#I haven't slept. I may regret posting this after I have slept... we'll have to wait and see

[thecowardlycreative]

Fic Snippet: Honey, That’s Alright

So, I have no idea when I’ll have the energy to write this series [AO3 | tumblr] again, especially since I’ve kind of moved away from the Voltron fandom, but I wrote this little snippet several years ago and it seems a waste to leave it sitting in my google drive to rot.

It’s actually from the fic in the series after the one I got stuck on so slight spoilers for how But Then Again, There’s You was planned to end.

For those unfamiliar with the series, there’s not a lot of context needed. Just know that Keith is the bassist for a band that’s found fame in the last couple of years. Lance is a high school physics teacher. They’re exes who broke up due to misunderstandings and have only just got back together.

Series Previous Parts: Cocoon, Getting Time and Regretting It, Aftermath, But Then Again, There’s You, Scraping the Paint,  [It’s also the origin of this old art of mine. I’d written the scene before I drew the art, which just shows how long this has been sitting in my drive]

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Pairing: Klance

Snippet Word Count: 2,314

Notes: Lyrics are from Oceans by Seafret.

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The rattle of the subway keeps Lance awake as he leans back in his hard plastic chair, head against the window, and lets it carry him home. He can’t fall asleep. The trip is too short, he’ll miss his stop. But he can lean against the window and breathe deeply and let the even-toned voices of the podcast in his ears lull him into relaxation. He could almost be on a boat with the way the car rocks beneath him. If it weren’t for the smell and the noise of other humans, if it weren’t for the lack of salt in the air and the call of birds, he could almost believe it. 

The old lady across the aisle is staring at him when he lifts his head. He gives her a smile and she quickly looks away. 

His stop comes. He hoists his messenger bag up onto his shoulder and shuffles out of the car with the rest of the swarm, up the steps and into the soft evening light and the wall of street noise. The sky is dyed a magical, hazy violet colour by the light pollution and Lance takes two seconds to stare at it as he comes out into the open, the other passengers streaming passed him like bacteria into an open wound. He may not be able to see the stars but the far off winking of artificial lights isn’t a bad second-best. 

Red greets him at the door, weaving figure-eights between his legs.

“Alright, you little monster. Let’s get you some dinner,” he says fondly, scratching behind her ears. 

She miaos her agreement and he smiles. 

Lance feeds Red, takes a shower and puts on his softest, fuzziest pyjamas. He reheats last night’s leftovers because he’s still not used to cooking for one again yet, keeps cooking far too much, and sits in front of his laptop, making his way through the videos he’d marked for later on youtube. He can hear Red crunching on her biscuits across the room. He’s just sat back down from dumping his dishes in the sink and making himself some hot chocolate in Keith’s mug -- because, dammit, it’s been sitting clean on the shelf for two weeks and that’s just too lonely -- when she comes and settles on his chest. 

He sticks a cushion under his laptop so he can still see the screen over her ears; an elaborate bold-eye look that’s incredible to look at but Lance doubts anyone would want to wear it off the runway.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, returning her affectionate headbutt as best he can while she has him pinned, “You miss your dad.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth he sees it. A video with both the ‘recommended for you’ and ‘new’ tags cheerily printed across the bottom: ‘Castle of Lions - Oceans live @ east village arts club + intro (AKA the one time Keith Kogane willingly-ish gave us personal info)’

With a grin and a snorted laugh that has Red sending him an affronted look, Lance clicks the link.

The video is shaky and frequently out of focus, clearly from a phone held aloft in a crowd. The band are a series of oddly coloured streaks across an otherwise blue and black screen for several moments before the cameraperson stops waving their phone through the air. Then they’re standing there under lights that are slowly filtering from blue, harsh and cold, through green to a warm orange that sets Allura’s dark skin afire. Matt, the palest of them all, just looks very sunburnt. 

“Thank you,” Shiro is half-way through saying as the video opens. “I -- Uh, how you all doing tonight?” The crowd erupts in response and Shiro smiles. “Good. Good. I’m glad to hear it. You know it’s kind of pretty crazy for us to be here. On our first trip to the UK.” The crowd screams again. “Because sometimes it still feels insane, really, that we ever made it this far. And we’ve gotta thank all of you for that. All of you who came to our shows, ordered our merch, and paid for our music instead of just ripping it off the internet. You paid our rent and bought us our instruments -- bought us the sandwiches we had for lunch today -- decided we were worth something. And you’re the reason we managed to get here, all the way to Liverpool to play for you. So thanks.” There’s one last whoop and Shiro starts lifting his guitar strap off his shoulder and over his head. “So this next one is from the new album and… actually, Keith why don’t you introduce this one? I’m gonna go see if I can put this somewhere for a sec.” He gives the guitar a little lift in his hand.

