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mariana-oconnor · 5 months

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The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax pt 2

Alas, poor Watson. Failed again. It's always so unfair that Holmes sends him off on these solo missions when he knows that Watson won't do what he thinks should be done.

...finding that he could get away from London, he determined to head me off at the next obvious point of my travels

But what about poor Lestrade, that's what I want to know. What's he's supposed to do now Holmes is out of the country?

“I cannot at the moment recall any possible blunder which you have omitted. The total effect of your proceeding has been to give the alarm everywhere and yet to discover nothing.”

I repeat: what were you expecting? You're an intelligent man. Why did you think this would be any different from any of the other times you've asked Watson to do the investigating. It's not his fault, but you insist on putting him through this. Shame. Shame.

It's like using a fork to eat soup.

And now you're sitting there blaming him. Have you no shame, sir?

“I am in touch with Miss Dobney, Lady Frances's governess.” “Old Susan Dobney with the mob cap! I remember her well.” “And she remembers you. It was in the days before—before you found it better to go to South Africa.”

Oh well obviously Watson should have talked to the governess who wasn't even in the country you sent him to. Clearly he should have gone back to England and spoken to her rather than doing the thing you sent him to do.

And also, Holmes exercising some discretion and polite restraint. He clearly saved some up by being a dick to Watson.

"I was a wild youngster, I know—not worse than others of my class. But her mind was pure as snow. She could not bear a shadow of coarseness. So, when she came to hear of things that I had done, she would have no more to say to me. And yet she loved me—that is the wonder of it!—loved me well enough to remain single all her sainted days just for my sake alone."

She sounds insufferable. Just be happy, you numpty. What is even the point of you two being miserable separately. Either be happy or move on properly, none of this 'woe is me' self sacrificing martyrdom bullshit.

“Jagged or torn,” was the message, and the place of origin, Baden. “What is this?” I asked. “It is everything,” Holmes answered. “You may remember my seemingly irrelevant question as to this clerical gentleman's left ear."

I told you that wasn't a joke, Watson. Really you should have known that, as well. In fact, if you and Holmes had actually considered what you know about each other, this story would be very different. As it is, you both seem to have forgotten everything you know about each other.

“It shows, my dear Watson, that we are dealing with an exceptionally astute and dangerous man. The Rev. Dr. Shlessinger, missionary from South America, is none other than Holy Peters, one of the most unscrupulous rascals that Australia has ever evolved—and for a young country it has turned out some very finished types."

I also knew that those two were sus. I feel very vindicated right now. It's nice when I read one of these stories right.

Also, some shade at Australia right there.

"All my instincts tell me that she is in London, but as we have at present no possible means of telling where, we can only take the obvious steps, eat our dinner, and possess our souls in patience. Later in the evening I will stroll down and have a word with friend Lestrade at Scotland Yard.”

Lestrade and the rest of Scotland Yard hearing that Sherlock is back.

"I will give you a note to them, and they will let you wait in the shop. If the fellow comes you will follow him home. But no indiscretion, and, above all, no violence."

I'm not sure we should be trusting this guy with that. This seems like the sort of plan that ends in violence.

For two days the Hon. Philip Green (he was, I may mention, the son of the famous admiral of that name who commanded the Sea of Azof fleet in the Crimean War) brought us no news.

Utterly random little aside there. Could you not have fitted that in any other way, ACD? Li'l bit awkward sticking parentheses in there.

"She is a tall, pale woman, with ferret eyes.”

I rescind my objection, Mr Green, honourable or not, has done an admirable job of not causing violence. I'm inclined to believe this is mostly because it was a woman not a man he was tailing and he's very 19th Century about these things, but even so. Maybe it was just her ferret eyes that softened him. Look at them.

"Once inside it, they have made her a prisoner, and they have become possessed of the valuable jewellery which has been their object from the first."

I feel that this is a very convoluted plan just to get their hands on some jewellery. Surely there were easier and more efficient methods they could have employed?

"And yet how strange that they should ever let a doctor approach her unless he were a confederate, which is hardly a credible proposition.”

How is that not a credible proposition? Doctors can do crime too, y'know.

"Your appearance inspires confidence."

It clearly does in you, Holmes. That's the only possible reason you keep sending him on missions that you must know he's not suited to.

"Are you armed?” “My stick!” “Well, well, we shall be strong enough. ‘Thrice is he armed who hath his quarrel just.’ We simply can't afford to wait for the police or to keep within the four corners of the law. You can drive off, cabby."

Holmes is optimistic, but can you imagine being that cabby? It's probably not the weirdest day he's ever had, but even so. These guys are just talking about murder and being armed and not being able to wait for the police. So glad he was allowed to leave. He did not deserve this. Just going about his day when two mad men get in his cab.

I've already got part three, but that'll have to wait for later.

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dreamsanddrabbles36 · 11 months

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Itachi Birthday Story ( Fem Reader X Itachi)

Here is a small story for Itachi's birthday. I hope you enjoy. Itachi and Sasuke deserved so much better..

You were a Jonin ranked shinobi from Konoha and you were taking a break from the shinobi life. Or at least that is what you told everyone. You told them that you were taking some time off to go see family in other villages. Which wasn't totally a lie. Your father was from another village, and had family up in the north . You were leaving Konoha. As of late you had felt a heavy shift in Konoha, and you only stayed for one reason.

Itachi had asked you too. You were Itachi's eyes in the village, and would send him messages every so often. You wrote to Itachi telling him of what was happening with the village, and what Sasuke was doing in his current time with Team 7. Because of that Itachi knew Sasuke was on a team with Naruto, and Sakura Haruno. Itachi was also aware that Kakashi Hatake was Sasuke's sensei. But now you felt like your time in the village was over. You loved Konoha with all of your heart. You were born , and raised in this village. Even after the death of the Third Hokage your trust in your goverment had started to wane. The atmosphere in the village had become heavy. Itachi had asked you to stay up until Sasuke left to find his brother. And you had. After Lady Tsundae's coronation as Hokage , Sasuke had left the village. You didn't tell anyone where you were going. In fact you hadn't for the last two years. When not on missions you and Itachi met up at least once a month. Itachi would summon you, and you both met up. But after several discussions it was your choice to follow your heart. Of course Itachi tried to talk you out of it. But you were firm in your choice. It wasn't that Itachi didn't trust your skills. As long as Itachi knew you he knew you were a excellent shinobi. But Itachi had many enemies that could do serious harm to you. Even so you didn't falter.

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It was June 9th when you left the village. You remembered it was also Itachi's birthday. Even when he didn't seem to care for his own birthday. You still remembered. When you left it was night with a dark inky sky filled with stars, and a half moon. You walked through the village only stopping to get a small present for Itachi. You quickly left before anyone noticed you, and you headed towards the path going towards the only entrances and exit to the village. You didn't look back as you passed through the gates leading out of Konoha you were met by a loud call of a crow. A crow sat in one of the trees outside the gate. Your large black bird escort flew off its perch, and into the sky leading you to where you would meet Itachi. Even now Itachi was cautious knowing the life you had chosen to be with him. The life of a rouge wasn't going to be easy. You knew many would call you a traitor to the village. Continuing through the dead of night the crow you were following stopped flying into a tree. You found Itachi standing on the edge of the cliff that over looked the village. You didn't need to say anything as you approched him. Once you both were standing side by side did Itachi finally say something. " Are you sure ? " Itachi asked something you had heard several times after you asked him to come with him. " Yes." You answer. You feel a arm pull you towards Itachi as you both continue to look down at the village. It could be the last time that you ever saw Konoha, but it was important that you left. You knew Itachi didn't have long in this world, and you knew that your time together would be short. But you still loved him, and wanted to be there with him until that day came. Seeing you were still serious you both stepped away from the over view of the village. But you don't go very far as you both find a place to sit down. Itachi had already traveled a good distance to come and get you. And it was a good time for you to give him your present. " You didn't have to get me anything.. I have what I need now." Itachi told you . " Then I might have to eat these without you. " you tease Itachi as you take out a package of dango you had picked up earlier. You giggled until you felt a tap on your head when you looke back at Itachi. Finally you both share Itachi's birthday treat. You both are smiling at one another and Itachi kisses you forehead. " Come . We have much to do. Once that is done we can celebrate. " Itachi tells you taking your hand leading you into the night leaving Konoha behind. You both travel until you come upon a small village and stop at the inn to rest for the night. It also gave you, and Itachi a chance to have a meal, and Itachi's birthday dangos you had gotten him in Konoha. In exchange Itachi also gave you a gift. Something that would symoblize to those around you that you were Itachi's now, and forever. It was dangerous for you to be wearing a Uchiha crest, but Itachi had gotten you a necklace with a gem that was half red, and half white. " Will you be mine forever ? " Itachi asked. " Yes.' You answer holding the necklace in your hands before he took it from you, and placed it around your neck. " I love you. " you said to Itachi " And I love you. I may not always show it but know I'll always love you ." Itachi answered you as you both fall into a kiss. You felt Itachi pick you up and carry you to the futon waiting for the both of you. " Ready ?" Itachi asked you. " Yes." you answered. " Itachi.. " " Hm ? " Itachi questions. " Thank you for being born today." you say as he kisses you again celebrating your union.

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mono-dot-jpeg · 3 years

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the antarctic idiots [pt.1] - c! technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 1.5k

a/n; fuck it, it is here now. here’s the techno x reader you fucking simps. i can’t even be mad bc i too am a simp for the anarchist pig that is technoblade.

i hope this is somewhat up to par with everyone’s expectations since i hyped this up so much. this is one of the few writings that i actually like so- i couldn’t resist waiting so long to post it AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

next >

now you never really expected to find yourself on a side of history that was deemed "the villain's side", especially when the villain wasn't even that bad.

okay, that's a bit of a lie. this piglin man blew up an entire country to end government. plus he has evaded his taxes. i mean the list goes on but that's not the entire point here.

the point is, you found yourself actually being friends (even going as far as housemates) with the so-called evil anarchist.

now we might be moving too fast here, so let's move it back a little bit.

"so you want me to join pogtopia?" you looked up, shutting the book in your hand as you leaned back on your chair. "and what would i get in return exactly?"

"...our friendship won't die?" the voice of wilbur soot rings in your quiet home, unsure and nervous at your stern aura and words.

"why can't you just help us?!" tommy flared up, nearly throwing a fit if not for his older brother holding him back.

"just because i am your friend, does not mean i am interested in fighting for your conflicts." you place the book on the small side table, adjusting your gloves while you explain yourself to the two boys, "i'm not saying i'm a pacifist, but i'm not here to fight. i live far away for a reason. i told you this before."

"can i call in that favor then?" wilbur asked. "you still owe me one." you huffed at his words. you saw this coming.

