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missredbean · 8 years ago

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Fanfic: Fundamentals of Muscle Drawing

Summary: Keith and Lance were Altea Studio’s lead animators. However, they have one fatal flaw: the lack of proper anatomy knowledge. So Allura sent the two to learn under the great master, Shirogane Takashi. Keith and Lance went, grumbling and protesting, never knowing what awaited them in the humble looking art school.

It was a hard choice between Lance POV and Keith POV, but I decided Keith’s reaction was funnier if it was seen in Lance’s POV. Enjoy 1813 words of shameless muscle worship.

It was winter.

Correction, it was winter and the heater was not working.

Lance kept rubbing his hands together while Keith breathed into his palms to warm his cold cheeks. The only thing that kept them from grating each other’s nerves as usual was their mutual dislike on Allura’s order. Seriously, they were already on the sixth episode on the Voltron reboot animation and Allura wanted them to fix their glaring anatomy mistake only now. To be fair, her months of sickness didn’t let her check the work until now (and Coran was quite lax in quality checking), but it was still embarrassing and hurt to hearing your drawings called as “eyesore” in front of everyone else.

Coming here hadn’t been easy either. The school, Art Champion, was located in less popular area and they still need to walk fifteen minutes after taking the bus—in the middle of snowstorm. All in all, both Lance and Keith were now too tired and grumpy to start a fact.

“This guy better be as good as she said,” Lance commented once the silence became too much.

Keith grunted in agreement. Lance never thought his rival’s expression could be any colder, but he was wrong.

The clock struck four and the door opened. Both animators turned their head as their teacher entered the room. Lance couldn’t help but stare and swallow a Dios mio down. Their teacher, Takashi Shirogane according to the flyer, was a very good looking man. Not just better than average, but super model class good looking. Tall, handsome, symmetrical features, and probably very well built under that thick winter coat—oh, and oh, plus that kind smile he was wearing now.

Suddenly that fifteen minutes of braving snow storm in the peak of winter seemed worth it.

“Hi, sorry for the wait and thank you for coming to the ‘Fundamentals of Muscle Drawing’ class. My name is Takashi Shirogane and you call me Shiro. I didn’t think there will be a class since many cancelled today, but still, I’m glad you two came.”

“Lance McClaine. It was no problem at all,” Lance blurted out before he could stop himself. Why did he introduce himself?? Shiro didn’t ask him too!

Thankfully, his eternal rival made the same mistake.

“Keith Kogane. We are on time pressure,” Keith logically added, voice muffled, and holy brush pens, was that a blush he was trying to hide behind his palms?

Shiro nodded. “Understandable. Now, before we start, let’s move to a warmer room. The model sketching class is cancelled, so we can use that one.”

They moved to a room filled with chairs arranged in circular motion around a bed for models. The new room was much warmer, drawing content sighs from the three. Lance and Keith took a seat that faced the horizontal part of the bed and whiteboard. Both started to take off their coats, but paused halfway when they saw their teacher doing the same.

It wasn’t a strip tease. There was nothing sensual about it at all. But once their eyes landed, they couldn’t look away. It was like pulling off a silk sheet to reveal a brand new sexy Rolls Royce. Shiro wore skin tight black turtleneck, which showed, no, enhanced his ripe muscles. They teetered dangerously between well-built and overly-built. It was simply the perfect balance from head to toe. Like the 3D models Hunk had on his computer for reference.

Lance started to see why Allura chose this class for them.

Keith unconsciously knocking his chair back brought them back to reality. They quickly took their jackets off and sat down, avoiding to look into each other’s eyes or Shiro.

“Alright, here’s what we are going to do over the next twelve weeks…”

Shiro started to explain what they were going to learn, his method of teaching, and what he wouldn’t teach. Lance struggled to listen to him but in the end gave up when he saw Keith taking notes on auto-pilot. He’d just swallow his pride later and enjoy staring at Shiro now.

“With that said, I’m going to name all muscles human have and explain the functions. You don’t need to take notes, because I’m going to give you the handouts later. For now just try understanding as much as you can, because you’re going to have to remember this later.��

Lance nodded before his mind could finish processing the words completely. Shiro nodded in satisfaction and continued.

“Very well. Let us start from the neck. This one here—“ Shiro bared his neck, looked to the side, and started to trace the diagonal muscle that stretched from underneath his ear to the top of his collarbone. “—is called sternocleidomastoid. It’s a mouthful, and other muscles will be as long-named, but if you break the words down, it will be pretty easy to remember.”

