...”

Shiro gave a “dad” sigh, before sounding so “dad” like that none of them wanted to disappoint him

“Alright. That’s enough. Meklavar promises she won’t touch any of the walls. None of us will touch the walls. Vala, if you’d be so kind to take lead, we need to get through this maze as soon as possible”

Within the maze time ran on its own agenda. They could have been walking for minutes or hours as they negotiated the twists and turns that took them to their first challenge. A tad too excited, Pidge bumped into Pike, who in turn bumped into Keith, Keith throwing out a hand without thinking, his palm landing against the leaves of the wall. A flash came, an image of their past. “Leave the maths to Pidge”. The memory came with a deep sense of hurt, Keith reeling backwards with a gasp, drawing the attention of the team. He’d torn Lance to shreds internally with his misworded attempt to comfort him

“Babe?”

Gritting out his words, Keith found tears in his eyes

“Don’t... touch the walls”

“What happened?”

“I saw... something. Fuck, Pike... I’m so sorry”

Pike wrapped his arms around him, Keith kind of feeling like he didn’t deserve such a sweet gesture. Pike mustn’t have seen what he did, despite holding his hand

“Babe?”

“It’s fine... just no one touch the walls”

“You look seriously spooked, what did you see?”

Keith shook his head at Pidge. She’d call him more than idiot for the way he’d dismissed Lance like that. How many times had he put Lance down while Lance carried on with a smile for all their sakes?

“Something I wish I could take back”

“It can’t be that bad. We’ve all made mistakes”

Pidge reached out, brushing her fingertips over the wall. She jerked back almost immediately, eyes wide with guilt

“Fuck... Pike...”

Wrapping her arms around herself, she seemed to shrink. Hunk wrapped her arm around her shoulder

“What did you see?”

“Us... we were joking and we made fun of his feelings... it was like the worst feeling ever. Pike, I never should have... I meant it as a joke, but I didn’t know how much it hurt you...”

Pike shifted uncomfortably. Keith wondered if he was wondering how many memories were in these walls... What if this whole maze was made of Lance’s insecurities and these walls were the physical manifestations on the walls he’d thrown up trying to protect himself? Keith felt even shittier

“Oh... um... thanks, but I think for now we should work on this puzzle in front of us”

Walking up to the podium in the middle of the path, the other border was the same green as Pidge’s armour. Allura stares down at the symbols in confusion

“I don’t know what this means. Is this a human thing? Block, Meklavar, do you know what this is?”

Pidge slipped between Shiro and Allura to look at the podium, the green Paladin letting out a groan

“It’s the code I was working on”

“I don’t recognise this”

“That’s because it was a side project. Do you remember when went after that trans-reality comet? With the super bad... people of the same race as Vala. There was that box on the back of their necks...”

“Meklavar!”

Pidge jumped, Hunk sounded outraged

“It wasn’t like that. I was thinking maybe we could counter engineer something in case we ever came across something like that again...”

“Oh, that makes more sense”

“And... I was thinking that maybe if we had team issues with our other sides... we could find a way to keep them all settled so that side didn’t get in the way”

“Meklavar!”

“I couldn’t help it... I wanted to understand how it worked!

“Alright. Let’s save that arguing for later, everyone. Meklavar, do you know what to do with this?”

The code was on tiles that looked made to slide, with one square missing

“There’s some pretty clear errors here. Maybe I’m supposed to correct them?”

Hunk pressed his fingertips together

“Um... Guys... Making a mind control device doesn’t sound like a good thing to do”

“I never finished the code... Prince Pin-dick showed up and I got distracted. It’s not like I was making it to control anyone’s behaviour”

“I think this puzzle if for Meklavar. The frame is green on the outside, like her armour. I think she’s the only one supposed to touch it”

Pidge turned to Pike

“That’s a pretty good guess... Block, try touching it”

“What? Why me?”

“Because you’re the closest, dah!”

Hunk reached a hand out, a barrier forming between him and the tiles. Shiro shot Pike a smile

“Good call. Right, show them how it’s done”

The rest of them could do nothing as Pidge moved the pieces around, they all quietly took a step back knowing how snappy she could get when she was in the zone. Keith was quietly proud that Pike had voiced his ideas, even prouder that they seemed to be on the same wavelength with the colour thing. Having only faced the first obstacle, they couldn’t say for sure until they saw the next one. When Pidge had the tiles in place, a small keypad popped out the bottom of the podium

“Now what?”

“You correct the code...?”

Pidge shrugged, before rolling her head and cracking her fingers

“I’ve got this”

She did. After a few very very long minutes of typing, there was a small ding and the keyboard slid back into the podium, before the lot slid seamlessly into the ground. Turning to Hunk, he high-fived her with practiced ease. Allura all smiles as if Pidge’s victory was her own

“Good job, Meklavar. Let’s keep going”

After the first obstacle the terrain turned harder, the ground uneven and their were places where they had to duck their heads to avoid the hedge walls. Not wanting to walk in silence, the conversation gradually turned to what did they think was coming next

“That was like super easy, why do you think they had a challenge like that in the game?”

“Fucked if I know”

Keith’s answer earned him a smack to the back of the head by Shiro

“Language”

Keith shot his brother a glare

“Really?”

“Yep. Someone has to keep you in line. If we assume the game wants us to solve problems based on our strengths, then we can expect that Block’s should be something to do with baking?”

“Or engineering? He’s kind of a bad arse engineer”

Pike didn’t get hit for his use of language, Keith quietly internally pouting as where Shiro hit him throbbed. Hunk looked the happiest he had since they entered the maze

“Thanks, man!”

“I’ve got your back, bro”

“Why was mine coding?”

Pike rolled his eyes at Pidge

“Because you’re the most bad arse coder even known?”

“Then what about Keith? What do you think his would be?”

Pike, Allura, and Hunk all looked at each other, synchronised as they said

“Stabbing stuff”

Keith huffed. It wasn’t his fault he was a natural with a sword, deflecting, he asked

“And Shiro?”

Pidge stood a little straighter, pulling her hair into the closest thing she could manage to Shiro’s

“Patience yields focus”

All of them laughed, except for Shiro who pinched the bridge of his nose

“Thanks for that”

Allura hummed

“What would my skill be?”

“Basically everything?”

Pidge clicked her fingers

“Diplomacy? Maybe you have to negotiate with mice over cheese”

Allura nudged Pidge, Pidge nearly tripping as she exaggerated the effect

“Hey, watch the walls. You don’t want to touch them”

“I negotiate bigger things than mice and cheese”

“I know. I mean that you’re really good at it”

“She’s good at other things too...”

“Aw, thanks, Pike. I don’t know if you should say that in front of Dark, he looked ready to stab me”

“I can do more than stab things...”

Pike kissed his cheek, smiling at Keith’s pout. He was pack leader, he could out pilot all of them, not to mention he’d gotten pretty at good at strategising

“Of course you can, babe”

“Thank you”

“You two are completely gross. I want this noted”

Pike snorted at Pidge

“I‘d like how you class this as gross. Dark’s really very sweet”

Pike wasn’t helping Keith feel less self conscious. He cheeks felt too warm. Being in his armour made the game feel less like a game and more like a step towards the real world. A step towards it being him and Lance, not him and Pike

“That’s what makes it gross. You both pretty much have hearts in your eyes every time you look at each other”

“Don’t forget Pike made them matching grass crowns”

“And he tucked that flower behind Dark’s ear”

“And he was crying because he really wanted to gift something to Dark”

“And Dark gave him that new headband, and a sword. That’s pretty much the courting out of the way. All that’s left is marriage and annoying the rest of us by being all lovey-dovey”

Now the whole team was teasing them, Pike nuzzled into Keith’s cheek

“I don’t come that easily. I want to be courted properly”

“I wouldn’t dream of calling you easy”

Pike leaned a little more forward to “whisper” in his ear

“I didn’t say I was easy I said I don’t come that easily. But if you say that again, I’m happy to cut you off entirely”

Keith surrendered, amending his words. It wasn’t exactly hard to fall in love with Lance once he’d stopped running from his feelings, but mentioning how easy it was to fall for him would only lead to more teasing

“Not easy. Not easy at all. I promise to court you properly”

“Good. Now, I love you, and I really need to sit down before I fall down... So no more getting flustered because we all love you”

“I’m not flustered”

“Babe, you’re ready to sink into the ground and you know it”

“Shut up”

“And there’s my cranky boyfriend. I hope you’re not so cranky you fail your task”

“As if. Just watch me”

“Oh, so manly. Makes me fall for you all over”

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Character review 3/7)

Tigatron!(Reconnaissance):

Infiltrator, scout, and loner, Tigatron was brought to this series before his kick ass wife was, allowing us more time to get to know him. Chivalrous, kind, attuned w/nature, he was pretty easy to fall for. And I've made it pretty obvious when I first met him, that I liked this kitty. Boy got a voice like honey. He also has a factor in common w/ tfa Prowl, where he was helm over pede for nature and animals, and I sort of really liked that about his character.

