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morning-sun-brah · 5 months ago

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Hello hello! Bird's Eye View Annon Here!

Sooo...AO3 is still not working for me, but I was TOO excited NOT to post, so here you go! Enjoy!

Will post to AO3 later, when I can get it working!

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The air was a little too crisp. Leo tapped the underside of his hat with his finger, watching clouds gather in the distance.

“Storm coming in tonight,” he said to Mikey as he leaned on the railing of the front porch, sipping his afternoon tea.

Mikey sniffed the air. “Oh. Yep, a big one, I think.” He groaned. “Better get the cows into the barn. I was hoping to leave them out to graze a little longer.”

“I better get the horses in too,” Leo said.

Mikey turned, giving him a look.

“What?”

“You know what,” Mikey snapped.

“Not you too. I already got an earful from our Dads, Raph, and Donnie.”

“I know you, Leo,” Mikey laughed. “So I’m not going sit on your ear with all that too, but,” Mikey sobered. “Think about the people that care about you. Is what you’re doing worth it?” He jumped the stairs, landing on the green grass below.

“Oh. Almost forgot.” Mikey reached into the pocket of his vest. “Picked up your mail from the post office.”

Leo noticed the evil grin on his brother's face when he took the letters. Flipping through them, nothing stuck out until he saw the name on the last one.

Lloyd Price.

Leo groaned. It was addressed to him.

“Shush, I don’t want to hear it. Again.” Mikey snapped. “Besides, you knew what you were getting yourself into.”

“Maybe I’ll just throw this into the fire. Pretend I didn’t see it.”

A hand smacked the back of Leo’s head.

“Do you really expect him to be nice to you after you almost got him killed?”

May reached over his shoulder and snatched the letter from his hand.

Leo rolled his eyes. “You’ll never let me live that down, will you? You’d think he’d forgive me after I helped him get a job keeping track of the earnings for the Mayor. If I-”

“‘Hadn’t been the one to put in a good word, he never would have worked again,’” May spoke in tandem with him. “Yes, yes, I know. That’s the least you could have done, Marshal.” She put the letter in the front pocket of her apron.

Mikey make a judgmental little click. “Still referring to him by his title, I see. What did you do?”

Leo gave him a mock gasp, even putting his hand on his collarbone. “Nothing. I’ve been my best behavior.”

“Best behavior?” May huffed. “Can you please tell your brother that he should be resting, not running back and forth between the ranch, the town, and his brothers’ farms as though he’s ten years younger.”

“I’m right here, Pidge.”

“And if you listened to me, I would be talking directly to you.”

Mikey laughed. “Sorry May, but Leo’s always been a terrible patient. Though I can’t believe he’s working and not finding ways to goof off. Do you know how many bribes Raph and Donnie had to give him back when we were teenagers? Any chance he’d get, he’d be running off and spending some ‘quality time’ with the stable boy.”

Leo snickered.

May raised an eyebrow at him. “Stable boy?”

Leo reached out and took her hand. “Not my fault that your husband has always been charming.”

He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his eyes not leaving hers, adoring the way they widened in surprise. May’s cheeks pinked.

“I think I better high tail it out of here,” Mikey said, putting on his hat and turning away. “I’ll tell the rest of the family about the storm. And I’ll tell Mercy you said hello.”

May quickly pulled her hand from Leo. The frown on her face brightened into a smile when she waved at Mikey. “Thank you for getting the mail.”

“Anything for you, sis,” he called back over his shoulder as he reached the fence.

“What’s this about a storm?” May asked Leo.

Leo tilted his head back and sniffed the air. “Yep. Big spring storm. Coming tonight.”

He put his thumb and forefinger into his mouth. His whistle echoed over the plains and farmlands. Within seconds, he could hear barking, as Rocks came running up on the path.

“Marshal-”

“Now, don’t make that face.” Leo ran his finger along her jaw. “I need to get the horses secured into their stalls. I’ll be back before nightfall.” He leaned over and pecked her on the cheek.

May sighed, reaching up to hold his hand and squeeze. “Just make sure not to push yourself too hard.”

“I’ll be all right.”

He let her go and jumped over the stairs. Rocks met Leo near the fence, his tail wagging furiously, and his black fur shining in the afternoon light. Leo bent down and scratched the shepherd dog’s cheeks before hopping the fence. Once he had saddled Hachi, he whistled to Rocks and the dog happily followed him out into the ranch fields.

About two hours of riding had been enough to corral all twelve horses, including Hachi, into the barn. Once each of them had been given enough water to last the night, he put Rocks in the barn, and locked things up before walking back to the house. He debated staying and brushing down each horse, but the air was buzzing with energy, the wind anxious. He could see the clouds rolling in from the horizon.

The wind picked up, making the laundry that May had hung out to dry fling violently, back and forth, on the line. Leo picked up the baskets on the porch and began pulling the sheets and garments down, folding them before staking them neatly in the baskets. Some of the clothes were still damp, but it would be sundown in an hour, and the storm wouldn’t be helpful in drying them.

He grabbed one basket and threw it over his shoulder and shell, while he kept the other aloft by pressing it to his hip. When he entered the kitchen, the smell of Mikey’s famous beef stew met his nostrils. May spotted him over her shoulder as she stirred the pot over the iron stove. Then she spun around and pinned him with a glare.

“Marshal! Put those down!”

His brow ridges furrowed at her. “I haven’t put the clothes away yet.”

“I can take care of that. Your shell!”

Leo rolled his eyes. “My shell is holding together just fine. At least let me take the baskets upstairs.”

“You’re not supposed to be doing too much heavy lifting!”

He laughed. “Hardly. Heavy for you, yes. But this is nothing for me. In fact, why don’t you ask me to bring these in all the time.”

May crossed the kitchen and tried to take the basket that was against Leo’s hip. He jerked out of her way, dodging her attempts by moving into the living room.

“Marshal, please! Draxum said it would take at least a few more months to fully heal. You only stayed in bed for a little over month!”

“I would have left earlier if everyone hadn’t insisted I stay glued to the bed. I felt much better after three weeks.”

Leo had gotten to the bottom of the stairs, and still he still moved the baskets out of May’s reach. She let out a frustrated growl, and then blinked when Leo put the baskets down. Before she could do anything, his arms shot out, scooping her up, holding her up against his body with his arms around her waist.

“If you wanted to get your hands on me that badly, you could have just asked.”

She slapped her hands on his shoulders, kicking her feet, glaring down at him. “You shouldn’t be lifting me up either!”

“Why aren’t you letting me do my favorite thing?”

“You can’t charm me, you big hypocrite. You pin me to the bed every time I’m ill.”

“To be fair, I also pin you to the bed whenever you are healthy.”

May pressed her palms to her cheeks. “Why did I marry you?”

“Because you couldn’t resist me.”

May scoffed, lowering her hands. “Excuse me? You were the one begging me to stay.”

“That’s only because you wouldn’t stop wandering off.”

“I could have joined a traveling circus and seen the world. It would have been far less annoying.”

“Still dreaming of being a clown?”

“It’s not as bad as being married to one.”

“So you admit that I am funny.” Leo stuck out his tongue.

May frowned.

Leo put her down on her feet. “Go mind the stew before it burns and let me do the laundry.”

May crossed her arms, stubbornly leveling him with the same, lingering glare. Then she bolted forward, reaching for the laundry basket next to Leo’s legs. He caught her hands before she could grab it, and quickly turned her around. “Go on, Pidge.”

“I hate you,” she grumbled as she moved to the bottom step.

“Love you too,” Leo made kissy faces at her as she walked toward the kitchen.

“At least take a bath before you put those away!” May called. “You smell like the stable!”

Leo smiled at the top of the stairs. He could hear May fussing about in the kitchen, muttering under her breath. By the time he had bathed, and put away the sheets and clothes, the sun was starting to set, and the rain had started pitter-pattering along the house. Leo made his way through the upper rooms, closing all the windows, and turning on the lamps. The storm grew angrier outside, the wind scraping at the outer walls.

Leo was just about to lock his bedroom window when he felt a chill move through his shell. Wincing, he arched his spine, hoping to alleviate the slight burning feeling of air seeping into the wounds on his shell. He no longer needed bandages, but he thought about applying more of the ointment Dad Lou and Draxum had made for him. Leo wasn’t worried about infection as much as he was worried about the damn itch. Healing shells also meant that his scutes might shed and he wasn’t looking forward to that. Leo had just gotten both legs through a pair of trousers when he heard something bang against the side of the house.

A yelp echoed from below. Forgetting his shirt, Leo bolted. He didn’t even bother with the stairs, jumping over the railing, dashing through the living room, and bursting into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?”

May jumped away from the kitchen window, whirling around to face Leo with redness creeping into her pale face. “Nothing. A branch just hit the window. It surprised me, that’s all.”