“Wait, what?” says Keith. “Sh-Shiro -- no -- wha? Come back.” 

The crowd laughs as he ducks out from behind his mic to run across the stage and stop Shiro with a hand on his arm. Allura’s hiding a snicker behind a hand. Matt just throws his head back and laughs openly. 

Keith says something then but, away from the mic, the video doesn’t pick it up. Given the way he’s lifting the strap of his bass over his own head, passing the instrument to his brother, and the intense look in his eyes it’s probably something along the lines of, ‘drop this and I will literally skin you alive’.

“Ha, brothers, amiright?” he laughs awkwardly as he returns to his mic. He’s fiddling with it, adjusting the angle, kicking the feet around in a circle. “So… uh, I guess this falls on me, huh?” 

“Woo, Keith!” Allura interrupts and the crowd ripples with laughter again. Keith just looks distinctly uncomfortable. 

“Uh, yeah,” he says, pulling a keyboard on a stand a little closer and kicking the mic over so that he can stand behind it and still be heard. “So, I guess every band has that one nice, pretty song. I mean, everyone who looked up the Plain White T’s after hearing Hey There Delilah can vouch for that.” He pauses like he expects the easily-provoked laughter of the crowd again but they’re quiet, listening. “And, uh, this song is probably that for us.”

Shiro appears, creeping back on stage, but he just gestures for Keith to keep going. Keith probably frowns at him -- that’s the sort of response Keith would do in such a situation -- but the quality’s too low for Lance to see it. The video streaks as the phone is passed from one hand to another. No doubt the cameraperson is getting tired arms. 

“And… Um…” Keith is still straightening the keyboard, making sure it’s all still connected, adjusting the mic, not looking too deep into the audience. He plays a few chords to be sure it’s working. “I don’t know how many of you know this but I recently moved to New York to live with my boyfriend.” 

There are a few whoops in the crowd and Lance feels himself blush. That’s him. He’s that boyfriend. That’s his boyfriend acknowledging him on stage in front of a crowd of people who practically worship him. 

“But,” Keith is saying, “the thing is, we still do all our recording and a lot of filming and all that stuff in LA. We still go on tour. So I’m not actually home a whole lot. And it’s not just me. I mean, Allura’s family -- her uncle lives here in England and she lives in America with us. And Matt missed his little sister’s graduation because we were in the middle of recording on the other side of the country. Luckily she’s going on to do her doctorate now so he’s still got another chance. But still. And Shiro… I mean, he’s got me, I guess, but I’m not exactly the same as our parents or our grandparents or all his friends.”

“Don’t cry, Keith!” shouts Matt, micless and beaming.

“I’m not going to cry!” Keith snaps back. The crowd laughs then, shocked out of their strange stupor by Matt’s interruption. “I’m just saying that a lot of people are separated from the people they love -- whether they’re romantic partners or family or friends or whatever -- for lots of different reasons and, even though we wouldn’t want to be doing anything else, uh, this song is about what that feels like.” He pauses for a moment, chewing his lip with a frown deep enough to show up on even the grainy video. “I guess, what I really mean is: I’ll be home soon, babe.”

Keith never calls Lance ‘babe’. That’s Lance’s thing. He’s using Lance’s word and it’s that, almost more than the way he looks so resolutely ahead, so close to dead down the camera lens, when he says it that makes a little shiver run down Lance’s spine. He feels so close through the poor quality video. Like he could be right there beside Lance in the silent apartment.

“Okay,” he finds himself whispering in return. Red shuffles on his chest and he places one hand on her ribs to settle her.

Keith’s words spark a wave of cheers and, with barely a glance between the band members, Matt hits the first chord. 

A hush falls over the crowd. Like a breath held. This really is so much softer, so much more tender and fragile  -- like all those beloved people are cupped right there in their hands -- than other Castle songs. 

I-I-I want you

Shiro’s voice sounds so lonely, drawn out and warbling over only Matt’s gentle guitar. Lance feels something pinch in his chest.

Yeah, I want you

And nothing comes close

His eyes are focused on Keith, standing there, hands hovering above the keys, eyes closed, waiting for his cue. So it’s impossible for him to miss when he opens his mouth and joins Shiro’s friendless voice in the air.

To the way that I need you

I wish I could feel your skin

And I want you

From somewhere within

Lance knows this song. He remembers Keith writing it. Sitting on the edge of their bed late at night when he should be sleeping, strumming at an acoustic guitar with the soft pad of his thumb so as not to wake Lance and humming the looping melody brokenly to himself. He didn’t need to know that Lance was already awake, curled on his side and watching him through half-lidded eyes as the moon highlighted him in stark white lines between the blinds.

