does anyone have any advice on like…nightmares? i’ve had an issue with getting nightmares and sleep paralysis often for a veeeery long time, but lately my dreams have been getting disturbing. like not just scary nightmares, but very disturbing and extremely weird shit. and it’s making me feel really uneasy. has anyone experienced anything similar? like how do i make this better?

Nightmares Long Past

Volga has a terrifying nightmare of his past sins coming to haunt him, but thankfully Princess Zelda is there to comfort him when he wakes and recounts his horror.

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Fire. All Volga could see was fire. This would have been routine for him, had he not heard the screams of help from tormented innocent people. He quickly went into Dragon Form and flew to where he had heard the screams of the innocents, only to find they had been ReDeads! Even still, they each looked unique; he saw knights, villagers, nobles, maids, even ReDead children! The entire horde of them turned to Volga as he turned human, shambling towards him. He had drawn his spear, but it turned into a giant snake in his hands; winding around his body and rendering him completely immobile. Volga struggled and strained as the ReDeads shambled ever closer to him, but one by one they took their turns dogpiling him and dragging him beneath the ground.

When Volga had been dragged below, all the fire he was was replaced with a blank, empty, dark void. He looked around, when he heard a woman’s voice. “Do you think they’ve forgotten what you’ve done?”

“No…I know they haven’t…” Volga looked apprehensive.

The voice cackled. “Yet you’ve gone on so long without paying the price of your sins. You’ve torn apart so many families, so many lives, so many…lovers.”

Volga’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare! Leave Zelda alone!”

A spotlight shone a distance away, revealing a bloody figure laying on the ground. Volga ran over, seeing his worst fear laying before him. Zelda was dead.

Volga woke with a scream, breathing fire as he nearly went into his Dragon Form right then and there. Had his room not been completely fireproofed, it would have been utterly reduced to ash.

Footsteps pounded outside his bedroom, and the door flew open to reveal an alarmed Princess Zelda. “Volga!” She moved closer to him, more able to see his tear-stained face.

Volga looked up, seeing Zelda. “Zelda…you’re alive…” he sobbed, pulling her into his arms.

Zelda laid her head on Volga’s shoulder. “Of course I am…it was a dream, nothing more. I’ll always be here, Volga.” she crooned, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “Did you want to talk about it?”

Volga nodded, taking a deep breath before telling Zelda of his nightmare. Zelda listened intently, soothingly rubbing his cheek and wiping his tears away. When he was done, Zelda leaned up to kiss him. “Volga…your sins are behind you. And you work tirelessly to atone for them. You are no longer a dragon knight of darkness, you are the dragon knight I’ve fallen so deeply in love with.”

Volga looked more calm, smiling at his beloved. “Zelda…I love you.”

Zelda smiled back. “I love you too, Volga.”

I had a dream which when peace talk went south someone decided to nuke the moon.

Despite the world ending I still could not come out. lol.

night terror

spd!kageyama tobio x reader | w.c 1.2k

a/n: admittedly not my finest banner work but i am what the kids would call a touch lazy,, anyways i’ve had this fic done since nov 2021 but here i am,, this was indeed for the damned collab but i’ve fallen off the face of the earth between then and now <3

—18+ dark content minors dni —

warnings: ok noncon, but leans towards dubcon, hinted breakup, feelings of longing/heartbreak (bc ya know it’s not a miki-tobio fic if i don’t make it hurt in some way) sleep paralysis, this is monster fucking lmao, a touch of fear for flavor

Hot.

It’s far too hot.

For a moment you consider kicking off the layers of blankets weighing you down, yet the notion is immediately dismissed when the rigidness of your body becomes clearer to your sleep-ridden mind. At most you can feel your fingers and toes twitch just slightly, stuck laid out on your back buried under blankets with a perfect view of your door cracked open.

The door that begins to creak on its hinges, startling you even further out of your tired trance. The door that you swear you had shut nice and tight just before bed.

Long fingers emerge from the darkness, tracing along the edge of the polished wood, pushing it open little by little.

Tobio?

It couldn’t be, he’s over a thousand miles away and you haven’t spoken in months but the outline of the shadow emerging from behind the door is far too familiar to be anyone else.

His name sits at the tip of your tongue, ready to slip out. Yet you can’t, that invisible force keeping you from uttering the simplest of names. The scorching heat of being smothered by the layers of blankets only fueling the building panic coursing through your veins.

The figure emerges fully from the pitch black, the sliver of moonlight peaking through your curtains barely illuminating the stranger. You want to yell out, so desperately, too many words build in your chest. Yet your body still proves unforgivable, only allowing something akin to a pitiful squeak to escape from you.

Slowly the shadow of a man creeps across the room, the groan of your floorboards under his weight allowing you to have some idea of where he is in your room.

Run, scream, something, anything.

The thought pauses, for just a second, swearing that it really is him, your Tobio.