She hid her hands in the pockets of her apron. Leo spotted the discarded cutting board on the kitchen counter behind her, as well as the knife that was on the floor, and the lemon that was half cut, no doubt for the kettle and tea cup that was sitting next to the stovetop.

Leo raised a brow ridge, holding out his hand, palm up. “Really? That’s all that happened?”

“I’m fine.”

“Now who’s being a difficult patient. Let me see it.”

“It’s a small cut, that’s all.”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem for me to see it.” He wiggled his fingers.

Slowly, May pulled her left fist out of her pocket and uncurled her fingers. A small bit of blood had pooled on her palm, leaking from the cut on the topmost pad of her forefinger. It really was a small cut, nothing a simple bandage wouldn’t fix. Nevertheless, Leo found himself frowning at it.

May pulled her hand from his. “It’s really nothing. The window banging like a gunshot just caught me off guard, that’s all. No need to fuss over it.”

Leo took her by the elbow and led her to sit down on the divan in the living room. He went to the storage space under the stairs and came back with small medicine kit that he place the tea table. Sitting down across from May, he took her hand again.

“Gave me a right heart attack,” he murmured as he cleaned the cut.

"Doesn't feel good, does it? How do I think I felt when Donnie came to tell me that you were trampled?”

“May,” Leo whined. “For the last time, I’m fine. My shell doesn’t even hurt.”

She didn’t speak as he cleaned the blood, though she did hiss when he disinfected the cut. Her hand twitched, but she stayed still as he prepared the appropriate length of thin bandaging for her finger. Leo would have joked about holding her hand, but truth be told, he was looking for any excuse to touch her.

Fear of hurting him had made her keep her distance, and it was starting to annoy him. He wasn’t broken, damn it. But that didn't stop May from quickly changing subjects, holding still whenever he kissed her, or putting space between them whenever he got too close.

In any other situation, Leo would have angrily retorted that he would gladly get his shell broken all over. But then May would angrily turn away from him again. He hated it when she was too quiet. Well, there was one exception, but there hadn’t really been a chance of that in the last few weeks.

“Why do you insist on working so hard?” May asked suddenly.

“Just doing my job and daily chores. Is there really something wrong with that?”

“What if you pull something, and the cracks reopen?”

“I’ve cracked my shell before. I know my limits. There, all done.” He finished bandaging her finger and released her hand. Leo closed the med kit, but left it on the table as he stood, turning toward the kitchen.

“Now let’s go clean up that mess and have some din-”

Leo struggled not to stumble forward. May had crashed into his shell, wrapping her arms around his torso. His bulk made it difficult for her hands to meet, so she settled on simply spreading her fingers over his plastron, under his pectoral plates.

“Leo.”

He stilled, as frozen and quiet as a fox that was seconds away from frightening a bird.

“I am proud of you for saving that boy. I really am,” May said.

Leo tried not to remember the sound of the shrieking townspeople, and how no one had been fast enough to get to the child before the wagon could crush him. He tried not to remember the crunching sound when the hooves came down onto his shell. Instead he focused on the split second of relief he’d felt after he pushed the boy out of the way, when the boy had landed hard on his rump, on the safe side of the road.

“But I don’t need you to keep trying to prove how selfless you are. Stop working so hard for me.”

“Who said I’m working this hard for you?”

“You couldn’t lie to me three years ago. Don’t think I’m falling for it now.”

She squeezed his torso. Leo reached for her hands, covering them with his own. “I like helping you round the ranch.”

She slipped a hand away from his. Then she ran a finger, carefully, so featherlight that he almost didn’t feel it, over one of the cracks in his shell. He shuddered. The wound had closed but it was still a little tender if he were to admit it to himself. Like a lightning bolt, the crack in his shell had splintered outward, the deepest fissure near the top left side. May followed the line to his deepest wound.

“You’re lucky you can still walk,” she whispered.

Leo turned around. The living room was dim, lit by the single lantern Leo had put on the tea table when he went to get the med kit. With the storm outside and dusk still settling over the world, the room was lit with grey and orange shadows. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating May’s face. Leo couldn’t hear the harsh rain or the rolling thunder that followed. He cupped May’s face in his hands, leaning down so he could look into her eyes.

“I’m all right.”

“Are you?” May poked his plastron. “I’ve seen the way you grit your teeth when you think I’m not looking, how you try not to scratch your shell, or how breathless you get after too much work.”

“I’d like to be a different kind of breathless-”

“Leo!”

“I’m just tired from work is all.”

“Please. You have the energy of a foal. You’re slowing down, and don’t tell me it's because of age.”

Leo pressed his forehead against hers. “Are you worried about my stamina, May? That is one thing you never have to worry about. I can prove it to you, if you like.”

Her cheeks felt hot under his hands, but she didn’t bite. “Can you just-”

She squeezed her eyes closed, opening her mouth to pull in a deep breath. Leo ran his thumbs over her eyelids, wiping away the tears she was trying to hide.

“The first week after the accident,” he began, “I was in and out of consciousness most of the time, but I saw you whenever I woke up. Saw your hands and how tired you looked. Donnie told me that whenever he could get you to leave my side, you’d keep yourself busy doing everything around the ranch.” Leo smiled ruefully. “Got an earful from him. Kept ranting about how I should be thinking about my poor wife before I throw myself into danger.”

“He’s right.”

Leo groaned. “Please, don’t say that.”

“And I had help,” May said. “Your brothers, Mercy, and April came by. They practically took shifts. Even that boy’s mother came by. Cassandra.” Despite the shine in her eyes, May still smiled. “She’s really something. I think she could singlehandedly take down an army if she wanted to.”

“So could you,” Leo chuckled.

“Of course I can.”

She pressed her lips together, but couldn’t stop the sob that had been trapped in her throat.

Leo got down on his knees.

“Hey, hey, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

May covered her face with her hands as Leo pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her back.

“Your lucky you didn’t break any bones!”

“I know.”

“You could have died,” she wailed.

“But I didn’t. I’m here, May.”

“For how much longer? I know you recover fast, but this isn’t just a scratch that needs a few stitches.” Her breathe caught in her throat. “Do you have any idea what you looked like? By the time Donnie told me what had happened, they’d been working on you for hours and you were still bloody and your shell was in pieces.”

Leo grimaced. “You shouldn’t have seen that.”

May hissed. “There was no way I was leaving that room until I knew you were stable. Not even Mercy could stop me from helping put you back together. I did what I had to! Just-you’re not fair!”

May cried, shuddering breaths that had her shaking, and broken words that just tumbled out, one after the other.

“I know you did the right thing, and I know it was brave, and honorable, and I’m so proud but so angry, and don’t you dare say you’d do it all over again! I don’t care! I don't care about the stupid logic! I don't care if the mayor comes tomorrow and gives you a Medal of Honor! Don't you dare get hurt like that again!”

May hiccuped and wailed in his arms, and it was all Leo could go to gently pat her head and hold onto her. He took her weight when the pain could no longer allow her to support herself. She leaned against him, and he held her up with his arm around her waist when her knees buckled. Her grief could shame the storm raging outside, and all Leo could do was whisper softly to her until she could finally pull in a deep breath and let her hands drop from her face.

“I’m sorry, Pidge. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

May sniffled, cleaning her hands and fave with her apron. “But you have no problem making me worry?”

Leo stiffened. “That's not true."

May wriggled, pulling back so that he look at his face. Even red eyed and puffy cheeked, her glare could melt icebergs.

“Prove it then. Take a break, call for help, get some rest, or something! I’d even agree to get a stable boy for you to run off with if it meant you’d stop pushing yourself so much.”

Leo gave her several wide eyed blinks. “Now I know I didn’t hear that right. Not your best joke, Pidge.”

“You’re not giving me a lot of options.”

“And you’re breaking my heart.”

“What? I’m breaking your heart?”

May began to push against him. Leo got back up onto his feet and pulled her back into his arms when she got just the slightest bit loose. Though angry, she settled quickly, resting her cheek on his plastron, spreading her fingers over his pectoral plates.

How long had it been since she let him hold her this close. Leo winced at the sound of her sniffling, hating that this is what it took for her to be in his arms. He tugged at the little bow behind her neck, and felt the top part of her apron slacken against his plastron.

“I’m willing to do a lot of things for you. I’m willing to put aside my pride and ask my brothers for help. I'm willing to listen to your father berate me about not being good enough for you, for the umpteenth time. What I am not willing to do is share you with anyone else, not unless you no longer love me.”

“Marshal, I wouldn’t still be here, begging you to take care of yourself if I didn’t love you. And I never said anything about being with anyone else! This has nothing to do with what we’re talking about!”

“It has everything to do with it. Because if I’m not willing to share you with anyone else, then don’t you dare suggest that I should be with someone that isn’t you.”

He pulled at the knot on the small of her back, and her apron slipped off, pooling on the floor between their feet. May’s breath quickened, and Leo’s hands slid down to the small of her back, where her dress bow was.

