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lovelypale · 3 years

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Teacher!Rengoku x Student!GN Reader

nsfw teacher!rengoku x student!reader? 🥺

I got you boo! Ask box is being funky so I hope you see this! This started as hc’s and now it’s??? Hope you’re cool with it anyway haha.

18+ up guys!

Warnings: Reader is 18 but he liked them before so vaguely underage for 2 seconds, sketchy themes.

Just getting something straight: he wouldn't be the one to boldly make a move on you. He actually prays that nothing ever occurs between the two of you, because he knows his resistance is getting weaker.

You would have to be the one to push him, and it wouldn't be easy at first either. He'll ignore all your attempts. Even if you admitted your feelings honestly he'd find a way to purposely misunderstand you if not straight up reject.

He's ashamed to admit that his feelings for you started when you were his class. You were younger than you are now, still naïve and cheerful. You had a way of always grabbing his attention. You worked diligently, took good notes, and tried to be as active in class discussions as you could be. It was admirable.

In his admiration, a thought floated by, a simple one about your looks. The way you strained yourself when you were trying to raise your hand higher than your peers. It made his heart stir. He tried to dismiss it but it haunted him.

He was relieved that you had graduated to the next grade, but you weren't happy at all. You joined a club he sponsored, and you excelled at it. For a while he was good at pretending, acting like your hugs, compliments and body didn't make him see stars. As you grew it only worsened. Now that you were 18 his desires had hit a peak.

The first sexual experience would probably happen after a club meeting. You would often stay behind to help him clean balled up paper, silly string, various other items from simulated battles. Usually he would curtly thank you and take off, but you've been able to keep him around longer lately.

"Rengoku-sensei!"

"Yes?" He turned to look at you with his usual beaming smile.

"My feelings for you haven't faded."

He gave a hearty laugh, causing your serious expression to waver. "It doesn't have to, but I am your Teacher y/n so I can't further this conversation with you."

His usual response.

You stood from your spot and approached him, the closest you've ever been. "You didn't say those feelings weren't returned, just that they were unprofessional."

He couldn’t laugh his way out of this one. The air felt heavy in the classroom. He's taken too long to answer you, the answer was obvious. As long as he didn't say it, he could pretend it wasn't true. "You're correct."

You closed the gap and looked into his eyes. He wanted to move away from you but he couldn't. He couldn't push you away, couldn't move away from your kiss, he couldn’t stop you. He didn't want to stop you, he should, but your grinding was a tragedy he couldn't deny.

You didn't want him to touch you yet; you wanted to convince him that you could be good, that you were serious about being with him. You fell to your knees and began unbuckling his pants. "Thank you Sensei."

The first time he treated you like glass. He was scared to hold you while you sucked his dick. You looked up at him with that same pleading look that drove him crazy, that look that you would do anything to satisfy him. The way you moved up and down him was too good. Your warm mouth slid off him with a pop, lips smooth from the moisture, you had tears in your eyes from all your efforts. Your hand continued to stroke him until completion, thick cum pumped out of him in beads that you eagerly licker. You looked up at him with a smile, your voice coming out with a shake, "Did I do good?"

The gravity of the situation hit him. His previous student, a current student, just gave him a blowjob in a classroom after hours. He used your mouth inappropriately, but God if you didn't look good doing it. "You did amazing."

The threshold had been passed. If he was going to do this he was going to treat you better than fucking you in some classroom.

You clearly couldn't go home, and he couldn't take you to his out of fear that his brother might recognize you. For all the fervor you had in the classroom, you became very timid.

You confessed that it was your first time, and his thoughts went haywire. He knew better than to get ahead of himself, and instead took it slowly. He wanted to make sure you felt good and safe.

Good isn't enough to describe what you felt. His mouth was heavenly, enough to make you cover your mouth in shame of all the noises you were making. His movements were so vulgar against your sex, he was very clearly experienced. You couldn't imagine that the man between your legs was just your teacher a few hours ago.

His praises would help your pain as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. He loved cooing such soft things to you as you groaned from all the pressure. As usual, your persistence was admirable.

Whenever it seemed like you were overwhelmed he would lock a free hand in yours and check to see if you were okay. It made you melt.

He liked holding you down through your orgasms. Not in an aggressive way, just enough to prevent you from hiding yourself. He wants to see every expression, hear every gasp, and feel every twitch.

He doesn't let himself come until you're spent. Only then does he feel like he's earned the right to release. Despite his usual demeanor, he's not loud in bed besides his grunts. However, he couldn't help moaning your name as he came.