"you're lucky i'm a nice person most of the time." you sighed, standing up and nearly towering over the two boys if not for wilbur being a bit taller than you. "i will get my stuff packed, and then we can get to your pogtopia. but while i do that, please explain the whole situation." since you lived so far away from society, you didn't know too much about what was happening unless wilbur told you about it and wilbur never really talked to you too often.

"well, you know how we had l'manburg.." and then he starts to explain how that completely backfired on them because they lost the election and now they lost their country. "and now we want to fight back for l'manburg." wilbur finishes explaining as you put your old netherite sword in its sheath that hung on your waist. "we just need your help. are you willing to train us?"

"it's not like i have much of a choice since you're cashing in that favor." you pointed out. "i better not be staying for too long."

"i can't make any promises about that." you sighed. "you ready?"

"unfortunately." it was time to leave your home and face violence once again.

"if it makes you feel any better, you're not the only person we've asked to help us." tommy says in an attempt to get you out of your bitter mood.

"that made me feel worse, tommy. i think you guys would've been fine without me if you have another person helping you other than tubbo." you slung your bag over your shoulder. "but if you really insist on getting the help of me, then who am i to judge?"

"since it seems like you're ready now, let's go to pogtopia!" tommy said, ignoring most of your words of complaints as he starts to drag you by the arm towards the dream smp. "it's quite the walk from here. why do you live so far from everyone? don't you get lonely? why didn't you join l'manburg with me and will?"

"slow down with the questions, tommy. first of all, i've told you and wilbur why i live far away, you did not listen though." you pressed a finger on his forehead, earning a huff of annoyance from the blonde. you moved your hand back to your side. "i simply do not like people. also why get pulled into conflict that you never were apart of to begin with? but that's pretty hypocritical of me to say now."

"i get that you're not fond of people, but aren't you lonely out here?" you three walked into the portal that would take you right into the nether. the sounds of bubbling lava and squealing pigmen was always an oddly comforting sound to hear.

"i'm perfectly content in my house. even if it's very far from others. i'm happy." you answered though your words sounded so... monotonous. tommy gave you a look, he definitely didn't believe you. "i know i don't sound happy but i am." before you knew it, you made it to the other nether portal which would actually take you to the manburg and pogtopia. oh how you didn't miss this place at all.

you never liked how manburg was ran even before shlatt was elected. you never really like government in general. it always seemed to be ruining everything. freedom never felt like freedom, at least that's what you thought especially when there was a goverment.

"welcome to pogtopia!" you were so deep in your own thoughts that you hadn't realized that you had made it to pogtopia.

"so where is your other helper? the first choice that wasn't me?" you asked.

"i think he might be here. he's been staying up for a long time. ever since he got in here." wilbur said. "technoblade? you here?" wilbur leads you to a potato farm and you soon feel a sense of familiarity as you enter the room.

"yeah." a low huff is heard, causing you and wilbur to turn your heads toward the source of the sound. "i'm here." what immediately catches your attention is the crown messily placed on his head as he farms. as a piglin, you've always been fond of gold, that adoration never left you once you went to the overworld. you never really wore a crown but you wore a gold pendant instead that was pinned to your cape.

"you have a really pretty crown." it takes you a minute to realize that those words came out of your mouth. "fuck, i didn't mean to say that out loud." you explained quickly to the male that was farming. "piglin things." you muttered.

"a very unexpected compliment. understandable." techno said. "wilbur, who is this again? have i met them?"

"well, you'd think you know each other since you're both piglins, but i guess the world is bigger than i thought. well, technoblade, meet y/n, y/n, meet technoblade."

"i call him the blade." tommy said smugly. "the blade! how's the potato planting doing?"

"it's doing fine. i didn't expect any company to come though."

"well, this is the person that we wanted to recruit for pogtopia."

"nice to meet you, even if the circumstances aren't the best. wilbur is lucky i owe him a favor." you said. "i sort of expected meeting you since tommy and wilbur mentioned you once they came to get me. i just never expected to see another piglin here in the overworld."

"never expected to see another piglin here either." techno hummed slightly.

maybe staying in pogtopia won't be too bad. at least you made a friend?

that was sort of a lie. you and techno never really talked after the encounter. it never worried you, you’re not one for conversation right now anyways. you had a mission to do and you’re gonna do it. you didn’t have time to make friends, at least that’s what you thought. friends seemed to be temporary in the smp, considering the wars that were and have happened.

you weren’t going to make another friend, knowing that you just might get pulled into their fights.

“why did you stop fighting once you left l’manburg?” wilbur’s voice rings in the small fighting pit that was made for training.

“i simply didn’t find the need to fight. it doesn’t mean i’m any weaker though. i will still fight for what i want to fight for.” and that’s gonna be really ending this whole government. you think to yourself, letting the nighttime ambience fill the air.

“you still have your lives...right?” you show him your wrist which had 3 hearts tattooed on it.

“i’ve been living away from everyone, of course i won’t die that easily.” you let out an empty laugh. “bold of you to assume i would even die.”

“i know it’s ridiculous to even think that you would lose a life after you left l’manburg but what if dream were to chase you down and kill you?”

“i understand your worry, but need not to worry, i can handle myself. if i couldn’t you guys would never even assign me as cavalry captain those years ago.” you said, unbuttoning your gold pendant to place it on the stone cold floor along with your other accessories you had. “it’s not like dream can do too much to me. we made a deal after all.”

“a deal?” wilbur raised an eyebrow as he took off his jacket, tossing it on the ground.

“don’t be too concerned. i’m not like eret. i wouldn’t betray you.”

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lassieposting · 3 years

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otp questions for skugwife plz 🥺

1. Who said I love you first?

He did, about three seconds after laying eyes on her for the first time. He was Not Subtle. In his defence, he was in a field hospital at the time, covered in his own blood, and was high off his ass on pain relief, so.

2. Who laughs and kisses their partner on the cheek while their partner isn’t happy about something trivial to try and make them feel better?

Wifey. She's kind of handicapped here because Skug does his best to shield her from the worst parts of himself and the grim truth about war. He doesn't outright lie to her, but he'll censor what he tells her, leaving out the death and the blood and the gore, because he's grown up terrified of becoming his father and he's desperate to be the man she thinks he is, to be someone who's worthy of her love. He doesn't want her to ever look at him and see a killer. If she has to think of him at war, he wants her to think of her gallant hero who always saves the day. So a lot of the time, when he gets into a black mood, she doesn't actually know what's really distressing him. She knows he has nightmares, but he always claims he doesn't remember what they're about. She knows that sometimes he'll nick himself with a knife while he's helping her with dinner, and when she turns around he's just standing there watching his hand bleed like he's suddenly somewhere very far away, but she doesn't know why he gets like that. She knows he has days where she'll say his name four or five times before he even seems to hear her, and an unexpected gunshot from one of the neighbouring smallholdings will have him trembling and running to check on her. But she tries, when he's quiet and distant and sad. She'll hold him and stroke his hair or sing to him or take him out walking in the sunshine, and eventually he'll take her hand and kiss her knuckles and apologise for being an arse, and she never really knows how to tell him that she doesn't mind him having those days at all, she just wishes she knew how to make him stop hurting.

3. Who cuddles up to the other after a long day at work, and this soon escalates to a playful pillow fight?

Skug. They're a cuddly, affectionate couple anyway, but his favourite thing in the world is laying his head in her lap and having his hair stroked. The man melts. They'll cuddle up in the evenings and he'll keel over for her as soon as she pats her leg like come on then and they'll just. Catch each other up on what they've missed since the last time he was home, while she pets him. She'll tell him the latest drama in her friend circle and how her father's been dodging the advances of an elderly patient, and he'll give her a censored, family-friendly version of what he got up to at the front - so, all the funny stories, but with all the gore and death and hard choices edited out. If he says something sufficiently ridiculous, she'll swat him in the face with a cushion. Sometimes he'll fall asleep there and she'll keep playing with his curls until she thinks he's well and truly out of it, and then pick up her needlework to do over his head while he sleeps.

4. What is something that they gave one another that has a lot of meaning?

When they're courting, she makes him a scarf and sends it with the courier with one of her letters, because she didn't like to think of him being cold on night watches. It's red and has zero magical properties whatsoever, it's no Bespoke creation, but he wears it on every mission.

She has a locket with his portrait in it. He's ADHD as fuck and hates sitting still for hours, but she playfully tells him one time that he's "been away so long I almost forgot what you looked like," and he takes it seriously and makes sure that never happens again.

5. How would one another describe their partner?

Very similarly. They both think the other one is their better half and that they don't deserve them. She loves him because he's brave and clever and funny and not afraid to stand up for what he believes in. He loves her because she's good and kind and loving and makes him want to be a better man. They're that couple that are so caught up in each other's virtues that they completely miss each other's flaws.

6. Who wraps their arms around their partner as they look them in the eyes and compliments them with a goofy smile?

Skug, every time they go somewhere they'll be surrounded by His Kind Of People.

Wifey is a salt of the earth working/lower-middle-class sort of girl. She has a job. She's grown up doing all the cooking and cleaning for her father, and she continues to do a lot of it even after she gets married and Skug hires servants because she can't stand to be idle. She has a very limited education; she didn't spend her childhood being fussed over by governesses or taught to simper and dance and paint. So she feels very out of place at fancy Sanctuary parties, surrounded by Skug's superior officers and their sophisticated upper-class wives. She's worried about embarrassing him, she's worried about making him look bad, she's worried about being laughed at or insulted behind her back for being too common or too forthright or too lacking in pretty manners.

He'll pull her to one side before they're announced and remind her that she outshines every other woman in the room, that most of these people are boorish and ignorant anyway so who cares what they think, and that she's got nothing to worry about: she's far more charming than he is and the laws of probability suggest that if anyone is gonna put their foot in it and embarrass the other one, it'll be him.

7. Who loves saying ‘my wife’ or ‘my husband’ or ‘my spouse’?

Wifey, especially when they're newlyweds. She has absolutely no idea how she managed to land him. He's hers now, forever. She has to keep saying it to convince herself it's true. Skug is a bit baffled, but having someone so happy to lay claim to him gives him major heart eyes. He's not used to having someone be proud of him and want to show him off like he's something worth bragging about.

8. Who always talks about how amazing their partner is when their partner isn’t there and they just light up with genuine love and happiness?

God, both of them.

In Prussia, a few months after they get married, Morwenna Crow takes one for the team and spends three solid weeks indulging Skug while he talks about his wife just, constantly.

