I'm also SmolValkyrie on Ao3! Resident Beef Dad. 25/Bi/Cis/She/Her. Currently writing whatever my stupid little brain feels like writing. All of my works will be cross-posted to Ao3. NOT a Kink Blog, but I write sick/injury fics a lot.
can we talk about how daisuke can have the worldâs best and finest chefs at his beck and call and yet the one whoâs shown him the best food is haru, like
haru introduced daisuke to instant ramen âŚ.
and daisuke turned around and created kambe noodle
then after daisuke had his little tantrum about natto (his most hated enemy), haru made him the katou family special
and daisuke returned home to show off his new favorite dish
what iâm trying to say is theyâre gay ur honor for all the food daisukeâs money can afford him, nothing compares to a meal from haru
Everyone keeps talking about Saeki with her arms full of guns in episode 10 but what about episode 9 when she was straight up ready to beat up the entirety of Division 1 with a fire extinguisher đ¤§đĽş
Love is the death of duty, and duty is the death of love.
Something I realized while watching Season 6: Jon embodies the first saying, and Daenerys the second.
True, Jon stayed with the Nightâs Watch when heâd rather stay with his family. When it comes to romantic love, though, he was willing to go against his vows for Ygritte (their circumstances certainly permitted it to happen too).
With Dany and Daario, though, Dany chose duty. As Queen, she didnât want to bring a lover to Westeros, even though she knew Daario loved her. The thing that got me, though, is that she said she âfelt nothingâ when she told him she was leaving him. She only thought of getting to Westeros and taking her throne.
Jon Snow chose love over duty; Dany chose duty over love.
I only wish D&D had explored their choices, but of course they didnât. If they had even thought about Jon Snowâs character and Danyâs they wouldnât have had Dany die at Jonâs hands.
Dany wouldâve killed Jon. Or, at least tried to kill him. Maybe she did love him, but once she found out he was the rightful heir to the throne, the part of her mind that prioritizes her (perceived) duty to the iron throne should have taken over.
And Jon never would have killed Dany. Itâs dishonorable, and, above all else, he loved her. For Jon, romantic love trumps duty when it comes down to it. Maybe if Dany did threaten his sisters, heâd reconsider (but heâd still be acting out of familial love).
Anyway, this is just a long way of saying I wish D&D hadnât screwed up 7 seasons of character development for a shocking end.
Summary:Â As the Blue Paladin, the guardian spirit of water, Lance found it kind of ironic that he was drowning.
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This was hiding in my google docs from a LONG time ago, like years. Just a good old-fashioned Voltron whump fic! I'm not sure if I'll write Voltron fics outside of my Spider-Man AU, so this might be it for me. Regardless, I hope you guys enjoy!Â
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The mission had started off simple enough: scout the new planet, negotiate an alliance with the natives, yada yada yada.
Naturally, the Galra had already been there, and had taken control of the natives' resources, so it was up to team Voltron to fix everything. As the team's sharpshooter, Lance had hung back, taking out Galra that were about to attack the others. A few of them had snuck up on him, and Lance had been overpowered.
Of course it's me that gets captured, I'm always getting myself into these kinds of situations where everyone else has to save my sorry ass.
They'd taken his helmet offâno communicationsâand dragged him to the top of a cliff. Lance could see a lake at the bottom. Across it were the lions. He could see his teammates in front of them, weapons at the ready even though they were too far away to do any good. Negotiations began to take place, rather, the Galra began shouting at the Paladins. Nothing much, just the general "We have your Paladin, surrender the lions or else, we're better than you, blah blah blah..." He even threw Lance's helmet down into the lake. Lance couldn't give less of a shit. He just wanted out of these cuffs.
Then, Shiro shouted something back, probably something brave and heroic. Lance couldn't really hear over his heart beating in his ears. The Galran commander growled, and then Lance was hauled up by his hair.
"Geez, going straight for the hai- ARGH!â The commander slapped him. There was more shouting from the commander, and from Shiro, and then Lance was being dragged to the edge of the cliff.