He hunches over you with jerking motions, it’s wrong, it’s all wrong. The sapphire of his eyes you’ve adored for so long are replaced by a strange mottled ruby, the sharp lines of his face crude, taunting you, it’s him but it’s not.

You can’t move, can’t speak, a prisoner of your bed, of your own body. A shadowy hand reaches towards you, a frigid palm settling against your cheek.

Tears well in your eyes, yet they don’t seem to spill, just as frozen in place like the rest of you.

His —It’s— mouth clicks open, a strangled groan tearing through the stale air.

You swear you hear your name buried in there, or maybe it’s your mind playing tricks on you to keep some semblance of your sanity intact. Frozen fingers drag down your cheek, goosebumps erupting across your flesh.

“Nnn.” It’s all you can manage, a weak protest as those cold digits drag across your jaw, moving down to land on your throat. Replacing well manicured nails are gangly, sharp blackened ones, scraping over the cold sweat breaking out and drenching your body.

There’s a stronger twitch in your fingers, leaving you foolish enough to believe you’re breaking out from this horrific predicament. The hope snuffed the moment the freezing digits clamp down on your shoulder, nails tearing through the old, stolen Adlers practice shirt.

Stop.

Hot tears manage to spill, burn down your cheeks, your mind begging and begging your body to do something, anything, to escape from this horrifying moment. Tobio, Tobio, Tobio, his name becomes a prayer, a beacon of hope that he’ll somehow appear in place of this crude proxy.

Yet the nightmare only furthers as you feel a dip in your bed, a weight pressing against your side pushing you further into the swath of blankets. Only making bile rise in your throat and anxiety muddling your consciousness further.

“I-I’m ‘m ho-hom-e.” The demon croaks into your ear, deep and ragged just like Tobio would after a draining late practice. And for a moment an image of him flashes in your mind, once more taunting you than bringing a feeling of comfort.

No.

“M-Mis-sed you.” This is too cruel, your mind supplies, tears continuing to cloud your vision as you feel your cotton underwear drag down your hips, inching down almost painfully.

Again your brain supplies all the memories of moments like these, your beloved Tobio coming home after you’ve long fallen asleep, sneaking into bed and snaking his arms around you. His wandering hands bring warmth, filling your heart with love and adoration.

None of that is here in this moment, this terrifying caricature bastardizing what was a heartwarming ritual, pumping your veins with dread and most of all, a heart wrenching sadness.

And just like Tobio would, lips, though chapped and cold, skim along your cheek down to your jaw. They move as if whispering the sweet nothings you’d expect, caressing along your jaw lovingly.

Finally you’re able to shut your eyes, yet there is no escaping from this monster, the frigid air surrounding him consumes you. He slots himself between your thighs, forcing them to fall apart and accommodate him. Your chest heaves and stutters with a sob as something blunt and impossibly hot prods at your bare cunt.

“Pretty-tt-tty.” Those cold hands slip under your shirt, one staying planted on your waist as the other crawls up to squeeze at your tits, sharp nails tapping and scraping at your sternum.

No prep, no warning as he impales you with his torrid cock, that same dry heat ripping through your body and practically negating the freezing air surrounding the two of you. It hurts, it should hurt, your mind once again begs your body to listen, to hate this sensation and this monster.

But it feels good, it feels too good as he burns at your inside, brands it’s, his cock against the twitching walls of your cunt, carving his place, his right to be there.

Your eyes flutter open, vision still blurred and ruby turns to sapphire back to ruby, flickering back and forth, but what do you care when you can pretend that it’s him. Without any thought your arms come to life and you throw them around broad, shadowy shoulders.

None of it’s right, not the way your hands splay against awfully cold, rippling muscles, or the feeling of his face nuzzling into your shoulder, ragged breaths and a clicking sound pouring into your ears.

It’s not him, each drag of it’s cock only solidifying that notion.

He’s not coming home, you whine at a particularly rough thrust.

You miss him, as sharp nails pierce your skin.

“L..ove…l-love yo-u.” The monster croaks again and your mind unconsciously supplies the response of love you more. The phrase escapes from your lips as something between a choked moan and a sob.

Somewhere between that final, ruthless, thrust and hot cum pouring into your cunt, your body shakes with a shameful orgasm, his name finally escaping your lips as darkness clouds your vision.

You jolt awake, the sunlight blinding you for a moment as you try to stretch away the stiffness in your joints. There’s a heat in your chest and cheeks as bits of your dream from last night invade your muddled, morning thoughts.

Pointedly you avoid the mirror of your vanity, too ashamed to even look at your own reflection, leaving you blissfully unaware of the bruises scattering your body for just a little longer.

CW: Head injury, nightmares, afraid to sleep

“Here. We’ll be safer in here.”

“Here? Where exactly is here?” Hero asked as Villain led them through a short door in an old house.

“It’s my base.”