Her hands moved from his chest to his abdominal plates. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else either.”

Leo tugged on the bow, and then worked his fingers between the ribbons that laced up the back of her dress, loosening them.

“But I also don’t want to hurt you.”

She trembled against him, and Leo tangled his fingers in her dress, tugging.

“Do you love me?”

“Is that a question?” May huffed.

“Just answer.”

“Yes, you idiot.”

“Then you can’t hurt me.”

Her dress was loose enough to pull apart. When Leo slipped his hand underneath the fabric and pressed his palm against her skin, only a satin undershirt had been in his way.

“Hmm? No corset? Well, well.”

“No shirt, Marshal?” She countered, pressing her lips to his plastron, right above his heart.

“Someone scared the daylights out of me while I was getting dress-”

Leo’s breath caught. May slowly dragged her fingertips down his plastron, her nails scratching the hard material, lighting up the nerve endings in his body wherever she touched. He pressed her closer to him, his hand lightly squeezing the muscles over her shoulder blade.

“Are you sure about this?” May whispered. “I could just-”

“I'm as sure about this as I am of breathing, so don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

Leo grabbed May’s hands. He fell backward onto the couch and pulled her toward him, till she stood between his legs. Then, with another tug, he had her chest pressed his face. May put her hands on his shoulders to try and balance herself. But couldn’t stop herself from wobbling when Leo reached down and tugged her skirts up over her legs.

“Come up here.”

With his hands steadying her hips, Leo waited as May slowly pulled herself over him. Once she was sitting with her knees bent under her, and her thighs straddling his hips, he leaned back to get a better look at her face.

The orange glow from the lantern highlighted the pink color in May's cheeks. Her eyes searched his. He wondered what she was could see in his face, whether he had something written on his expression that she could read, but he quickly found himself getting lost in her eyes instead. In the half shy, half excited tilt of her head. In the way her palms rested on his jaw. Her hands were soft. Not even the courser material of the bandage on her finger could stop the tingles that ran down his spine from the contact. Her fingertips slipped under his mask.

“Take this off.”

Not bothering to untie it, Leo tugged the mask over his head, and was rewarded by the softness of May’s lips on each of his crescent stripes. She kissed the top triangles above his eyes, on each of his brows, and then softly placed more kisses on the lower triangles on his cheeks.

“Dinner will get cold,” May mumbled between kisses.

“Don’t care. Not what I’m hungry for.”

May’s chest rose and fell harshly, but she gripped his face firmly in her hands when she said, “Do it slowly.”

“Of course.”

His hands cupped her elbows, sliding up the sleeves of her dress, stopping on her shoulders.

“I do like to savor my meals.”

Leo nibbled on the soft skin of her neck and collar bone. Then, he gripped the fabric and pulled, slowly pushing the dress down and off her arms as though he were unwrapping a gift. When the dress lay wrinkled on her waist, May collapsed against him, and Leo let out a breath of sweet relief at the feeling of her body pressed completely against his.

The storm continued to rage outside, a roaring, angry clash of thunder, wind, and lightning so loud that it almost drowned out the sounds of May’s screams and Leo’s grunts. It continued to thunder and blast the sky with energy, for hours after sundown, slowing only when May drifted off to sleep.

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Leo watched the rain tap tap tap against the bow windows across from the divan. The lamp on the tea table had flickered out, leaving him in a room of dark blues and grays. The lightning, wind, and thunder had calmed down. He suspected that the storm would end by morning. Absently, he rubbed May’s bare back as she dozed half-naked against him, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, her dress in a wrinkled heap around her legs and his hips. Leo really need to change his trousers soon, but he didn’t want to wake May up. The slight discomfort of the mess they both made was worth it if meant he could hold onto her for just a little longer.

It had been so long since she had been pressed against him, not since before the accident. She wouldn’t even let him hold her at night, too afraid to toss and turn and end up hurting his shell. If only she knew that nothing soothed his aches as much as she did, especially having her that close. He missed how soft she was against his plastron, the sound of her steady breathing, the weight of her body on his legs, the way she either curled her fists against his chest, or tucked her hands around his sides.

Leo leaned his cheek against May’s forehead.

The movement made May stir. She shivered slightly, and Leo sighed, carefully looping his arms under her thighs so that he could carry her up the stairs and back to bed. May groaned with the jostling. She lifted her head from his shoulder.

“Leo?”

“Mm?”

May leaved back, peering up at him, eyes still bleary with sleep. “How long was I asleep?”

“A few hours.”

May looked around. “It’s still dark. Have you been here all this time?”

“I was comfortable.”

He leg go of her legs so that he could wrap his arms around her back again and give her a gentle squeeze.

“Very comfortable.”

“My, aren’t you chipper. Did something good happen?”

“I’d say five good things happened.”

Leo couldn’t help the smug smirk that spread across his face, a smirk that only grew wider when May’s eyes flitted to his lips.

“Still worried about my stamina, Pidge?”

May’s legs twitched around him. She covered her face. “S-six. It was six.”

“Hmm, I must have missed one for you.” Leo pulled her hands away from her face. “Should we make it seven?”

“Marshal! Hush!”

“You weren’t telling me to be silent a few hours ago.”

May opened her mouth to retort but was stopped when Leo rolled his shoulders and shifted slightly in his seat. She put a hand on his cheek, and Leo couldn’t help leaning into her touch.

“Please be honest with me. Does anything hurt?”

“Nothing hurts.”

“Leo.”

“It’s the truth. Shell is a little itchy, but some ointment can fix that. Think you can help me with that?”

May smiled. “Happily. Anything else?”

“Going to be a muddy walk over to Mikey’s tomorrow, and then another to Donnie’s, then Raph’s.”

“Why?”

“Well, I figured you’d like to see Tess and your sister. Also, so I can talk to my brothers about how to divide up the work at our ranch.”

May’s lips crashed onto his. Leo’s eyes rolled back into his head. He nipped her lower lip, pulling her hips forward. May whimpered when her lower belly rubbed against his plastron. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips desperately against his, whimpering into his mouth when his tongue darted into hers. Leo pressed into her, one of his fangs lightly grazing her lower lip. The sound of their lips coming together was so loud, he could no longer hear the rain.

The spell was broken when May pulled away with him so that she could gasp for air.

Leo exhaled. “If that’s all it takes for me to get one hell of a thank-you-kiss, I would have done this sooner.”

May laughed, and then frowned when she noticed where Leo’s eyes had wondered. She clicked her teeth. “Really, Leo?”

“What? I can’t help it that you have such pretty breasts.”

May poked him in the forehead. “I should bite you!”

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s supposed to be a threat.”

“A very tempting threat.”

May pinched his snout. “Can you please be serious?”

“I’m always serious about you, what with you being the big troublemaker that you are.”

May scowled when he laughed, but didn’t protest when he pushed against her back, making her lean against him again. Once she was secure, he put his hands under her thighs, fingertips digging into the softness of her backside. He stood. May tightened her legs around his waist as Leo walked toward the stairs.

“If you keep making that pout at me, I might really spoil the moment.”

May sighed, though there was no real annoyance in it when she leaned forward to hug his shoulders. “One would think that after three years, you’d be better at not riling up your wife.”

“But it’s so fun.”

May reached over his back, putting her palms against his shell, carefully running her fingers over the healing cracks. “Does it hurt when I touch you?”

“No. Just itches. Temperature is more annoying, aches when it’s too cold. Or I’ll feel a little sore after staying in one position for too long.”

“Leo?”

“Hmm?”

“You’ll take it easy?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“I am a man of my word, Pidge. Provided that you keep yours.”

“What? I haven’t given my word on anything.”

Leo reached the top of the stairs. He turned down the hall and kicked open the door to their bedroom. Gently placing May down atop their bed, he stepped back so that he could hastily kick off his trousers. Then he reached for what remained of May’s dress and tore it off her.

“And who’s going to mend all that!” May whined.

“I’ll buy you another one,” Leo replied as he threw the tattered dress to the ground and joined her on the bed.

May lay backward, letting Leo slide off her shoes and stockings.

“Promise me something, Pidge. Otherwise I’ll go right back to work in the morning.”

She leaned up onto her elbows, watching him warily. “And just what am I promising?”

“Stop tip toeing around me. I promise not to exert myself, but Jesus woman, I’m not made out of glass. I need you to touch me. I need to touch you. Otherwise I’ll go insane.”

May bit her lip, eyes traveling down from his lips to his plastron and lower. “All right.”

“And-”

“There’s more?”

“Hush. Let me finish.”

Leo paused, glancing down at May’s legs now that her stockings were no longer in his way. He held onto May’s calf, pulling her legs into his lap. She winced, trying to pull out of his hold, but Leo held onto one of her ankles.

“Your poor feet,” he sighed, digging his knuckles into the pads under May’s toes.

May flinched. Leo moved to the other foot, pressing his hands into swollen, red, skin, marveling at the fact that she hadn’t torn anything.