On Wifey's side, she has a gaggle of girlfriends who appear at the door of her lovely new home to take tea at the first opportunity after her honeymoon wanting all the salacious details. And? She has so much to tell them. Like a lot of young women at the time, the most she was given in the way of sex education was a vague lecture from an older married friend about Marital Duties that didn't really serve a purpose beyond making her really, really nervous about her wedding night.

(She tells Skug about this lecture while she's sprawled all over him somewhere between round two and round three on said wedding night. She's confused. She was told it would be distasteful and unpleasant and painful. Why would her friends lie to her? He laughs, and strokes her hair, and tells her her friends' husbands are clearly doing something wrong.)

So. She returns from her honeymoon with a lot of new information to share with her poor, deprived friends. She's not the only married woman in the group, but she's the only one who married for love, so the unmarried girls are looking at what they want for themselves, and the ones who married for wealth or status are lowkey living vicariously through her.

These gatherings are deeply unnerving for poor Skug. He'll pop into the parlour to kiss Wifey goodbye before he goes out riding with Ghastly, and like eight smirking women politely sipping tea will chorus good morning, Skulduggery like they know something he doesn't know, and something about the way they look at him makes him feel like they're starving and he's a juicy steak. And then he'll close the door behind him when he leaves the room and hear them all immediately explode into giggles. What the fuck do they talk about in there??? At least once he's asked Wifey if she's plotting to sacrifice him, or something.

9. Who loves it when their partner kisses them good morning?

Skug. When you've spent the last 6+ months snatching at sleep on a hard bed with itchy blankets in between night watches and enemy attacks and commando raids of your own, it becomes a real treat to get a full nights sleep and wake up in fresh sheets in your own bed with your wife pressed up against your back, kissing your neck and touching you under the blanket. He knows he's safe when he wakes up with her, and he misses feeling her burrow into his arms when they're apart.

10. Who shows the other how to balance a spoon on their nose?

Skug.

11. Who loves to pull pranks on the other? What type of pranks do they pull and do they pull their pranks off?

Wifey's favourite is to tell Skug she invited her father to stay for a week and watch him frantically try to arrange his face into any other expression than "horrified". This is doubly funny if he just came home and he's raring to get her into bed - "Oh, darling, we can't, Papa will be here shortly, and he's due to stay until Thursday next, you'll simply have to wait," - but she never lets him believe it for long. She's not, like, cruel.

12. What is something small that they would randomly pick up for one another?

Spending money is Skug's love language. He's always buying her "just a little something"s. Hair ribbons, jewellery, new dresses, books, paints...anything he sees and thinks she'd enjoy.

She bakes for him, when he's home. She doesn't think the army feeds him properly, and she knows he eats like a horse. Coming back from Ghastly's to the smell of homemade bread is one of his favourite things about being married.

13. Who is the one who can’t stop laughing when trying to tell a joke?

Wifey. She'll be doubled over wheezing, red in the face, and Skug will still have no idea what the joke is. She didn't get that far. She's the kind of person where, many hours later, he'll ask, "So what was that joke you wanted to tell me?" and it'll just. Set her off again.

14. Who would plan the other a surprise birthday party?

Skug. He's often away for Wifey's birthday, but he'll always try to wheedle some leave out of Corrival so he can come home and spend it with her. It doesn't always work - a lot of the time they simply can't spare him - but he does his best.

15. Who picks the other person up when hugging their partner?

Skug is a 6'4 beanpole of a man who likes small, petite women. Wifey is like 5'3 tops and he picks her up all the time. She weighs, like, nothing to him and she's really into how strong he is, so getting swept off her feet all the time doesn't bother her.

What does bother her is when his lanky ass forgets to bring things down from the top shelf before going away for a few months. She can't reach up there.

#skulduggery pleasant #sp headcanons #skugwife

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voltrontranscript · 3 years

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VLD S6E1: Omega Shield

Season 6 Episode 1: Omega Shield

Transcript by @dragonofyang

Summary: As Lotor continues to affirm his claim on the Galra throne, his governess comes to deliver congratulations and lessons to the protagonists. Then, Lotor receives a distress signal from a labor planet when Sendak attacks and leaves them defenseless. The Paladins go to aid them while Lotor continues to rule from Galra Command.

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Lotor: To return so triumphantly is a dream I thought I would never achieve. We are one step closer to bringing peace and prosperity to the entire universe. This is all because of you, Princess.

Allura: We did it together, Lotor. I would have never even known of Oriande without you, and therefore could have never unlocked its secrets.

[Cut to Galra Command HQ.]

Shiro: We’ll see what intel is in your briefing and decide what to do from there. Maybe we can--

Dayak: Lotor.

Lotor: Oh, no.

Lance: Uh… who the heck are you?

Dayak: How dare you speak to me without authorization from Blood Emperor Lotor.

Lance: Ow!

Lotor: She was my governess. No one has used the term “Blood Emperor” since before we were a star-faring race. And these are my colleagues. They have more than my permission to speak. Everyone, this is Dayak.

Pidge: Hi!

Coran: A pleasure.

Hunk: Hiya.

Shiro: Hello.

Allura: Nice to meet you.

Lotor: So, to what do we owe the honor?

Dayak: Word of your victory at the Kral Zera has spread throughout the empire. I always knew you had it in you to crush your enemies. Dayak’s raised you from a child to a man, and now I’ll witness your ascension to the throne.

Lance: Wait, she raised you from a child? Aww, is this your nanny?

Lotor: Governess.

Lance: You have a nanny! Oh man, is she going to read you bedtime stories? Is she gonna rock you to sleep? Is she gon--Ow!

Dayak: I instructed Lotor in the ways of the Galra. The history of our conquests, our customs, battle philosophy, the art of war.

Hunk: Hm, Galra customs, huh? Is that like when you guys say “Vrepit Sa” and stuff? There’s so much we don’t know about you.

Lotor: If you’re interested in our society’s history, you couldn’t find a better teacher than Dayak.

Dayak: What Lotor says is true.

Hunk: Oh, wow. Would you really teach me about the Galra?

Lance: What you wanna know about the Galra for?

Hunk: Well, we’re gonna be working with Lotor to bring peace throughout the empire, right? Just makes sense the more we know about their society, the better.

Dayak: If you are to learn the ways of the Galra, you must be prepared for the most challenging trial you could ever undertake. There will be no turning back. Victory or death.

Hunk: Uh, oh, that’s okay.

Allura: Hunk, you’re a Paladin of Voltron. There is no challenge too great for you.

Hunk: Will I learn what “Vrepit Sa” means?

Dayak: Yes.

Hunk: Let’s do it!

Shiro: Let’s get to that briefing.

[Scene change to Galra briefing room.]

Unnamed male Galra: The civil war continues unimpeded. More and more Galra forces are leaving to join other factions. Sendak has claimed the most deserters. They call themselves “the Fire of Purification.”

Lotor: It is time I address all Galra and make my claim as emperor absolute.

Lance: Is that going to start with you freeing planets?

Lotor: It’s not that easy. My grip on the empire is tenuous as is. I need to proffer an alternative to our current state. That’s why it is so important that Allura and I gain access to the quintessence field.

Allura: Are we to focus all of our energy on that?

Lotor: It is paramount. However, we cannot let the empire fall apart. I will address my people at the astral conflux.

[Scene change to training deck in Galra command.]

Hunk: How exactly is holding these weights gonna help me learn Galra history?

Dayak: Palen-bol!

Hunk: Ow!

Dayak: For the mind to learn, the body must be broken.

Hunk: Broken? That seems a little drastic.

Dayak: Palen-bol!

Hunk: Ow! What does that mean?

Dayak: It means “the enlightening pain.” But apparently there is not enough pain to make you enlightened yet.

Hunk: So you’re gonna hurt me until I’m smart?

Dayak: Yes!

Hunk: Aww.

Dayak: The Galra race started as a nation tribe on planet Daibazaal, home to many warring races at the time. In the war to annihilate the opposing tribes, the Galra formed a phalanx of their bravest and made a spear-like attack to the heart of their foes. It was known as the Killing Thrust, or Vrepit Sa.

Hunk: Oh, so that’s what Vrepit Sa means? “Killing Thrust”? That’s so violent.

Dayak: Palen-bol!

Hunk: Ow!

Dayak: Yes, it is violent. The Galra believe combat is the searing light that burns away imperfections on every level, from personal to societal.

Hunk: Cool. Can’t I maybe take a little break?

Dayak: Break? There are no breaks! Your training is finished when you have learned all pain has to teach you.

Hunk: Oh, man. That’s so intense.

Dayak: If you decide to leave your training early, it is an insult to my teaching. An insult that can only be settled by a fight to the death.

Hunk: So you’re saying a fight to the death is the only way out of this? Ow! Okay, yeah, you just said that. I guess I am getting smarter.

[Scene change to the shipyard, where the Sincline ships are being assembled.]

Lotor: You must replicate your father’s work if we are to use this ship to enter the quintessence field.

Allura: But how?

Lotor: Something you learned in Oriande. Something your father learned to become the superior alchemist he was. How he built Voltron is the key.

Guard: My lord. It is time to prepare for your speech.

Lotor: It seems my empire needs me. Please continue.

[Cut to the Galra throne hall.]

Lotor: Galra brothers and sisters, I am your emperor, Lotor, son and successor of Zarkon, slayer of a tyrant, child raised in the void and taught on the battlefield. There are rumors of doubt regarding my leadership. Do not let them poison your ears. Pledge loyalty to me, and I will deliver the Galra Empire unto times of untold prosperity. An age of unlimited quintessence, the likes of which this universe has never known.

Lahn: Commander, radiation belt approaching.

Bogh: Initiate shield.

Lotor’s voice: Soon I will raise our grand empire above the indigence and violence of its past up to new heights of peace and limitless possibility. Those factions that splintered from the empire will pay for their treachery. I urge you now, send me your messages of fealty. Those who choose to turn their backs on their emperor will find themselves lost to the sands of history, unremembered and unmourned.

Lahn: You can’t possibly be thinking about pledging to him. And what’s all that about becoming a peaceful empire? He’s too weak to be our emperor.

Bogh: Enough. Lotor lit the flame. We are honor-bound to do as he says, even if it is… strange. We will be pledging to Lotor.

Lahn: You’re weak, too.

Bogh: Maybe I didn’t make myself clear, Lieutenant Lahn. I’m in charge of this shielding facility, my word is law.

Lahn: Aye, sir. Shield at eighty-five percent. Next radiation event in three vargas.

Bogh: Recharge and prepare for the next radiation sequence. Open a hailing frequency to Galra command.

Galra soldier: Sir, hostile ships incoming.

Sendak: Sending a message to Lotor, are we? And to think, I came here to offer you a chance to serve in the Fire of Purification. Fire the ion cannon.

[Scene change to the training deck of Galra command.]

Hunk: Ow! Ow! I did everything you told me!