“This is your base? It’s falling apart.”

“Everything fancy is in the basement. I live in the house.”

“You live here?”

“Yes.” Villain ran their fingers through their hair, wincing as their hand brushed over a bump.

Hero noticed. “Are you okay? That’s right… you hit your head. Do you have a first aid kit? Where is it?”

“I don’t have a first aid kit. I’m fine. Calm down.” Villain stomped twice on the floor, then took their shoes off.

“What was thatfor?”

“Calling up Sidekick.” Leaning against the wall, Villain looked absolutely drained.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

But Villain didn’t get a chance to answer as Sidekick emerged from a closet. “Villain? Who— Hero?”

“It’s fine— They’re fine. I brought them in.” Villain stepped away from the wall, saying on their feet. Sidekick looked ready to catch them. “Hero, this is Sidekick. They’re the reason I don’t have a first aid kit.”

“Are you hurt? Where? What happened?” Sidekick placed a hand on Villain’s arm and led them to sit in a chair.

“Just a bump on the head.”

“Let me see.” Sidekick examined Villain’s head and tsked at them. “You’ve got to be more careful. Someday you’re going to hurt yourself and I won’t be able to fix it.”

“Well today isn’t that day, is it?”

“No.” Sidekick muttered, laying a hand over the bump. “This one’s going to hurt quite a bit. Try and keep still.”

Villain nodded.

A pained expression set into Villain’s face as Sidekick began to chant and the swelling began to visibly go down. Aside from paling and a quiet whimper, however, Villain seemed to take whatever Sidekick was doing remarkably well.

When Sidekick was done, Villain stood, leaning on the chair to support themself.

“You need to go to bed.” Sidekick said, leading Villain to the stairs. “Get some rest and I’ll make you something to eat.” The pair of them disappeared up the stairs, leaving Hero at the door.

A few minutes later, Sidekick came back down, looking flustered. “Will you keep an eye on them for me? I was in the middle of something downstairs and I need to finish. Besides… they won’t sleep unless someone makes them and I can’t right now.”

“Why? I mean, yeah, I’ll stay with them, but why won’t they sleep?”

“It’s… it’s complicated.” Sidekick shook their head. “If they don’t want to tell you, I won’t tell you either. Sorry. Their room is the second on the left upstairs.”

Hero frowned, but nodded and ascended the steps.

Sidekick was right. Even though Villain had seemed dead tired— especially after Sidekick healed them— they weren’t in bed when Hero opened the door. They were staring out the window.

“Villain?”

Villain turned when Hero spoke, startled.

“You need to rest. You look really rough.”

“Did Sidekick send you up?” Villain sighed. “Whatever… I’m not tired.” They turned back to the window.

Hero came up behind them, noting the way Villain still swayed a bit and the way their hands trembled. “Villain, why don’t you want to sleep? You’re clearly exhausted.”

With a deep sigh, Villain left the window and sat on the edge of the bed. Hero sat with them. “I just… I don’t want to.”

“Do you have nightmares..?”

Villain’s lack of an answer was as much confirmation as Hero needed.

“You need sleep. Look at yourself. You’re hardly awake.”

Villain’s eyes flitted over Hero’s face, lingering a moment too long on Hero’s lips. “I suppose you’re going to leave as soon as I fall asleep?”

“I’ll stay if that’s what you want.” Hero leaned a little closer, putting a hand on the bed behind Villain.

“I’d like that.” Villain whispered before leaning in a little closer and kissing Hero softly.

Hero kissed back gently, pressing a hand to Villain’s lower back and slowly pressing them to lay down before breaking the kiss, still hovering mere centimeters from Villain’s lips. “Stop trying to distract me. Go to sleep. I’ll be right here with you.” Hero layed down next to Villain.

In a matter of moments, Villain was asleep.

I keep having nightmares about weird stuff

Like about the future I mean

And the next day

I am afraid, they will come true

Like;

• getting an F on my math test, that I worked so hard on

• my fav teacher sayin that shes disappointed in me

• my dad sexually assults me

me: okay so it’s my parents anniversary tomorrow so we’re going out and day drinking so i shouldn’t drink tonight and i def need to do actual work

also me: *had nightmares that left me shaking and hyperventilating when i woke up so i haven’t been able to focus all day and really want to have a bottle of wine*

Ingredients: Keith Kogane x GN! Reader

Contains: Angst to fluff, violence, nightmares (death, blood), hurt\comfort, season 2 episode 6 some quotes,

Words: about 3k

A\n: It’s currently 1 a.m so Yeah. I hope I got the names right. So this is my first time writing for Keith and Voltron in general. (I couldn’t find the read on thing, so it’s pretty long)

Update: It’s proofread now

Masterlist

“We still don’t know how Zarkon tracked us down. This might cause  problems in the future.” You admitted, the whole crew agreed and slowly everyone started thinking. “He is clearly tracking us through me.”  stated Allura. “Oh no, come on that can’t be.” sighed Lance in disbelief. “That can’t be possible.” agreed Pidge. “Why is that so hard to believe? Zarkonˋs forces only showed up when I awoke.” Allura explained with a hurt expression. “She’s got a point.” Lance started serious, until he began to flirt again. “I would totally track you down through the entire universe.” He winked at her and made some cringe locking finger guns, while his white teeth sparkled in the light of the spaceship. 