From that day on you two developed an odd relationship. You two saw each other so much that the hotel room felt more like home than either of your homes.

He’s not a fan of fucking at school but he's done it before. You sent him some very revealing photos in the restroom. So he canceled the entirety of the club meeting after school just to pound you silly.

Sometimes you two get to it so quickly that neither of your uniforms properly come off. He'd never admit it but his own guilt turns him on. Seeing your poor outfit that he shouldn't be ruining in disarray gets him so excited.

He definitely loves you and he's scared that all the sex gives you the wrong impression about the relationship. He tries to say that he loves you often to quell his own fears.

Lucky for him, you do genuinely love him. The morality of the situation isn't solid, but you don't plan on disappearing from his life any time soon.

Whether or not that happens only time will tell, but at least in the moment, you two are satisfied with each other.

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reapers-carino · 4 years

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You’re back! Can I request Sigma and fem S/O relaxing in each other’s arms either after a mission or after he gets out of talon. maybe a little angst and maybe a lot of fluff

Siebren had been stolen from you.

You both were astrophysicists that worked as co-researchers at The Hague, the classic story of colleagues turning into close companions and then clumsily and casually falling into love. Your relationship wasn’t like the vids, however. No, it was...comfortable. Eccentric. Full of excited hypotheses or bickering on theories, debating on what experiments you should run next, late nights at the lab together morphing into slow dancing and takeout while systems tested and calculated. You gently prodded the man to sleep at your apartment and not the in his office on a cot, coyly explaining at the time a well rested scientist ran much better work…and you had a California king. He relinquished soon enough. It had taken a while for your fellow researchers and lab assistants to find out; you nor Siebren flashy or loud about relationships, preferring a brief kiss on the cheek and hand holding to speak as loud as an official declaration. Once the news had swept through the lab, several of your colleagues joked that you had pulled the older man into your orbit, Siebren always answering back affectionately that it may be true because ‘you shined as bright as Sirius’. It still made a hot blush burn up your face and down your chest when you thought about it; the way he unabashedly showered you in love and affection constantly renewing the butterflies you had felt when you first fell into love with the man.

The day Siebren had made his breakthrough, the two of you had been cuddling in bed, the near seven foot tall man completely wrapped around you, you both enjoying the feel of each others skin after a shared post-coital shower. Quiet classical music played from the speakers as you had cuddled further back into the man, the hum of his voice like a purr against your back as his hands idly did mental calculations on your thigh, skin tingling at his gentle touching. You felt him pause, head tilting up to ask him if he was stuck and needed to talk it out but the man had gone stock still before briskly sitting up and speedily going through the solution to successfully subvert the universe’s pull on gravity so that it could be harnessed. Your brow had furrowed as you went over what he had said, calculations flying through your own mind before your eyes had widened and you threw yourself at the man. You kissed him and called him brilliant and then demanded he immediately write all of that down. From there it was a whirlwind of gaining government grants to approvals for him to study at the International Space Station until the day it came for him to say goodbye. He had pressed kisses against the top of your head, your temples, your cheeks and chin and nose before ever getting to your lips, promising to video call you as soon as he had made it and every night after that.

And he had been a man of his word. The two of you would talk every night for at least an hour although often more, recording the calls so you both could go over notes or suggestions or calculations the other gave or just to hear one anothers’ voices when the distance became too much. The night of the final test, Siebren had set up his camera as he always had, excitedly notating out loud every step he was going through so that the moment could both be recorded and all steps captured could be formally notated. You giddily watched on the holo-screen at home, dressed in one of his sleeping shirts and holding a data-pad to make any notes that weren’t directly stated. You remembered how your heart had swelled with pride and excitement, knowing he would soon be back on Earth and in your arms and celebrated for the greatest breakthrough in astrophysics since the discovery of Proxima b.

Both of your eyes grew with wonder as the field he had perfected began to form a black hole, tears welling up in your eyes as the ball of pure black pulsated calmly. Siebren’s eyes briefly lifted to yours before dropping back down, a slow smile of amazement growing on his face as his fingers undulated, the black hole responding in turn. Tears burned in your eyes as he began to laugh, describing out loud the pressure he could feel pressing back but with a turn of the hand the field was able to contain it and pull it back. Minutes felt like eons as you watched Siebren manipulate the black hole, twisting and turning and growing and shrinking the orb until his brow furrowed hard. Electric began to crackle near the base of the containment field before Siebren began to yell worriedly.