Dayak: Yes, but that doughy face of yours is very un-Galra.

Hunk: It’s just my face! Ha!

Dayak: Very good.

Hunk: Owwie!

Dayak: Showing complacency? Palen-bol!

Hunk: Ow, ow, ow!

[Cut to bridge of Galra command.]

Bogh: The planet has already been fired upon and we do not have the means to protect ourselves. You must send assistance immediately.

Lotor: Understood.

Shiro: What’s going on?

Lotor: One of our labor planets is under attack from Sendak and his fleet.

Lance: Sendak? Not that guy again.

Pidge: We’ve gotta help that planet immediately.

Lotor: Sendak would have me respond to his attack and neglect my empire.

Allura: Voltron can handle this while you continue to rule.

Lotor: But, Princess, I need you here. Without you--

Allura: Your plan has waited this long. It can wait a tick longer. We must protect your innocent subjects.

Lotor: Of course. You’re right.

Allura: We will return as soon as we can.

Hunk: Well, looks like I’m gonna have to cut my training short.

Dayak: You dishonor me. A fight to the death!

Hunk: Okay, well, I’ve got to go with them right now, but maybe we can put a pin in that? Reschedule for tomorrow? Or never? Hey, Dayak isn’t really gonna fight me to the death, is she? Is she?

Pidge: She seemed pretty serious. But, I bet if you ask Lotor nicely, he can have her exiled.

Hunk: Oh, that’d be nice. Yeah, I’m not really in the mood to die, you know? Uh, speaking of, is anyone else scared that we’re about to face Sendak? Sendak “who almost took all the Lions” Sendak? And who basically came back from the dead Sendak, that guy?

Pidge: Come on, Hunk. We’re Paladins. We got this. Right, Shiro? Shiro?

Shiro: Pidge is right. Let’s focus on our mission.

[Cut to the labor planet.]

Sendak: Take heed. Galra citizens who side with Lotor will be destroyed. Here at your new master’s bidding?

[Transition to the Patrulian Zone.]

Acxa: We’ve arrived at the coordinates. We can’t go any further without losing power.

Haggar: Stay on course.

[Cut to Voltron.]

Lance: Shiro, are you alright?

Shiro: I’m fine. Come on, team, let’s form Voltron!

Galra Soldier: Sir, cannons aimed at Voltron.

Sendak: No. Aim them at the shield station. I know your true weakness. That you value the lives of others. And I will hammer that weakness until you are crushed beneath my heel.

Pidge: Oh, no! Without those shields in place, the planet will be fully exposed!

Lance: Which means?

Pidge: They’ll have no protection from the radiation bands!

Sendak: The entire planet is doomed. Take us out of here. We’ve won the day.

Lance: We can’t let him get away!

Shiro: Lance, there’s no time. We’ve gotta fix that shield as soon as--

Allura: Shiro, are you alright?

Shiro: I’m fine. We can’t leave that planet unprotected. We are the Paladins of Voltron, working with Emperor Lotor. We’re here to help you. What is the status of your shield system?

Bogh: Paladins, I am Commander Bogh. Our damage report indicates that a plate has been fractured. Our generator is offline and needs rebooting. Other plates have shifted out of their gravitational harnessing and must be repositioned. Only five doboshes until the next solar sequence.

Shiro: You’re the engineer, Hunk. How should we handle this?

Hunk: We need to split up. Pidge, you handle the generator system.

Pidge: Then I’m gonna need Shiro to come with me. I can use his arm to repower the mainframe.

Hunk: Okay, good. Allura, Lance, I need you to re-fuse that fractured plate.

Allura: Affirmative.

Lance: You got it!

Hunk: I’m gonna try to get the plates aligned.

Shiro: Okay, we’ve got our orders. Let’s move!

Hunk: Where does this plate need to be lined up?

Bogh: You’re moving plate 7-2. It needs to be aligned with 8-1.

Hunk: Got it, but those other plates are out of position. There’s just no way I’ll be able to move them all myself.

Bogh: I can activate the manual thrusters on some of the plates. It will be slow going, but I--

Lahn: First you side with Lotor and get our system attacked by Sendak. Then, you willfully work with Voltron, our sworn enemies!

Bogh: Get to your station and begin the thrust sequence. That’s an order!

Hunk: Are you freaking kidding me?! Palen-bol!

Bogh: Huh?

Lahn: Huh?

Hunk: You’re both a dishonor. Do you fight for yourselves or do you fight for the Galra?

Bogh: Galra!

Lahn: Galra!

Hunk: Then victory or death! Enough of the bickering!

Lahn: We’re going to die because of Commander Bogh.

Hunk: You know, long ago, there was a desperate group of Galra that thought they were going to die. They executed a spear-like attack known as the Killing Thrust. Those soldiers knew what it meant to put their life on the line. They won the day. Are you ready to put aside your differences and fight with me?

Bogh: Vrepit Sa!

Lahn: Vrepit Sa!

Hunk: Well, I guess all that pain did make me smarter. Pidge, I’m gonna need you to restore main shield power to get this gravitational harnessing going.

Pidge: We’re on it. Okay, Shiro, let’s jack your hand into that terminal and we’ll get this thing running in no time.

[Cut to Red and Blue by the broken shield plate.]

Lance: Okay, broken massive shield plate. Don’t suppose there’s a quick tutorial video on how to fix this, is there?

Hunk: Make sure the connection is straight. If it’s even one degree off, the shield will fail.

Lance: That’s not a tutorial!

Allura: If you hold them in place, then I could freeze them together, but I don’t think the ice will stand the radiation for very long.

Lance: Hey, maybe after you freeze them, I could use my heat ray to weld them together.

Allura: Great idea, Lance!

Lance: Aww, thanks, princess. I couldn’t have thought of it without you, though. I mean, really, I think we make a great team. Here we are, working together, just the two of us.

Allura: Let’s go, Lance.

Hunk: This isn’t going fast enough.

Lance: They’re all in place!

Allura: That should hold them.

Lance: Hope this works.

Allura: We did it!

Hunk: Nice job, guys. Pidge, you ready? We’re almost at the radiation belt.

Pidge: Hold on. I just need a few more minutes.

Lance: Uh, guys, that radiation belt is getting closer!

Hunk: Last piece in place. Fire up that power, Pidge!

Pidge: Shield’s up!

Lance: Huh? What’s going on with the plates? Allura! [screams]

Allura: Lance! Lance, please respond!

Hunk: The broken plate shorted out. Lance isn’t responding, Allura jumped out of her lion. What else could possibly go wrong right now? Pidge, what happened to the power? We’re almost at the radiation belt.

Pidge: I know. I’m on it. Come on, Shiro.

Allura: No… No, no.

Hunk: Let’s try this again.

Bogh: Radiation exposure in four…

Hunk: Pidge, hit it now!

Bogh: Three...

Pidge: Come on.

Bogh: Two… One.

Hunk: Great job!

Pidge: It worked!

Hunk: We did it!

Bogh: Shielding complete. Recharge and prepare for the next radiation sequence.

Lance: Huh? You saved me.

Allura: I owed you one.

[Scene change to the station’s bridge.]

Bogh: Thank you for reminding us what it means to be Galra. Vrepit Sa!

Lahn: Vrepit Sa!

Hunk: Vrepit Sa! Man, that’s weird to say.

[Scene change to the Lions.]

Pidge: Nice work out there, Hunk. That Galra training really toughened you up.

End.

#vld #voltron #transcript #allura #commander bogh #lieutenant lahn #lotor #lance #pidge #hunk #shiro #dayak #sendak

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fyeahwonderbat · 5 years

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Keywords: Balance

Rating: T (Series); G (chapter) Word Count: 2,311 words Universe: DCEU, post-BvS (AU)

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The Flying Fox felt hollow as it cut through the air at sixty thousand feet. Soaring smoothly over the clouds, Bruce piloted his prized plane with the expertise that he’d honed for years, and the concentration of a man who reveled in being as antisocial as possible. He sped through the night so that he could meet the sunrise just as it rose over Gotham, with roughly four thousand nautical miles to traverse between New York and Moscow that warranted his undivided attention. There was still six hours of airtime and refused to vacate his pilot seat for a single second of the voyage.

Especially when there was a fuming Diana somewhere on board.

Bruce could hear her infuriated shouts echoing in his head from the argument they’d had before the mission even began. She had been adamant that they didn’t need to visit the desolate village he had considered an international threat. He, being one of the only mortals whose stubbornness rivaled the Amazon’s, refused to see her point of view after learning that the radioactive hub on the outskirts of the town was the epicenter of his investigation into what he referred to as ‘hellions’.

As a woman who claimed to have killed things from other worlds before, he had assumed she’d be thrilled to join him on this mission.

Instead, Wonder Woman scolded him about his lack of self-preservation and willingness to coordinate with the League properly.

The League that he had compelled her to help him form.

“How much longer until we arrive?” Asked the very woman who was on his mind. Her voice drifted into his ear and cleared the fog that he was lost in, replacing his mindless thoughts with a swift reply.

He answered her over his shoulder without ever turning to face her, “Six hours, maybe less.”

“Hm.” Was her meager response, punctuating the sound of her dropping into the seat behind him, off to his right. Knowing that Diana was in the cockpit with him now and presumably intending to stay was more unnerving than he’d ever admit to.

Bruce gazed at the weather radar and allowed himself to become hypnotized. He needed to center himself if she was preparing to argue with him after the disappointing results of their trip. In his eyes, the information they gathered was monumental to his study of the hellions. But surely, because she wasn’t given the chance to punch something into the ground or act as a battering name in the name of justice, Wonder Woman would have more to say about her disapproval of the Batman’s methods.

She acted like the governess of not only the League, but of him as well, providing him with unwarranted checks and balances as the criteria for his style of operations. Coddling him at times when he was certain of the action he had to take. No one had ever serviced him while simultaneously challenging him the way that Diana did. Unwilling to be placed under her thumb any longer, Bruce stated a little too pridefully, “Alfred is looking over the information we gathered now and we’re working on locating their real base of operation.”

“That’s possible?” She questioned with a sleep-induced drawl.

He immediately reined himself in, feeling like a bully for antagonizing her while she was trying to sleep. “We’ll send out a search for their signature. Since they move around while infected with so much radiation, it shouldn’t be difficult to--”

“Bruce,” she called to him.

“What?” The abrupt shift in conversation made his jaw snap closed very aggressively at the end of his retort.

Unbothered by his ever present antagonism, Diana brushed passed his tone of voice in a way he nearly admired as she asked, “You’re going to need more than the accessories on your belt to defeat those hellions.”