"Hey, c'mon guys, why can't we talk this over, I-I mean, for real..." Lance lost his voice as he gazed down at the lake. His toes were at the edge of the cliff, the rest of his body hovering precariously above it. The only thing keeping him from dropping was the grip the Galran commander had on his cuffs.
"Obey my orders, or else the blue one dies!"
Please just do what he's asking, don't say anything stupid-
"LET HIM GO!" Shiro sounded beyond furious.
"Poor choice of words," the commander muttered, just loud enough that Lance could hear.
Lance locked eyes with Shiro before he dropped.
He couldn't stop the scream that ripped out of his throat. As he fell, he heard his teammates shouting, and a lion roaring.
Blue, he thought before he hit the water.
Any breath Lance had left was knocked out of him by the force of his body hitting the surface of the water. Naturally, he tried to suck in more air, but only got more water in his lungs as a result. His lungs would try to cough out the water, but he would only take in more. Lance tried in vain to kick to the surface, but he couldn't tell which way was up anymore.
His vision was going dark around the edges. His kicks were getting weaker. His lungs burned. Lance halfheartedly tugged at the cuffs around his wrists before falling still. Ironic , he thought. The guardian spirit of water dies by drowning.
Lance couldn't stop his eyes sliding shut.
******
As soon as Lance fell, Shiro and Keith dove into the water. Pidge would've too, if Hunk hadn't been holding her back. It took all of Hunk's willpower to not let her go and jump in as well, but someone had to stay with the lions.
"Pidge, Pidge, calm down, please, they're gonna get him, he'll be okay." Hunk held onto her until she stopped struggling.
"But, Lance, he's-" Pidge cut herself off, gazing at the lake with a horrified expression. Hunk felt the familiar twist of anxiety in his gut. "He'll be okay," he said, unsure if he was reassuring Pidge or himself.
******
Keith could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He was swimming as quickly as possible, but he knew there was no way he and Shiro could get to the other side of the lake in time. If only they had a jet ski, orâ
"JETPACKS!" Keith shouted. He activated his booster pack, and shot through the water. Shiro didn't say anything, but he too activated his booster pack.
Keith squinted through the murky water. The screen on his helmet helped him a little, and soon it picked up on something blue and white. "Lance?" he asked. He swam over, finding Lance's helmet. "Oh god."
"Is he...?"
"No, Shiro, it's just...his helmet." Keith couldn't remember the last time he'd sounded so broken. Maybe when his dad died.
"I've got him!" Shiro shouted.
Keith broke for the surface immediately. He spotted Shiro about twenty feet away, supporting an unconscious Lance with one arm, the other treading water. Keith shot over to him.
"Keith I need you to propel us to land. Can you do that?" Shiro sounded worried, which didn't go unnoticed by Keith. He nodded, grabbed Shiro by the shoulders, and activated his booster pack, sending them straight to shore.
Shiro dragged Lance onto land. He turned him onto his chest, and Keith used his bayard to cut through the cuffs. It was only then that Keith realized Lance's chest wasn't moving.
"Oh my god, Shiro, he's not breathing."
Shiro turned Lance onto his back and began compressions. He breathed into Lance's mouth twice, then resumed compressions.
"C'mon, Lance. Breathe for me."
Another two breaths.
"Dammit Lance, breathe!"
Keith sunk to his knees.
Two more breaths.
More compressions.
"Please...just breathe for me," Shiro whispered.
He kept up compressions, and was about to give up when Lance's eyes snapped open. Keith, relieved, let out a short laugh. Shiro had a small smile on his face
Their relief was short-lived, as Lance began coughing up water. Shiro turned him on his side. "'Atta boy, Lance. Get it all out," he said as he rubbed Lance's back.
Keith was horrified at the amount of water coming out of his friend.
When the water finally subsided, Lance rolled onto his back, gulping in precious air. All three of them sat there for a minute, panting.