“It’s not you, Allura. It’s me.” Keith reported from the corner. A cold shiver ran down your spine. That couldn’t be. “No that can’t be. How ? We always traveled together, never ever something happened.” you were shocked. “Yeah, because we haven’t had Voltron in those times.” he argued. A sigh escaped your lips. “And why you?” Hunk asked, confused. Everyone was confused. “I just think because Zarkon was imprinted on us during our fight or something…” he looked away from us and you could tell he wasn’t even sure either. “You can’t prove that. He is not behind you. I guess he tracked down the black lion or some other lion. He was the paladin of the black lion, wasn’t he? He might still have the connection of the lion in his heart.” you reported your assumption. “That’s also impossible, the connection gets lost when the distance is too far.” Coran ruined your statement. “So what are we gonna do now?” asked Hunk. “It’s not important how Zarkon is tracking us. Because we take the fight off the Golra soon enough. They have been chasing us from galaxy to galaxy. We just need to be chasing after them.” concluded Shiro. “The hunter becomes the hunted. Wow what a plot twist.” said Lanc excitedly. “That’s one of my favorite movie tropes.” 

In the meantime Pidge did some research on their terminal. You leaned over their shoulder to understand what they’re thinking. “As it happenes, I took our list from all the recent Golra attacks and analyzed it. From both commonalities and anomalies among the attack sites. I was hoping to create an algorithm that would, within a statistically acceptable margin of error, provide a list of target-rich Galra  environments color-coded, of course, because what are we, animals?” explained Pidge, unsuccessful. Everyone had literally no clue what they were talking about. The confusion was clearly visible, and the little wheels inside your heads were trying to comprehend what Pidge just said. The map of the universe got projected in the whole command center. “Cool.” marveled Lance. “What is it again?” “It’s a Galra finder?” Hunk half answered, half asked. “Well “finder” suggests that it locates the Galra, whereas it could be more accurate to say that my model predicts their likeliest…” No one understood Pidge wording and we just stared at them. “Fine. It’s a Galra finder.” they agreed. “So where are the Galra?” asked Lance.

After the team discussion everyone went to bed. “Ahh what a day.” you sighed as you sat down next to Keith. “Yes.” he half-heartedly admitted. “You don’t need to worry about being tracked anymore. We will soon find out. I still believe it’s because of the black lion. Just stay calm and nothing severe will happen, we will fight him off like we always did.” you tried to encourage him, but it didn’t work. You could tell by his distant expression. “Yeah, maybe that’s how it is. We will see.” he kissed your forehead and put out the light. “I love you Keith.” you mumbled before you drifted off to sleep. He responded but you couldn’t hear him anymore. It took a while for Keith to sleep. His mind was racing with unanswerable questions. When it’s really me, is he going to attack Y/N? What will happen? Will they hate me? I should have thrown away this weapon! After these questions his physical exhaustion got the better of him and dragged him into a restless sleep. 

Sweat was running down his face while his feet ran faster. They killed all of them but not his beloved, not yet. He can find them. He must find them. It was his fault, because of him they tracked Voltron. “Ah. Who do we have here? The paladin of the red lion. What a wonderful coincidence.” cheered one of those Galra beasts. “Guys! We got him.” yelled the Galra and began to attack Keith. The weapons clashed against each other and the metallic sound bounced through the dark hallway. “Where do you keep them?” “What do you mean? Oh, the lover of yours.” a laugh escaped the ugly lilac Galra. “Well they will probably die soon, do you want to see them one last time?” asked the enemy mockingly. Keith bared his teeth. He was so angry, it was consuming him. “You won’t kill them.” yelled Keith and with one slick flip of his wrist he disarmed his opponent. “You little piece of shit.” growled the Galra and stumbled backwards. With another flick of Keith’s sword he halved the Galran. His blood splashed against the walls of the hallway. He didn’t care for this miserable person’s life, he just wanted to find you. 

At the end of the hallway he heard muffled screams. “Shut it, your lovely knight in shining armor won’t be here in time, so get ready for your execution.” laughed Zarkon spitefully. “Let them go.” yelled Keith as he ran around the corner. Blood was still dripping from his sword. Your eyes sparkled with fear and hope. Quietly you tried to tell him that he should leave. But he didn’t. “Take me, but set them free.” he wanted to negotiate, but Zarkon just laughed.  “Oh we will, loverboy, we will. But first we will need to thank you for your small mistake. It would have been better if you just threw away the weapon, but hey everyone makes mistakes. It’s nice that you got us to Voltron and to take down your whole crew. It was a pleasure to work with you, but it has to end now. Guards tie him up.” Keith would’ve loved to cut Zarkon’s spiteful grin off his face. 