(1st and only forms)

Verdict:I liked him a bit more than Airrazor, purely because we got to know him more. I didn't like how he ended, he didn't deserve it anymore than his girl did. Overall, I give him 8/10, since he was a charming, smooth voiced gentlemech.

Tigerhawk!(Vok emissary):

So this mech here gets a category on his own, given that he IS a different character, despite being a combination of both Tigatron & Airrazor. I could've gone the rest of the series without him, honestly. Hot as he looked winking, and how cool he looks, beast wars unfortunately sacrifices characters for the sake of new forms, no doubt to sell more toys. It hurts.

(1st & only forms)

Verdict: Guys i... I liked him as a temporary character. He made sense, he had a role and he filled it out, but I just...I didn't like that we had to sacrifice Tigatron & Aiirazor to to this. I really didnt. Blackarachnia & Silverbolt had a happy ending and couple moments, I wish they had it too. I rate this 6/10, sorry guys.

Blackarachnia!(Combat specialist/Saboteur):

Oh the Queen. The goth goddess. If you havent guessed yet, I'm kinda in love with her. Clever, cunning, much like her tfp counterpart. Only thing is, shes more of a sneaky scientist, versus a plain murderer (not that I'm not in love w/ tfp Blackarachnia). Her voice is adorable, her screams actually instilled panic in me here and there, and her arc wasn't PERFECT, but was damn good. A true icon.

(1st forms)

Blackarachnia's glory days were in there in this form. She triggers ALL my bisexual energy, and if you wanna bring her home, do so at your own risk. She's the girl your parents warned you not to talk to, but with lips like those, you bet your ass your gonna do it anyway. Shes a clever little minx, deceptive, and an AMAZING techy. She was a huge plot point in regards to the ark plot line, and for the resurrection of Tarantulas. Shes literally so smart, she almost took over the entire planet, using advanced alien technology. Shes got such a witty way of talking, takes no shit, but has a soft spot for her bowser boyfriend, which made her not a TOTAL villian. Look wise, her robo form highlighted how killer she was, highlighted how seductive she was. Spider form? I loved it, it suited her being a spider on the wall, that was a huge part of her character.

(2nd forms)

So...this form. Where do I start? So i dont HATE it. But i dont LOVE it. I got used to it, but this feels like shes in a work out sports bra and shorts, and got her nails done. Her personality also changed a bit. Juuust a bit. It MAYBE because she got a bit less screen time, it feels like anyway, but I felt a slight mellow-ness after her transformation. I LOVED her spider form though, oh my god she got dangerous as shit, I loved it.

Verdict: Blackarachnia is....wow. She can, in my opinion, only be described as wow. She had full confidence in herself and who she was (versus her tfa counterpart), and let no one change her. She was a predicon through and through, and NO ONE could tell her otherwise, even her doggy boyfriend. 10/10 a dream come true. Maybe I'm biased, but damn you guys, her and her character ark was on par with Dinobot.

Silverbolt!(Aerial assault &Reconnaissance):

Everyones favorite Fullbright gone furry, is our buddy Silverbolt. He comes into the series acting like everyones knight in shining armour. He isnt too sharp, but hes keen on what his spark tells him, and he fights for chances and rights for all. Unless your Tarantulas. Then hes not interested. Guzzles respect fem juice, and totally gets pegged. Sees things in black and white (not just because hes a dog), unless it's about his babe Blackarachnia.

(1st forms)

Verdict: He's a match made in heaven for Blackarachnia. And I love him for the fact that he gave her the chance to have that happy ending & redemption ark. He treats her like a Queen, and I'd call him a white knight, but he doesnt deserve it. Hes a good boy, but by himself? He surprisingly has some good character. Goofy, loyal, and has his helm in the clowds, I give our boy a solid 8/10.

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Hvitserk’s Valkyrie

Chapter 4

Pairing: Hvitserk x OC

Summary: She walked into the great hall that night and all Hvitserk could think was that he needed to know who she was because she would be his. He had seen visions of her in his dreams. The gods had sent her right to him and he wasn’t about to let anyone else have her. But what did the gods want for them?

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Vikings

Tags & Warning: Fluff, OC, More straight Fluff.

Words: 2985

Gif from: @dangerousvikings

Author’s Notes: Sorry the long update friends! I had changed a bunch of things and re-plotted and was just dealing with some other stuff but I’m back! 

The sun filtered through the still open window that morning right on Kára’s face. Groaning she turned in the bed trying to cocoon further into the warm furs, instead she rolls right into Hvitserk’s hard body. Normally it’s Staðr warm fur that is beside her but there is not fur this time. Still half asleep she doesn’t realize and nestles closer to Hvitserk’s side. Kára was definitely not a morning person. Hvitserk eyes had opened the moment the roosters had crowed, he lay in bed though, watching Kára sleep. She slept like a babe, no worries on her face, no tension in her shoulders, enjoying the feel of her soft skinned mid-section under his palms. At some point last night her shirt had ridden up and Hvitserk was not about letting go of her unless he absolutely needed to.

Kára was still not fully awake, whining she hid her face in the crook of Hvitserk’s collarbone. Sometime last night, half asleep, he’d rid himself of his shirt and vest, though he’d rather be wearing nothing, especially with a woman lying with him, her reaction yesterday made him rethink it. He’d have to find out what it was that kept her from being with him. He would take any precaution to keep her with him. And he didn’t know why he felt this way. It just was.

“KÁRA!” Bjorn’s voice boomed from just outside the open window, she shot up from the bed, clipping Hvitserk’s chin in the process.

“WHAT?” She snarls clutching her head with both hands at the same time glaring at Bjorn, his body taking up the majority of the open frame. He casually leans in to see Hvitserk lying in her bed, rubbing his jaw from the solid hit of her head. It amused Hvitserk greatly that in all her tininess, still half asleep, and mussed hair she yells back at Bjorn Ironside. In turn, it amused Bjorn to see Hvitserk in her bed, more so after their previous conversation, at least on the inside.

“Still sleeping well past when the sun is high.” Bjorn grouches, “I’ll need you to go see to any herbs needed for our journey, you’ve saved me from finding Hvitserk this morning as well. Docks.” He points at Hvitserk, “Ubbe is already there.” With only two days left to leave, it was amazing the Bjorn was not just angry all the time. Though he was mostly, Kára thinks as she grumpily glares at Bjorn’s retreating back. Hvitserk uses the distraction to snuggle his face into her shoulder, wrapping his arms loosely around her around hips. She freezes at first as if from the contact but relaxes just quickly, his breath down her neck has gooseflesh rising on the back of her neck. She reclines against him slightly, resting her cheek on his soft hair just so.

“I’m sorry about your chin.” She says softly. “Lagertha says I have a harder head than Bjorn most of the time.” She can feel Hvitserk’s lips curve into a smile against her neck.

“It is fairly hard.” As his head bumps the side of her head playfully, before untangling himself and rising to find his boots. Kára watches him move around her space, the lines of his tattoo sit dark against his skin, thick trails of colour down shoulder blade to elbow. He bends to wrestle away a boot away from Staðr, his bare back is a sight, the lean muscle stretches the expanse, shoulders to trousers that were swung low on his hips. He peeks over his shoulder smirking to see her watching him. He peacocks, stretching his arms before reaching for his shirt, slowly turning to her. She quickly turns and combs her fingers through her long locks, deftly separating and braiding them out of the way, avoiding making eye contact with him thinking that she wasn’t caught staring. Ruffling Staðr’s head Hvitserk moves back to her, his shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Come train with us today.” He suggests, he loved to see her move, it made him think how she would move underneath him. Her lithe body pinned to furs on his bed, how her arms would stretch and back would bow. Her legs would squeeze to his hips.

“I think I will after I’ve dealt with the rest of the chores.” She smiled timidly. She was slowly relaxing around him, the time it was taking was driving Hvitserk a little insane, the distraction of war only keeping him at bay. She drops the long braid over her shoulder, standing up, her aura shifts. Like she’s put on armour. He thumbs her cheek with a smile then makes his way out the door. Staðr deciding he likes the man and follows Hvitserk.