“You’re lucky you don’t have any calluses.”

May whined. “I doesn’t hurt that bad.”

Leo leveled her with a disbelieving look. “Did you think I didn’t notice you charley horsin’ in the kitchen?”

“I wanted to keep you from taking on more tasks.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “You’re on your way to collapsing from exhaustion.”

“Now I am.”

Leo pinched her pinky toe. May shrieked, kicking her leg. Again, Leo held on. “Don’t try to be funny,” Leo snapped, even though he wore a smile. “You’re going to promise me that you’ll also take it easy and stop pushing yourself to do all the work. There’s no point in me gettin’ better if you end up hurting yourself in the process.”

“Is that the real reason I’m seeing Tess and Mercy tomorrow?”

“Can’t keep anything from you, now can I?”

May laughed, lying back down onto the bed. “You never could. All right. I promise to be more careful.”

Leo switched feet, slowly easing the soreness from May’s heel. She closed her eyes, letting him knead the sore and tired muscles. Then his hands started to wander, sliding up her legs.

“Any other demands?” May asked breathlessly.

Leo hovered over her, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Wrap those legs around my shell. I have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

With a giggle, May lifted her legs. “Make it seven.”

ANON!! ANON!!!!!

I AM SCREAMING THIS IS SO GOOD AHHHH!!!

PLEASE. THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I WISH I COULD SHARE WITH YOU NOW BUT I DON'T WANT TO GIVE SPOILERS! BUT ANON!!!!!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I LOVE this. I LOVE THIS!! It's just like Leo to take it easy when he should be healing. I LOVE the way you write for the time period. I LOVE how you've set a scene. MAKE IT SEVEN!! Please this is so sweet and fond and domestic and 😭😭😭😭😍😍😍

Let me know when you get it on ao3 so I can leave a comment and yell more! Anon, I hope you are having a phenomenal week. I'm giving you the biggest hug in existence.

#literally their banter is so spot on #AH #I LOVE THEM #bird's eye view #bird's eye view anon #ask #anon ask #The Pigeon's Perch #cowboy au #cowboy leo #leo x ofc #tmnt leo x oc #Rise!CowboyAU

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erithel · 2 years ago

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I know it’s kind of hard to see how uneven klancers treat the boys in terms of content but when Klancers say how “Keith rudely brushed off Lance’s hug was Lance’s fault for being annoying as fuck” and that we’re just infantilizing Lance, it just really confirms how much the klance fandom just doesn’t care about Lance as a character comparatively. It’s okay for Keith to be rude and mean, there’s always a reason or explanation, and the other party who gets wronged by him is the real asshole, okay.🤔 nevermind that scene says something about how poorly the show writes Keith’s character and treats the found family trope, lance being “annoying” means it’s okay for a friend to be a dick to him.

I also don’t understand people who are like “lance’s arc isn’t about (insert arc of choice), it’s about him just existing as he is.” Like okay? They did that in the show where he got nothing, never got acknowledged and accomplished nothing. It’s easy for people whose favorite character got a million arcs and screentime, but saying another character who canonly didn’t get anything, doesn’t need an arc, is very patronizing.

Lance existing as an accessory to Keith in shipping is okay but heaven forbid he tries to act above his station or compete with others for roles and arc…

Oh my god what klancers are you all talking to???? Because literally everyone I talk to who enjoys that ship has an equal respect and appreciation for both characters - you know, because it's a ship we enjoy.

This is doubly confusing for me because literally if someone were to take the time to go back to the time I first started answering these asks, they would see that Lance was seen as the character who "can do no wrong." So it's honestly just weird to hear you all talking about this switch of views in the fandom.

I would also like to point out that a grand total of zero characters in VLD got actual character arcs.

Takashi "what PTSD" Shirogane Keith "he's the leader now just because" Kogane Pidge "the one who knows everything" Holt Hunk "oh right he's here too" Garrett Princess "deus ex machina" Allura Coran "comedic relief" Coran the Gorgeous Man

A character arc isn't just a story that happens to that character - or an episode or scene where that character gets more focus than the others.

It's meant to be an inner journey or transformation that we are shown over the course of the story.

If someone claims a character's arc is how they just exist as they are... That's not an arc, that's a straight line. And that's not good storytelling.

Lance's personal arc should have been about accepting himself for who he was; learning his own value as an individual. And that is different than just existing. He's still the same person, at his core, but if he just exists, he never changes.

The sad thing is that Lance clearly stated his insecurities in the show. The beginning seasons of his character were the perfect setup for an amazing character arc - and it was just such a wasted opportunity.

#asks #erithel's hot takes #lance mcclain #voltron legendary defender

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phiixomath · 2 years ago

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04. rest

masterlist.

Lance is giddy when he exits the changing room. He rounds the corner as fast as he can and heads toward the stairwell up to the pool. The bright, blinding white sky comes into view when he lands the uppermost step and he grins.

His feet might feel like they're on fire for the few seconds it takes to reach the water, but it's more than worth it when he flies over the scorching cobblestones and cannonballs into the water. Pidge sits at the edge with their feet in the water and barely has time to turn around and react before they're fully splashed. They sputter and hunch their shoulders, bracing themselves with their eyes shut tight, while Hunk raises himself in his pool bed to wipe off the freezing water when it douses his face.

Lance slowly rises to the surface, loosening his muscles so he leads with the small of his back, then bounces upright when he bobs against the water. He cups his hands around his mouth and loudly whoops, shaking out his hair, and carding his hands through to untangle the curls when he’s done. He sighs contentedly as he takes an appreciative look around and snickers when he catches sight of Hunk giving him an unimpressed look. Lance pulls on a placating smile. He dives under and swims over to Hunk and plants a kiss on his now-wet cheek.

"Hey!" Pidge kicks at the water. Lance purses his lips when they barely make a splash, and their eyes harden in a glare, but he ignores them and tosses his head back. He shuts his eyes and spreads his arms, letting the sun properly warm his skin.

They've been staying on this planet for several days now, but the weather is just as invigorating as the first. After several weeks of nonstop travel in the castleship, attending missions in solely enclosed spaces, barely having time to relax, the team started to lament the lack of exposure to sunlight—the kind that was safe enough to bare their skin to. Finally, on the way to a particularly dangerous mission needing plenty of reconnaissance, they were alerted to a sort of vacation-planet. Lance and Pidge argued it wouldn’t hurt to stop by, especially as it fell on their charted path and, much to everyone’s delight, Allura and Shiro seemed to consider it. They ultimately got on board, agreeing the team needed a moment’s rest, and contacted the local leadership to make arrangements for a short stay.

While they expected an establishment built to comfort and rejuvenate, they didn’t expect to walk into what was, essentially, a lavish resort.

It was situated quite a ways from any nearby city and thus was huge, with sprawling walkways, a garden with a variety of wildlife, and an abundance of attractions. None of them had travelled away for a holiday in a long time, and it truly felt like one here, especially as they had free reign to explore, and made sure to. They checked out everything the resort had to offer, but each person quickly found their favourite feature, one they were drawn to in the evenings after they’d sufficiently worked and could take comfort without having to worry about falling behind on research for the upcoming mission.

These features included—and to no one’s surprise was Lance’s favourite—a pool. Several, actually, and it took an entire afternoon of Lance dragging whoever was free and willing to each and every type available. There was the standard kind, then the lazy river, a wave pool, one that was a mini waterfall somehow, and he and his companions—often Hunk, Keith, and Allura—spent plenty of time at each.

As it was their last day, everyone was distracted and eager to get away from work. Allura and Shiro also needed time to travel into the city and negotiate the terms of their alliance, and so everyone was dismissed after holding a brief morning check-in. Fortunately for Lance, who thought it was a shame to leave without having visited the last pool, that meant an entire day of lounging and enjoying the breathtaking view that came with the remaining rooftop infinity pool.

They arrive sometime before noon. The heat paired with the cool water is delicious, and Lance relishes in it, alternating between doing somersaults and testing how long he can hold his breath underwater without Blue. Pidge sits on the side, happy to drench him when he passes by, and Hunk relaxes on the large pool bed with a fizzy drink in his hand, making the others laugh by cracking jokes that become even funnier from the heat-induced euphoria. Pidge watches in amusement as Lance gleefully splashes around. He asks for stunts to perform and they oblige. Hunk crosses his hands under his head and smiles as Lance’s kicks and tricks ripple out and gently rock his pool bed. They play games, time his laps, cheer when he bests his previous record of staying underwater, and soak up the sun until it’s right on top of them and even Lance decides the heat’s too harsh.