Now, it seemed as though she was antagonizing him. “They’re clearly monsters of some kind, with an origin in science or possibly mythology. The hellions I’ve seen have taken on an almost chimera-like appearance while looking as though they’re made from stone,” He stated the facts of their situation so that she couldn’t find a single word to dispute. Then, Bruce leaned into his irritation so that he’d motivate himself to turn on autopilot as he spun around and faced her to finish off his explanation. “I’m aware that they can’t be stopped by a tranquiliser or a taser.”

“Then what was your goal here?” inquired Diana. Her legs were tucked underneath her rather informally compared to the statuesque posture he had imagined her in while his eyes had been fixated on the sky. Prim and proper no matter the situation he was in, it was odd to witness Wonder Woman snuggling into her seat at the Flying Fox like she was at a slumber party. The pale white lights that lit up the cockpit managed to highlight the pale complexion on her face and though he couldn’t understand why she looked so worn, Bruce knew she still had some fight in her based on her question.

Confidently, he bit back, “I told you - we needed to determine if this was the place they were originating from.”

Diana sighed, “Did you expect them to originate from a hive mind? Did you think it’d really be so simple?”

“No.” Bruce growled.

“Then what?” her tone grew harsher as she sat up in her seat. “If your technology is so great, why did you and I risk our lives by coming here? We were in Russia for almost two days and all we did was spectate their behaviours at one of their nests and evacuate a village when they started turning on each other and ripping themselves to shreds.”

Bruce thought he was hilarious when he answered her with a great deal of attitude, “I’m sure those villagers said thank you in Russian.”

The fire in her eyes sparked instantaneously and her feet slammed onto the floor with a heavy thud. Furious, unimpressed, Diana scolded him just like he expected her to. “We should have told Barry where we were going, or asked Arthur to join us. We are sitting on this plane right now due to luck and nothing else. Not your skills, or mine! We are lucky they never paid any attention to us or who knows what would have happened.”

“We didn’t need reinforcements if we were only observing their behaviour and studying their base.” Bruce pointed out.

“Victor would have been better suited than either of us!” Diana argued, the volume of her voice rising.

Behaving in a reactionary fashion caused his voice to grow louder as well. “If you don’t like the calls I’m making, then you can decline my invitations for these missions. I’m not twisting your arm to make you come with me, Diana.”

“You’re absolutely maddening!” Now, while shouting at the top of her lungs, she had risen to her feet and glared at him with a ferocity that told him she was prepared to beat the argument out of him. “These creatures we saw rip each other apart without much provocation and you cannot see how unjustified you were to come here without anything but your pride to guide you? Your kevlar suit would only make it more of an exciting challenge for them to do the same to you, had they caught you snooping around their base!”

Though she wasn’t incorrect, his mortality wasn’t what their clash was centered around. Bruce stayed absolutely still when he sought her conclusion, “What’s your point?”

“My point,” she contended, “is that you may be scared of what these hellions are capable of, but throwing yourself at them is not the solution. If there is a plan of action that needs to be made, it must be considered by the entire team.”

“Not everything we do is a League-related matter.” He rebuked her perspective entirely.

Diana was not having it, however. So exhausted with him and his point of view, she looked him dead in the eye and dared him to explain, “Then why did you extend an invitation to me?”

That, he could not address so easily. While concocting his plan for the mission to Russia, it seemed only logical that he bring a metahuman with him in case things did in fact take a turn for the worse. For someone who had such a difficult time relying on the people in his own city, inviting Wonder Woman was the easiest pill to swallow when compared to the other options he had before him. Not only that, but the trust he had in Diana was incomparable to the lukewarm relationship he had with Arthur, or the distance he kept from the skittish Barry unless his presence was absolutely necessary.

Diana also didn’t know that Victor was on standby for Alfred’s call back in Gotham already.

He watched her turn her back on him and return to her seat when he didn’t maintain the speed at which their conversation was flying. He took the chance to observe the way her shoulders had fallen and the way her long black hair outlined her hunched over posture. Something about this entire scenario had stolen away a great deal of her energy for reasons he couldn’t understand. Nevertheless, he knew that arguing with him tended to wear out even the best of people.

Like her.

Bruce decided to throw off his cowl and run a gloved hand over his face in an act of frustration. He knew he needed to answer her, however, it took much longer than he expected to find the words he needed to justify his decision-making process. Finally, just as she tucked those long legs of hers underneath herself once again, he blurted out, “Because no one is as desperate to keep me alive the way you do.”

It was a sarcastic remark. Despite how the entire temperature of the cockpit had cooled, Bruce had genuinely intended to rile her up even more so with his insensitive words. After all, they weren’t off the mark. Whether she tried to reprimand him before taking off to Russia or she was forced to carry him out of the village in one arm and a panicked Siberian Husky in the other, he could always rely on her should he need it.

Should he.

To his surprise, Diana laughed at his childish teasing. It was only a couple of giggles, but he managed to make her smile. When she finished taking in a rather deep breath, she whispered, “I suppose that’s true. So you’re admitting I was roped into your chaos due to my own sentimentality?”

Bruce was flabbergasted once again by her indirect accusation. He chose to check on the sky for any glimpse of the sunrise as a type of distraction that would have allowed him some time to think. This time, his attempt at humor was more friendly, in a surface level kind of way, “I’m sure you would have complained about me going alone, too, so it was more efficient to let you scold me on the trip there and back.”

“Hm, I suppose that’s true. But remember one thing, Bruce,” He never heard her voice grow louder in his ear, however, he felt her hand when it landed on his shoulder the instant she said his name. The contact would have made him jump had he not been trained to rid himself of such primitive reactions to shocking moments such as this. Though his skin did indeed crawl beneath his kevlar suit when she finished her warning to him, “I can pilot this aircraft if need be, so you might want to be wary about how much you provoke me.”

“Again,” Bruce smirked up at her, his brows furrowed with a devious intention. “You’re only proving that I was right to bring you along.”

The wry smile she gave him in response lit up her face so completely, it truly felt like she was the yin to his yang when he thought about the meaning behind the type of grin he was showing her. Mockery versus honesty. Snide amusement compared to genuine delight. Whether they were at one another’s throats or in agreement, they always managed to play the roles of day and night - the perspective of optimism challenged by the darkness he seeped into every interaction.

There was most definitely a delicate balance in their partnership.

If the familiar sounds of his dashboard blaring at him didn’t pull Bruce’s attention away from her in that moment, he had no idea how long they would have been gazing at one another. Tearing himself away from her, he spotted a handful of colors lighting up the right side of his weather radar, warning him of an upcoming storm. He flipped a switch inside of him and commanded her without hesitation, “Sit down, I have to deal with this.”

Diana didn’t answer him with words. He could only assume she obeyed him when she removed her hand from his shoulder and kept quiet. Presumably, she’d try to finally take that nap that their argument interrupted. Once he assumed she was out of his personal space, Bruce got to work and reclaimed control of the Flying Fox. He had flown through many storms in the past, to the point that his hands squeezed the sides of the yoke with mild excitement.

Bruce wasn’t all too preoccupied with the thunderstorm that he was approaching, if the truth be told. He was more interested in the way that the sunlight that was grazing the darkness of the night that he was sailing through at sixty thousand feet. Considering the height he was at and distance they still had to travel, it wasn’t lost on him how ironic it was to see the daylight meet the night after the conversation they just had.

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lovemeblueblog · 6 years

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What the future might bring

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Summary: requested by @featuringcone9 "Hey, I'm not really good at this, but I wanna try, so... How about an imagine, where Y/N and Loki are friends... Not really close, it's more like... They live together with the Avengers, and Y/N can see the future, but to see a specific future she needs to touch the person. So something happens and she touches Loki and sees him dying in the next mission. P.S. They love each other, but are afraid to get hurt."

Warnings: Might be a little angsty.

Word count: 2,198

A/N: I hope you enjoy.

It was a hard adjustment, staying at the Avengers base with all those unfamiliar people, for you prefered not to be in a crowded place. The more of them aroud, the risk of your powers getting out of control grew higher. You didn’t think them as a gift, but you didn’t hate them either, sometimes they would come in handy. You could see the near future if you relly tried, you could create a transmission wave, where you would send a lot of people what you see, but that only had happened two times and got you very exhausted. The problem you had with your powers is that, every once in a while, when you touch somebody, you’d have a vision, of the past, if the memory is very strong, or of the future, if it is a life or death situation. That’s why you resorted to only minimal touches, no lingering ones, so there won’t be enough time to see anything.

When you first got here, you felt very out of place. All these heroes, all the goverment officials, all the expensive tech they have, the guns, the harsh trainings…This would not necessary scream ‘you’. But you tried to adapt for Mr Stark and Dr Banner really helped you to understand what you can do and how you can do it. They studied the powers at first, then they came up with a couple of experiments, trying to prepare you for missions. Although, you have been here for about six months, you haven’t gone out to help or fight, or anything. Not that you wanted to, you couldn’t really do anything useful, Agent Romanoff didn’t think you were ready, training you almost every day of the week, and, you yourself didn’t feel like a part of any team here. All of them were nice people and you enjoyed talking to them, but you were no Avenger, nor you tried to be, you just wanted to be in control more, not feeling so anxious and helpless all the time.

Things changed, when shortly after your arrival, the God of Thunder came here, with his brother. For the first couple of days everybody argued wether it would be a good idea to let Loki stay, but Thor kept assuring the team that everything has changed. Time went by and there were no incidents, so the Avengers cooled down, the tension dropping just a bit. You grew fond of the brothers, but you mostly talked to Thor, he was very pleasant and kind to you. You tried to spend time every day with him, as it would lift your mood instantly. Loki, on the other hand, stayed in his room most of the day, and if he wasn’t, he’d be cold and bitter, or he won’t talk to anyone at all. He was not mean directly to you, but nevertheless, you thought he hated you. That fact didn’t sit well with you, as you quickly realized, you have developed feelings for him. Watching his behavior, stealing glances, being in the same room that he is, trying to be nice, offering him a book to read or a milkshake to taste. He did remain indifferent to anything you did and you felt embarrassed for your teenage crush, but still persisted to at least make him more comfortable here.

What you liked the most is when the two of you would stay in the, well, almost a living room, a lounge of sorts. It was in a far end of the base and nobody really visited it; there were lots of shelves with books to keep you company, though. Loki would always sit in the armchair, reading, probably since the crack of down, because no matter how early you’d wake up, he’d be there every time. He seemed not to be irritated by your presence, so you didn’t dare to ask to not make it worse, just went and sat at the window seat, with a hot tea in your hands. This was the calmest part of your day, just watching the outside world go by, how the wind shakes the already yellow leaves off of the trees, how it chases the clouds away. Sometimes it was rainy in the mornings and you liked that, too, the sound of the droplets having a positive effect on your mind. Soon, you finished your tea and felt yourself dozing off again, thinking that you might have not gotten enough sleep as you were in the lab all evening yesterday.