“Hvitserk?” She calls out leaning through the open window. He backtracks to leans his long arms to hang off the top window sill. “Thank you.” She whispers as she raises on her toes just a bit to plant an innocent kiss at the corner of his lips. Hvitserk turns to take hold of her head in his hand and shifts to possessively take her mouth. He pulls back all too pleased with himself seeing her somewhat dazed, then turns heel to start his day.

Kára shakes her head as she moves around her home to ready.. Having Hvitserk around makes her not feel alone. While Bjorn and Lagertha and Torvi would never fault her for being with them and counting her as part of their family, she felt she was invading their space, or being a needlessly extra oar.

The day passed rather quickly. Oddly Kára found herself in the company of Halfdan the Black. They had been introduced earlier, and he had to give her a hand with packing healing supplies, on his request to be able to hide away from his brooding brother Harald. Apparently, Harald was lovesick over an old flame that arrived with a new husband. To Kára it did not matter, Halfdan was easy company, he joked lots and made fun of other warriors, complained about his brother and spoke of previous battles. She never would have guessed that he would be quite so talkative but he was. She had only run into Hvitserk once during the day. He had the strangest look on his face. One she could not place. She gave him a small smile as she was beckoned away by Bjorn, to use her for something else.

Hvitserk sometimes thought Bjorn was doing so on purpose.

As every night Kára landed herself in the great hall. Today though she sat with just Torvi, while she calmed an agitated Refil. A loud crash behind them reveals Guthrum and Erik fighting on the floor, Guthrum promptly sitting on Erik. Sighing, Torvi places baby Refil on Kára’s lap and moves to separate her other two children. Instinct has Kára adjusting to support the weight of the babe in both her arms. Refil coos contently as Kára stands to rock back and forth to keep his cries at bay. Torvi is dragging Guthrum away by the ear as Ubbe and Hvitserk come into the hall, Staðr at Hvitserk’s heels, the wolf had taken an easy liking to follow the brother’s around, mostly because it knew food would always be tossed to him. Staðr cuddles around a hiccupping and sombre Erik, nudging him forward.

“Wrestling again?” Ubbe smirks as Hvitserk takes Kára’s vacated chair, Erik plops himself down between the chairs still rubbing the tears away from his face. Kára nods and glances at Hvitserk, he’s watching her hungrily again, it is like that is his permanent expression. The sight of a babe in her arms is tantalizing. Hvitserk’s arms are moving before he even realizes to snag her hips and pull her and the little one to sit on his lap. She can’t deny him since any jostling would disturb the finally calm infant. Instead, she twists sideways to swing her legs over the arm of the chair, she rests the child on her now inclined thighs, carefully keeping both hands on the swaddled little body in case it tried to squirm away. Hvitserk’s arm casually swings over her knees and the other around her back in support.

“Well someone has made themselves comfortable.” Sneers Ivar, as his pulling hooks punch into the ground with every drag he makes. Kára ignores him carefully adjusting the blankets instead, using the movement to avoid any conflict with youngest Ragnarsson. In the time Kára had spent with all the boys she preferred Ubbe’s company if she was not with Hvitserk or Bjorn. Ivar and Sigurd argued too much, she had mentioned it once in passing to Torvi, stating that she didn’t feel that both younger men did not appreciate the fact that the had family at least. Torvi only gave Kára a sad smile and changed the topic.

“Oh, is little baby jealous that he’s not getting all the attention?” Goads Sigurd, Kára can see Ubbe roll his eyes at his brothers the same time she feels Hvitserk’s sigh leave his chest. Ivar and Sigurd’s bickering only continues to get louder and louder until a small dagger flies between them landing just in front of Ivar’s hand.

Kára’s arm hung extended straight out, her other hand firmly spread over the babe to keep in place. Hvitserk’s arm flexed around woman and child keeping them securely on his lap automatically.

“Shut. Up.” Kára glares coldly, “you’ll wake Refil.” As she flicks her fingers elegantly asking for the dagger back. “Gods, you squabble like spoilt children.” As Sigurd pouts but still returns her dagger, which she easily slips back into her boot, as Sigurd moves out of the hall, purposefully jumping over Ivar to piss him off more. Hvitserk is unfazed by his brothers arguing that he doesn’t bother to say anything, just moves to rub Refil’s head.

“Woman you cannot tell me what to do” Ivar growls again, “Stop treating me like a child!” He yells causing Refil to fuss. Hvitserk’s hand comes up to cover hers now, rubbing the babe until it settles. Before Ubbe can intervene in this newly growing argument, Kára is snapping back.

“Then do not act like one.” Her eyes narrow at Ivar. She goes on before Ivar can even get a word in. “You think you are the only person who wants revenge for deeds done to them? You think you are the only one who needs to prove themselves? There is such a thing as grace Ivar, of which you do not have.” Kára cradles baby Refil to her chest in an effort to soothe the startled child. Ubbe tries to intervene again but Torvi and Margarethe arrive just in time to interrupt them.

“I see you are not letting Ivar get to you.” Smiles Torvi as she scoops Erik from the floor to console the still sad boy. Hvitserk wraps Kára and the child in his arms tight, Kára is eyeing Ivar hoisting himself up on a chair. Margarethe hovers behind Ubbe’s chair, glaring at Kára so cozily curled in Hvitserk’s lap with a child no less, confusion and angry reigned the eyes of the petite blonde.

“You did not come train with us today,” Hvitserk says somewhat disappointed, changing the subject before another argument surfaces.

“I was asked to help with the sacrifice preparations after I finished with the healing herbs with Floki---”

“Well, aren’t you just making yourself a place with everyone” Interrupts Ivar, his teeth clenched. calculating watching his brothers and their women. “Even Margarethe does not like you. Though it is to be expected when you have taken her man.” Ivar grins maliciously. “Well, one of them at least.” Kára’s shoulders stiffen under Hvitserk’s arm, as her gaze shifts back to babe, avoiding all the men in the room. Her face strategically becomes blank, hands fidgeting with Refil’s blankets, as she tries to move away from Hvitserk’s hold, but his embrace remains strong on her so that she can not move away.

“Ivar.” Ubbe admonishes as fear replaces Margarethe expression for being mentioned by Ivar.

“Come, we must get ready for tonight’s sacrifice, we must send you all with many blessings,” Torvi commands, efficiently ending the conversation, as she scoops baby Refil in her arm and takes Erik’s small hand to lead the boy away, prompting everyone else to disperse. Hvitserk makes no motion to move, holding Kára firmly in place.

“Why were you with Halfdan today?” Hvitserk asks quickly as the room clears, his grip on her harden. His arms locking her in place on his lap. Her legs could not swing down.

“He was keeping me company while I worked,” her head tilted innocently, “and avoiding his pouting brother,” she smirked shaking her head with a roll of her eyes.

“Did he not have matters to attend to?” Hvitserk’s eyes narrow. She shrugged in response and shifted to rise. He holds her steadfast against his chest. “You can not trust him.” As he takes her chin in hand to look her in the eye. It is the first time Kára has seen Hvitserk serious in any way.

“Why?” she asks as her brow furrows, as her hand slowly sneaks upwards to fiddle with the necklace he always wore.

“Harald may be an ally, but his goal has always been to be King of all Norway,” Hvitserk says as he gaze breaks from hers to scan the now empty hall. “His brother is a most loyal man.”

“A brother's intentions are not always the same,” she says glancing over her shoulder on reflex as he watches the door.

“Perhaps not,” his eyes fall back on hers, a hungry sits there, almost angry? Kára can’t quite put her finger on it. “But I still do not like him being so friendly with you.” Kára blinked owlishly at him. Slowly she starts to grin, sitting up straighter, eyes widening. She realized, he’s jealous.

“Are you jealous of me working with Halfdan?” Kára asks fascinated, Hvitserk huffs and slouches a little lower in his seat making Kára roll towards him, her chest presses to his as his hands keep her body tight against him. Instead, Hvitserk buries into her neck, leaving small bites along her neck. His distraction obvious but not unwelcome.

“Hmmmmm” she moans, “Hvitserk we have to g--” she’s cut off as Hvitserk suck hard just under her ear.  She squeaks, wanting to pull away but only holds on tighter to his shirt. He finally lets go, lick his lips looking at her. His devious gaze holds hunger, and possessiveness under his playfulness.

“You should wear a warm cloak tonight sváss,” running his fingers over where in a few minutes a bright purple hickey would form. “It will be cold.”