“Now do you want to tell your lover how you betrayed them when you keep this weapon. I guess they would like to know before they get killed.” One of the Guards said. The look in your eyes burned a hole inside his heart. They were full of sorrow and betrayal. “You are  the reason everyone is dead. You are the reason why everyone in this universe will be enslaved or killed. I hate you and I hope you will suffer your whole life.” you screamed at him. He wanted to scream back at you, how it wasn’t his fault, but to his dismay he knew it was in fact his fault. He is the reason everyone is dead and he is the reason for your death. He failed his promise to protect you. “I am so sorry, I will always love you.” “Tch, spare your words. I doubt that you loved me, because if you really did we would never be in this situation.” you argued back. In the meantime the Galran watched the show with glee. “How sweet. Now we can kill them off.” proposed Zarkon and drew his blade. “Rest in peace little paladin. I hope you end up somewhere as awful as here. Bye.” With those words Zarkon cut off your head. 

“No.” screamed Keith as tears ran down his cheeks. You were fully awake and looked at him with worry. Without any hesitation Keith pulled you in his arms, which occasionally happens. “You are alive.” He sighed and pulled you even closer. “Of course I am silly. I won’t leave you, did you forget this? It was just a nightmare.” you soothingly say as you rub your arms calmingly down his spine. “You are safe, I am safe, everyone on the ship is safe. It was just a nightmare, it has nothing to do with reality.” you comforted him. His heart rate calmed down. “Thank you, love.” “That’s what I am here for.” Both of you feel into a cozy type of silence until you feel asleep again, but Keith does not. He was still pondering about this dream. He had to protect you at all costs. 

You awoke to your alarm clock, calling you for duty. Keith was somehow already awake, which was quite common, but he usually left a little note to say good morning. Maybe he forgot? You got dressed in your lilac paladin uniform. On the deck you got greeted by Coran, but without the princess. “Where is the princess?” you asked him. “I don’t know. She must have felt a need for beauty sleep, for once. Not that I am saying that she’s ugly. I just think she is finally taking care of her sleeping schedule.” Coran panicked a bit when the false words left his mouth. “Yeah maybe.” That was suspicious, she would never put herself before the mission. She was way to ambitious to let her take care of herself, which is a bit dumb. “Morning.” greeted the other paladins. “Good morning. Have you seen Keith, he must have went to train earlier this morning?” Everyone shook their heads. “When I went to the training room this morning he wasn’t there.” explained Shiro. “Mhm, ok, maybe he will join us later. We really need to travel to Taujeer” relented Hunk. “Yeah you’re right. Let’s head there.” agreed Pidge and he sat down at their menual. Everyone followed his example and we started to fly towards Taujeer. Still the weird feeling in your stomach didn’t vanish. Keith and the princess were workaholics, they wouldn’t miss this. 

After you traveled half of the route to the planet, Keith and Allura hadn’t shown up. You grew slowly accustomed with the idea that they both left the ship. God knows why. It was distracting you and everyone noticed it, even Hunk. “Y/n you need to focus. I know you’re worried about Keith, we all are, but please focus.” demanded Shiro. “Sorry, I will.” you apologised. “Oh I see now, one of the ponds seemed to leave in the early morning hours. Both of them must have left with it.” admitted Coran. “Wait. Keith and Allura? In the early morning hours? With only one ship? Jeez, are they fuckbuddies or what?” said Lance out loud and a pang echoed in your heart. “Lance, how could you say such a tactless thing?” admonished Pidge. Tears wanted to escape your eyes. Maybe he planned this all along, that’s why he left. He probably never loved you. “I am sorry, I can’t do this.” you mumbled and left the room. 

You were together for almost over four years, and befriended for almost twelve years, but maybe the paladin life changed him. Every fiber of your being was angry and disappointed. How could he leave you for some girl he just met some months ago? With a fast movement you hit a wall. That was counterproductive because now your hand hurt, but at least the pain in your heart stopped for a moment, so you hit the wall again and again. Until you broke down. How could he leave you?  

You didn’t know how long you sat in the cold hallway and pitied yourself.  “Y/N we need you, we reached Taujeer.” communicated Coran through the castle.  “Alright I am coming.” you said, trying to sound strong. As you entered the command center everyone locked at you with pity in their eyes. They all know how close you are, were, with Keith. You were more than lovers, you were soulmates. “Your eyes are pretty red. Are you all right?” asked Hunk. “Yeah of course I am fine. My boyfriend just left with some random girl, because god only knows why. So yeah I am fine and not angry or jealous or hurt, naahhh.” You answered sarcastically. Hunk gulped and mumbled an apology, but to be honest you didn’t care. You need to succeed in this mission without being able to form Voltron. “To the lions, guys.” commanded Shiro and with that the mission began. 