"How're you feeling, Lance? Anything hurting?" Shiro placed a hand on Lance's shoulder.
"Lungs...ribs...bad..." Lance said between shallow breaths.
"Yeah, I know. The ribs were probably my fault, sorry."
"S'kay...Keith...why're...cryin?"
Keith wiped at his eyes, surprised to find tears. "I was worried about you, you idiot. I thought you were dead!" He sniffled, and avoided eye contact with Lance.
Lance frowned. "M'sorry."
"No, you have nothing to be sorry for." Keith grabbed one of his hands. "We should've covered you better in the first place."
"M'sorry..."
Keith bit back an impatient remark. "It's okay, Lance. You didn't do anything wrong." He gathered the courage to look Lance in the eye again, and was surprised to see blue eyes swimming in tears. "Lance? Are you okay?"
Lance gave a weak sniff. "That was scary."
"I know, buddy. I'm sorry you had to go through that. We're going to get you to the castle now. Coran and Allura are setting up a pod for you." Shiro moved to pick up Lance. "I'm going to lift you up now. This might hurt your ribs, so I'm sorry in advance."
Shiro slid his arms under Lance's knees and upper back, and pulled him into his lap. He froze when Lance whimpered in pain. "I know, I'm sorry." He stood up slowly, grimacing every time Lance cried out.
The walk back to the lions was torturous for the three of them. Every step Shiro took jostled Lance's ribs, and soon he had tears streaming down his face. Every choked sob that came from him made Shiro hold him a little tighter. Shiro wished they could go at a faster pace, but he didn't want to risk hurting Lance more. Keith had stopped crying, but he could feel a lump in his throat every time Lance made a pained sound.
Meeting up with Pidge and Hunk didn't help. Both of them looked incredibly worried, and seeing Lance didn't seem to help. Shiro instructed them to get in their lions and head back to the castle, he would take care of Lance.
Keith tried in vain to clear his throat, but he could still feel the lump. "I'll make sure Blue heads back." Shiro nodded. Keith didn't realize he still had Lance's helmet in his hand until he reached Red's cockpit.
Shiro made his way into his lion. He laid Lance down as gently as he could on the floor of the cockpit. "I'm sorry there's not much else I can do for you. I'll take it slow." Lance murmured his assent and closed his eyes. Shiro was worried that he was going to pass out, but he figured that even if he did, he'd be fine until they got to the castle.
Lift-off was rough; the vibrations in the cockpit made Lance whimper. Shiro's eyebrows creased with concern, but he kept focusing on getting into the air, back to the castle. He saw Red fly past him. Blue wasn't too far behind.
Lance groaned from the back of the cockpit. The black lion's flight had smoothed out, but he was still clearly in pain.
"We're almost there, buddy. Just hang in there," Shiro said.
They couldn't get to the castle soon enough. Once he landed, Shiro scooped up Lance and walked as quickly as he dared towards the med bay. He didn't like the way Lance's eyes were glazed over with pain. The other paladins flanked him, asking both him and Lance questions.
"How is he?" Pidge had tears in her eyes.
"You okay, Lance?" Hunk's eyes were teary as well.
"Don't worry, we're almost done." Keith tentatively patted Lance's knee in what he hoped was a comforting manner.
Somewhere in all the hustle and bustle, Lance had begun to cry again. "Hurts," he would choke out. He was completely out of it from the pain and exhaustion of his ordeal. Occasionally, an "M'sorry," would slip out, which made everyone's heart clench.
"Oh my." Allura strode over to Lance, a solemn look on her features. "We need to get him in the healing pod immediately."
Coran helped Shiro wrestle Lance into the pod. He kept reaching for Shiro and crying "Don't leave me" in the most pitiful voice any of them had heard.
"Just a few vargas, Lance. Then you'll be fit to fight a Flexlat." Coran's voice held none of its usual enthusiasm.