“You mean your cloak.” Her eyes narrow, he hums in response taking her mouth in his. Hvitserk is sucking on her bottom lip as Astrid strolls into the hall. An exasperated sigh leaves her lips as she chucks an emerald green dress at the couple making out on the chair, turning heel and heading back to Lagertha’s quarters. Blushing Kára gathers up the dress and makes to rise. Hvitserk holds fast cupping her face, she can feel cloth covering his cut from yesterday, which is now wet. Taking his hand in hers she shakes her head with a sigh.

“You just don’t listen do you?” as she tilts her head with a very unimpressed expression.

“No, sváss” he grins cheekily. “I do not. ” Kára’s brow furrows at Hvitserk’s words.

“I am not sweet.” Hvitserk hums running the tip of his nose up her neck.

“But you taste sweet.” He responds cheekily. Kára cheeks turn a tinge of red, as she gathers up the dress and pulls away from him. Hvitserk drags her back just as she stands moving quickly to take her lips, she swiftly turns her head so his lips land on her cheek. Giving him a playful stink eye she unwinds his arms from her waist rising as she shakes her head walks towards the door whistling for Staðr, she just barely peeks over her shoulder at him before she turns out the door.

Crossing her arms she hugs the dress to her body making her way to change for the evening. As she sunk lower into the bath she smiled, Kára could only think of how warm she felt not from the water but from Hvitserk, after so long did she feel comfortable around a man romantically. She honestly had barely had time when she was in Hedeby, she spent her time taking care of her grandmother after her father and grandfather had passed on. It had taken her a long time to be with a man in general after what had happened to her. But she refused to let it make her small. With Hvitserk, gods she wanted to be devoured by him.

She dressed quickly in the deep forest green dress, tying it tightly with a belt, she carefully braided the front of hair with the fine chains her mother had left her, just as she was taught by her father’s mother. She was finishing lining her eyes with dark kohl when Hvitserk barges through the door without an invitation, his cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“What are you doing?” Kára asks, “we have to go” She straightens her dress and belt looking up.

“Bringing you with me, sváss.” he snags his well-worn clock off the chair and secures it around her shoulders. It matches him, though he is much more princely, with a bigger fur and royal green cloth instead of the faded blue of now her cloak. His fingers skim along her cheek and down her arm, he takes her small hand in his.

“You know you do not have to.”

“That does not matter. I want to.” And Hvitserk all but drags Kára out the door.

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[thatapostateboy]

pride is the one to blame (Benny/Courier)

Part One.  Six goes to the Tops with every intention of killing Benny. But when she finds Yes Man in his suite and discovers his plan, she changes her tune, wanting to work it to her benefit. And if that included having to work with the man who tried to kill her... so be it.

(Read here on Ao3)

The heels of her black boots sounded loudly across the casino floor of the Tops. She had everything she needed to finally see this through. She had risen from her grave, crossed the Mojave, sweet talked her way through every barrier that prevented her from being right here at this moment. She may have been new to this game, but she was learning how to play. Vegas wasn’t like the rest of the desert. If she strolled in here in her leather armour, armed with her biggest gun, she wasn’t going to get within a thousand feet of her target. No, instead she had kitted herself out with a new black dress, complete with a tight fitting blazer and a matching fedora to sit atop her dark waves of hair that she had taken out of its usual messy bun and styled in her new suite in the Lucky 38. As much as anyone could see, she was an unarmed woman looking to drink and gamble. Only she knew about the silenced .22 she had strapped to the inside of her thigh.

It hadn’t taken much to sway Swank to her side, convincing him to turn on his boss and hand over the key to his suite so that she could see to business. She had made her way upstairs, planning to wait there for Benny to arrive a few hours later when she could lay the perfect trap for him then walk away without anyone being any the wiser.

Yet, as she had gone through his belongings, trying to find some more clues about her attempted murderer, she had come across something she hadn’t accounted for. The discovery of Yes Man, and his overeagerness to share Benny’s plans had put a spanner in the works. The Platinum Chip and Benny’s plan were the key to ruling Vegas. It was a prospect she had never considered before. She had done some work for the NCR as she travelled and had thought about taking up a more permanent position with them once her business here was dealt with, but for the short time she had spent in New Vegas, she had felt more at home than anywhere else since she’d woken up in Goodsprings.

But she was no fool. If she wanted to rule Vegas, she knew she couldn’t do it alone.

Which was what had brought her back down to the casino floor, walking straight toward the figure in the all too familiar chequered suit. He was talking to the group of men around him; his guards no doubt. One of them noticed her approach and gave a nod to Benny who turned to see her just as she came to a stop at the bottom of the steps.

“What in the god damn?” his eyes went wide as the realisation dawned on him just who she was. He held up his hands slightly, “Let’s keep this in the groove, hey? Smooth moves, smooth.” She couldn’t help but smile to herself as his eyebrows went up as well, “Hello! That broad everyone saw go in the Lucky 38, that was you? Oh shit.”

“Good to see you too, Benny,” she smiled, “I think you need some pointers on your marksmanship.”

He let out a hard laugh, “I hit what I was aiming for. Can’t blame me if your thick skull couldn’t take it. Or perhaps you just had brains to spare. Either way, baby, this is good news. Maybe I can sleep at night, knowing you didn’t die.”

“Should I be flattered that you lost sleep over little old me?” she quirked an eyebrow at him.

He smirked, “What say you and me cash out, go somewheres more private-like? Any questions you got, I’ll answer. I’ll comp you the Presidential, best suite in the house. Give you a taste of the VIP lifestyle. It’s the least you deserve.” One of his men handed him the key, which he held out to her, “I’ll hang out down here, make sure everything looks all business-as-usual, then I’ll come join you. No doubt you want to test out the Tops hospitality in private.”

She took a step closer, “I plan to enjoy it to its full potential, but first, you promised me some answers. Lose the bodyguards, and we both go to the suite together. Now. Or I walk.”

He met her gaze for a moment as if calculating her motives then gave her a charming smile, “If that’s what it takes to win your trust, that’s what it takes. Follow me.”

He nodded towards the elevator and she fell into step beside him, letting her eyes dart around, sizing up every potential threat. One move from Benny and she knew there would be fifty Chairmen guns pointed at her before she could pull her pistol. She had to be one step ahead of him.

They rode up the elevator in initial silence, sharing an awkward glance as she caught him looking her up and down.

“What?” she snapped her head to look at him.

“Nothing, baby,” he shrugged, an almost satisfied glint to his eyes, “Just wondering if you always come to business meetings with your charlies and your pins on show.”

“Didn’t think you’d appreciate my dusty, beaten up leathers.”

“How sweet of you to worry,” he smiled as the doors slid open and they stepped into the suite. He headed directly for the bar, gesturing for her to take a seat on one of the stools. She did so, watching as he grabbed two glasses, “What can I get you, doll?”

“Whiskey apple sour,” she said without missing a beat.

“Woman after my own heart,” he smirked as he made their drinks, whisking their cocktails up with an almost professional flair. He poured them out, sliding the glass towards her as he took a seat beside her.

She took a sip, giving an impressed hum, “Not bad. Not often a girl gets ice in her drinks.”

“I told you the Ben-Man would show you the VIP treatment,” he reminded her, taking a mouthful of his own before turning his head towards her, “So, I gotta ask; how did you dig your way out of that hole in Goodsprings?”

“It takes more than a couple of bullets to the head to stop me.”

“Yeah, hello,” he said, gesturing at her, “Serves me right for using a 9mm. Not that it matters now. Once you were vertical, how’d you track me down?”

“A girl’s got her ways,” she told him, setting her drink down, “You got a smoke?”

“Sure,” he nodded, pulling a packet of cigarettes out of the inside pocket of his jacket. As he did, she caught a flash of the gun he had tucked away there. He handed her a cigarette, placing one in his own mouth, then began patting his pockets down, cursing under his breath, “Damn it, sorry babe, seems I’ve misplaced my lighter.”

“I got you,” she said, slipping her hand into her own pocket and pulling out his lighter, flicking it and lighting the cigarette that hung loosely from his lips in shock. She lit her own with a smug grin, placing it on the bar, “Seems like you dropped something in Boulder City.”

He took a drag on his cigarette, sighing out of breath of smoke, “And to think I deemed that flintbox my lucky charm. Oh, the irony… I guess that’s enough scratching around at first base. Tell me, which way is the wind gonna blow?”

“You got a lot of explaining to do,” she said.