Shiro started to explain where the word came from, but Lance was not listening. He was busy fending off his dirty mind which was relentlessly supplying imaginations of him burying his face to that neck and trace that sterno-whatever muscle with his tongue. It was probably a little difficult since Shiro’s slight man-boobs would get in the way.

Not far to his left, Keith swallowed his own spit.

Lance missed the name of the shoulder muscle and its explanation as he gathered himself together. Imagining Allura’s spartan punishment seemed to do the trick and he was back to reality.

Only to be kicked back to fantasy land viciously.

“Here’s deltoid the muscle where most people make mistake when drawing. You see it’s shaped like a reversed triangle, and the edge is located at the side—“ Shiro made a pinching motion to trace that very visible ‘v’ line on his upper arm’s top, “—but most people draw it at the front to show it. Even if you forget everything I am going to teach you, please remember this one fact. It’s my personal pet-peeve to drop works with this mistake.”

Lance and Keith glanced at each other and nodded. Even if they had to work overtime and sacrifice their holiday and sleep to fix all six episodes, they’d do it. They wordlessly and solemnly swore.

“Now these are the pectoral muscles.” Shiro’s hand was over his left breast. Lance almost died. Keith wore an expression similar to a cat ready to jump a mouse. Needless to say, Klance team was mesmerized and no longer thought about learning. They were reduced to starving lions, devouring Shiro’s muscles with their eyes and hungry for the next meat.

It was when Shiro was explaining about inguinal crease[1] that Keith voiced his first question.

“Can you repeat that?” Wha— “I want to know the exact location where it starts. It’s hard to see with the pants getting in the way.”

Holy shit Keith. That was straight up sexual harassment!

Lance wanted to scream, but Shiro innocently nodded and did as requested. This time he lowered his belted pants a bit to show those enticing v-line beneath the abs.

Dear mighty lions, Lance wanted to howl. He never felt so thankful to Keith that he wouldn’t mind kissing his boots—or lips.

Alright. He really needed Jesus now. Or Buddha. Or Muhammad. Or whatever that can make him think straight again. His logic and moral level must be critically low if he could think kissing Keith counted as okay.

There was a knock on the door.

Lance held back a groan while Keith glared at the door. Who dared interrupting them?

A tiny boy (or girl?) thrusted their head inside and spoke.

“Dad just called. He said we had to close the school and go home now or risk spending a night here.”

Lance wouldn’t mind that, but Shiro clearly did. “Got it. Thanks, Pidge.”

The door closed and Shiro turned to address his students.

“Alright, it seems like we have to end our session early today. I will make the next class longer to make up for it.”

Usually Lance would cry at that but today he nodded, a little too enthusiastically.

“Here’s your hand out. Make sure to review what I taught you today and read it before you come to the next class. If you can get it memorized by then, we can start on the back muscles.”

Back side. Right. “Consider it done,” Lance said, finding his confidence back. Shiro smiled at that. It was official: Takashi Shirogane owned them. He had his fingers wrapped around their little hearts and they were happy to give him.

“That is good to hear. Memorizing muscle is important for drawing, and the long names are intimidating. But rest assured, you two will grow to love muscles when you’re done with this class, just like the students before you.”

Yeah. Lance could see why.

“You still have long way to go,” Keith said once Shiro left the classroom to help Pidge closing down.

“Like you are not,” Lance shot back heatedly.

Keith only raised his eyebrow and proceed to dictate all muscles Shiro talked in the class. Lance cross checked with the handout and to his dismay, Keith got all of them right.

“Damned prodigy,” Lance cursed under his breath.

Keith shrugged. “Not really. Unlike you I actually pay attention.”

“How?” Lance blurted out before his brain could filter it.

Keith looked away, but Lance could still see pink on his cheeks. When he finally spoke it was so soft that Lance almost missed it. “I want to memorize it so I can draw it later.”

Lance gaped. Did Keith just implied that his quick memorization came from pure fanboy power? Genius bastard.

Needless to say, their progress to drawing anatomically correct animation skyrockets. Allura was happy and they got praises from their team. Naturally they all wanted to know how Lance and Keith achieved that, but since Allura didn’t want to pay for everyone’s school fee, Lance and Keith were forced to teach them. They were not as good as Shiro, but Lance was surprised that he actually could explain very well. And Keith—well, he wasn’t a bad model. Actually, as good as Shiro, just, different body type. Thanks to that realization, Lance found himself sneaking a peek every time his mind wanders or when he thought Keith was not looking.