After Loki was done with his book, he stood up to leave, but saw you sleeping at the corner of his eye. He quietly came closer, taking the blanket that was near you and covered your body with it. Lingering a bit, just watching your face as it was so peaceful and young, no worries crawling in your head, no thoughts carrying you away. The trickster tried to ingrave this moment in his memory as he liked too much how you looked, breathing steadily, eyes moving just a bit at the dreams you were having, face blushed, beautiful. He couldn’t help but reach out and touch your cheek with the back of his fingers, ever so lightly, not wanting to wake you up. Smiling weakly, he wondered about as to why are you even coming here every day, wishing that it was purely for him, but vanishing that thought as quickly as it came. He knew, of course, what you were doing, showing kindness, and maybe it was just in your nature to do so, but deep down Loki longered for more, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t know why he found comfort in your presence; what he did know is that it transfered to his dreams. Sometimes, in the midst of his nightmares, there would be you, casting them away, letting him hold you close to his body as he calms down. But that was not reality, merely illusions his mind created. So Loki shaked his head to stop the thoughts and removed his hand, looking at you once more before walking away.

The next day, when you come back to the same place, your lounge buddy was nowhere to be found. You decided to wait for a while, thinking that he’ll turn up eventually, but nobody came. Dissapointed, you got the erge to walk up to his room and ask what’s wrong, but you know you can’t do that, you two barely talk.

Later that day, when you found yourself bored as nobody was around because they were at a fancy gala you had no idea about, one thought came to mind. Baking was something you enjoyed, but didn’t do often, though today was the right mood to make a sweet. You settled on a recipe of a simple chocolate cake, checking to see if every ingridient was at the kitchen. Puting on some quiet and calming music, you hummed along as you started preparing everything together. Time kind of got away from you, when you almost finished decorating the cake with some raspberries and powdered sugar. You smiled, satisfied with the result and noticed a certain god standing in the doorway, his form startling you.

«Oh,» you say, a bit embarrassed; how long has he been there? «Hi.»

«Hi,» he replies back, arms crossed on his chest, but face amused.

«Um, uh…» trying to find the words, you drop your gaze back to the cake, «Would you like a slice?»

«Sure,» Loki nods, getting closer to the counter, sitting on the chair in front of it.

His eyes kept studing your face, finding your nervousness to talk to him endearing. He didn’t know, though, that it was because of your feelings and powers altogether. As you cut and placed a piece on a plate, you pushed it to him, «There. Bon appétit.» He didn’t really move, just looked at the cake, smirking, then back at you.

«Oh!» you jump a little, realising, turning around to get an item, «Here’s a fork.»

«Thank you.» is all he says, before tasting it. You were trying to be suttle watching him, but still waiting for a reaction, to know if he likes it or not. He keeps silent, just eating away as you put all the stuff back in it’s place and clean up the workspace. Soon, there is nothing left on the plate, and you have to think that it’s a good sign.

«All done?» you ask timidly, wanting to take the dish away.

«Yes. This was wonderful.» he finally dispels your doubts and makes you smile.

You move your hand to grab it and he gently catches your wrist, for he only wanted, needed to touch your skin, you still jump as the vision overtakes you. It’s blurry and dark, and loud, and hard to breathe. At first you feel scared, then completely terrified, then there is nothing at all. You don’t recognize anyone around as you can’t really see their faces, you only see a flicker of green and then it kind of blows out as a candle. You don’t want to be here, but you try to consentrace, thinking what if this is very important, what if you can prevent something and the next minute you are in some other place. You feel everything shaking and once you open your eyes, you see the God of Mischeif himself, being thrown by somebody on a dusty, dirty ground, his face all bloody, skin pale, body not moving. When you realise he is actually dead, you snap out of your vision.

As you’re back in the kitchen, you take a gasping breath, feeling your throat tighten so you put your hand on it, before ripping it away from him. Loki’s expression looks suprised and worried, you wish to hug him and never let go.

«What did you see?» he asks quietly, studying your eyes as tears appear in them.

Not thinking that you can answer him in any way, struggling to breathe, you quickly walk away to the balcony for some fresh air. In a minute, you hear him walk in behind you, offering some water that you gladly take.

«Are you alright?» he wonders, after you finish the drink. You shake your head «no», putting the glass on the little table.

«Loki, I…» you know you can’t tell him what you saw, the course of the future is so imprecise that it might not even be true, «You have to promise not to go anywhere.»

«Whatever do you mean?» you see him furrow his brows.

«No missions. Just…Promise you’ll stay here.» you plead, your voice shaking.

«Why?» his voice is soft as he comes closer to you.

«Because, I can’t…I don’t…Don’t wanna part with you…» the tears stream down your face as you look away into the distance of the night.

«You have me. I am right here.» his fingers whisk your tears away, barely touching the skin. His words make you feel dizzy.

«Promise me.»

«Fine. I promise.» he says what you need to hear, «So demanding.»

That makes you chuckle as you hug your arms to stop your body from shivering out of fear.

«Will you be alright, if I touch you again?» he tilts his head, waiting for an answer.

You just nod, not wanting to lie. Loki moves one of his hand to cup your face, thumb gently brushing the skin. The feel of him on you is something else, making you quietly hum in pleasure, making you want to close your eyes and give in to all of him. You don’t, as you can’t stop looking in his eyes, almost hypnotized as he shortens the distance between your bodies, unsure to give in himself, but when you cover his hand with your palm, trying to show that you want this, want him, you feel his slightly cold lips on yours in an instant. And suddenly, everything is alright: all your doubts, all your worries, fears, or unnecassary thoughts, they dissapear, he makes them go away as if they were never there. You can taste the chocolate on his mouth and with the way he kisses you, steady and gentle, like the two of you are just getting to know each other, there is this warm feeling rising in your chest, the warmest thing you have ever felt in your life, which is pretty ironic as the god is a cold person. But it doesn’t matter, nothing matters, when you get to feel his hands on your face, when you get to touch him as well, moving your arms from his back to his waist, when your kiss grows more passionate as he slips his tongue in your mouth. Moaning, you grip onto his shirt, not getting enough of him. Soon after that he lets you go, your foreheads touching, both of you breathing faster than usual.

«I will not leave you.» he breaks the silence, «You have my word, love.»

Weakly smiling, you wrap your arms around him as he holds you. You close your eyes and try to convince yourself that it isn’t a lie, that he will be okay, that you believe him, because you love him with all your heart.

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Arabian Knight

Hey friends, this week we will be looking at the mysterious and iconic T.E. Lawrence. Lawrence has been romanticized as this great figure in history for his exploits in exploration, archaeology, and rebellions. So, with summer coming up pretty close, I thought it would be neat to take us to the blazing hot desert of the Middle East.

Thomas Edward Lawrence was born in Wales in 1888 to the unmarried Sarah Junner and Thomas Chapman. Junner was a Scottish governess Chapman was an Anglo-Irish nobleman who eventually rose in rank. A year after T.E. was born, his family moved to Scotland in 1889, the same year his brother William George was born. The same year, the family moved to the town of Dinard located in Brittany, France. In 1896, the family moved to Oxford, England where Lawrence started his professional education in history at Jesus College. He graduated in 1910 where he was hired by the British Museum working as an archaeologist. He would often work in Carchemish (Karkemish) located in Ottoman Syria. When the Great War broke out in 1914, Lawrence volunteered for the army and was stationed in Egypt. In 1916, he was reassigned to do intelligence work in the Arabian Peninsula. This began Lawrence’s covert career against the Ottoman Empire.

What Lawrence is most known for during his time in the Arabian Peninsula was helping revolutionary leaders of the Arab Revolt. The Arab Revolt was a revolution based on what British and Middle Eastern leaders established as a single Arabic state stretching from Aleppo, Syria to Aden, Yemen. If the revolt were to succeed against the Ottoman Empire, the British would formally recognize the territory as an independent nation. Lawrence was sent to Hejaz to interview the would-be leader Sharif Hussein’s sons to find who would lead the revolt. Out of his three sons, Faisal was best suited for the job. Faisal and Lawrence’s relationship bloomed soon after. Lawrence received word that would eventually be replaced, but due to miscommunication, Lawrence’s replacement did not show up on time. As a result of this delay, the two men strategized how they could best use Arab forces to prevent the Ottomans from taking railways in Syria that would surround Medina, located in the southern part of the peninsula. When the replacement came, Faisal objected to the British command. Faisal suggested that his replacement be sent somewhere else and that Lawrence stayed under his command. The wish was granted, and the two men served with each other until the end of the war in 1918. The two would work on several different missions together stopping the Ottoman Empire from devastating more of the British lines and spreading the Arab revolt.

His guerilla tactics led to many legends about Lawrence, who would later be known as Lawrence of Arabia. As part of his exploits aside from guerrilla tactics, was a 300-mile journey to recruit and warn Arabs about the Ottoman threat. In 1917, on route to Aqaba located in Jordan, he stopped in various towns in Syria to tell Arab villages to not attack the Ottomans until Faisal gave them the word. As part of his instructions to the Arabs in the Jordanian town of Azraq outside of Damascus, Syria, he destroyed a bridge the Ottomans used. The destruction of the bridge created a diversion for the Arabs and showing how guerilla warfare was used became a powerful example for the British. Lawrence was considered to receive the Victoria Cross which is considered the most prestigious award in England. However, his consideration was past on and he received a companionship in the Order of Bath (still prestigious as heck though). He was also promoted to Major. His years in Middle Eastern Theatre served as the majority for his fame. In the wilds and desert of the Middle East, stories of Lawrence riding around on camels, living with Arab rebels, and dawning the garb of an Arabian mystified and enamored the world. When the war ended, he became romanticized and toured around the world giving lectures of what he learned.

Aside from lectures at Madison Square Garden discussing the life he lived in the Middle East, work still had to be done. He served in the British Foreign Office during the post-war activity. He received word that Faisal had asked him to be a part of his delegation during the Paris Peace Conference in 1919. While in-route back to the Middle East, his flight from Italy to Egypt crashed, in Italy. The pilots were killed, but Lawrence only received a broken shoulder and ribs. While hospitalized he was visited by King Emmanuel III of Italy. His work to promote and secure a British-backed the Arabian state became fruitless. While regions like the Hejaz became temporarily independent, much of the Middle East after the fall of the Ottoman Empire either went to European powers. A good portion of Yemen in the southern peninsula fell under British rule, while Arabia and Oman were somewhat independent. Unfortunately, various tribespeople would wage war against each other and did so until a unified Saudi Arabia emerged.