He nodded, “You got questions, I got answers.”

To his credit, he answered every question she asked. She asked about his plan, about House, about the Chip, and he gave her answers. Not the full answers like she had received from Yes Man, but enough to know that he wasn’t straight lying to her face. She could tell that this was leading to an offer on his end, no doubt a pile of caps to keep her out of the way, maybe even a cut of the profits if his plan worked out, but she had had enough playing around.

“So,” she said, stubbing out her smoke in the ashtray that sat between them, “What does any of this have to do with your secret workshop and the securitron you’ve got in there?”

She watched as he turned to look at her, the expression on his face allowing her to relish in the fact that he had been outplayed.

“You… really weren’t supposed to talk to him,” he said quietly, then let out a sigh, explaining how he had obtained Yes Man, had him reprogrammed, and used him to begin his whole plot to overthrow House. When he was done, a frown crossed his face, “So if you knew my scheme all along, why make me explain it all over again? I’m sure you’ve got better things to be doing with your time.”

“It’s simple, Ben-Man, I want in,” she told him, “You’re right about New Vegas and its need for independence.”

“I can’t imagine you’re offering out of the kindness of your heart, baby, what’s the asking price?”

“When it’s all over, I want a slice of the pie. Not just the caps, which I also want a lot of. I want to run this city.”

“That’s a big ask, baby doll. You’re new around here, ain’t a lot of folks that’ll be happy about some broad strutting in and demanding a chunk of the Strip,” he said.

“Trust me, I’m worth the price I’m asking. I caused quite a stir on my journey here, you know I can hold my own in a fight as well as a board room.”

“So how would this work? You put in the time bringing down House, keeping the NCR and the Legion at bay, and then what; you want a spot in the Chairmen?”

She rose from her seat and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, pouring them a few fingers each into their now empty glasses, leaning against the bar, “Think bigger, Benny baby. I don’t want to muscle in on your little gang. When the smoke clears, and House is gone, I want the Lucky 38.”

“You even got any idea about running a casino, pussycat?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Two months ago I was dug up out of my own grave without a single memory in my head, I didn’t know how to fire a gun or what my own name was, but I made it here. I’m a quick learner,” she bit back, knocking back her whiskey in one burning mouthful.

“Damn, baby, I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” he sighed, and she could have sworn there was a glint of sadness in his gaze. She narrowed her eyes at him then knocked back his drink as well.

“Do we have a deal or not?” she asked, pouring them a shot of whiskey, “You need my help, and I won’t be offering it forever.”

“You really are one crazy broad, you know that?” he laughed softly as he picked up his own glass, holding it up slightly, “I can’t promise you that this will go the way we want, but you hold up your end of the deal, I’ll do everything in my power to hold up mine. Deal?”

She clinked her glass against his, “Deal.”

[legobatron]

Pt. 59: Space is big. Really big.

Another return to form for the episode and the Red Lion is completed.

The final stage of the Red Lion build is constructing the head. Considering how small the head is (about 4x5 studs), it has a lot of detail and really conveys the looks of the Red Lion.

Lance: “Let’s bling this lion out. Babes love sparkly things.” Allura: “I do love something sparkly.”

And with the head in place the Red Lion is finished, with just three pieces left over. Next it’s on to the Green Lion as we go through the back half of season seven!

Lego Batman: “Ooh, sparkly!”

The sixth episode of the season, “The Journey Within", is like the writers of the past season finally showed up, saw the current state of the story, and went “alright, time to fix this!”

The episode starts with the lions traveling on low power through the dark space between galaxies. Shiro then remembers how in the past when the lions were completely de-powered (like in the fight with Zarkon) the paladins were able to band together and recharge them themselves with their team work, determination, and having 3 minutes left in the episode. He theorizes that the lions should normally get their power from their pilots and not from the castle ship like they were doing since season 3. When Lance asks why Shiro didn’t mention this idea sooner, he apply responds “Well, I'm sorry, Lance, but I guess having my consciousness transplanted from the infinity of Voltron's inner Quintessence into the dead body of an evil clone of myself has left me a little out of sorts for the past few weeks."

This realization really feels like the writers going “Why was this even a plot point for half the season?”

The plan to put this theory into action by working on the groups team work, and with a year and a half travel time to earth, they have plenty of time. Yet as the lions enter a particularly dark region of deep space, there’s a massive electric wave the hits the lions and shorts them out completely. On top of this, everyone not in a Paladin armour is somehow frozen in place, and the lions are steadily drifting apart from each other. Allura has the idea to tether all the lions together, yet this involves all the Paladins going EVA to try and push them into proximity. Yet again the electric wave hits them and they all go flying off away from the Lions. They manages to grab each other, but in all the chaos they lose track of the lions and are now completely adrift in deep space.

Lego Batman: “Well, it could be worse.” Hunk: “How?!” Lego Batman: “At least they’re well written.”

Now this is how being stranded in space should be treated, an extreme dire situation with no apparent escape, not where you go for a hike till you meet a space whale. They continue to float, sounding off their names at fixed intervals to stay focused, until suddenly a flock of glowing space birds swarms past them. They try to follow the birds, but as soon as they fire their jet-packs the birds disappear. They float for even longer and Hunk starts rambling about a daydream he had where some new paladin comes along to pilot the yellow lion, this starts an argument about if Hunk wants to leave Voltron and suddenly they find themselves in a pulsing red energy cloud. Keith tries to fly off to attack it, but Hunk grabs his leg and the red distortion disappears, apparently being all in Keith’s head.

After yet more waiting in space even Keith is no longer bothering with the check in routine and everyone are at their wits end. Hunk tries to defuse the situation but it just flares up into a huge argument, with everyone but Hunk shouting their problems with each other. Then they all stop fighting when they see the Earth appear not too far away, they deliriously fly towards it but Hunk notices there’s no moon and no sun. He tries to stop the other from getting closer, but they try to drag him to the earth with them, so he breaks away and manages to summon his Paladin weapon, firing a huge blast at the image of the earth.

Then the earth transforms into a massive Lovecraftian monster. 

It appears that this creature was sending out hallucinations to mess with the Paladins emotions and try to lure them to itself. But now with a common enemy the paladins all team up and are able to summon their weapons, not that they do much good against a gigantic eldritch abomination with infinite teeth. As they are fighting though, the Voltron lions show up and chase the beastie off into deep space. The paladins get back into their lions just in time for another electric wave to attack, and now that they are charged up on teamwork, willpower, and 3 minutes left of the episode, they form Voltron.

They fly Voltron right into the center of the wave and lock in all their Paladin weapons, forming a giant pair of rocket booster wings that blast them right through to the wave. This some how plants them right on the far side of deep space and within view of the milky-way galaxy. With 90% of their trip some how skipped, they blast off towards earth and the series is finally back on track!

[datasfaveslampoem]

A bad fan fic

Anyway, last night I said I’d post a bad AOS fan fic I wrote when I was 15. It’s under the break. Be warned though, this is genuinely really bad.

“Captain’s log, stardate 2259.76.

“The Enterprise is on its last day of patrolling the Romulan Neutral Zone. I’m looking forward to R&R on Starbase Twelve in three days time.”

 There was a relaxed atmosphere on the Bridge of the Enterprise. However, it was over in a moment.

“Captain, two Romulan ships decloaking directly ahead,” Ensign Chekov said as two large ships appeared on the viewscreen.

Kirk stood up dramatically. “Hail them,” he said, waving a finger vaguely.

“They’re coming onscreen,” Uhura said.

A Romulan came on the viewscreen. He was a man with a bowl cut and a v-shaped ridge on his forehead. His face was heavy and grim.

“This is Commander Tarkin of the Romulan Star Empire,” he said. “You are now entering Romulan space. Remove yourselves or be destroyed.”

“Commander, under the Romulan Neutral Zone treaty, this is our territory,” Kirk said.

Commander Tarkin went offscreen.

“They’re firing phasers,” Sulu said.

“Red alert,” Kirk said. “Raise shields and brace for impact.”

A red alert siren went off in the background. Suddenly, everyone flew around as some disrupter fire hit the Enterprise. Kirk was knocked back into his chair. He tried standing up again, but then sat back down.

“Captain!” Spock exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine babe,” Kirk said. Spock almost smiled.

“But Sulu, my man,” Kirk continued. “Lieutenant Sulu, evasive action delta four.”

“Aye sir,” Sulu said. “Evasive action delta four.”

“Fire phasers when ready,” Kirk said.

“Firing phasers.”