And no, Lance wasn’t being stalker-ish at all. Especially compared to Keith who kept asking him to take off his pants to show his “well defined leg muscles” whenever he couldn’t figure out how to draw one. Lance had photographed it with Coran’s help for his own reference (because yes, his leg muscles were very easy to draw despite the lack of bulk), but Keith refused to use it, insisting that it was better to look at the real thing.

Well, Lance thought as he caught himself staring at Keith’s upper arms, he couldn’t argue with that.

Google inguinal crease and your welcome.

Hi there! Thank you for reading “Fundamentals of Muscle Drawing”! I hope you enjoyed it. It was based on my experience at a trial class for anatomy drawing. And Shiro’s last line about growing to love muscles is a quote from that class’ teacher. The rest of animator/studio/art stuff was something I pulled from my limited knowledge, so forgive me if I got facts wrong.

Now for those who read/follow my other story, “Lord Zarkon is Never Ready” on my tumblr, I might not update next week because of season 2. I’m practically rolling around on my bed, waiting in suspense and can’t concentrate because the place I’m watching it on still doesn’t have the rest of the episode (FYI no spoilers in the comment section please). Not that I blame Netflix, because border and territory business is very messy. I hope they will make it available on Asia so I can contribute (or buy the DVD/blu-ray!)

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FANFIC - FUNDAMENTALS OF MUSCLE DRAWING Summary: Keith and Lance were Altea Studio’s lead animators. However, they have one fatal flaw: the lack of proper anatomy knowledge. So Allura sent the two to learn under the great master, Shirogane Takashi. Keith and Lance went, grumbling and protesting, never knowing what awaited them in the humble looking art school. [Oneshot] (https://missredbean.tumblr.com/post/156193783124/fanfic-fundamentals-of-muscle-drawing)

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#voltron #shklance #Shiro’s muscles worship #I’m not ashamed #so I told myself #animator Keith #animator Lance #art teacher Shiro #Lance POV

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honeyjimsfics · 4 years ago

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Are there any fetishes you associate with specific characters?

I’ll expand this to include kinks, but yeah.

Dash feels like he’d be into muscle worship.

Rafael probably has some nipple clamps somewhere.

Greg Universe is into public play, especially in his van in a crowded parking lot.

Shiro probably is into some light BDSM.

Depending on a characters attitude and backstory, it feels like it can inform their kinks.

#honeyreplies #I could go on but #this feels correct

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.37

Shiro arrived mid-afternoon, as Keith drank his forth cup of coffee to settle his nerves. His brother wasn’t great at keeping time, yet Keith wished he could have managed it for a nice change. Lance had been nervy all morning. He’d cleaned through the house, Keith still in bed when Lance came to attack the spare bedroom. His boyfriend casually lifting the bed, balancing it on his shoulder, vacuuming under it and placing the bed down again in a manner of minutes like it was perfectly normally, and he hadn’t been in the bed trying to sleep after tossing and turning all damn night as he wished he had the courage to go crawl into bed with Lance.

Matt and Lance were off to a rough start. Both males had looked each other up and down. Lance calling Matt a “mutt” and Matt calling Lance a “corpse”. Vampires and werewolves occasionally coexisted, but these two seemed natural born enemies. Lance had explained the house rules, Matt had looked bored, even scoffing when Lance asked that he and his girlfriend not have sex all over his house, and if they could wait until everyone was asleep before they did. Keith wasn’t sure this work. He could tell Lance was seething, the wine glass in his hand barely holding together in his kind of boyfriend’s tight grip. Sitting around the kitchen table, Shiro was trying his hardest to defuse the situation before it became one.

Smiling tightly, Shiro hand his hands wrapped around his coffee cup. His brother looked exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept the whole time he was away. It’d been months since Shiro had looked this bad. Keith wanted to send him to bed, but Shiro was kind of the lynchpin that brought everyone in the group together. If Shiro spoke, then both Lance and Matt would listen. Under the table Keith’s leg was against Lance’s trying to offer silent support as they couldn’t hold hands. Lance would freak if Keith even thought of trying

“Now. I know this is hard for all of us, but I think we should try by reintroducing ourselves. Lance?”