The glass slid up over Lance, and the room was silent, for the most part. Pidge, Hunk, and Keith were all sniffling. Shiro slid to the floor in front of Lance's pod, holding his head in his hands. Allura knelt next to him.
"Are you alright?"
Shiro shook his head. "He looked right at me as he fell. I haven't seen anyone so scared since..." He sighed. The last person who'd looked at him like that had been Matt.
Allura bit her lip, deep in thought. She stood, squared her shoulders, and turned to the rest of the paladins. "I know you're all worried about Lance, but this ordeal has been taxing on you as well. You need your strength. Go clean up and rest for a few vargas." Her voice was gentle, but firm. "Lance wouldn't want you to neglect yourselves for his sake. Besides, Coran and I will stay right here."
Keith, Hunk, and Pidge all shuffled out reluctantly. Shiro remained seated.
"Go, Shiro. You need rest as well."
He nodded, and finally stood up. "Call us if he wakes up. I need to talk to him."
*****
Lance didn't come out of the pod until early the next morning. Everyone else in the castle had woken up early enough that they were present; none of them had been able to sleep well.
The glass of Lance's pod shimmered away, and Lance stumbled out. Hunk caught him.
"Hey, Lance."
"Hunk, I-" Lance cut himself off, clearing his throat. "I-" There were tears swimming in his eyes.
"You're safe now. We got you." Hunk pulled Lance in for a hug, and both began to break down. Lance was sobbing, his face pressed into Hunk's shoulder. Hunk rubbed his back soothingly, his own tears decorating his cheeks.
Pidge, who was teary-eyed as well, tugged on Lance's shirt to pry him away from Hunk. Lance had to lean down to hug her. Eventually, they transitioned to kneeling on the floor, still hugging.
Keith crouched next to the pair and wrapped an arm around Lance's shoulders. "I'm glad you're alright," he said with a smile.
Lance returned the smile and pulled Keith in for a real hug. Keith froze for a moment before hugging him back.
Lance stood up, wiping his eyes. His tears were all but gone. "Thanks, guys."
Allura and Coran beamed at him. "I knew he'd be fine, you're tougher than you look!" Coran said as he patted Lance on the back.
Shiro placed his hand on Lance's shoulder. "You had us worried there. I'm glad you pulled through."
Lance stared at the ground, a guilty look on his face. "Yeah, sorry about all that." He glanced up and saw Shiro's confused expression. "Well, I-I mean for getting caught in the first place, and for freaking you guys out." Lance went back to staring at the ground. "I'm sorry."
"Lance, what happened yesterday wasn't your fault, no matter how you look at it." Shiro took a breath. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"If anything, we should've covered you better in your hideout," Keith chimed in.
"I should've been stronger," Lance said quietly. "If I'd held them off, none of this would've happened."
"Lance, you can't blame yourself for what happened," Hunk interjected. "Don't do that to yourself."
"Yeah, well, haven't you noticed that it's always me who screws everything up? I'm always the one who's getting into trouble."
Pidge huffed. "Please, name one time-"
"The time when Nyma chained me to a tree. Or maybe the time I took the warden's Yupper because I thought it was Slav. Remember that?" Lance could feel new tears forming in his eyes. "I wasn't even that close to dying and I still managed to make you all freak out!"
"That's because we care about you, you idiot!"
"Keith, not helping." Shiro grabbed both of Lance's shoulders and forced him to look at him. "It's not your fault, Lance."
"Shiro, I should've been stronger. I'm the one who got myself into that mess-"
"It's not your fault."
"I should've fought them off-"
"It's not your fault."
"I should've-"
"It's not your fault."
âI-â Lance choked out a sob. Shiro pulled him into a hug, which set off the waterworks completely.
The rest of the team joined in on the hug, not moving as Lance cried. He wasn't okay, not right now, but that was okay.
Links to all the chapters below! Iâll be updating it as I go along. May or may not also post pictures I use for inspiration.