The three of them retire to the pool chairs. Lance teases Pidge when they’re too short to reach the lever and expand the pool umbrellas. They stick their tongue out at him then quickly sprawl out over the only other pool chair, smirking at Hunk. Hunk lifts his sunglasses and his smile falls when Lance grins conspiratorially and frantically towels off, removes his shoes, and curls up beside Hunk before he can protest. He winds an arm across his chest and pulls himself closer. He ignores Hunk when he groans out of habit but truthfully finds himself extremely comfortable. Lance requests Pidge take a picture and they do, plenty of times, guaranteeing they’ve taken the most unflattering angles. Hunk snorts once he sees them but soon his eyelids grow heavy and, after checking to confirm the shades are obscuring them from direct heat, he lets them close. He falls asleep, head resting atop Lance’s.

“Hunk.” A shake of his shoulder. “Hunk, you gotta get up.” He wakes slowly, blinking off the last vestiges of sleep to a very bemused Keith.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “What… time is it?” He sits up and takes stock of his surroundings: the much darker sky, Lance fully glued to his side with one leg thrown over him, which is perplexing since that might have been the best, most restful nap of his life. Pidge is passed out with their glasses still on and their limbs hanging off the pool chair. “Holy shit.”

“It’s like, 4:00.”

Hunk raises his eyebrows, clearing his sleep-dry throat. “Where were you man? We didn’t see you the entire day.”

“I went to my room after breakfast. I guess I missed Lance’s text when I was taking a shower, but went downstairs a bit later thinking you guys would join me for lunch. You didn’t, but then Allura and Shiro called so Coran and I thought we should go look.” He rests his hands on his hips. “I just spent the past couple hours checking everywhere—why are there so many pools?”

“I’m sorry, dude. There’s like, twelve.” Hunk frowns. “Wait, why did Allura and Shiro call?”

“It’s gonna be an early start tomorrow so they thought we should pack and get to bed. I just finished packing and helping Coran take my stuff to the castleship, thought I should let you know in case we decide to leave.”

“I should probably get my stuff together, too.” Hunk coaxes himself out of Lance’s grip then looks down at him, still asleep.

“And Lance?”

Hunk takes a deep breath in consideration. “Let him sleep some more, he really tired himself out earlier.” He adds with a fond laugh, “I’ll take care of his stuff and I’ll meet you upstairs.” Keith nods. Hunk quickly tugs on his shoes and stands up. He pulls a shirt over his swim gear as he goes over to wake Pidge. They stir, but refuse to open their eyes or budge until he offers a piggyback ride.

Hunk gives them a look but caves right away. “Get on,” he says with a sigh and they instantly crack their eyes open and jump onto his back. They bury their head in his neck and close their eyes again and Hunk smiles. “See you, Keith.”

“See you.”

Keith lingers by Lance’s pool chair, unsure what to do. He eventually sits down on the pool chair beside him, observing the way the pleasant breeze ruffles his curls over his sun-kissed, newly-freckled skin. He knows it’s his heart speaking, but Lance looks positively ethereal under the oncoming twilight sky.

He leans against the back of the pool chair but freezes when Lance, lacking the Hunk he was cuddling earlier, latches onto him. Keith adjusts so Lance is less awkwardly holding him and more wrapping himself around Keith’s waist. He seems peaceful, taking steady deep breaths, but it becomes evident he’s cold when he violently shivers. Keith feels a bit guilty for not having noticed so he swifty pulls off his jacket. It's cheesy, but he drapes it over Lance anyway. He covers Lance fully so he can sleep without any problems, then makes sure not to jostle him in the process of carefully pulling his legs onto the chair so he can lie down, too.

Keith takes a deep breath and watches the sun as it begins to set. The resort lights slowly flicker on, shifting between shades of purple that accompany the darkening blue sky. The earlier, sweltering heat gives way to a gentle breeze and Keith leans away to see out from under the pool umbrella. When he does, he stills.

He knows they’re quite far from any cities, the reason why Allura and Shiro still aren’t back yet, but had forgotten what wonders that does for the evening sky; the distance from any significant light pollution means the planet’s moon and stars are easily visible, even several hours before dusk. Keith gets lost in tracing them, in the feeling of seeing dozens in sparkling clusters rather than being among and up close, traveling for days to find one as bright as the ones he can make out now. He leans away even more to see if he can find any more, when he feels Lance move.

He waits for Lance to get his bearings then speaks.

“Lance. Hi.” Keith cracks a small smile and Lance’s eyes widen.

“Keith?” The poor boy seems so disoriented, Keith can’t help finding it adorable, but he winces in sympathy when Lance almost scrambles off the narrow chair trying to get up.

“Woah, are you okay?”

“I—” Lance braces a hand on the back of the chair. “I’m fine. What’re you doing here? Where are Hunk and Pidge?”

“They went upstairs to pack. Allura and Shiro called to say we’re most likely leaving earlier than we thought.”

“Why? Did something happen?” Lance makes to remove Keith’s jacket then reddens when he realises what it is. “Oh my God,” he whispers under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Lance breathes and Keith raises an eyebrow. Lance avoids his gaze and quickly stands and starts gathering his things. “But why didn’t you guys wake me up?” Keith shrugs.

“Hunk said you were really tired.”

“Obviously, but—okay, what did Allura and Shiro say?”

“What do you mean? About why we’re leaving early?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know, they didn’t say.” Lance sighs.

He looks away forlornly and Keith follows his sight toward the rippling pool, the skyline that meets its edge like it’s the horizon.

“We can stay a bit longer,” he says without thinking. “It didn’t sound like an emergency, they probably just wanted to get ahead of the curve.” Lance chews on his lip, considering. “Do you wanna stay a bit longer?” Keith openly asks this time. His voice lowers without him realising and Lance looks back at him.

A smile slowly spreads across his face and he nods. Keith grins back and Lance rushes toward the pool, doing an enthusiastic flip. Keith jumps in after him and the cold shock of water is exhilarating. Lance swims to him, coming up so close their noses brush, and makes him gasp just as he’s about to regain his breath. He doesn’t draw away and instead reaches out to push away the stray hair plastered to Keith’s cheeks, stopping and searching Keith’s face with a mystified expression.

“Wanna race?”

“Yeah.” Keith manages. Lance smiles and they take off toward the edge of the pool.

They end up staying late enough to catch the sun set. The sky’s left so full of stars they forget about racing entirely, craning their necks up to watch them twinkle. It’s surreal; the pool isn’t lit, and so the starry sky reflects in Lance’s eyes as well as the surface of the water, like it’s one endless depth and Keith wishes he could hit pause and fall into it.

“I don’t want to leave.” Lance says, eyes transfixed on the sky. “You’re gonna have to be the one to break it to Shiro and Allura. Tell them I live here now, even if that means I’m all by myself.”

“You won’t be.” Lance looks back at him and, even if Keith said it without thinking, he finds that he agrees. Though he quickly adds, “They won’t trust you to be by yourself.”

"Excuse me?"

"They'll probably force me to stay with you."

"And?"

"I would." Keith smirks. "Just as long as we get separate rooms, you have no idea how much of a blanket hog you are."

"Jacket hog," Lance says, a smile pulling at his lips.

"Right." Keith rolls his eyes fondly.

"We have a deal, then." Lance extends his hand and Keith shakes it. Lance suddenly pulls him under and his laugh rings out when Keith resurfaces. He thinks he doesn't mind the water up his nose so long as he hears more of it.

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary day 5 #fluffbruary 2023 #klance #vld #voltron #fixxfics #keith kogane #lance mcclain #hunk garett #pidge gunderson #this one was a bit of a struggle but we did it!!! also it's the longest thing i've written so far so i'm extra partial haha #reblogs are always appreciated!

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incorrect-kidge-quotes · 2 years ago

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HEYYY !! For the ship meme , who tops ??

I have an answer for two different scenarios, depending on if you subscribe to the whole "Galra mating season" idea. So I'll describe it for both with and without a particular season.

With Mating Season

In this scenario 99% of the time, Keith tops (or depending on his mood and if he "wants a view" he power bottoms. After a few years of marriage and being together, it's something that BOTH Keith and Pidge look forward to, and they usually use up all there PTO from the Garrison and Blades all at once for a two week long "bender of debauchery" as Pidge has it marked in their calendars (much to Keith's embarrassment). There's 1% of the time where Pidge wants to act a little feisty for her "Beasty" and she'll try and take the lead, being able to push him back on the bed and straddle him before he can get back up, and this is when his Galra blood flairs up for his strong-willed partner. In this scenario, I imagine 90% of the time it's mostly them just goint at it rough and fast, and they both enjoy the feeling of exhaustion that they cause each other.

Without Mating Season

Similar to the last one, but I'd say it's more 75% Keith and 25% Pidge. And it can be a year of round thing, as even without a specific season, I personally headcanon as Galra having a very high libido since as a race of warriors and conquerors, they pretty much encounter the possibility of death as fast as they can reproduce, so they probably want to make the most of any free time with their desired partner. In these instances, I feel like Keith would be the king of teasing/edging Pidge, maybe even convincing her to let him tie her up with her bayard, so that way when he finally let's her get some relief it's incredibly intense and she's beyond flustered. On the opposite end, when Pidge wants to initiate it, it's more of when she's had a stressful day in the labs, she knows what she wants to do and Keith is more than happy and willing to be her favorite tool for relief.