‘Density! Mass! Momentum! It is too much to hold onto!’

‘This is wrong! The field is failing!’

You screamed for him as you watched the orb pulsate then split, panic settling in as objects around the room began to lift and fall around Siebren, the man’s voice rapidly switching between yelling and babbling in Dutch and English and Swedish and German. Devices that weighed several tonnes began to float in the air as if they were as light as feathers, listing left and right behind the man as his scream got louder and softer. Hands shaking you watched helplessly as whatever the camera was attached to became undone and started to float, Siebren going still before his eyes lifted to the screen and locked with your eyes.

‘Mijn universum’

Sound cut from Siebren’s side, the camera still recording as objects kept rising and falling, only stopping when it appeared security ran in and grabbed the man. All you saw before the connection was cut was Siebren’s lab bathed in emergency lights, everything that had once been floating falling unceremoniously to the ground with something crushing the camera. With your heart slamming in your chest you called the emergency line given to families, explaining to them what you had seen, even sending them the recording that you had of that night. They placated you with saying the man was undergoing treatment for injuries sustained during the experiment, refusing to show him to you or give you any detail of what actually was wrong before pronouncing he had succumbed to his wounds. You refused to believe it, remembering how the man had looked when you had last seen him; uninjured but confused, rambling but still physically sound. You tried showing the video to anyone who would watch, refusing to believe the official reports of his death but you were ignored, mocked. You were a respected member of your field but how could you know the affects of a black hole on the human body? What reason would the government have to lie about this? It was sad you had lost someone dear to you but ‘you had to use your brain’.

You were eventually driven out of your field, mocked and pitied for being overcome with grief and ‘losing all grasp on logic’ due to your loss of Siebren. Despite all this, you never gave up hope, clinging desperately to the idea that the man was still alive, the ridiculous unscientific notion of ‘the heart knows’ spurring you along. For years you came up empty handed, the near decade of searching weighing heavily on your shoulder before the universe finally gave you a bone. A former university colleague extended a hand, Moira O’Deorain, saying that she believed your plight and that she would love to help you…as long as you could help her in return. You had accepted immediately, asking no questions of the who or what, utterly relieved that someone finally believed you and that the burden wouldn’t be one you had to bare all on your own. Even when you found out the organization was Talon, you didn’t back down, jaded by the fact that so much of the world had turned their back on you when Siebren had needed them. If they could help you find him or find some semblance of closure, anything they asked of you would be more than worth it.

You had been tasked with designing a battle suit per their specifications; one capable of withstanding a constant flux in gravity, something that could convert kinetic energy into a body shield, and one that could stand an immense amount of pressure, possibly greater than that found at the depths of the ocean. You worked diligently, the suit familiar to the one you had been tasked to create years prior with Siebren in preparation for his own experimentation in space, your heart aching as you put in fail-safes that could have possibly protected or saved him from harm. You kept your head down, never really introduced to any other personnel in Talon other than the science department and only catching glimpses of the more infamous faces of the organization. Genuinely you didn’t care to make friends, you wanted to fulfill your end of the bargain so that they could fulfill their own. It took several months with the technology they had available, but you had finished the preliminary design of the suit, telling Moira you simply needed to tailor the suit to wearer and it would be completed.

She had responded with a cryptic, ‘He will be liberated soon enough.’

You had thought nothing of it, expecting another jailbreak similar to that of Akande Ogundimu, working quietly in your lab to tweak and update the suit so whomever wore it could make no complaints. They didn’t waste good technology on non-intellectuals so at the bare minimum it had to pass your stringent standards. Your back had been turned when they had brought him in, classical music floating through your lab softly, helping you focus on tweaking the pin on one of the minicontrollers minutely to correctly an insulation and cooling issue. The rasping voice of the ‘Reaper’ began to chip at your concentration, your hands stilling briefly as he snapped orders to bring him inside. You had let out a long suffering sigh, placing your instruments down and began to pull off the magnifying headband to face whoever was entering your lab before freezing at the sound of one voice.

“Th-that melody…where am I?”