Summary:Â Miranna Lannister, daughter of Tywin Lannister, half-sister to Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion, is determined to find her own way in life, to avoid a loveless marriage like the one her sister is in, and to step out of the shadow her family casts over her. Her sisterâs husband, the King, complicates matters when it becomes clear that tensions between the Starks and the Lannisters are unlikely to ever disappear. Suddenly betrothed to the Starkâs eldest son, Miranna must endure war, betrayals, and death, all while testing her loyalty to her families, both old and new.
This will be mostly canon compliant with the TV show, though certain characters and interactions may be omitted or otherwise altered.
Whumpers irl: *super sweet, loyal, always down for a hug. Compliments you a lot. Very good friends in general*
Whumpers online: I want to see him bleeding and broken. I want to take away his ability to breathe or think without pain. I want him on the brink of death and traumatized. I want to see him suffer :3
Links to all the chapters below! Iâll be updating it as I go along. May or may not also post pictures I use for inspiration.
Summary:Â Miranna Lannister, daughter of Tywin Lannister, half-sister to Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion, is determined to find her own way in life, to avoid a loveless marriage like the one her sister is in, and to step out of the shadow her family casts over her. Her sister's husband, the King, complicates matters when it becomes clear that tensions between the Starks and the Lannisters are unlikely to ever disappear. Suddenly betrothed to the Stark's eldest son, Miranna must endure war, betrayals, and death, all while testing her loyalty to her families, both old and new.
This will be mostly canon compliant with the TV show, though certain characters and interactions may be omitted or otherwise altered.
Summary: King Robert Baratheon and the Lannisters arrive in Winterfell.
Word Count: 1,301
"Do you think it'll snow while we're here?"
Miranna Lannister smiled at her nephew. "I can't say. We may not stay long enough for the snows to begin. Of course, I'm not sure how well we'd handle the cold if it did snow."
"I'd be able to handle it! I know I would."
"Tommen, it's for the best we don't see snow during our stay. I wouldn't want you or your sister to catch cold." Cersei gave Miranna a pointed look. "Of course, we must all be careful with our health, especially with the North being so cold."
Miranna narrowed her eyes. "I look forward to enjoying Winterfell in all its glory, both indoors and out. I plan to go for a ride, as I'm sure the woods will be beautiful to ride through."
"The trees here are quite different from King's Landing." Myrcella's eyes lit up. "I've heard they've got a Weirwood."
"Of course. Northerners continue to worship the Old Gods in addition to the New, somehow."
Cersei, always so haughty towards the Northerners. Miranna loved her half-sister, yet she grew tiresome of her the more she was around her. The month-long ride north hadn't helped in the slightest, as she was stuck with Cersei and forced to listen to her backhanded remarks about Winterfell and its inhabitants.
Winterfell would be the farthest north Miranna had ever been. Everywhere else she had visited or lived had been south, and she'd taken to listing the castles in her head and picturing them in order to keep herself occupied.
She had always wanted to travel further south to Dorne, but she supposed that could wait until she returned to King's Landing.
"I can see the castle!" Tommen put his face right up against the window to get a better look.
"Darling, don't squash your face. We're nearly there and I want you to be as handsome as ever when we arrive," Cersei tutted.
Miranna craned her neck and managed a glimpse of Winterfell for herself. It wasn't as large as King's Landing, nor did it appear as lavish, but she found it appealing nonetheless.
Cersei, seeming to have finished fretting over her children, turned her attention to Miranna. "Is there nothing to be done about your mane, Mrianna?"
Miranna raised a hand and gingerly prodded at her hair. It was worn simply, with two braids at her temples holding the rest of her hair back. It was down to the bottom of her shoulder blades, blonde, thick, and curly, not unlike Tyrion's hair. When she was younger, Cersei had affectionately referred to it as her lion's mane, though the words turned mocking as she grew older, and failed to grow out of her hair.
"I asked Fryda to brush it twice." She had hoped the brushing would tame her locks, yet it only made her hair frizzy.
Cersei frowned. "And yet it only looks unrulier than if you hadn't done anything at all. Such a shame nothing more can be done before we arrive."