On the viewscreen, several bursts of phaser fire were hitting the Romulan warbirds. The Romulan ships continued to fire their disrupters, but many of their hits missed the Enterprise. The Starfleet ship had the greatest defense of them all: a thick set of plot armour.

Suddenly, one of the Romulan warbirds fired its plasma weapon.

“What the fuck’s that?” Kirk asked.

“Some kind of torpedo,” Chekov said. “I’m engaging full impulse.”

The Enterprise shifted left. The plasma torpedo still came ever closer to the ship.

“Sensors indicate it could be some kind of plasma weapon,” Spock said. “It appears to lose potency the further it travels.”

“Can we outrun it?”

The plasma weapon hit the Enterprise.

“Not that time,” Sulu said. “Shields down to twenty-three percent.”

“Fuck,” Kirk said. “Alright, fire a full spread of torpedoes. Get ‘em.”

“Aye sir, firing torpedoes.”

The Enterprise fired a full spread of photon torpedoes. They hit the Romulan warbirds directly on the shields. This didn’t matter though as both warbirds fired their plasma torpedoes back.

“Full speed ahead,” Kirk said. “Give us warp one.”

“Aye captain,” Chekov said. “Full speed, preparing for warp.”

The first of the plasma torpedoes hit. Consoles burst all over the bridge; sending smoke and sparks all over the place. ‘Twas chaos.

“Shields are down,” Sulu said.

“Can we still get to warp?” Kirk shouted over the exploding consoles.

The second plasma torpedo hit. The Enterprise was shaking up and down like it was the kid on the bed in The Exorcist.

“No,” Chekov said. “Engines are down.” He paused for a moment and then shouted, “Sir, we’re getting reports that the Romulans are beaming in all over

“Sir, Commander Tarkin is hailing us again,” Uhura said.

Kirk rolled his eyes. “Fucking alright, okay?” he said. “I get it. He’s taken the Enterprise and he wants to gloat.”

“Sir, I don’t think he’s gonna let you ignore him.”

“Alright, put him up.”

Tarkin appeared on the viewscreen.  “My soldiers have taken over your ship, Captain, and now we’re going to drag you back to Romulus,” he said. “And believe me, my soldiers won’t mind killing you or your crew in the process. I’d suggest you cooperate.”

“Fuck you, Commander,” Kirk said. He signaled for Uhura to take him off the viewer. A moment later, he was gone.

“Engineering reports being taken by the Romulans,” Uhura said. “So does Sickbay. Hold on, sir, all the main sections report being taken by the Romulans.”

“Lieutenant, are we the only place on this ship not taken by the Romulans?”

“Reports indicate so, sir.”

At that point, two Romulans stormed onto the bridge with their disruptors drawn.

“You will set course for Romulus,” the lead Romulan said.

Kirk nodded. Chekov and Sulu set a course and engaged it.

The lead Romulan walked up to Spock. “Commander Tarkin wants an audience with you, Vulcan,” he said. “He will be beaming over within the hour.”

Spock looked at Kirk.

“Sorry babe,” Kirk said. “I think you’re gonna have to deal with him.”

“Will the Commander be expecting anything resembling the human custom known as a gobby?” Spock asked.

“A gobby?” the Romulan replied.

“Trust me, he’s good at them,” Kirk said. “I know. But Mister Spock, if Tarkin’s a gentleman, he won’t ask you for that straight away.”

“Captain, Engineering reports two fatalities in their section,” Uhura reported. “Two ensigns tried to overpower a Romulan centurion.”

“Lieutenant, tell all decks not to resist the Romulans until further notice,” Kirk said.

 Half an hour later, Spock stood in the Enterprise’s briefing room. Commander Tarkin was on the other side of the table. The Romulan Commander had offered Spock a very alcoholic drink of Romulan extraction, but Spock had refused.

“You fascinate me, Vulcan,” Tarkin said. “Are you aware you’re the only one of your kind on the Enterprise?”

“I am aware,” Spock said.

Tarkin turned dramatically and looked Spock directly in the eye. “And your affair with the communications officer, Lieutenant Uhura?” he inquired. “Do you not think it strange?”

“The only strange thing here is that you think Uhura is the one I’m with,” Spock said. “Everyone knows Kirk’s my one true love. But no, it’s not so strange to be with a human. Rare, perhaps, but not strange. You forget that I myself am half human.”

“But you’re also half Vulcan,” Tarkin said. “You certainly act like one.”

“Through choice, Commander. My Vulcan side has always been dominant.”

“Mister Spock, on Romulus, you would be treated like scum for being a half breed.”

“To be treated differently on the basis of being of differing parentage is most illogical.”

“Is it? Can a half human, half Vulcan be held to the same standards as one of pure blood? Of pure lineage, undivided loyalties?”

“One can only be expected to the best of their abilities, Commander. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“The Senate has provided very specific standards as to what is to be expected of a Romulan soldier. Are you telling me the Federation has no such standards for Starfleet officers?”

“If you speak of the duties a Starfleet officer is expected to perform, the Federation has such standards.”

“I meant a sharp intelligence rise in a matter of months,” Tarkin said. “The result of genetic engineering.”

Spock raised his eyebrow. “Commander, genetic engineering has been illegal on most Federation worlds for over a century.”

Tarkin took a sip of his drink, and then another. He then nodded. “Yes, of course. You don’t want the best of the best for Starfleet; you don’t see yourselves as soldiers. That’s why when the new war comes, we will conquer you all.”

“Many officers already have high IQs on joining the Academy, Commander, and it does provide a large amount of physical training.”

“A mass injustice, Mister Spock. You could be so much more powerful if you’d just engineer your officers.”

“I’m forced to wonder if such a policy is truly ethical. How would one properly judge a person’s abilities if everyone is engineered?”

“Yes, I suppose. You’ve given me much to think about, Mister Spock. Fuck off back to your quarters or something, yeah?”

And so Spock left.

 Captain Kirk was in his quarters when he heard Spock’s recount of his encounter with Tarkin. McCoy was there too, and gave the Vulcan a grim look.

“Damn it, Spock, I’m a doctor, not a detective!” McCoy said. “What’s genetic engineering got to do with this?”

“Doctor, genetic engineering may be the source of the Romulans’ sense of universal superiority,” Spock said. “Whatever real gains they might have in speed and strength could be lost if they don’t see us as an actual threat.”

“Spock, could we use this to our advantage to retake the Enterprise?” Kirk asked.

“Their overconfidence could allow us to cause a distraction,” Spock replied. “A very temporary distraction.”

“You pointy eared bastard! You’re not seriously suggesting a full on assault?” McCoy said.

“I was thinking more of a surgical strike.”

Kirk smiled and interlaced his fingers. “I want you to provide this distraction in the next few hours. Do you think that’s possible, darling?”

“Yes sir,” Spock said.

 One hour and forty-five minutes later, Spock entered the briefing room again. Tarkin was still there, now drunker than ever before. Spock sat down and poured himself a drink.

“So you’ve come back, Mister Spock,” Tarkin said. “And I see you’re being more fun this time, yeah?”

“Indeed,” Mister Spock said, taking a sip of the drink. “I found myself fascinated by your mention of military grade genetic engineering. Such things have not been practiced on Vulcan for many hundreds of years.”

“Of course they haven’t,” Tarkin said. “We’re the offshoot who liked that stuff, aren’t we?”

“Perhaps you could tell me more about it,” Spock said. “The science behind it must be quite interesting, and I am a scientist.”

“That’s classified information, Vulcan,” Tarkin said.

“I doubt I’ll be able to write a report about it to Starfleet,” Spock replied.

Tarkin skulled the rest of his drink. “Fuck it, why not?” he said. “But you better not tell anyone, alright?”

 Kirk and Scotty entered main engineering fifteen minutes later. Their phasers were drawn. The chief shot two guards as he approached a systems monitor.

“I’m taking the impulse engines offline, Captain,” Scotty said. “We’ll be dead in the water before we even enter the Neutral Zone.”

Kirk shot a Romulan who entered a nearby corridor. “Inform Lieutenant Uhura,” Kirk said.

 Tarkin stumbled onto the bridge. “Report!” he screamed.

“The impulse engines have gone offline, Commander!” a Romulan centurion replied.

“Signal the warbirds,” he said. “Tell them to double back and guard us.”

Spock now entered the bridge.

“You did this, didn’t you?” Tarkin said.

“That’s a most illogical assumption,” Spock said. “I’ve been drinking with you for the last twenty minutes.”