Keith felt it unfair Lance had to go first. Shiro hadn’t even talked to him alone about what had happened while he’d been away. Keith didn’t have anything he could use to make Lance feel better about the current situation. Whatever Shiro said, they’d be finding out together.

“I’m Lance. This is my house. I’ve been dead for the last 36 years. I have a cat called Blue. Pidge and Hunk are my two best human friends”

Lance sounded as if he was standing in front of some anonymous meeting. Detached and nervous. More nervous than detached

“Thanks for that, Lance. Keith?”

Shiro really was insistent they go through the whole charade

“Keith. Shiro’s brother. Apparently recently transferred to Platt. I like coffee”

Shiro raised an eyebrow at him. His brother was lucky to get that much from him as it was. Yeah. He hasn’t forgotten being transferred with no say. Curtis didn’t need prompting as he explained

“Curtis. I’ve been cursed for about 4 months now. Ex-hunter who now works for VOLTRON out of Platt. Lance’s personal assistant, and medical advisor”

Again, Shiro raised his eyebrow in silent judgment. If his brother liked to be too busy, he was going to miss everything happening

“We’ll talk about that later. Matt?”

Matt sighed, his expressions were so much like Pidge’s that it was easy to tell the two of them were siblings. Other than the height difference and the long scar on Matt’s cheek, Pidge could have easily passed as him

“Matt. Werewolf”

Shiro closed his eyes, Keith nearly able to hear his brother counting to ten before he opened his eyes again

“Look. Neither of you might be happy initially, but we all need to be on the same team here”

Matt huffed, even his attitude was like Pidge’s

“Fine. Matt. Werewolf. I was accidentally by my girlfriend Rieva. Pidge’s older brother. I’ve got all the attributes including the sense of smell. Lance smells like a virgin in heat”

“It’s better than stinking off wet dog that rolled in something dead”

“Hey...”

Shiro pushed his seat back, rising to his feet as he slammed his hands on the table. Whelp. They’d gone and done it now

“Enough. You’re acting like children. This is Lance’s house, so as long as you’re living here, you’ll show him some respect. Lance, Matt and Rieva are you’re guests. I know you’ve been ill, but you need to keep your ego in check. You both need to keep your egos under control. Keith and I will be moving back to Platt Monday week. The both of your are under our care until you’re proven to be a direct threat to human lives. Especially you, Matt. Lance has a long track record of not harming humans. You, on the other hand, injured two of the Blade’s werewolves. I can’t keep you safe if you slip again”

Matt sighed again. Keith wanted to punch him in the face. Sure, there were a huge array of sounds that the word “sigh” covered, but Matt kept using the same one

“I’m sorry. You’re right. We’re both having issues with our egos”

Keith looked to Lance who gave a tiny nod, Lance didn’t want to be standoffish, especially not to the brother of his best friend

“I’m sorry to. My senses have been pretty whack lately. That’s why Curtis is here, he was sent by Coran to make sure I don’t up and die... again”

“Alright. Good. Now, I was thinking maybe we’d all get along better if we all knew how each other turned”

Lance immediately paled, Keith had seen how hard it was for the vampire to explain the incident

“Lance got attacked by two vampires when he was 8”

Matt let out a whistle

“Damn, man. They got you young. Rieva tried to hide she was a werewolf. We met on the same tour in Greece, then again a few days later in Paris. I took it as a sign, she kept trying to push me away, that was 10 months ago. She accidentally bit me 9 months ago... got this scar at the same time”

Rieva nodded. The woman was pretty in her own way. Tanned enough to for her skin to be a deeper shade of brown than Lance’s with long black hair and green eyes

“I never meant to hurt him. I turned at the full moon and escaped for the night. Matt came after me...”

“And I’m glad I did”

Ugh. So they were one of those disgustingly loved up couples.