Biting her lip, Miranna hoped it didn't look as bad as Cersei suggested, but Tommen and Myrcella's silence on the matter was enough proof for its poor state.
"They should understand, since we have been riding for a month. Besides, I'm sure they won't be minding me when they have you and Robert to greet."
The carriage stopped, and Miranna was grateful that Cersei didn't have the opportunity to push the matter further. A squire opened the doors. The handmaidens exited first, then Tommen, Myrcella, and Miranna herself. She took her place besides Myrcella.
King Robert was already greeting the Starks, who were all in a line. Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn were easy enough for Miranna to identify. The boy whose hand Robert was now shaking must be the eldest son, Robb. Sansa was the tall girl with red hair, and the girl besides her was her sister, Arya. The youngest Stark boys were on either end of the family, but for the life of her Miranna could not remember which one was Brandon and which was Rickon. She supposed she could worry about that later.
She took a moment, ignoring the Stark family, Robert, and Cersei to observe Winterfell. The walls were tall, thick, and looked to be older than anything in King's Landing. There didn't seem to be any bright colors in sight, as the Stark children were either dressed in their House colors or the blue of House Tully, in Sansa's case. The cool air was not unpleasant, but she was glad for her fur cloak. She hoped for the opportunity to use it during a snowfall, if she should be so lucky to witness one.
The King strode off with Lord Stark, and the crowd began to dissipate. A servant woman approached Cersei.
"Your grace, I'll show you and your family to your chambers."
Cersei turned to her children. "Come along, darlings."
Miranna followed behind her niece and nephew as they were led to the guest house. Cersei and her children were shown to their rooms first, and Miranna was left to follow the woman up a flight of stairs.
"How old is Winterfell, if you recall?"
"Oh, I'm not certain, milady. Several thousand years, at least. They say it stood even as King's Landing was being built."
"Fascinating." Miranna ran her hand along the stone wall as they strode down the hall.
"Does milady have a love of history?"
Miranna chuckled. "I can't say I enjoyed the lessons, but I've always loved old structures. They've seen so much life and death that they develop their own personality."
"And what is Winterfell like, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Cold on the outside, warm on the inside. Quite the opposite of King's Landing."
The woman stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor. "Here you are, Lady Miranna."
"Thank you." She closed the door gently. Her room was not large, lacking a fireplace, but it was not cold. Furs and linens had already been laid out on the bed. She ran her hand over a brown fur, relishing in the softness. Her trunk had already been delivered at the foot of her bed, and she wasted no time in unpacking the gown she'd decided to wear to the feast later that night. It was a deep Lannister red with gold embroidery on the bodice, cuffs, and neckline. Cersei had insisted on it, as it would be a clear indicator of her House. Not that Miranda disliked the dress. The neckline was curved, and showed off her collarbones, much to her pleasure. As a girl of sixteen and still unbetrothed, she was typically encouraged to remain modest in her dress.
A knock at her door disrupted her thoughts. "Come in," she called.
Fryda, her handmaiden, entered the room. "My lady, do you need any help getting settled in?"
"No, thank you. I've gotten what I need for tonight ready, and I didn't pack nearly as much as my sister."
Fryda smiled. "Very well. Will you be needing me much tonight? The Queen wanted me to help her get ready as well."
"She needs two handmaidens to get dressed?" Fryda shrugged.
Miranna sighed. "It shouldn't be a problem. I can manage getting into my dress just fine on my own, though I will be needing help with my hair."
"Of course. Cersei won't need four hands for her hair." Fryda turned to leave, pausing when Miranna also started for the door. Â "Are you leaving, my lady?"
"Only to see that my horse is settled in." She took her cloak from the hook on the door, and fastened it around her neck. "If anyone asks where I am, I'll be in the stables."
Thanks for reading! Iâm only posting the first chapter here, but Iâll be uploading a masterlist for the rest of the chapters which you can find here! Itâs cross-posted on AO3.
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