It feels like there’s oceans

Between me and you once again

Without his guitar, Shiro is practically wrapped around the mic. He has it cupped in his hands, eyes closed. And the absolutely heartbroken expression on his face is reflected in the sound.

We hide our emotions

Under the surface and try to pretend

But it feels like there’s oceans

Between you and me

The second verse arrives and Allura finally comes to life with the barely there sound of brushes against the skin of her drums. The sound builds. Layer upon layer. Matt’s guitar and then Shiro’s voice, Keith’s voice, the deep bass of Allura’s foot pedal, the brush on the drums. They slide one on top of the other, building up like a figurine from a 3D printer, until Lance feels his throat start to tighten every time the words ‘I want you’ fall from Shiro’s lips, begging and raw. Keith’s fingers finally begin their job. And the steady, simple beat they walk sounds so much like a clock slowed down that Lance is trying not to remember the way that Keith would wrap himself around him from behind when he was cooking and just sway to the steady metronome tick on their wall. Finding music in nothing more than the everyday.

Stop it, Lance thinks. He doesn’t want to remember what it’s like to have Keith here, in his arms, in his bed. Because he’s not. He’s off travelling the world, living his dreams, bringing happiness to people who find meaning in the words he writes. He’s off doing good and he won’t be back for weeks. 

So there’s no point in thinking about this now.

He shakes the thought from his head and Red places a questioning paw on his cheek.

“I’m alright,” he whispers to her. She just shifts her paw to pat against his nose. He gives one of her toe-beans a little kiss and she yanks it back, affronted yet again.

So much like Keith.

Lance smiles as the chorus comes around once more. 

Keith is frowning again as Allura’s drums fall out, letting Shiro’s voice, with Keith’s echoing it eerily, come through clearly. And it strikes Lance yet again how odd it is to hear it without anything around it. There needs to be that second guitar, that bass -- He needs Allura’s heavy drums to hold those precious voices up and support them because it just feels undeniably wrong that they could sound so alone. 

And all of a sudden, as Keith’s voice falls into a haunting hum through his speakers and Red purrs contentedly on his chest, Lance would give anything to just jump on a plane right now and fly to England. To be there. To stand in that crowd, one face among many in a dimly lit room, unseen and unknown, just to be there. And see him. Somehow, knowing he misses Lance too is making this all so much worse. 

Red gives a soft mewl and Lance runs his hand down her spine, scratching the backs of his nails through her fur but she won’t settle back down this time.

“I know, baby,” he tells her again as the song fades out and the apartment falls silent once more, empty but for the two hearts beating together on the couch. “He’s coming home soon. He promised.”

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#5

Grains of Sand by The Shore

Chapter 11

One more chapter for you guys because you´ve been awesome and I´m really in love with Namuri. This freaking ship makes me all smiling and giddy, since I wake up from the moment I go to sleep, so enjoy, beautiful people.

It looked like Namor wouldn't find sleep the last few days, when once again, he barely managed to fall asleep. Shuri, on the other hand, had no difficulties. Glancing at her sideways, she didn't waste a moment until she fell asleep. He saw her close her eyes, her face tilted slightly to his side, not taking long to fall asleep. She looked relaxed, which relieved him, he really wanted her to be comfortable.

 After Shuri fell asleep, he only had his own thoughts as active company. Here was the woman who had burned him, left scars deep in his skin, his heart, she could be pretty fierce when she wanted to, but right now, she was peacefully beside her. Just she had become his wife, yet it was a contradiction. Perhaps accepting the new, the future, was the way to leave the wounds of the past behind. The simple act of sharing a bed with her, strange as it was at first, would be the first step towards that.

 Deciding to finally rest, he closed his eyes, imagined a safe, even happy future, at least for his people, finally sleep came to embrace him then.

 As the first to fall asleep, Shuri was the first to wake up. She was going to get up quickly, momentarily forgetting that she wasn't alone, but the weight of Namor beside her served as a warning. With slow steps and movements, she got out of bed, in a bit of a hurry to get ready for the day. She thought that if she organized a routine, she would get used to her new home. She just didn't expect to be interrupted by the curiosity of watching Namor sleeping.

 He was in the fetal position, still vulnerable, as she had seen the night before, almost a child. She could see his back, broad and firm but scarred by the Black Panther's claws. The scar made her shiver, it would be an eternal proof of what had happened between the two of them. She felt guilt and regret, wanting to be able to tend to that wound, even though it had healed.