Everything went well until the Galra ship came back. “Hunk, you need to protect the ark and its people. Keep them away from the acid.” commanded Shiro. “Yeah. I protect them while falling into the acid.” He sarcastically sayed, but still followed Shiro’s command. The ship of the Galran started shooting. You tried to dodge the attacks, but the lasers were just too fast and your lion too slow. You tried to counter their attack, but you failed. “We need to form Voltron,” said Lance panicky. “We can’t. Without the red lion it’s impossible. Our bond is not completed.” You explain to him. “They are right, we need Keith for this.” 

In the meantime Keith and the princess were floating through space to get as far away as possible. “Maybe it was wrong. Zarkos would have already attacked us, besides just leaving them was wrong. We should have told them.” worried Allura. “When you have second thoughts, you can leave.”  admitted Keith. “Why did you even leave?” she asked, confused. “I needed to protect Y/N. If I am the one who gets tracked then it’s better when I am not with them. I don’t want to be the reason why they get killed by Zarkon.” Keith admitted. “Wow, you really love them.” marveled Allura. “Yeah, without them I don’t know where and who I would be. I love them more than there are stars in the universe.” admitted Keith. “Wow, you’re pretty cheesy.” “Shut it, or I am going to drop you into space.” he dared, as his cheeks turned into a faint shade of pink.  The awkward silence got broken by a call from the castle. “Keith, Allura?” asked Coran, as if he wasn’t sure if he really reached them. “Yes, we can hear you.” reported Keith. “We need you back here, the Galra are attacking us and they are stronger than we expected. The paladins can’t fight them off. We need the red lion to form Voltron.” There was a short break and a loud crack could be heard. “Shit, Y/N got hit pretty bad. I will activate the shield now.” 

Keith froze up, his entire body was filled with dread. Y/n got probably hurt. “We are on our way.” He said immediately and Allura noticed the worry in his eyes. He really adored you. “Hopefully Pidge’s power drive will work.” he mumbled and pressed the button. The ship made a fast move, but shortly after, it exploded.

“Keith? Allura? Hello?” Coran screamed into the microphone. “I lost the connection.” told Coran. “How? The connection was stable, wasn’t it?” you asked exhausted. “They used Pidge’s power drive.” “Oh when they died because of you’re stupid invention. I will kill you Pidge.” you threatened. “They can’t die, the ship has ejection seats. The ship will get them out before it explodes.” explains Pidge calmly. “I hope so.” you grumbled as you tried to dodge another laser shot. “Damn, I hate these Galra.” Lance mumbled and tried to shoot the ship again. “I can’t hold the ark any longer.” breathed Hunk. “I will help you. Shiro, Lance and Coran, you need to take care of the Galra ship.” You were in no position to command something, but you couldn’t lose another paladin. “Alright, we are going to kick their asses.” Lance said and launched for another shot.   

“Allura grab my hand.” yelled Keith as they both floated through space. With multiple attempts Allura finally was able to hold onto Keith. “Well, what now? We lost contact with the castle.” Allura asked, but Keith didn’t listen. “We are going to help them.” he said and tried to activate his jetpack at full speed. “Are you sure we need to travel this way?” “Yes.” Keith’s demeanor was now cold and focused.  He wanted to protect you, but he still failed. His worries and insecurities got the better of him and he left. Keith, look, isn’t that the red lion?” asked Allura and in fact the red lion came closer to them. It roared and opened its mouth. “Wow, thanks kitty.” Keith said surprised and both of them entered the big metal lion. “We need to reach them fast. I am going to search for the coordinates of the castle.” He typed something into the control system and the lion flew in the direction of the castle in highspeed. “We need to go faster, Purple is in danger.” These words encourage red to fly even faster. Even his lion was in love with your lion. What a coincidence. 

After a short and fast fly the lion finally reached the castle. “I am gonna drop you by the castle and then help the others.” suggested Keith. “Alright.” As he said he dropped her off and Coran took her into the space castle. “Hello guys, I came to rescue.” Keith communicated. “Keith, I am going to kick your ass after we saved these people.” “Guys, you can have your couple fight later, we need to form Voltron now.” 

The fight was over and the people of Taujeer were safe. “Why did you leave me?” You yelled, and punched his chest. He tried to stop you, but you still went on. “I thought I lost you when your ship exploded.” Now tears of anger ran down your face. He pulled you into a hug. “I am sorry. I was worried that they would hurt you when they tracked us, so I left. Now I know better.” Keith explained. “I am just glad you’re back and safe.” you mumbled. “I am happy that you didn’t get hurt. I will give it my best to protect you.” 