You remembered it felt like you had been punched in the chest, every ounce of air stolen from you as you ripped the head lamp off and stared at the door with wild, tear-filled eyes. Just pass the doorway, flanked by three of Talon foot soldiers behind and the Reaper in front was Siebren. Somehow he had stayed the same and yet had changed so much. The man was dressed in what looked like an orange jumpsuit, several emblems denoting him as ‘SUBJECT Σ’, wrists and ankles adorned with chainless shackles. Augmentations had been carved into his face; his cheekbones and forehead and temples now adorned with metal that made your heart ache, wondering how much pain he was in when they were inserted. His face was still his but…his cheeks had become somewhat sunken and swollen bags resting beneath his dull, spiritless blue eyes. But what had shocked you the most is how the man was floating at least a meter off of the ground, all surrounding him seemingly unconcerned by his ability to completely subvert Newton’s law of gravitation. Stumbling forward, you remembered when Siebren eyes fell to yours, the man’s eyes going round as he spoke your name barely above a whisper. He dropped to the ground and when you surged forward, he took you into his arms and you held onto each other as if either let go the other would float away.

And this is how you both found yourself working for Talon. They had tethered you both to the organization by using the other as collateral. Siebren, or Sigma as they preferred to call him, would never leave if he could not leave with you and you were a grounding source for Siebren and would never leave his side after your time apart. Neither one of you were fighters or soldiers, you were scientists, but something had changed in Siebren after years of isolated experimentation and repeated exposure to his new found abilities. Battle was an experiment and while not always preferred, he would do what he must to keep testing the new hypotheses that both he and you came up with.

Today, at least, the fighting was over.

You stood on the flight deck, watching as the hovercraft began to touch the ground, pushing off of the stair railing that you had been leaning on. The team had recently moved to another base in Australia, the Outback providing swaths of land that was ignored by the country’s government, Talon quickly creating a state of the art facility within a year. Plumes of reddish brown dust expanded outwards as the ship doors opened, the half dozen or so foot soldiers walking out soon followed by the ‘A-team’. You gave a respectful ‘good evening’ or ‘hello’ to those that passed, warmly squeezing Moira’s shoulder before walking past them and towards the straggler.

“Welcome home”, you said warmly, a genuine grin creasing your face as you looked up into Sigma’s eyes. The small frown that had become his neutral expression melted away as his eyes met yours, the tension in the man’s body seemingly melted away. Slowly he went from floating a meter off the ground to hovering a few centimeters off of the ground. Taking one of his gloved hands in yours you let him lead the way. “The mission was a success?”

“Mmm I believe so”, he stated, humming low in his throat as he briefly recalled. His hand gently squeezed yours as the two of you walked through the bay doors. “It appears that I may be able to increase the range of Gravitic Flux but it seems to require further experimentation.”

You bobbed your head in agreement, mentally notating that for training later. But for now, you wanted to make sure he could unwind after being away for the last few days. Lacing your hands with his you began to take charge as Sigma’s feet finally touched the ground, turning and smiling mischievously at him as you tugged him through the halls.

“Woah”, he huffed out, a quiet chuckle following his words as you tugged him along. “What’s the rush…and we’ve walked pass the lab.”

“I know my love”, you hummed back as you kept marching forward, turning towards the personnel quarters and your shared room. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh then please lead on”, he answered, a quiet lilt in his voice as he began to float once more, stumbling as the load of him got even lighter.

Turning you shot him a playful glare as you practically skipped down the hall, turning until you got to the ‘A-teams’ quarters, the master’s sized bedrooms a treat for the eccentric members of the battle team. For a terrorist organization constantly on the run, it was odd how their pockets seemingly never ran dry and how they never had to ‘rough’ it in anything less than a four star hotel. Still, you didn’t peek too far behind the curtain, happy to fulfill the role of nothing more than a personal scientist and to reap the benefits that came with being the ‘Sigma’s girl’.

You hummed quietly as you pressed your hand to the biometric scanner, twisting on your heel and pulling Siebren by both hands down grinning wide as you stared up at him. The light had returned to his cerulean eyes, his cheeks no longer sallow or sunken but filled by months of meals you personally requested of the kitchen staff and your own clumsily made stroopwafels. He seemed….happy again. You didn’t know what the government had done to him while he had been locked away but the hacker woman, Sombra was her name, had given you some details and it seemed he had been isolated away from others for most of his time. Once he was brought on to the base and allowed to interact with others, to talk and move freely and actually be human, the man you fell in love with came back to you piece by piece.

Siebren floated lower, pulling your hands back so they could carefully wrap around his body and gently grabbing you by the waist to float you the rest of the way to the room.

“So what do you have planned this time mijn schatje”, he inquired, one of his bushy brows lifting inquisitively. You giggled quietly as you lifted on shoulder in playful innocence.