Sulu and Chekov entered the bridge with their phasers drawn. The moment the turbolift doors closed behind them, they opened fire.

Tarkin reached for his disruptor, turning his back to Spock. The Vulcan took the opportunity and nerve pinched the Romulan Commander.

Chekov pressed the intercom. “Captain, the Bridge is secure,” he said.

“Very good,” Kirk replied. “Place the Commander under arrest and set a course for Starbase Twelve. Signal any nearby Starfleet ships for assistance.” He paused for a moment and said, “Sulu, my man, go to red alert as well, yeah?”

The Starfleet crew started mashing buttons. The red alert klaxons went off as the Enterprise reentered impulse speed.

Captain Kirk entered the bridge and took his chair.

“The Romulan warbirds are closing fast,” Sulu said.

“Do we have warp speed again?”

“No sir, not for another three hours.”

Chekov pointed at something dropping out of warp on the screen. “Look sir, the fleet’s come,” he said.

Indeed, it was the fleet. Four ships had dropped out of warp and had opened fire on the warbirds.

“The warbirds are backing off,” Sulu said.

“Incoming message from the Farragut, sir,” Spock said. “They’re saying they’ll drag us to starbase.”

“Send them our thanks, Mister Spock.”

[http-jojo-blog]

Needed Him

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning/s: Pure sadness, dark, mentions of blood, anxiety and depression.

AN: Hey, so this is my first imagine/oneshot on here, i usually use Wattpad for writing and this one shot has already been published in my Peter Parker imagines book (user is lgbtmarvel), so i’m sorry if you have already this, but i’m curious to see how this goes on here, but despite that, enjoy. 

Plot: Y/N and Peter are dating and are both Avengers, one day the whole team is assigned to do a mission, but some terrible goes wrong, how will the team handle it, but most importantly, how will Y/N?

(Not my gif, cred goes to the creator.)

"Miss L/N and Mr Par- oh."

"Vision! What have we all told you about using doors? Use them!" You huffed in annoyance as Peter rubbed his head with a frown on his face.

The two of you were making out before Vision interrupted, Peter had jumped off of you, smacked his head on your bedside table and fell onto the floor.

"I'm sorry, but Mr Stark said to come and get you both, there is a meeting." He informed you two as your faces cooled down.

"We'll be there in a minute. Thanks, Vis." Peter said, getting up from your wooden floor and sitting on your bed.

"Remind me again why Vision doesn't use doors?"

"Cause he forgets they're there and doesn't understand what privacy is, apparently."

You got up from your bed and grabbed your phone and pocket knife. "Come on then Spidey." You said to Peter as you held out your hand to him.

He took it and got up from your bed, groaning at the loss of comfort. The two of you made your way down to the meeting room and slipped in just as Steve started shutting the doors.

You took your seats and started to fiddle with your holographic knife. You had always been a sucker for a cool knife.

Tony and Steve were stood up front explaining the mission, it was definitely going to be a tough one. Everyone was needed.

"The facility we are breaking into is still heavily guarded by HYDRA agents, so stand ready at all times. Sam and I will take the skies to make sure no one interrupts our mission, we don't want surprise guests. Steve, Bucky, Peter and Wanda will take the west side of the building whilst Y/N, Scott, Vision and Nat will take the East side. Clint, Bruce and Thor take the rest of the building, is that clear?" Tony instructs, you all nod and a few 'yes's are mumbled here and there.

"We are going to need everybody to focus on this mission, we can't risk anybody being hurt. If anyone is down, you ask Tony or Sam for help through the coms. We need them files and documents, they hold important information that Tony and I need. Once one of you guys have it, you are to immediately report it through the coms and everybody is to evacuate to the helipad." Steve added.

Everybody nodded, "suit up." Steve finished and everybody got up from their chairs and left the room.

You waited for Peter by the door and looked at him with worry in your eyes, "it'll be okay." He said as you both headed to your rooms.

Peter dropped you off at yours and left you to change and get ready. You pulled off your pyjamas and got your combat suit from under your bed, your suit was a lot like Nat's.

It was black with electric blue stripes that outlined your figure, it left you a bit of cleavage but your were still working on making it a higher neck.

It complimented you in all the right places and had extra padding in the torso area just as extra protection. You grabbed your gun holsters and strapped them tightly around your thighs.

Making sure your gun was loaded you placed them in their sleeves and put extra ammunition in with them. You strapped your utility belt around your waist and pulled out your best knives, tucking them into their sleeves as well.

You clipped the gun holsters to your utility belt for security and slipped on your knee-high boots. You zipped them up and a soft knock was sounded at your door.

"Come in." You called out, Peter walked in as you tipped your hair over your head.

"Are you almost ready?" He asked, you gathered all your hair up into a messy pony tail and pulled it tight as you looked at Peter.

He was in his Spiderman suit, the mask off as you looked into his brown eyes. They always made you feel safe.

But you couldn't shrug off the bad feeling you had in the pit of your stomach.

"Yeah. I'm ready." You breathed out, smiling at him as his eyes took in your figure. His eyes tracing every curve, your thighs, hips, waist, ass, boobs. You raised a brow and cleared your throat.

"Peter? Come on, let's go meet the others." You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the elevator.

"I'm sorry baby, it's just you never fail to leave me speechless in that suit." He says as he pulls you close to him.

"And you always leave me speechless when you're in your suit." You smirked as his lips started to attack your neck is small licks and kisses.

"Babe, not now." You moaned out as his hands held your hips. He pulled away from your neck and pecked your lips.

"Later?" He asked with a smirk and big eyes.

"Later." You agreed.

He let go of your hips and held your hand instead as the elevator doors opened, sending a chilly breeze your way as you stepped out onto the roof.

The Avengers were waiting for you as you made your way over to the helipad.

You climbed into the Quinjet and sat down next to Bucky, Peter on the opposite side next to Steve.

You sucked in a deep breath and closed your eyes, you then felt a reassuring hand on your knee and opened your eyes again, seeing Bucky's flesh hand squeezing your knee.

You looked up at him and he gave you a smile, "it'll be okay." He said.

You simply nodded and he removed his hand, Bucky had always been protective of you, you saw him as a father figure and he definitely treated you like you were his.

You swallowed your nerves down and mentally prepared yourself for the mission. It was going to be a long one.

— Time Skip.

The mission was going well on your side, agents were being handled left, right and centre.

You were currently in hand to hand combat with a soldier way older than you, he had cut your leg and your arm with his knives but you were too good for him.

He had your back pressed against his chest as his knife was held against your throat, you swiftly and quickly grabbed your gun and shot him in the stomach, making him let you go.

You then shot him in the skull, just in time to swing your knife around and stab someone behind you in the neck.

Yanking your knife from their throat you placed your gun back in the holster, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

"Good job Y/N." Nat winked at you as you rejoined your team.

Your pretended to curtsey and smirked, "why, thank you. I learned from the best."

She smiled as you, herself, Scott and Vision carried on through the East side of the building.

More agents were coming your way, but this time with guns. You yanked both guns out of their holsters and begun shooting, many agents going down in less than a minute.

The four of you fought them all off and a crackle sounded through your com, it must've happened to everyone else's because all of you stopped in your tracks. Someone was saying something.

"Parker is down! He was shot three times in the chest, he's still breathing and awake but we need you Stark or Wilson. Just somebody come to us!" Bucky yelled through the com.

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

The room you were in started to spin.

Peter had been shot three times.

You instantly started to run, despite Scott shouting out for you. You sprinted down endless corridors until you reached the West side.

You immediately found Wanda and ran into the room where Peter, Steve and Bucky were.

"Pete!" You gasped out. His mask was off and he was as pale as anything, his head was in Steve's lap as Bucky tended to the bullet wounds along with Bruce and Clint.

Blood was everywhere, his suit soaked with it along with a pool of it beneath him. His eyes met yours and you placed a shaky hand over your mouth.

"W-what the h-hell happened?" You choked out as your eyes stung with fresh tears. You dropped to your knees beside him and gently pulled his head from Steve's lap and into yours.

You ran your fingers through his hair as tears rolled down yours and his cheeks. "I-i was d-distracted. Didn't see the-the agent behind." He hissed in pain, causing himself to cough, his mouth filled with blood and he spat it out.

"You're such an idiot. A-a stupid fucking idiot. You know that, Peter?" You managed to laugh through the hot tears that were tumbling down your face.

You completely ignored everybody else in the room, pretending it was just the two of you. He cracked a smile at you and it quickly turned into a smirk.