With the idea of a fallen Arabian Peninsula put down by those who promoted it, Lawrence still served the foreign office diligently. During this time, he would work closely with American Lowell Thomas.

Thomas was a journalist who became great friends with Lawrence. He and Lawrence promoted the culture and history of the Middle East by creating a photographic show detailing how exotic the countries Lawrence visited were. This is what launched Lawrence into fame, and possibly (I hate to say this) caused him to talk himself up in public. He would wear clothing such as Bedouin robes while regaling his tales. Many people in England began to fantasize of how wondrous places such as Syria, Jordan, and Arabia must be from the stories that Lawrence told. While he did the show on the side, he would eventually land himself working alongside Winston Churchill doing colonial work for the foreign office. Despite working for a man who would later become prime minister of England, Lawrence hated the bureaucratic work he did. While doing this, he had earned a bad reputation in France for his opinion of French colonialism in Syria. The rumor in France was that Lawrence was a notorious Francophobe that encouraged the Syrians to rise up and take arms against the French. This was not the case. Lawrence loved France. By 1922, Lawrence decided that he would join the Royal Air Force (RAF) under the alias of John Hume Ross.

The goal for Lawrence was to become a pilot. He was interviewed by Flying Officer W. E. Johns who would later create the Biggles novel series (I have never heard of these, but we all love fun facts). Johns was suspicious of Lawrence and had assumed that the Ross name was falsified. He dismissed Lawrence, who later confessed that he had forged papers along with the name. Later, Johns would send word to recruit Lawrence into the RAF. He was in the RAF for roughly a year, where he was dismissed due to falsifying his information. This led to another attempt at changing his identity. He went from John Hume Ross to T. E. Shaw which was super creative. No, not really. Under Shaw, he joined the Royal Tank Corps in 1923 where he was unhappy. By 1925, he was back and accepted within the RAF. During a short tenure with the RAF, he published his autobiography, Revolt in the Desert, based on his experiences in the Middle Eastern Theatre with the Arab Revolt. Due to his knowledge, the RAF moved him to the Pakistani region of British India. He was in this area from 1925 to 1928 where he had to return to Britain after rumors circulated around him helping locals break free from the British.

Once he returned from British India, he served various RAF posts around England. This never amounted to much, but he kept serving Britain diligently through his military services. Two months after he retired from military service in 1935, he was leaving his home in Dorset, England on a motorbike where he swerved away from two young men riding their motorbikes. He landed headfirst on the side of the road. Six days later, T. E. Lawrence passed away. At his funeral, mourners included Winston and Clementine Churchill, T. E’s brother Arnold, the first female member of the British parliament Lady Astor, and author E. M. Foster. Though his death was a surprise too many, it led to many surprising legacies. While Lawrence was survived through his legends in the Middle East, there is a unique remembrance to him that is used every day. One of the doctors who cared for him during the six days after the accident later created the Motorcycle helmet. Aside from the helmet, Lawrence wrote books such as The Mint and Seven Pillars of Wisdom. While many people helped form the literary mind of Lawrence, the one author that stuck out to me the most was Joseph Conrad. Conrad wrote The Heart of Darkness which was non-fiction based on Conrad’s adventure into the Congo. The book is a scathing inditement of how poorly the Belgians treated the Congolese. Literature is great, but his life was also made into a 1962 movie titled Lawrence of Arabia where Peter O’Toole (who was a tool, in my opinion) portrayed him. Now to end this long tirade of fanboying. I have never seen the movie, which is a three-hour journey through the desert. My grandfather has; he saw it in his youth. The reaction my grandpa had was along the lines of, “I left the theatre in a hurry so I could get a drink of water. It looked so hot and dusty.” While T. E. Lawrence had lived a long and dangerous life, it is shrouded in mystery whether he just boasted lies or whether these heroics were true. To me, Lawrence will always be a unique and romanticized figure despite what has been said.

“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.” – T. E. Lawrence

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candy-is-my-drug · 6 years

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I’ve think I know who rA9 is.

Now as crazy as it sounds I think I’ve figured it out. The R stands for the RK series. Which surprisingly if you notice are all prototypes including Markus, who is a RK200 I believe. Then you have Connor who is an RK800. Both of them showed signs of deviancy but with Connor it depends on the players input on whether or not he is. The nine stands for when Kamski left according to the game. Nine years ago. Meaning he created the RK series to be deviants since he left Cyberlife.

(However if you think about it all the androids are deviants to begin with. They were everything a human isn’t. The image and proof of perfection. But everything has to have a fault. Because nothing can become perfect if the human race have anything to do with it or accosiated to the cause.)

Sorry for sidetracking but with the theory. If the RK series were prototypes and Cyberlife were unsure of their signs of deviancy then there is a reasons why they gave the prototypes to the people they did.

If Markus became deviant and attacked Carl the president would blame the androids and they would all be killed because it shows not everyone is safe. When Connor was trusted with Hank I believe the goverment were trying to either blame Connor/Cyberlife for the RK800 deviancy or catch him out as an alcoholic who wasn’t cut out for being a cop.

Throughout the game there are booklets you can collect as trophies. One of them: says is your android spying on you? I believe this is in reference to Connor. Hank was a decorated officer and the goverment wanted to know why he stopped being that officer other than the death of his son. By using Connor if the mission failed they would send in the new prototype to take over as the RK900 would be more advanced.

Kamski would of most likely tried the test on the prototypes of the RK series to make sure they showed signs of deviancy before they were issued out. And by signs of deviancy I mean human emotions. Being a carer Markus was the most likely prototype to show affection which is why his love for north was inevitable.

With Connor it’s different. I believe the human emotions he showed most predominantly were compassion and bravery. When he learned of Hank’s son Cole you notice he deeply respects Hank and doesn’t ask him about it because he knows that it would be a difficult conversation. Although many of you may believe he did this because he knew Hank would most likely shoot him or something like that, Connor had the option to ask about the Russian Roulette Hank had been playing. This shows his caring side towards Hank and when learning about his son he doesn’t talk about it until the end of the game.

His bravery, if Markus doesn’t kill him, comes from wanting to infiltrate the Cyberlife tower. When Connor becomes deviant you would think any android showing signs of deviancy would be terrified of going back in fear that they may be reassembled and unknowing of their life during deviancy. He choses to do this so that androids have the upper hand against the war. As Markus so rightly says it would be suicide. Yet Connor still does it for his kind. Showing not only his loyalty but his bravery for his people.

When Hank questions Connor on what his son’s name was, when Connor replies with Cole you can hear the compassion in his voice which is what makes him human. So if you think about it the deviancy logically it is an evolutionary step for both human and androids.

Which is where rA9 comes in. RK series all prototypes and all destined to become deviants. Kamski designed the RK series to be rA9. Because rA9 isn’t a person it’s a group of deviants from the RK series. They were the founders of Jericho which is why Markus is able to persuade everyone so easily. Connor not so much. The RK series was most likely made from the bottom so the first deviant would of been RK000. The Chloe’s that Kamski has are the first andrioids ever. Prototypes in my eyes because you never see them other than with Kamski.

Chloe on the main menu was the first android to ‘wake up.’ Which is why she was reset and then taken by Kamski in order to realise her full potential. The ones that don’t wake up are most likely shot by police androids when tested to see if they are human or not. Hence why he only has three left if you exclude the one on the main menu.

RK stands for the r in rA9.

A stands for are

9 stands for the nine letters in evolution and when Kamski first started making deviants.

RK are Evolution.

The RK series are everything you need. A carer, a leader, a son, a dedicated police officer. They start the revolution because they are Evolutionary. They are rA9.

I don’t know if this is correct or not but I’m hoping it’s a good theory because this has been sitting on my mind for weeks.

#dbh #detroit become human #detroit: bh #markus #ra9 theory #ra9chloe #ra9 #dbh connor #dbh hank #cyberlife #kamski #carl dbh #fan theory #dbh markus #dbh jericho #dbh north #quantic dream #theory

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transparentpeanutdragon · 6 years

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Learning Lotor | 2.5k [Read on Ao3]

At the end of the war Keith sees in Lotor what Shiro saw in him.

There’s no way he can let him rot in a prison cell after that. --- Or, Keith finally gets to know Lotor a little, having missed his opportunity to do so while he was away from the team. The results are unexpected, for both parties.

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It takes years to quell the Galra. It takes a week to get Lotor to trial. By then, everyone is eager to have one of the biggest threats to the new, fragile peace in the universe gone.

The ship transporting him from Holding and to Intergalactic Court must be secure. There can be no greater comfort, no greater security, than the capable lions of Voltron for the job.

Unfortunately, no amount of insistence on their busy schedules, nor assurances in allied forces and other strong assets is enough to convince them. That’s how Keith finds himself taking a week from the team, just to transport Lotor, incarcerated in a pod, via the Black Lion.

He was never there to bond with Lotor. He never got to work alongside him, or plan with him like the others did. No broken bread, no formalities or introductions. He’d been on the outskirts all along with the Blade of Marmora. Unintentionally becoming Voltrons Ace in the Hole in the end.

He never thought about how confused their opponents must have been about it-- About how Voltron had still been formed successfully despite taking out Shiro,-- Until he meets with Lotor to transport him for the first time, and his expression changes minutely.

His brows raise, his eyes widen-- Not in surprise, but in recognition. No doubt in bits and pieces, in waiting carefully behind the cell to see who was it , if not Takashi Shirogane.

Maybe he remembers him as the random blade operative at the Kral Zera, crashing into him mid-jump. He looks like he wants to open his mouth, full of scorn, address him not by his name but as You and bleed all his secrets dry-- Each one containing his demise. Each one the reason he is here today.

And yet, he says nothing.

“I always wondered why the current Paladins armor did not match their Lions.” Lotor croaks, his voice nothing of the smooth and liquid textile it was the last time he heard it. It shocks Keith from his daze, making him jump a little more in his seat than he’d like to admit.

Quickly, Lotors clears his throat and starts coughing. Adjusting. It’s been three days since they started their trip, but who knows how many more since he’d actually spoken. It’s oddly scarier like that, knowing Lotors mouth is his most dangerous weapon.

Keith reminds himself that Lotors Pod comes equipped with a Muzzle, if he needs it.

His brain supplies him that he won’t be talking to anyone for quite some time soon, either.

“Your Green and Yellow Paladins, they match just fine. Just like the paladins of old. But your Blue and Black Paladins-- And then Allura, in Pink. I never quite got around to asking about it.”

And then there’s you.” He pauses, drawing in a breath. Keith adjusts his hands on Blacks controls, and feels the Lion coaxing him gently in his mind.

And then there’s me, He thinks.