“You’ll have to open the door and see”, you answered lackadaisically, knowing the ever curious man wouldn’t hesitate to find the answers that he wanted the answers to.

He pressed you closer to him, his arm locking around your waist so he could use his free hand to press to the biometric scanner on the door, the man pausing for a moment as the scent of food escaped.

“Is that…”

“Mhmm”, you answered, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on the underside of his chin as he looked in the room in astonishment before looking down at you with pure adoration. “I know it’s summer here but I wanted to give you a touch of winter from home. I don’t know how but the omnic chef, I think her name is Tulip, was able to get her hand on actual rookworst. So I asked her to make some boerenkoolstamppot and oliebol when I heard you two were on your way back.”

You and Tulip had made sure to put the meals under one of those special serving platters that suspended the meal with hardlight; the meal still piping hot and the dessert protected from condensation. A grin grew on your face as you soaked in the look on his face, the man slowly pulling his eyes from the food an down to you.

“Mijn universum”, he breathed softly, slowly lowering to the ground with you, his hands resting lightly on either side of your torso. His thumbs rubbed slow circles against your side, the pads of his gloves pressing into you slightly. “Thank you…”

“You are more than welcome my love”, you hummed softly before taking a small half step back from him and grabbing one of his hands with both of yours. Your thumbs gently ran over the textured pads, glossing over the oppositional gravitational channeler, fingertips dancing up to gently pull it off. “Here let’s get you out of your uniform and enjoy a good winter meal. Oh, and I’ll turn on our melody.”

“Yes that does sound lovely.”

Siebren smiled as you hummed the chords to the song that had been stuck in his head for years, the melody that had played in the lab when the singularity had happened that had given him a glance into the future. It had played on loop, obsessively taunting him with a beautiful, comforting tune, so familiar and yet so far away, comfort teasing him in it’s harmony but never quite settling. This had been the first song he heard when walking into your lab, the first song he had when he had been liberated, the first song when his universe began to come back together. The AI of the room took over, it soft, feminine voice ringing out.

“Now playing, ‘My Universe’.”

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flipping-voltron-imagines · 6 years

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How about Shiro and his s/o have a kid and name them after ulaz and raise them on the castle ship

Request: Hello! How do you think Shiro would react to becoming and actual dad with his s/o and how he copes with the pregnancy and raising a child? I love you blog! It give me life!!!!

A/N: First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH. I LOVE YOU TOO, ANON! Second, Shiro as a father gives me life. Like… yeah. I don’t even know how to describe it.

Also, I hope you two don’t mind, but I’m squishing two requests together!

Warning: female!reader because pregnancy

Word Count: 1738

Please lemme know what you think! I wanna know how you think I wrote Shiro. Did I stay in character with him?

I had gotten hurt. I fell during training and hurt my wrist, so Shiro took me to go see Coran. He, knowing that I hadn’t been feeling myself for a couple of days, asked Coran to do a full body scan while he was checking out my wrist. Shiro stood by my side while I sat on the stairs near a healing pod, not letting go of my hand.

When Coran informed me that I was pregnant, I wasn’t sure how to react. I knew it was entirely possible, due to where Shiro and I were in our relationship, but I didn’t think it would actually happen. In my mind, it wouldn’t happen in space. It would happen at home, on Earth, after being married for a few years.

“I-I’m–what? Are you sure she’s pregnant?” Shiro asked as he stood right next to me, gripping my hand rightly. Honestly, he was hurting my hand, but I didn’t really care. I was just as freaked out as he was.

“That’s right!” Coran said, blissfully aware of our panic. “Y/N is a mother and you are going to be a father!” He gave us a more serious look and set his scanner down on the table nearby. “I’ll give you two a minute.” Then he left the room. I didn’t watch him, but I heard the swoosh of the door.

Neither of us could say anything. We didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Should we be happy? Serious? Concerned? How would this affect life in the castle?

“I don’t think you should be anywhere that doesn’t have gravity,” Shiro said, disrupting my thoughts. “Just in case.” He took a shaky breath and knelt down to be at my eye level. He had his eyebrows drawn together in worry, and his lips were slightly downturned and pressed tightly together. “There haven’t been any studies on pregnant women in zero gravity, sweetheart.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Thanks for the tip, space dad,” I joked. My eyes flickered back and forth between his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

Shiro sighed and sat down next to me, He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. After taking a look around the room, he replied, “I’m worried, just because we’re not in a normal position. Excited, because I’m going to be a dad.” His eyes filled with tears that never spilled over onto his cheeks. “And there’s nobody I’d rather be with than you.” Blinking, Shiro looked at me and smiled. “How about you?”