"Yeah- i know, but i'm your i-idiot."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile playing on your lips. He started to cough again and his smile dropped, his eyes were drooping and you knew he wasn't going to make it.

If you moved him, the bullets could do more damage. But if you didn't get him to the jet, he wouldn't make it.

"I'm so tired, sweetheart." He mumbled, struggling to stay awake.

Your heart broke and a sob was making your throat ache as you tried to hold it in, "n-no, baby, you need to st-stay awake. Okay? Don't close them g-gorgeous eyes of yours. Please." You cried out.

"But darling-"

"No Peter- you h-have to stay awake. Keep your eyes open." You instructed.

It was hard for him, his eyes would shut every now and then, but he really was trying to stay awake.

You looked to the material Clint, Bruce and Bucky were holding against his wounds and saw them completely soaked in blood.

You looked around at everyone else and saw that Tony was now out of his armour and was at Peter's side, holding his hand as tears ran down his face too.

You kept playing with his hair, his brown curls felt soft between your fingers, you were too scared to let go of him.

You swallowed thickly and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "you're going to be alright, Peter. I'll make sure of that. I-i can't lose you. Not now. Not ever." You sniffled, he looked at you, his eyes wide open as he saw the many tears on your cheeks.

He managed to lift a hand up, despite the pain taking over his body, and wiped them away. You instinctively nuzzled into his hand, and pressed your lips against his in a salty, passionate kiss.

He kissed back with all the strength he could muster up, and your lips danced perfectly in sync, you were too scared to pull away.

Eventually, he had to pull away. His hand fell from your face and onto the floor beside him, but he was still awake, you sniffled as you watched his eyes become hooded and even droopier than before.

"Y/N..." he mumbled, his voice raspy as it started to trail off into a whisper.

"No- please." You sobbed, his heart broke into a million pieces every time he saw you cry, but he had never seen you like this.

So broken and distraught.

And lost.

His body started to go numb, the pain was fading and his eyes became heavy, too heavy to stay open.

But with one last smile, he looked up at you, straight into your beautiful E/C eyes, and whispered, "i love you."

He took one last breath, his body going limp and his eyes closing.

He was gone.

A sob ripped through your body as you hugged him tightly, never ending tears spilled onto your face, rolling down your cheeks and neck, soaking every last bit of your skin.

Clint, Bruce, Bucky and Tony all stood up, their heads low and everyone stood around the two of you.

Your whole body was shaking, violent, heart wrenching sobs leaving your lips and echoing around the now empty facility.

"No! C-come on Peter, w-wake up. Open your eyes. P-please. I need you. I love you. Co-come back to me Pete." You sobbed, looking down at him and stroking his pale face.

"Please don't leave me." You choked out, your throat already sore and aching from your crying, everyone's heart around you had completely broken in half at the scene before them.

You rocked Peter's body in your arms, whispering "i love you" over and over again whilst pressing kisses to his forehead, your body was numb. Completely numb.

Until you felt a pair of strong arms around you, looking away from Peter's face you met with Bucky's icy blue eyes, which were filled with tears ready to slip.

He sniffled and the first tear dropped, "i'm sorry doll." He whispered, your eyes were so empty now. They held no emotion, except grief and sadness.

And a hint of desperation.

"I loved him. And n-now he's gone." You whispered in disbelief.

You looked back down at your boyfriend and held him closer to you, "i'm so sorry." You wept as Bucky pulled you away from his body.

He picked you up in his arms and you let him carry you to the jet, letting out your sobs and screams into his chest.

He put you down on one of the benches in the jet and pulled you into his chest again, holding you tightly as you ended up crying to sleep.

— Two Months Later.

Two months.

Two solid months had passed without Peter.

You were back at school, despite your pleadings to Bucky and Tony to never send you back.

It was horrible to see you completely break down, but they knew they had to try and steer you back into your normal every day life.

You took Peter's death horribly, as soon as you were back in the tower, you shut yourself away in your room. You refused to see anyone, not even Bucky.

You didn't leave your room for a month, not at all. The only time's you saw anyone was when they came in to give you food and drink and to check up on you.

You made yourself incredibly sick and you were diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression.

You knew Peter wouldn't have wanted you like that, but you couldn't help it. You felt so lost and empty that you pushed everyone away and locked yourself up.

You were alone at school, you never said anything, you sat alone at lunch, in class and during free period's.

You wore one of Peter's jumpers, his favourite one, you never took it off, only for it to be washed and never had the hood down.

Your eyes weren't bright and colourful like they used to be. Instead, they were constantly puffy and red, and they had turned grey.

You hid yourself away from the world and everything on it.

You needed him.

[hunbomb]

knight!mark

hmmm ok so i love this plot i just had to write about it as fast as i could

its for a lovely anon yep yuppidily doO sORRY ITS BEEN IN MY ASK BOX FOR SO LONG AND I NEVER MADe IT SSHGGG

- aight so ever since mark was young, he trained to become the best knight in all the land

- he learned about his enemies and he’s friends

- he always trained with his pals

- they called themselves 

- “the dream knights”

- lame name ik 

- “yO JENO CAN WE CHANGE THE NAME ITS FUCKING LAME”

- “fucking lame??!?!//? is that how you disrespect me?!??!/@ your amazing friend??!?/2/1/”

- honestly jeno gets shook everytime

- ANYWAY

- marks knight legion thing has always been your legion enemy

- y'all have been fighting since the beginning 

-  mark didn't really know who you were

- until that fateful day

- you were seeking around his land

- and he found you on his way to the washroom

- “jfc all i wanted to do was pee in peace”

- you guys had a sword duel

- and you won 

- so ever since then, he’s been training EXTRA hard to fight you and beat you

- when y'all attack again, he goes out to find you

- he see’s you settling renjun and low-key gets jealous cause

- he trained just to fight you and now renjuns fighting you??

- as he’s watching, he realizes how good you look

- not just when you're fighting, but in general

- ofc u beat renjun

- so u turn around to see mark standing right behind you with his lips slightly parted

- HIGHKEY HE LOOKED HELLA ATTRACTIVE

- y'all start fighting

- and like

- u guys aren't even trying

- ur just getting lost in each others eyes during the battle

- tbh he literally gives up

- “eYY wanna ditch?”

- no- we’re literally- jfc we r literally in the middle of a fight r u dumb” - u

- honestly mark 

- but u decide to ditch anyway cause like, its mark amirite

- aight so y'all ditch

- and it becomes annual

- like evrytime ur legions fight, u guys ditch

- lmAO thE drEAm tEaM fOunD ouT

- “moorK?!? is that y/n!???1 oUR enEMy!@?!? ooOooo I'm telling taeyong”

- “don't YOU DA Re”

- its gucci tho

- lol but the dreamies told taeyonG

- but did he care??? no not really actually 

- anyway

- so like u guys meet up a lot LIKE 

- hella everyday

- and u guys have like deep ass convos 

- “why are we enemies”

- “bc like 678 years ago ur legion stole bread from ours”

- lol truth

- onE dAy 

- you guys were having another deep ass convo a the just

- pecks???your???lips???

- YOUR FACES WERE SO RED KAMSOSKOSK

- AND LIKE YOU GUYS COVERED YOUR MOUTHS N SQUEALED 

- que marks cute lil giggle

- mark giggling = you giggling

- “giGGle”

- SO THAT WAS THE START OF UR SECRET RELATIONSHIP

- yOU GUYS SNUCK OUT EVERY NIGHT AND FELL ASLEEP LOOKING AT THE STARS

- AND DURING BATTLES YLAL WOULDTN EVEN LAY A FINGER ON EACHOTHER

- JUST LIKE DITCH FOR 4674874874 HOURS

- he like always pecks ur cheeks

- n it makes u blush

- he also compliments u a lot

- “wow ur so good!”

- “ye cause I'm better than u”

- mark silently cries at night

- u guys always compare like gear and stuff

- who has the better sword

- who has the better armour

- lmao u always have the better shit tho

- N AFTER 4 MONTH BOTH OF UR LEGION LEADERS KNEW

- but didn't rly care

-”ahhh young love”

- lolol 

- you guys like ended the 678 year war

- not rly

- but kind of cause your leaders didn't really care much

- “if they’re in love, then whats the point? we can't break them up”

- so like no more figHts but there r still a lot of grudges

- like the dreamy with mark not telling them for 4 months

- so

- in conclusion, mark is a babe and djdjskjksjksjskjsk 

YO THIS IS SO BAD ITS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG AN DI JUST FINISHED IT AND DBHDJHDHJSHJS SORRY