The air grows still with Lotors admission, and stiller with Keith’s silence. If Lotor is used to fulfilling and exceeding expectations of others, then Keith is used to fulfilling and exceeding expectation of himself. He doesn’t Have to answer.

Lotor seems to get the hint, and continues. “Might there be a story there?” He asks. “It’s such a small inconsistency, really. Dull even, one might think, in a grander perspective. Perhaps it was just preferential, but it couldn’t help but bother me, for some reason.

“I thought initially, the Red Armor might simply be preserved. It was, after all, originally belonging to King Alfor, who Allura could only give so many respects to. Perhaps his armor was one of them. But then I later would find the armor you wear now, hanging on display, awaiting another wearer. No casket near, no ceremonial Altean respects decorating it. Nothing.”

“Primitive Humans might simply lack the proper coronial receptors, I thought-

-And then..”

“There’s me.” Keith interrupted, not needing any of Lotors preambles to know where this was heading.

“And then you came along.” Lotor confirmed.

“If you’re wondering how many-”

“No.” Lotor interrupts now, and then coughs again. Keith holds steady to his Lion, their connection strong, and keeps his eyes ahead on their environment. “I seek not battle strategies, or winning secrets. I have been incarcerated for pheebs. Do not make a fool out of me.” His voices seethes with indignation, the frown escaping his lips and into his voice.

“Then what are you asking for?” Keith snaps.

“A story.”

It’s such a simple answer it makes Keith stop, for a minute. The immediate, obvious response, is that this is just what Lotor wants. And then Blacks reminds him, a gentle calm in his mind, that he’s there too. Keith stays silent, and thinks it over.

This is, essentially, the last conversations Lotor will ever have. He goes over every detail of the story in his mind, looking for anything valuable besides what the Galra already know. That they are from Earth. That they are of the same species. That they are close. All things known. Not new by any stretch.

The only thing Lotor doesn’t know, is him. Personally. And there’s no real way to take advantage of that. Not when that person is Keith Kogane.

“We did match, at one point.” He starts.

There’s a tentative pause, after that. An interested, “ Oh ?” Like Lotor is licking the words up. He wonders if his governess deprived him of bedtime stories. What made him so thirsty for even trivial knowledge, like this.

“Pidge, Lance, Hunk, Shiro-- And Me. None of us even knew Aliens existed until about seven pheebs ago. We were all shot into space at once, thrust into the war and became paladins. Originally, I was chosen by the Red Lion. Lance was chosen by Blue.” Keith shrugs in his seat, though Lotor cannot see it. “Things happened. I left the team before they allied with you.”

“And you came back-- After the alliance broke?” Lotor asks, like he’s trying to grasp air. Like details are the bane of his existence, angry for the answers he does not have. Keith decides right then and there that it was all worth it, to be the trump card. Voltrons Ace in the Hole. To be the unexpected answer that caused him so many problems. To be once forgotten, and now never more important. To know he is the cause of all Lotor’s failure, right then there. Keith decides right then, that he likes it.

His hands leave the controls, his cockpit seat swinging back and swirling around to face Lotor, dead on. “No,” He says, assured. Calm. Mouth a smirk to meet Lotor’s scowl. “I came back before it broke, to break it myself.”

Lotor pieces more and more of it together as Keith talks, and Keith talks like an informal dictionary. He cites mission dates for Lotor to chart star maps to. He gives names like he should give identification numbers. Slowly, in the middle of the two weeks, Lotor learns a What. Not a Who.

Keith thought that was what he wanted.

“You’re… Galra.” Lotors breath is audible through his security pod. His voice says First Fireworks and New Life and World Wonders. When Keith turns to look back at him in his pod, his face matches, and he doesn’t know how to feel about that.

He’d been in the middle of changing his armor. His helmet heavy on his shoulders, his suit in need of cleaning. His face was bright and uncovered, unlike the rest of his body.

“How can you tell?” Keith asked tentatively.

“Your eyes.” Lotor answers reverently. Nears towards the glass like Keith is a specimen captured, rather than he himself. “I was ordained with information during my time with the rest of your team. Your species does not naturally exhibit hues of that color in the Iris.”

“And?” Keith says, almost defensively.

“It’s beautiful.”

It catches him off guard, is what it does. Sends his skin prickling, his mind questioning. After a moment he turns with resolution, reaching for the controls on Lotor’s pod,-- “Wait!” Keith stops. His hand hovers over the controls. Lotor continues, “Violet is the most prominent hue of our people. Yet even in known hybrids, does it rarely end up in our eyes. Usually it infects the skin, the nails. The hair. I did not mean any offense.” Keith sighs, lowering his hand. “You mean your species.” Keith corrects, and Lotors face crumples into something not disdain, nor anger. Sympathy? Empathy? It’s… sentimental, of a sort. Keith tries to turn away, his Helmet too far from his skin now.

“On Earth, it’s not rare for orphans to have defects.” To be broken. To be freaks. To be doomed from birth. Keith rezips his suit, and dons his helmet.turns his back to Lotor. “There’s nothing rare about it.”

“On Daibazaal, we believed that our lightened eyes were meant to guide us towards it. That those without were unlucky. Yet to receive it. I’m not speaking on behalf of the Galra.”

Keith turns then, locking eyes with Lotor once more beyond his visor. “Then who’s half are you speaking on?”

“My own.”

Lotor places a long gloved hand over the glass in front of him. Keith is confused.

“Our species is complex. Resilient. Advanced. Most hybrids are rare to begin with, and do not breed well. Outcasted for existing alone. I was no different. Beauty is not a color, paladin. It is a difference. A strength brought on from it.” For a moment, Keith stares in dawning comprehension. He’s calling him beautiful not because he’s galra, not because he’s a hybrid, but because of how he is, who is, in order to be despite it. That his eyes signify that. Lotor isn’t the first to compliment them, but he’s definitely the first to phrase it like that . And Keith hates the way it captivates his attention for a moment. And that one moment turns out to be all Lotor needs to notice yet another thing about him. His brows raising, his expression becoming more endeared than admiring.

“Oh my,” He says, “Is that a blush?” Keith's hand shoots out and taps the controls quicker than he can breathe, causing a dark veil to cover the glass cell holding Lotor, blinding him. Behind it, a joyed charmed laughter comes fourth, and Keith quickly makes his way back to Blacks chair, trying to tune it out.

“Did you just-” Lotor chuckles. Keith's ears burn inside his helmet. “Did you just blind me, to hide your face ?”

It is the last day of their journey together. And now Keith knows why his team hates him. It’s because they like him. And it hurts, to like someone who is not up to any good.

And now, he’s beginning to like him too.

“You’re awfully small, for a half breed.”

He regrets saying anything at all. Black is a steady support inside of his mind, kneading biscuits into his back mentally. Lotors voice, however, is a little bit louder.

“It’s aggravating in one way. That someone of such small stature should defeat his larger brethren. In another way-- It’s cute.”

It’s clear now, more than ever, he was never planning to escape. He never fooled himself into thinking he could. He’s just having fun with his last weeks before his inevitable life sentence. And Keith, humiliatingly, has been exploited for that fun. It’s a small price to pay in the long run, he tells himself. But it’s steadily getting harder to not respond to than Lance himself, and he finds himself watching the estimated time ‘till coordinates reached with anticipation.

But his cheeks are burning again, and he’s not cruel enough to keep Lotor blinded forever. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep this up. Until Lotor says,

“I was the same way.”

It derails Keith's attention perfectly, to his chagrin. “How?” He asks, unable to keep the wonder out of his voice. Lotor is at least 8 feet tall. There’s no way he was ever stuck at this height.

“Alteans don’t reach much bigger heights than humans, I’m afraid. My father's genes just happened to be particularly dominant, I suppose. They kicked in after a couple extra years, and some particularly brusque environments. Perhaps yours will too.”

Keith rolls his eyes. “Environments like quintessence camps?”

Lotor chuckles, laughing off the remark. “Environments like communities. Comfortable ones, enriched with copious contact. Since our species is so aggressive, being raised to battle, from battle, it actually activates growth hormones. I heard that your species activates those same hormones from similar, but less aggressive practices.”

Oh. Well. That explained a lot. Keith groaned. “I think I got into more fistfights than hugs when I was a kid. And we’re not supposed to fight.”

“I’m not telling you to seek more conflict. You want to grow into more a human, rather than more of a Galra, don’t you?”

“I-” Keith stops short, unsure if he knows exactly what Lotor is implying now. “But you just said you-”

“I know what I said. And quite frankly, I would’ve proffered the less violent route as the other half of my heritage would have it been. I had not affection nor much kindness in my rearing either, after all.”

“You’re telling me if I want to be taller… I just need to.. Ask for more hugs?”

“Yes. Although I think it might be better to ask for them because you want them, rather than to become a little taller.”

Keith's eyes widened at that, his face pinkening at the call out. “I, No, I have-” He sputtered. This was embarrassing. “I have-”

“Not enough, from what I can see.” Says Lotor, Close . Closer than he’s ever been before. Right in Keiths ear.

The breath on his skin is a death fortune that Keith can’t move fast enough for, sure he’ll see god before he can turn around in time to face Lotor.

And somehow he does.

In the time Keith takes to brandish his sword and get up and out of his chair, Lotor uses it to pull off his helmet and take Keiths unarmed hand-- and pull it close, close and closer, until they’re chest to chest.

And instead of a hit, a jab, a knee, or a strangle, Lotors arms pull at his back until their chests are flushed. And there is nothing aggressive about it.

He could stab him, right now. He could end Lotor right there, if need be. And yet, he’s frozen once more. Confused again, as Lotor gentles him into a more comfortable position.

“There we are,” He says, no longer constrained or muffled by his glass prison. Smooth and practiced from the weeks journey on board the Black Lion. One of his hands trails up and down the small of his back, exposed and without armor, sending Keith comfortable shivers up and down his spine, trying to relax him.

Lotor could just as easily pick up his bayard, his marmora blade, and end him here too, if he wanted. And yet, Keith remains still. Unsure if he wants to anymore.

“This ought to help you stand a little taller, hm?” He says, and when Keith looks up, Lotors eyes eagerly turn towards his own, devouring.

Lotor spends the remainder of the time with him outside his portable holding cell, and when that time is up, he goes right back in. No questions, no objections. No fights or pleas out. He goes willingly. Keith fixes the broken mechanism Lotor used to escape it. He delivers Lotor to his Court to remain incarcerated until trial.

When that trial comes, Keith is there to testify on his behalf.

The rest of his team is shocked and upset. But Lotor gets out with a lighter sentence, provided with mandatory therapy and the possibility to not spend fifty whole years if he behaves better. He’s allowed to take him out on visits, and slowly, he becomes better at learning Lotor. And Lotor comes to learn the ace in the hole.

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