What did I think about it? I wasn’t really sure. I was nervous and excited and scared. It was really confusing and made both my stomach and heart feel tight. At the same time, though, I felt strangely calm. I was okay with it, as long as Shiro was around.

Up until my baby bump started to show, Shiro and I often forgot I was pregnant. There was one time we were falling asleep, with Shiro’s metal arm around my waist and my head on his chest, that he flinched and grunted. When I asked him what happened, he said, “I just remembered you’re pregnant.” He would move us so that his real arm was around me, bringing warmth into my belly.

When morning sickness hit, he was always right there with me in the bathroom, holding my hair and rubbing soothing circles into my back.

When my pregnancy started to show, he retreated into himself, rarely allowing himself to be alone with me. He was careful not to touch me with his Galra arm and flinched when I touched it. It bothered me that he was so insecure about himself.

One night, at what I was guessing was my sixth month of pregnancy, I made him sit with me in the kitchen. Hunk had made us both hot chocolate and promised that nobody could enter until we were done.

“What has been going on with you?” I questioned, leaning towards him and gripping my mug with both hands. “You avoid me, avoid touching me with your Galra arm. Am I doing something wrong?”

Shiro shook his head and took a shaky breath. “It has nothing to do with you. It’s me.” He made brief eye contact with me before making his eyes roam around the kitchen. “I’ve been thinking about to say if you did this exact thing, and now that the situation is here, my mind is blank.” He chuckled and ran his hands over his face a couple of times before looking back at me. “I’m scared I’m going to hurt the baby,” he admitted. “And you. You-you’re with me every night! You know I can’t sleep most of the time, and I thrash around. I’m afraid of hurting both of you. I won’t be able to do anything right.”

“Shiro, my love,” my eyes burned with tears, “you are the most capable man I know. We’ll both make mistakes, because this is our first child, but I know we can do it.” I sat up strait and pressed my lips together in a thin line, thinking. “You love our child, right?”

“Of course I do.”

“And you want the best for it, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you’ll be a wonderful dad. Our child will love you. You would never hurt it.”

“Or you.”

“Exactly. I’ll always be there to help you, Shiro. Always.”

The rest of the pregnancy carried on normally. When it was time to give birth, Shiro was away on a mission, and he felt incredibly guilty that he wasn’t there to see our child being born. However, when he got back, he rushed to our room. I was laying on our bed, messing with its feet when he came in, scaring me.

“Y-you–are you alright?” he asked, taking a few cautious steps forward.

I nodded and smiled at him. “Come see your son.” I held out my hand to gesture him to come closer.

Shiro inhaled deeply and walked silently to our bed. He placed a hand on our son’t head and played with the peach fuzz that covered the top of it. His chin trembled and tears spilled onto his cheeks as he looked at him. “He’s perfect,” he whispered, his voice tight with emotion. “What’s his name?”

“I was thinking,” I murmured, “that you could name him.”

Shiro gasped softly and looked up at me. “Really?”

I nodded. He wasn’t there for the birth, so I decided that he could name him.

Shiro took a minute to think. For a few minutes, I was worried that he would choose a name that made me regret my decision. More tears leaked out of his eyes as he said, “Ulaz.”

Ulaz: the Galran member of the Blade of Marmora that saved Shiro. I wasn’t surprised that he wanted to name out child after him. In fact, I was surprised that I hadn’t thought of it myself.

I nodded and reached up to fluff the white tuft of hair on Shiro’s head and then caress his cheek. After I did that, I gently shifted both myself and Ulaz over to make room for Shiro on our bed. Shiro picked Ulaz up, causing him to start fussing, and laid down, then set him down on his stomach and chest. As soon as Shiro held still, Ulaz stopped fussing and seemed to sleep even better than when he was with just me.

Shiro extended his arm towards me. I moved closer to him and rested my head on his bicep and draped my arm over his stomach. Shiro looked at me through half-lidded eyes and with a gentle smile.

“I love you,” he said softly, “you and Ulaz.”

“I know you do. I love you both, too.”

Years passed and Ulaz grew bigger and bigger every day. There were some mornings when we woke up that I could have sworn he grew a couple of inches over night. With a couple of exceptions like his eye color and nose shape, Ulaz was a carbon copy of his father.