#keith #pidge #kidge #keith x pidge #pidge x keith #kidge-headcanons #peith #team forestfire #emobot #nsfw?

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chibi-pix · 2 years ago

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I was wanting more white haired Altean Pidge in her new outfit. And. I wanted Bandor. So. I figured something out. I revisited this old piece (can view the ref down below, too), or rather just the upper part with these two and Rover. And gave it majour changes. I mean, it’s a new image really, slightly redraw material? Not sure. In case you wish to view it but not the link, here’s the top part of the image of these two.

Gods, so much change. And beautiful changes at that. I’m happy.

Anyway, I hope y’all enjoyed this one! Until next time!

#VLD #VLD Pidge #VLD Bandor #Pidge #Bandor #Katie Holt #Altean Pidge #VLD Rover #Pidge Gunderson #Altean Born Olkari Raised #white haired pidge #Voltron Legendary Defender

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kidge-planet · 1 year ago

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Kidge summer event

Day 18 : free day ( write whatever you want for that day!)

Characters: Pidge/Katie holt, Keith Kogane

Pairing: pidge and keith : kidge

season7-Season8

It was a warm summer day on Earth, and the paladins were taking a much-needed break from their intergalactic adventures. Pidge had returned to her childhood home, and Keith had decided to spend some time with her, away from their busy lifes.

They were sitting on the front porch of Pidge's house, sipping lemonade and enjoying the gentle breeze. The sound of cicadas filled the air, creating a peaceful ambiance. Pidge let out a contented sigh as she leaned back in her chair, gazing at the blue sky.

"You know," Keith said, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "it's nice to have some downtime like this."

Pidge smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it really is. I never thought I'd get a chance to experience a regular summer again."

Keith chuckled. "Well, you deserve it. You've been working so hard to save the universe. You need a break."

Pidge playfully rolled her eyes. "Says the guy who's been working just as hard."

Keith shrugged. "I guess we're both guilty of that. But it's good to take a step back and enjoy the little things once in a while."

Pidge hummed in agreement, taking another sip of her lemonade. The two of them fell into a comfortable silence again, simply enjoying each other's company.

After a while, Keith spoke up again. "Hey, want to go for a walk? There's a nice park nearby, and I heard they have an amazing view of the sunset."

Pidge's eyes lit up with excitement. "Sure, that sounds like a great idea!"

They finished their lemonades and set out for the park, walking side by side. The park was indeed beautiful, with colorful flowers in full bloom and the setting sun casting a warm glow over everything.

As they walked along a tree-lined path, Pidge spoke up. "You know, I used to come to this park a lot when I was younger. My dad and I would come here to stargaze on clear nights."

"That sounds nice," Keith replied. "Did you use your telescope?"

Pidge nodded. "Yeah, my dad got me my first telescope when I was ten. I was obsessed with the stars and the universe even back then."

Keith smiled at the thought of young Pidge, passionately exploring the night sky. "You haven't changed much, have you?"

Pidge blushed slightly but smiled back. "I guess not. The universe still fascinates me, and I'm grateful that I get to explore it with you and the others."

Keith's heart skipped a beat at her words, and he felt a warmth spreading through him. He had admired Pidge's intelligence, determination, and passion from the very beginning, and he couldn't help but feel a deep connection to her.

As they reached a clearing in the park, they sat down on a bench, facing the setting sun. The sky was painted with shades of orange and pink, creating a breathtaking sight.

"It's beautiful," Pidge whispered, her eyes fixed on the horizon.

"It is," Keith agreed, stealing a glance at her. "Just like you."

Pidge's eyes widened in surprise, and she blushed even more. "K-Keith, you're being cheesy."

Keith chuckled softly. "Maybe. But it's true. You're amazing, Pidge."

Pidge looked down, suddenly feeling shy. "Thanks, Keith. You're pretty amazing too."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, they both knew that their feelings for each other ran deeper than friendship. The sun had set, and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, mirroring the sparks of affection between them.

As they sat in the park, gazing at the stars, they knew that this summer would be one they would cherish forever

#voltron kidge #keith and pidge #pidge and keith #pidge #keith #keith voltron #voltron #voltron pidge #kidge #voltron legendary defender #kidge summer event

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dippingstick · 2 years ago

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Because my brain has been so fired up lately after I finished my first book draft(Yes I'm writing a book probs talk abt it later), I have so many headcanons written down for Iolia in general/the character crossover city. So, here are some of them, and if you don't know what I'm talking about just click here or view them without context lol. Enjoy!

Ocean[RTC] tries to get involved with anything in the city. And I mean EVERYTHING, especially seats of power

The RLS(real life show) people would probably stick close together cause y’know, you don’t see sentient objects, talking cookies, or GEM PEOPLE everyday.

Also the MK and Eternals casts would likely stay close due to being in the MCU together & everything(The Eternals also probably recognize the Egyptian Gods as well)

The Zetsubou Vacation cast would either A) be extremely confused abt this predicament and thankful they can’t die here or the more likely scenario B) they’re 100% done with this bullshit and just wanna rest.

Tsukasa, Lance, Sokka, and Mista go out for coffee chats every Thursday to catch up on what each of them has been doing

Five Hargreeves occasionally hangs out with Scorpion to try and escape his family for at least a little bit

Until Klaus comes barging in and starts chatting it up with Toby

Pidge and Fugo’s games of UNO or any card game really are HEATED

Usually ends in Fugo raging out while Pidge cackles like a maniac

Angie Yonaga, Noriaki Kakyoin, and Ena Shinonome hold group painting sessions and love to gossip about their friends during them

Rohan was originally a member of this but hasn’t been able to make it due to the toxic shit he spewed every time they met

Akito got introduced to Ocean via. Mischa and lets just say the Volatile Ginger Energy emanating from the two of them was too much for the Museum to handle(Techno kicked them out)

#project sekai #pjsekai #moon knight #ride the cyclone #rtc #danganronpa #voltron #eternals #houseki no kuni #jjba #tua #the umbrella academy #character crossover city #iolia #osc #noriaki kakyoin #pannacotta fugo #rohan kishibe #minecraft

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mx-princey · 2 months ago

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Currently, I'm thinking of making a Bird Keeper Pokémon OC.

At the moment, I'm just trying to decide which Pokémon I should have as their Partner Pokémon. The OC is going to be a bit of an analogue to how I view my own Pokémon journey, but I don't want them to be me because I'm... myself, not a character.

My partner Pokémon is Pidge the Pidgeot, who I've had with me since 2013 :-]

(Not her pictured, this is a Pidgeot off of Youtube. But all Pidgeots are treasures!).

That's what has inspired me to make a Bird Keeper trainer.

I think that I'd like their lead Pokémon to be either Honchkrow, Unfezant, or Espathra.

Pros for the three-

Honchkrow I've long enjoyed the design for (a mafia crow??? That's awesome!!). Plus, it's one of the Shadow Pokémon available in Colosseum, which makes it viable as a complete Ribbon Master, a challenge I'd like to try after achieving ribbon mastery with Pidge and my other partner Pokémon Nido!

On the other hand, I really like how female Unfezant's design looks too! Plus, its a pidgeon - just like Pidgeot's namesake, so it would be really fitting as an analogue to my journey with Pidge!

And as for Espathra, honestly I fell in love with this Pokémon because it reminds me of my favourite Animal Crossing Villager Queenie, especially its shiny. But even disregarding that, I think its an underappreciated bird Pokémon in general and since I have very bad anxiety its cool thinking of Psychic Pokémon as supports for mental conditions. I'm thinking of having the trainer come off as cold emotionally (think dandere) and I think it would be cool to have this be a result of Espathra psychically subduing their emotions to help them with an anxiety disorder.

But of course, there's also Cons...

Honchkrow is a very distinct Pokémon and has a very strong presence, and I feel like having one as the lead Pokémon would prerequisite basing the design of the trainer around such a Pokémon in a way lest the pair feel off-balanced. However, I want to keep the trainer pretty simple in their design, so a Honchkrow would probably overshadow them.

As for Unfezant and Espathra, the biggest drawback to me is just that I couldn't make a Colosseum Ribbon Master out of them... lol.

Actually, I think I talked myself out of wanting Honchkrow as a Lead, so that parts a bit useless now... But I already wrote it, so its staying part of the post. I just have to pick between Unfezant and Espathra now.

Comments are welcome if you'd like to comment just keep in mind that sometimes I already have a decision but just need some time to realise it. So please don't feel disheartened if you post encouragement for one Pokémon only for me to shoot it down later...

Anyway, if anyone read this whole post I hope you have a good day no matter your engagement.