Why are my sleeping meds giving me weirdly vivid nonsense sad dreams? This is the second time I’ve woken up with a wet face because I’ve been crying in my sleep

cw abuse mention, depression/anxiety spiralling

What if I really am just an ugly, lazy female with no self esteem like I assumed I was for 31 years? What if I’m not nb at all and I’m just making the nb community look bad by appropriating the label? What if for me it’s never really been about “not feeling female” and instead I’ve used that as an excuse to avoid admitting to myself that I’m simply Not Attractive and that being unattractive (as a female in particular) makes me feel worthless?

What if I never stop having nightmares about my abuser? What if the abuse was the one and only time in my life that any person would or will ever want to touch me? What if my nightmares are the closest I’ll ever get to “romance” for the rest of my life?

What if my parents both die tomorrow, or next week, or next year, and I’m left with no more excuses, motivation, or means to continue living?

Downtime on Deployment - Part 2

Part One / Part Two / Masterlist

Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC Jayme Connor

A/N: Quick update for the second part of Downtime on Deployment. This is not beta-read I have no beta currently (she’s working). Thank you dear reader for your patience and grace you have afforded me. 

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Explicit language, making out, some explicit spice, and cliffhanger. 

Frankie nodded eagerly at the thought of getting to share the bed with Jayme, it was preferable to sleeping in the same room as Santiago, when he was there he snored. “I like that, and while I want to have sex with you I would love to just sleep next to you and hold you,” he tells Jayme in all honesty. 

Framing his face and placing a sweet kiss on his lip Jayme loved her Frankie, so sweet, considerate, and even after the ordeal with the General, Tom, and thinking he was long gone he would just be happy to sleep beside her. Making sure to put her shirt on the end table so it’s close at hand should she need it she turned to look at Frankie. Pulling Frankie down to lie beside her she whispered “whatever you want to do, I’m just thankful that you’re here.” 

Before he got too comfortable Frankie peeled off his shorts and laid down gathering Jayme close to him, not there was much need to do that. Twin-sized beds don’t offer a lot of room, but neither Jayme nor Frankie minds. Nuzzling her face into his chest Jayme sighs. While she had been amped up and wanted to have sex with Frankie, laying with him now she was content just to be next to him, chest to chest and breathing each other in. 

Frankie sighs and looks down and was about to tell Jayme he had missed her again when he notices she was asleep. Smiling he presses a kiss to her forehead and then closes his own eyes joining her in sleep. 

Hours later Frankie is woken up by whimpers and cries from Jayme. Rolling her on her back he shakes her gently, “Jayme, Jayme!” he tries to wake her, and she comes to with a gasp and eyes flying open. 

“Frankie!” she cries as she wraps her arms around Frankie’s neck and catches her breath. A few moments later she finally relaxes her hold on his neck, “sorry, go back to sleep.” Trying to brush it off and play off what had happened. She moves to turn around with her back to Frankie.

“Oh no you don’t,” Frankie says and scoops her up pulling her into his lap, “don’t shut me out and don’t play it off. What’s going on?” He had a pretty big idea as to what is going on but he wasn’t going to voice it until she shares it. 

Taking in the warmth of Frankie’s body, Jayme slowly relaxes. Once she’s finally calm she doesn’t share what caused her very obvious nightmare and Frankie doesn’t push, just laid them back down in the bed and they went back to sleep.

This was the pattern for several nights; sleep, wake with Jayme’s nightmares, then back to sleep, work and repeat. Finally by the fourth night Jayme couldn’t take it anymore, she had hoped that she wouldn’t have a nightmare again but if she did she was going to share with Frankie what it was. 

Waking again with the same nightmare Frankie was just getting ready to shift them back to laying down when she grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Hang on,” she says shifting out of his lap so she can look at him in the face, “I can’t keep on like this. I’m having nightmares.” 

Getting that off her chest she felt infinitely better already but she knew she needed to share the rest and as she looked at Frankie’s face he was just patiently awaiting her to share with those beautifully soulful brown eyes watching her. “They are about this last mission, except you didn’t make it back, or you did but one of you is missing, or you missing and gone, or the entire team doesn’t make it back. It kills me a little inside every time it happens, even as much as we don’t seem to be on the same team Tom.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Jayme says as she ducks her head. She’s exhausted and if Frankie was going to be honest he was too, but Jayme needed him more than he needed to admit the exhaustion. The team had four more days of rest and they were spending it the best they could. “I’ve tried to be strong, I’ve tried to be resilient but Francisco,” the use of his full given name causes him to pause and look at her closer, “I love you and I don’t think I want to go home without you so please be safe out there.” 

Frankie smiles and looks at Jayme, he knew he loves her, and knows she loves him, until now it’s been an unspoken thing, now it’s been spoken, its out in the open and Frankie loves to hear it. “Jayme, I love you too and I promise to do everything I can to make it back to you always, I have I have made that down payment and many more to come.” Frankie presses a kiss to Jayme’s lips enjoying the feeling and now that those words had been spoken and shared they brought a new light and weight to the relationship. 