He was anything but in his personality. Ulaz got into everything he could, screamed as he ran down the halls, and was not good under pressure. When he started to walk, Shiro was encouraging him like it was the only thing that mattered. Ulaz, sensing the urgency in Shiro’s voice, collapsed to the ground and began to wail, shedding whale-sized tears. When Ulaz got older, and it was time to begin training to be able to defend himself, Shiro introduced him to the battle simulators. Every time an enemy approached him, he would freeze and drop his weapon (until, Shiro would later tell me, Ulaz realized that by training, he would be able to defend me at any time. That explains his sudden improvement after two years of failing miserably).

There was one trait that he shared with his father: he wanted to protect his family. He wanted to keep Shiro and I safe. This trait presented itself very early in his childhood: one time, Hunk dropped a knife on the ground because his hands were slippery. Ulaz grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen until the knife was back on the counter.

“I don’t want you getting hurt by the knife, mommy!” he told me, looking up at me with earnest eyes. “Hunk says it’s really sharp and will cut you really bad if you touch it!”

His desire to keep me safe warmed my heart. At times, Shiro cried because Ulaz was so cute.

Shiro, unsurprisingly, was the tough disciplinarian. I always felt bad because I made him seem like the bad guy. It always surprised both of them when I came up with a punishment worse than Shiro was planning on dishing out.

The castle was Ulaz’s home as much as it was mine. When we went back to Earth, Shiro and I decided to keep our family in space, going on adventures all the time. We never regretted it. Even as Ulaz grew to be tall as a tree, with broad shoulders and a look that charmed ladies of all species, and eventually left the castle, Shiro and I couldn’t bring ourselves to leave it. It was where we raised out family, crazy as it was, and fell in love. It was the best place in the world to us.

#vld #voltron #shiro #takashi shirogane #x reader #father #imagine #scenario

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Alright, I did it! It’s March, but I did it!

This list is hella Kaiba-centric. That was kind of inevitable I guess.

1) See this post I guess. I talk about this nerd too much.

2) Mokuba Kaiba. I like Anime Mokuba, but if I’m honest I also find that version of the character to be quite static. I think it’s in the pages of the manga where this kid shines his brightest. He isn’t just a prop for his difficult brother but is instead a character in his own right with his own arc and a headstrong personality. He’s devoted and proactive, and he has his own battle of opening up to the world. It’s a subtler journey, but he too is trying to escape the darkness of their past. His initial prickliness is a front, and that front falls away as the other characters come to support him. My sentiment cements his place here. Oh geeze, Duelist Kingdom… (It’s of course perfectly alright for a person to prefer other versions of these characters.)

3) Yugi Mutou. I consider Yugi and Atem to be co-protagonists. Don’t be mistaken, I like Atem as well, but Yugi sneaks past. There’s a warmth and gentleness to him, and there’s quietly blossoming strength and stray vulnerabilities. He has this crumpled view of himself and as the story progresses, that view becomes something more pristine. I think the narrative undercut the scope of his development and I think he deserved more page time, but he’s still my third favorite character overall. His capacity for kindness is touching. He is the center of the web of relationships.

4) Noa Kaiba. A tragic, doomed, and loveless brat, who crumbles after just one sincere gesture of caring.

5) Atem. His grandiose personality hides what is ultimately, quietly a tragic figure: he’s a prisoner who has already died once and whose fate is to die again. When the story first sprouted, before it found its footing, he was a violent vigilante who lashed out in what seemed to be a mechanism of Yugi’s distress. Psychological torture is wrong and it’s a mistake to take him as a hero at this part of the story. It’s debatable how intentional it was, but what comes across is that as Atem interacts with the world and gains a better grasp of himself as a real being he pulls away from acting out the sparks of Yugi’s emotions, because he understands he’s no longer just Yugi’s darker half. His self-righteousness remains but it becomes something more noble and self-sacrificing then.

6) It’s not much of a secret that I favor the original manga by Kazuki Takahashi. I find it to be more nuanced and less bloated, but I understand why others prefer the anime. It’s just my preference. Otherwise, the only other series I’m familiar with in any capacity is GX.

7) It’s tricky because there are specific aspects I enjoy about each arc in the manga. For the opening volumes of the story, I like watching the friendships build, those moments of vulnerability between the characters, and I also like the little flourishes of character details that vanish once the card games take the reins. At Duelist Kingdom, those moments regarding the Kaiba brothers tug my heartstrings like little else in fiction. There’s also a freshness to the storytelling here that’s difficult to describe; I think it’s because the changed circumstances are new to the characters as well. Things feel more routine by Battle City. But Battle City has many moments I savor as well. I guess I have to go with Duelist Kingdom overall.