 Driven by a certain impulse, Shuri touched it with her fingertips, imagining the amount of pain he had felt. Taking a deep breath, she hoped to put that ferocity behind her, to be a new Shuri from now on, the queen her new kingdom needed, the wife her husband needed.

 Still with her hands on his back, she felt him move, which scared her at first, it wasn't her intention to wake him up. She hastily removed her hand from Namor's back. Quietly, waiting for his reaction, Shuri watched him get up. He turned to her side, clearly looking for her.

 “Shuri... “ he murmured, still waking up, looking for her face.

 “I'm here, good morning “ she decided to say, becoming calmer again “ I'm sorry if I woke you up, it wasn't my intention.

 “Don't worry, I'm fine, I hope you slept well “ he wanted to know how she was.

 “I did, I hope you did too “ she replied “ do we have any plans for today that I haven't been told?

 “Plans, well, we're entitled to a few days of rest, then we'll get back to responsibilities, I'll update you on that, in due time “ Namor cleared her doubts.

 Shuri then nodded and left him alone for a moment, going to change into her own clothes for the day, nothing more than something simple like a t”shirt, baggy pants and sneakers. When she returned to the bedroom, her husband looked at her with clear approval.

 “Your clothes suit you” It was his compliment, a bit broken.

 “Ah thank you, I was wondering if I would have to wear your traditional attire all the time, no offense “ she showed her clear relief.

 “Be yourself, my queen “ he gave her a smile, which left her disconcerted.

 It was amazing how he threw compliments at her all the time, which didn't make her so embarrassed anymore, maybe grateful was the right word.

 Leaving the rooms, Shuri found a table with breakfast ready, which made her relieved because she was really hungry. Namor sat down in front of her, without ceremony and she didn't find the gesture strange, making a mental note that maybe she was already getting used to sharing space with him.

 Shuri began to eat without hesitation, but more calmly and measuredly this time. Her husband did the same shortly thereafter.

 "Something is on your mind, keeping you busy at the very least," Namor deduced from her thoughtful expression.

 “Oh I... I was curious about something, it's silly, don't worry “ she shrugged, feeling silly.

 “You don't need to hide anything from me “ he dared to touch her hand that was closer “ we are husband and wife, sincerity and trust must exist between us.

 “ Well, okay “ Shuri decided to go ahead and confess her deductions “ I was thinking, if you've never been in a relationship, it also means you've never kissed a woman before, I was the first.

 “That's right “ he nodded, not quite knowing where she intended “ I believe I'm also the first one you kissed in your entire life.

 “Oh no, no, I didn't kiss no one to date, you did, and it was pretty clear you don't have a lot of experience in this “ she said her full opinion.

 “Didn't my kiss please you? If you prefer, I can improve this, I can train somehow “ he offered, even feeling embarrassed with all that talk.

 “What? No, Namor, I'm not asking you to do this, I understand that we only follow a protocol of ceremony “ she shook her head vehemently “ don't do what you don't want for me, you've been great the way you've been acting, I don't need that.

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#4

I saw some modern AU imagines for The Chosen that I truly enjoyed and with all due respect to the Scriptures, I'd like to contribute with some ideas

Simon P in full bodyguard mood wearing sunglasses

Jesus and the disciples have an old kombi to take the road

Simon P does video calls to Eden and asks everyone to say hello to her

27 notas - publicadas em 17 de abril de 2022

#3

Grains of Sand by The Shore

Well, here we have the first chapter of my Namuri fic, guess I really jumped on that ship wagon.

So, a little disclaimer here, I chose to make this an AU where TChalla stills lives, I hope this is not offensive in any way, I really felt the loss of the character, and even more the loss of the great Chadwick Boseman, so this is a way to honour him and the wonderful  and important character that is Black Panther.

Without further ado, hope you guys enjoy.

Chapter 1

Before Shuri's hand touched the door authorizing her entry, she hesitated a lot. Her mental state was still recovering after everything she had been through the past few days, her and all of Wakanda. At least, in the midst of so much chaos, a symbolic gesture, which Shuri had put aside trying to figure out its meaning for a while, brought a hope that seemed lost.

T'Challa was right there on the other side of the bedroom door, apparently alive and well, according to the medical team's report. She had left her brother in the care of her talented and competent scientists while she defended the nation. Her and her brother's roles had been switched for a while. She was relieved that it was only for a brief period of time. Shuri had also made a point of being there when her brother woke up, and that was what she would do.

She entered the room then, finding T'Challa resting. He had always been strong and hardworking, her rock, an unwavering warrior, with a perfect sense of humor that understood hers. Losing him would be irreparable and that was why she let the feeling of relief wash over her at seeing him so peaceful, breathing deeply.