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fandom-smut-shots · 3 years ago

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Keith Kogane - I’m Not Going Anywhere

Not Going Anywhere

A/N: Modern life AU.

Also, any genders and pronouns are acceptable to request. If not specified, I default to female, because that’s the majority of reader inserts in my experience.

Summary: You’ve been dating Keith for about six months, but you’ve only recently met his group of friends. He’s worried that they each have more to offer you than he does, and his insecurities eat away at him until you calm him down.

Words: 2,063

“Your girlfriend is coming to the party, right?”

Keith froze, glancing up at Shiro where the older man stood beside the stove, preparing a pot of spinach artichoke dip. He was a disaster at cooking actual food, but he’d managed to learn to prepare dips like a boss.

“Uh…” was all the black-haired boy managed in response, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“Come on, Keith,” Shiro chided gently, employing his best Older Brother voice. “You’ve been seeing this girl for, what, six months now? I think it’s time I met her. And what better time to introduce her to the gang than at your birthday party?”

“Do I have to introduce her to everyone?” Keith whined, glaring down at his breakfast. “Can’t she just meet you and be done with it?”

Shiro sighed, turning to argue when he caught sight of his brother’s expression. Keith wasn’t one for expressing his emotions, so Shiro had learned early on how to read the arch of his brow and the shine of his eyes. Keith currently looked crestfallen, which given the circumstances meant that insecurities were buzzing around inside his head.

“It’s going to be fine, Keith,” the older boy commented, taking a seat across from Keith at the table. “Everyone is going to love her, and she’s going to love your friends.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” was all Keith murmured before he stood, setting his cereal bowl in the sink before turning to skulk down the hallway towards his room.

“I’d love to go to his birthday party!” you squealed into the phone, balancing it between your ear and your shoulder so you had free use of your hands. “I’m almost done decorating his cake. I could bring it with me!”

“He’d love that,” Shiro chuckled on the other end. “We’re not a baking-inclined family, so it’s always store-bought cakes for us.”

“He told me he just wanted to do something simple to celebrate with me,” you returned, swirling icing atop the cake to add calligraphic decoration to Keith’s name. “I wonder why he didn’t tell me you were throwing him a party.”

“He doesn’t like being the center of attention,” Shiro reasoned.

You hummed in agreement. “That’s true.” Setting the piping bag on the counter, you paused, a frown forming on your lips. “It’s not… He wants me to come, right? He won’t be mad that you invited me?”

Shiro sighed into the receiver, and you bit your lip nervously. “He’ll be upset that I went behind his back, but I know him very well, and I think he’d enjoy the party a lot more if you were there. He’s just nervous about you meeting his friends. They can be a handful.”

“If you’re sure,” you replied. The last thing you wanted to do was upset your boyfriend while trying to celebrate his birthday. “I’ll be there. With a cake.”

“Perfect,” the man on the phone replied. “I’ll see you tonight. It’ll be great, I promise.”

You hung up the phone and set it on the counter, admiring your handiwork on your boyfriend’s cake. Exhaling softly, you tried to believe Shiro’s words. Everything would be fine.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you approached the front door of Shiro and Keith’s shared house. Carefully balancing the cake with one hand, you raised the other to knock on the door, waiting patiently but anxiously for someone to answer. The door opened to reveal Shiro, smiling widely upon seeing you on the other side.

“(y/n)! It’s so great to meet you!” he greeted enthusiastically. “I’m Shiro, Keith’s older brother. I apologize if I startled you with that phone call earlier – I wasn’t sure Keith would actually follow through and invite you.”

“He didn’t,” you giggled. “I don’t mind at all. I’ve been wanting to meet you for months.”

“Let me take that for you,” he offered, easing the cake out of your hold. He headed inside, nodding for you to follow him. You closed the door behind you, following the tall man- like seriously, how was he that tall?- into the kitchen. There stood a thicker boy, nearly as tall as Shiro, stirring and chopping like a professional chef.

“That cheese sauce smells amazing, Hunk,” Shiro complimented the cook, placing the cake on the counter.

“It’s almost done- ooh, where’d the cake come from?” the cook inquired.

“Keith’s girlfriend.”

The spoon being used to stir the cheese sauce fell to the floor with a clink, gooey cheese splashing all over the tile.

“Keith’s what?!”

The tall, tanned cook spun on his heel, a grin splitting his lips as he caught sight of you. “She’s real!”

Shiro laughed softly, stepping closer to you. “Hunk, this is (y/n). (y/n), this is Hunk, our resident chef. He shares a few classes with Keith.”

“I’m an engineering major,” Hunk explained, offering his hand. You placed your comparably tiny hand in his, giggling softly.

“It’s nice to meet you. Keith has mentioned your cooking.”

Hunk’s eyes sparkled at the confirmation that the emotionally constipated raven appreciated his food before he turned back to the stove.

“Hey, Shiro, what-“ Keith stopped in his tracks as he entered the kitchen, his eyes widening as he stared at you. “(y/n)? What are you doing here?”

“I invited her because I knew you wouldn’t,” Shiro explained.

“It’s okay that I’m here, right, babe?” you questioned, brows furrowing with worry as you took Keith’s hands in yours.

“Babe?” teased an unfamiliar voice. “Keith lets someone call him babe?” A tall, thin brunet sauntered into view, resting his elbow on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “Hey, who’s the hottie? She’s- ow!”

Keith’s elbow collided with the brunet’s rib, and he stepped away.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Keith murmured, lacing his fingers with yours, but you could hear the uncertainty in his voice. You stood up on your toes, pressing your lips to his, and he melted into the gesture despite having an audience. The brunet from before whistled at the sight, and Keith pulled back with a glare in his eyes and a blush on his cheeks.

“I’m (y/n,” you introduced, offering your hand.

“The name’s Lance,” the tan brunet grinned, taking your hand in his and lightly kissing your knuckles. You simply raised a brow in response, unsurprised when Keith ripped Lance’s hand away from yours.

“She’s taken,” he growled, wrapping an arm around your waist. You giggled softly, resting your head on Keith’s shoulder.

“Is that everyone?” you inquired, looking towards Shiro.

“Hunk!” another voice called from the hallway. “Are the nachos done? I’m starving- oh, hey.”

Finally, someone not insanely tall.

“I’m Pidge,” they offered, lifting their hand to their head in a salute. “You must be Keith’s girlfriend.”

“(y/n),” you countered. “Are you another friend of his?”

Pidge stole a chip from the bowl on the table, popping it into their mouth. “If that’s what we’re calling it. I’m friends with Lance and Hunk, and they kinda forced Keith to join the group.”

“I encouraged it,” Shiro replied. “My brother needs social skills.”

“I have plenty of social skills,” Keith grumbled in response.

Lance snickered loudly, Pidge choked on a ship, and Hunk chuckled from his place at the stove.

“I got myself a girlfriend without your interference, didn’t I?” your boyfriend defended, his grip around your wait tightening.

“How did you two meet, anyway?” Pidge questioned.

“I’m an art major,” you replied. “We met in Interpretive Painting.”

“Keith takes art classes?” Lance gasped, his voice raising several octaves.

“Makes sense,” Pidge shrugged.

“Interpretive Painting?” Hunk repeated. “That sounds like fun.”

“Ah, someone who will encourage my brother to keep working on his art,” Shiro smiled. “I already love her.”

Keith used his hand on your waist to guide you away from the others, leading you to the living room. He sat on the couch, pulling you onto his lap, securing his arms around you. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers toying with his thick raven hair. His nose nuzzled into your neck as he inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of your body wash.

“Why didn’t you want me to meet them?” you inquired softly. “They seem nice.”

“Too nice,” he murmured against your skin. “They’ll take you away from me.”

You pulled away from Keith just enough to lift his head, caressing his jaw with your hand, gazing softly into his violet eyes. “You don’t really think that, do you?”

His gaze dropped somewhere behind you – a tell that the current situation made him vulnerable and insecure.

“You heard them in there. I’m not social. How many times have you told me I suck at texting back? If you hadn’t been so friendly, I wouldn’t have even been able to ask you out.”

“So?” you questioned, brushing your thumb across is cheekbone. “I’m dating you, aren’t I? If you being anti-social was an issue, I wouldn’t have said yes.”

He sighed, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “Lance is better at romance and dating. Pidge is smart, and you like a lot of the same games. Hunk can cook actual meals. They have more to offer you.”

Your heart broke at his honesty. You knew how hard it was for Keith to be so open, even with you. He must have been dreading the day you met his friends if he was this concerned about it.

Taking his face in your hands, you lifted his head until you can access his mouth. You gently pressed your lips to his, pouring your emotions into the kiss. He sighed softly against your lips, his arms tightening around your waist. You let one hand slide back to tangle in his hair, gently tugging on the strands.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised between kisses. “I love you, Keith. Befriending your friends means I get to spend more time with you and learn more about you. They’re not going to take me from you, I promise.”