8) “For him. The Pharaoh.”

But from the original series? The problem with trying to pinpoint quotes is that it isn’t the quote itself I value, it’s what it means within the narrative and to the characters to me. I want to list Seto’s oohrah speech to Atem after Atem buckles in the pressure of facing Osiris, but it’s because of what that moment means for the characters.

9) I’m so bad at picking out quotes. I’m really just picking out some favorite scenes. “I took something important from this duel. The light of hope.” That doesn’t work at all outside of the context of the story. How about, “I love you”?

No! Wait wait wait! How could I forget the line, “I was able to win this long because I had a rival like you, striving for a higher place. I know it’s the same for you. What are you? My rival... My friend... Why does this line stand between us?”

10) In the anime, it’s when Jonouchi sings to pick out a pod at Alcatraz tower. In the manga, for whatever reason I find it funny when in the night at Pegasus’ castle, Ryou blurts out to distract the guards.

11) If I’m honest, I never got a sense the characters were ever truly in danger. I knew they’d always pull through in the end. Even regarding the scene I mentioned in Answer 1, I didn’t imagine he was going to actually fall. It was an emotional investment.

12) The reveal of the lockets at Duelist Kingdom. It’s bittersweet, poignant, and maybe a bit manipulative. “Before this, our only real exposure to the Kaiba brothers had been at Death-T, and Kazuki Takahashi was clearly playing with the audience’s expectation for what kind of person Seto would be post-mind-crush. To get the audience to care about these two would take something truly heart-tugging.” And it was. It’s piercing.

13) I have to return to the scene at the castle as mentioned in Answers 1 and 11.

14) Prideshipping. I fell for this ship in 2009 I think. Prior to this I was never really into shipping. I’ve already rambled on about these two elsewhere.

“But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.”

15) Seto and Mokuba. I’m aware there are complications, some weighty complications. But they reach so desperately for each other at Duelist Kingdom, and then they’re nearly always side-by-side in Battle City. It sings to the soft side of my heart.

16) Rivalshipping. I fell for this ship in maybe 2012, or some year close to that. In a way, the answer to 24 is a snapshot of why, though I answered 24 independent of this question.

17) I’m in love with the bond between Atem and Seto on the platonic level as well. I also enjoy the bond between Yugi and Atem. And I also like the friendships lacing through Yugi’s troop. I would consider the relationships between Jonouchi and Yugi, Yugi and Atem, and Atem and Seto to be the sails of the story.

I’m gonna be honest… I don’t put all that much thought into the card game. I could give answers if I had to, but there would be no passion.

24) Yugi’s gesture of pure sympathy, tenderness, and understanding, and Seto’s heartbroken expression. Yugi’s unwavering kindness meets Seto’s aching vulnerability, over the shell of their shared dead friend. With or without the ideological battlefield, it’s a powerful moment.

25) Diva. I’m aware his backstory is cookie-cutter and his motivations aren’t original even within this storyline, but overall there’s something about the character that works for me. I attribute it to the presence of his voice actor, who endows Diva with a storminess and young regality. And to be more shallow for a moment, I like his character design as well. I think I’m just a sucker for his archetype even when it’s not the most lustrous.

26) Sera was a flat-note for me. She’s too pure and cutesy. Though I do find the contrast between her presentation in Transcend Game against her presentation in DSoD to be a bit unusual. (I suppose her manipulating Kaiba is another parallel with Isis, but Isis does it better.)

27) Even if I adore the movie personally, it’s not as if I don’t understand the criticisms levied against it or believe it’s anywhere near perfect myself. I’m well aware it’s not. The high notes just hit so high for me. For my personal complaints, I think it would have been nice to give Jonouchi and Anzu a little more gravity. I would suggest trading out the puppyship fanservice scene for perhaps a moment where Jonouchi bonds with Yugi. In turn, during the final meeting with Kaiba, Jonouchi might say something brief to him. Just what he says I don’t know, but in any case it would have more substance than a dream. It should go without saying I wish the dub’s script was more faithful to the original Japanese, but I’ll still enjoy the dub until the DVD/Bluray comes out. I do wonder what was in the half-hour supposedly cut from the script. I would totally watch a three-hour-long YGO movie.

#atem #mokuba kaiba #seto kaiba #yugi mutou #the darkside of dimensions

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