Eventually, he opened his eyes, lids fluttering and irises searching for some direction, trying to recognize where he was.

-Shuri? - he murmured softly, hesitating, not quite sure if it was really his sister there.

She broke down in tears, leaning over his lap, not caring about the pain of her knees hitting the floor at once. T'Challa had no idea what the commotion was about, but he preferred to leave her alone. Surely she would tell her what she needed when she was ready. On instinct, he started stroking her head and just then his sister reacted and looked at him.

-You don't know how happy I am that you're alright - she confessed, getting up slowly, recovering herself little by little.

-I don't really know what happened, I remember being on a stretcher, in your laboratory, did I pass out? - he genuinely wanted to know.

-I made a difficult decision when I saw that I couldn't cure you - she told him slowly, the memories of that moment were still disturbing - I put you in cryogenics, for almost a year, you almost died before I found the cure, but then. .. well, I replicated the heart shaped herb, in short, it will grow again.

-That's wonderful, but how did you do it? - T'Challa wanted to know the details that she had withheld.

-That's a pretty long story, really - she sighed - but I promise I'll tell you as soon as you recover.

"I'll wait," he stated without a doubt, which left her a little on edge, but completely happy that he was there, asking her for answers.

Shuri talked a little more with her brother about his treatment and his state of improvement since then. She let him rest for more days, until he was completely ready to return to his post.

A grand ceremony was called to celebrate the return of the King of Wakanda to his rightful throne. The entire nation cheered him through the main streets, a procession that followed to the throne room, with the entire council in attendance. Shuri wasn't there, which was a comforting thing for her, everything had fallen into place for her. She was a scientist, not a warrior. Her decision to defend the country came from an extremely necessary situation.

Though she was glad to be back in her natural habitat, Shuri remembered what made her so busy there, recreating the heart shaped herb through an enemy's gift, who had taken her mother from her.

She hadn't heard more from Namor, but in her mind was the constant warning that he might reappear again, and she still had the shell that served as a communicator. Maybe this side of the sea would need to call him sometime. Even with the losses and all the violence, they had ended their conflict as allies, and eventually, T'Challa would have to meet him.

Thinking exactly about that, Shuri received a visit from her brother in the laboratory, which made her focus on him at the moment.

-Can I help you with something? - she volunteered.

"I have some good news before I ask you something," he confessed, smiling.

-Really? I'm all ears! - she replied in the same enthusiasm.

-I intend to marry Nakia, she accepted the proposal - the king let himself smile, really happy, expressing his joy.

-Thank you Bast, finally! - Shuri even raised her hands and did a short turn, which drew a laugh from her brother.

-I know it's exciting, but now comes my request - he got serious again.

"Fine." She crossed her arms willingly.

-I heard that you interacted with the king of Talokan, the undersea kingdom that also has vibranium - he started the subject - and I know about all the confrontations and the casualties, our mother, what happened to her was a fatality... the question is that... as much as you clashed, I understand that he is our ally, that's why the elders suggested that I invite him to the wedding as a gesture of goodwill. I wanted to know your opinion and what you have to say about him, what do you know about him.

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43 notas - publicadas em 19 de novembro de 2022

#2

For the people who support me writing a Namuri story, here we go:

Plot 1: T'Challa is sick, he's state gets worse, Shuri decides to put him on cryo like they did with Bucky, but he can't stay like that forever so she has a deadline, meanwhile movie events follows and by the end, Shuri takes the Black Panther role while her team is working on T'Challa, he's healed and introduces her to his son. T'Challa brings Nakia and Toussaint to the court, they get married and Namor is invited to the wedding, where they finally meet, some time after, the Wakandan council suggests an arranged marriage between the Talokan king and the princess, Shuri protests but in time agree. I'm bringing T'Challa back because it'd be awesome to still have Chadwick here and he would tease Shuri about him and the double dates. (Maybe here Ramonda wouldn't die directly because of Namor).

Plot 2: After the events of the movie, Namor proposes the arranged marriage, M'Baku calls Shuri back to see her opinion, she eventuslly agrees and things goes angsty until they get romantic.

70 notas - publicadas em 16 de novembro de 2022

Meu post nº 1 de 2022

Okay

So I must confess

I came out of the theater after watching Wakanda Forever feeling guilty of shipping Shuri and Namor (after all he killed his mother and then almost killed each other)

But man, my shipper heart could deny the potential

Now (right after finishing my Elvis story) I have two plots to develop Namuri in my own terms

So let's see what I'll do

172 notas - publicadas em 15 de novembro de 2022

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