Jayme laced her fingers into Frankie’s hair and pulled him closer to her, it wasn’t close enough she shifted her body, moving to straddle his body while she continued to kiss him. Pulling her closer to him, Frankie’s tongue slipped along her lips seeking admittance and when he gained it he plundered her mouth. 

Moaning as his tongue danced with hers Jayme slid her pelvis against his in slow torturing motions as Frankie’s hands moved to her breast, pinching and pulling on the pebbled nipples. Breaking the kiss he ducks his head to take one into his mouth pulling at it with his lips and laving it with his tongue. While his one hand and mouth are busy with her breast he moves the other between where Jayme is perched above him and adjusts his hard length. 

Moving one hand from his head she buries it between them rubbing on his hard cock while stroking herself too. Batting her hand away from her own pelvis Frankie pulls the shorts barely covering Jayme aside exposing her to the cooler air of the room. Sweeping a finger through her weeping folds Frankie finds her clit and slowly circles it causing Jayme to gasp. 

Palming in through his own shorts Jayme wastes no time in shifting to remove not only hers but also his shorts. Finally, free the weight of Frankie in her palm is heady and stoking her fire and lust more. Bringing her thumb up she swipes it through the pearl of moisture gathering at the tip. Usually, there would be more fun and foreplay involved but tonight it was quick and to the point. Jayme leaned up to line Frankie up when he scooped her up and flipped them over, and as he lined up he continued to play with her secret pearl.

As he breached her center slowly he continued swiping at her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Inch by glorious inch Frankie settled in, while there was an urgency in need each other, wanting each other he couldn’t help but go slowly. Weeks without Jayme’s touch paired with the freshly spoken admissions of love, slow was perfect. 

As Frankie continued to sink into Jayme she wrapped one leg around his hips and pulled him back down to her lips, kissing him and running her hands across his shoulders and through his hair. When he finally bottomed out, he rested his forehead against hers and just stayed still enjoying the sensation of Jayme fluttering around him and Jayme enjoying Franking throbbing inside her. 

Beginning to move Frankie slowly withdrew and then sunk back into Jayme, and continued to piston into her slowly with Jayme arching to meet each thrust, enjoying the slow methodical movement all while stroking at her clit every once in a while with no pattern. Continuing Frankie changed the angle of his hips and allowed him to hit that secret spot inside of Jayme causing her to call out and forcing Frankie to kiss her in order to keep her quiet. 

Between Frankie’s finger and the divine feeling of him pistoning in and out of her stroking her deeply it didn’t take long before Jayme was falling over the edge into the blissful orgasm that she had sought and missed for so long with Frankie. 

Feeling Jayme grip him and watching her fall apart with an awe-inspiring beauty Frankie soon followed her over the cusp of orgasmic bliss. Collapsing onto the bed to the side to keep from crushing Jayme they cuddled with each other while sweaty and Frankie still deep inside of her. 

Catching their breath and cooling down Frankie finally gets up and grabs the extra towel that was in Jayme’s room and cleans her up. Once she’s clean and Frankie wipes himself up he tosses the towel onto the floor to be washed later. Getting back in bed and gathering Jayme back up in his arms he savors the feel of her beside him. 

He wouldn’t admit it tonight but there was a time during that week that the team went missing he wondered if he would get to see her again, now he was back and in bed, with her, the next beautiful thing was that they had vocally stated their love. Looking down at her Frankie decided he wanted the next step when they got back to the states.

Tilting her face up Jayme kissed Frankie’s chin, “I love you Frankie” she whispers and closes her eyes as she wraps her arm around him. 

Pressing a kiss to her temple Frankie smiles “I love you too Jayme,” and settled himself down while they both drifted off to sleep. The rest of the night went peacefully, there were no more nightmares that night for Jayme. 

The next night went smoothly as well, there were no nightmares. Finally, by the last night of the team’s downtime, the nightmares had subsided. Smiling at Frankie as they dressed in the morning, Jayme gave him one more kiss on the cheek and they head for the team’s office. Getting there they met up with Will, Benny, and Santiago, but beat Tom into the office. 

Finally, thirty minutes later Tom comes in along with General Watson looking like the cat that had caught the canary. “Pack your shit! You’re done here, you’re getting the hell off my base and even your cousin can’t save you this time Lieutenant!” 

“Can we at least ask why you’re sending us back to the states before our rotation is done, sir?” Will asks ever the diplomat. 

“Oh absolutely, you’re being court-martialed. All of you,” was the response from General Watson. As the team took time looking at each other and took in the weight of the situation hitting them and settling. “You’re out of here by the end of the day!” With that General Watson strode out of the room like nothing was wrong.

As the reality sunk in and just before they sprung into action Benny seemed to sum up the entire situation in two words.

“Well fuck.”

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