“Dinner is done!” Hunk’s voice called from the kitchen.

You slid off of Keith’s lap, much to his dismay, and offered him a hand. “Come on, babe. Let’s go eat.”

He took your hand, lacing your fingers and squeezing softly as he followed you into the kitchen. Chips, cheese, meat, and vegetables decorated the table as a homemade nacho bar for everyone to dig into. Keith’s amethyst eyes danced around the kitchen, landing on an unfamiliar container on the counter.

“What’s that?” he inquired, turning his gaze to Hunk.

Hunk grinned. “(y/n) brought it.”

“It’s your cake,” you replied, shoving a fully-coated nacho into your mouth.

“You made me a cake?” Keith questioned, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

“The plan was for us to have a private party after you were done here,” you shrugged. “When Shiro invited me, I figured I might as well bring the cake.”

Keith dipped his head, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. Lance and Pidge cat-called from somewhere behind you, but Keith didn’t seem to mind. Shiro smiled from behind Keith, shaking his head softly.

After dinner and cake were thoroughly enjoyed, you followed Keith and his friends to the living room to watch movies. He sat on the couch and you reclaimed your place on his lap, snuggling into his chest. His hands intertwined with yours, his fingertips brushing your knuckles, and you peppered soft kisses to his jaw, reminding him that you were his.

While everyone was enthralled in the movie, you turned to face your boyfriend. You untangled a hand from his in order to lift it to his face, cupping his cheek. He turned his gaze from the movie to look at you, a soft expression in his eyes that only you were allowed to see. You shifted in his lap, pulling his lips down to yours. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, gently nipping at your lower lip with his teeth. You were tempted to give in until you recalled your company, reluctantly breaking the kiss and settling back against his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured softly, squeezing his hand as you watched the movie. The kiss he pressed to the side of your head told you that he understood, and while you knew his insecurities wouldn’t be magically washed away, you also knew that he was trying and that was more than enough for you.

#voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltorn x reader #keith kogane #keith x reader #keith kogane x reader #reader insert #fluff

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Delta chapter 1

The ship finally arrives at Hoenn people, trainers, and their Pokemon gather at the door waiting to finally step foot on the dock of SlatePort City

And among the crowd was a young adult trainer with a cap.

'It's been a while since I've stepped foot in Hoenn as my trainer persona Eden…I hope Mew will be okay on the island by herself with the rest of the Pokemon ugh…

Mew rallied up pretty much half the island to force me to take a vacation

You rub your temples with your fingers in annoyance.

What you do is for the well-being of the island and its inhabitants. Why do they not understand that?'

You stand firm against the crowd finally making your way onto the dock of Slateport.

Well… you had been working non-stop right after night, especially now that two members of the International police got their hands on legendary Pokemon. The criminal underworld has been a mess you have been scrambling to meet order after order, meeting after meeting from the average dark web browser looking for discounted rare vitamins and items, to meetings and even larger orders from the Regional Mafia.

Salty ocean air greets you, Hoenn always had a clean fresh smell to it that you loved. The Pokemon Center is going to be your first stop. it's been a long time since you've been here so might as well pick up a brochure, and relax under a tree.

A gathering crowd at the Slateport Museum caught your eye, curiosity taking over you turn your heel to see what the crowd was gawking at.

Ah… instant regret… members of the international police standing side by side as the cameraman and woman set up an interview in front of the Museum entrance.

" Hello, I am Jennifer with Hoenn news here today to view the new exhibit for Mega Evolution as well as Primal Groudon and Primal Kyogre. I am here with two agents of the international police Archie and Maxie, who became allies of these Pokemon-"

Maxi Puffs out his chest in pride as he speaks " in this Museum we are proudly protecting a Me-"

You rolled your eyes and continued walking you didn't want to hear anything of what these two had to say… you were there you know what happened.

It was a hunting operation to capture both Groudon and Kyogre. You are not directly a part of the operation but you still provided information in exchange for going with them to the caves of origin to find some ancient ruins as well as collecting wear items along the way…

The Hunt went horribly, everyone underestimated the power of the Primal Groudon and Primal Kyogre as the two clawed their way to the surface. Perhaps sensing the other was nearby and was itching to finish what they started. Steven his team and you of course quickly made their escape as the international police took action calming and capturing Groudon and Kyogre.

And during the aftermath one Grunt was found and taken in for questioning

One grunt almost gave away not only the entire existence of the criminal underground but the known of your existence.

Even though Mew quickly found her way to the cell to wipe the grunt's memory. The damage was done and the international police, a quiet laughing stock of the criminal underground, quickly became a real threat, as now they knew that something was going on.

The Pokemon center's door automatically slides open as you walk through, ignoring everything you quickly grab a brochure and head out. You don't want to spend any more time here than you should… not with the international police around.

You didn't have any Pokemon with you not even you not even your shadow but it's not like you were an ordinary beginner trainer you are trained to handle Pokemon by yourself after all

The breeze flowing through your hair and the soft soil beneath your feet as you trailed off the beaten path into the dense foliage just to get away from anyone really to enjoy a minute of peace and quiet while reading a brochure before deciding on what to do.

You stretch before leaning against a tree. Finally relaxing until-

"Peep peep! Pidg-!"

…

Looking up in the direction of the sound you see two Pokemon, Feathers flying

You put down your paper getting closer to see a Bagon attacking the bird Pokemon who is shivering covering its face with its wings.

It must have chosen it as its prey.

You throw your paper to the side rushing in stepping in between and standing your ground.

But the bagon does not relent biting into your foot, it's sharp teeth drawing blood soaking into your black jeans.

You wince holding back the searing pain. With all your strength you whip the dragon from your leg. The bagon rippes your leg go, your blood staining it's teeth, stumbling backward and struggling to get back up, for a moment when it does it shoots you a nasty glare as if it was plotting its revenge.

A nearby stick bracing yourself normally you protect Pokemon but you're not dumb to not defend yourself against an aggressive Pokemon the bagon growl and runs away.

You wait till the dragon leaves before driving your attention back to the poor bird Pokemon

"There it's gone now you don't have to be scared anymore"

The Pokemon's Wings droop down,

A pidgey?

What's a pidgey doing all the way out here? In hoenn

The poor fellow was scared to death but he didn't seem to be too badly hurt in any way just some scratches and a few feathers missing.

The Pidgey Shivers looking up at you seems to notice what happened and begin to slowly hop towards you. You get down on your knees taking the potion out of your bag.

" Hold still okay? I'm going to check and spray any wounds."

The Pokemon complied as you sprayed each scratch gently.

The pidgey looked happy bouncing around with Newfound energy. Flapping its wings.

Pidgey seem to be in good health that was good

" Now then you go along now and don't get yourself into any more trouble" you said, getting up to walk back to your tree.

The pidgey watched you intently as it hopped toward you

Immediately turn your head noticing "ugh… really? Where's your family?"

The pidgey hopped closer looking up at you and immediately noticed something was wrong.

Why wasn't it flying? Maybe Its wings are damaged… but you didn't say anything wrong on the surface

Worried that something might be terribly wrong, going to the Pokemon Center might be a good idea.

The Pokémon lets out a quick peep as you pick it up like a hamburger and carry it back to Slateport.

………

Pidgey sat there calmly as Nurse Joy inspected it's wings.

" oh his wings are a little too weak to pick him up off the ground, I recommend doing daily winged exercises and feeding it carbos in every meal and his wings will quickly be in Tip-Top shape"

Nurse Joy saw your confused look.

"Oh! Are you not his trainer?"

You shake your head

"Oh…I see, well some Pokemon, are late bloomers, while there's nothing wrong physically with the Pokemon, they just need a little more time before they reach their true strength."

'so this pokemon is the runt of its siblings... he does seem smaller than other pidgeys I've seen' you nod "okay, thank you, Nurse"

You held out your arm for the pidgey to hop on and he eagerly does.

"Oh! Eden was it? Before you go, it's possible that have pidgey came from the Safari Zone… they are home to non-native and rare Pokemon."

" thanks, Nurse Joy I'll keep an eye out"

You say with a smile before walking out of the Pokemon Center.

The Safari Zone? huh… come to think of it you haven't been there in a long time. Maybe, for the time being, you should take this computer with you on your vacation. I mean people would be more suspicious of a trainer with no Pokemon than a trainer with just a Pidgey.

And look at the little guy. I mean he's cute, A little weak but cute. What's the harm?

Pidgey looks up at the sky expectedly maybe he yearns for the wind beneath his wings

" I've made up my mind,"

"Pipi?" The pidgey responded tilting hes head as he looked at you.

" How about you come with me and we'll grow stronger together? we'll fly higher and faster than any bird would ever dream"

The pidgey's eyes shine with wonder and determination. He seemed to be inspired by your words.

you didn't think babysitting would be a part of your vacation. But you didn't mind, your vacation just got a little more interesting

#pokemon champion mob boss au #mob boss mc

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