Across the table Curtis cleared his throat

“I was cursed. I’ve got half a horn, and half a tail. I was supposed to infiltrate a werewolf pack in Prague, but they seemed to already know I was hunter. They were trying to summon the spirit of a berserker using magic, only I’m not a werewolf and the spell went wrong. I wasn’t permitted to stay in Rome, they didn’t take too kindly to me being cursed. Coran offered to take me, so I’ve been working in Platt looking into the curses effects in his laboratory. So far it seems to affect the things I say. Coran feels they summoned part of a lesser demon instead of a beast spirit, and part of its soul has bonded with my quintessence. Lance has been through a lot, and Coran thought we may be able to help each other. His fae magic had no effect on the curse. Of course, without the original spell working backwards has been hard. And it hasn’t been that great, but I’m happy to be alive. Especially now Shiro’s returned”

It was Keith’s turn to raise an eyebrow at his brother. Curtis had no filter and that sounded suspiciously like his brother had been keeping secrets about his love life. Either that, or Curtis simply meant he was happy to see his friend and hadn’t meant it the way he sounded. Just because he’d snagged himself a boyfriend, didn’t mean everyone was suddenly in love and dating. Shiro was still mourning Adam. They’d intended to marry and everything that came with it. It wasn’t fair... what had happened. Since meeting Lance, Keith had kind of felt like maybe he was better place himself, forced to work through feelings because there wasn’t a whole lot things to do in Garrison. Not that he was going to tell Shiro this. His brother had abandoned him and he figured he could milk that for a little longer.

“That’s rough. Most werewolves I’ve met have been all about the muscles and not the sharpest tools in the shed. They really shouldn’t be messing with that stuff. Not that vampires are any better. Who the fuck takes a human as a pet?”

Curtis nodded at Lance’s words, Matt didn’t look terribly pleased but by now he’d probably had his fair of share of scrapes with werewolves. Shiro simply smiled like he’d solved everything with one conversation. He definitely hadn’t.

“How’s Pidge doing?”

The glass in Lance’s hand finally broke. Lance shoving Keith when Keith automatically went to start picking up the pieces

“Idiot. You can’t touch the blood. I am not having you think I’ve turned you again”

Reprimanded by his boyfriend, Keith crossed his arms. Lance was super protective of Pidge, he’d have had months of Pidge upset because Matt wasn’t messaging her back

“I wasn’t thinking”

“That’s obvious. Don’t touch it while I get a cloth”

Matt watched as Lance cleaned up the mess, placing the glass in the sink to rinse the blood off of it

“I asked you how my sister is”

Keith almost felt sorry for Matt. A cranky Lance was a scary thing

“How do you think she is? I know you were staying away to do the right thing by your family, but you really fucking hurt her by not replying. She pretty much worships you, and you weren’t replying. She’s fine physically. Still hunting ghosts and making videos. Still wanting to do dumb things like she’s isn’t a human. Her and Hunk are still as tight as always. Hunk’s got a girlfriend now, Shay. She’s just like him, they’re so sweet together. They’ve got no idea about this world. I’ve never told her and I’ve done my best to make sure she never finds out”

Matt looked upset, hopefully with his actions

“You wouldn’t understand... I wasn’t going to come back...”

Keith groaned mentally, why would Matt go there? Lance understood too well what a bite did to a family

“I wouldn’t understand? Please tell me how I don’t know how being turned can ruin your family? How you’re scared of what you are and you don’t understand? I have no idea at all. We both know if Pidge knew, she’d want the bite. She’d want to be part of this world. Heck, I think she’s so interested in the paranormal because she wants to feel close to you again. Rieva, please don’t think I’m having a go at you. I know accidental turns happen, and how scared you must have been to turn Matt. I’ve put you and Matt in the room Keith and Shiro were using, the guest bathroom is near your room. It’s the downstairs spare room. Shiro, I’ll bunk you Curtis and Keith. I’ll have to find a spare bed, or one of you can sleep in the living room. Normally I don’t have a full house to worry about. My office is off limits. I work as a lawyer so I’d rather keep my clients information confidential. If I have to talk to a client, I’ll try warn you ahead of time. If you want to train, do it out on the back lawn, and don’t kill my garden. Also, Curtis and Keith aren’t allowed near the toaster without supervision... And maybe don’t touch Keith’s coffee, he’d likely to stab you for trying. He revivals Pidge with his need for caffeine. I’m going to double check the bedroom upstairs”

Lance had barely left the kitchen before Keith was pushing his chair back. Shiro cocking his head as he watched

“Where are you going?”

“To check on Lance. He’s obviously upset”

“When did become so perceptive?”

“When you went disappeared for weeks. Pidge is like a sister to Lance. Everything dangerous she wants to do he always checks it out first to make sure doesn’t get hurt. He’s been looking out for her, even when it puts him in danger. He collapsed a mine shaft so Pidge wouldn’t be hurt... Don’t listen to our conversation”

Yeah, Keith wasn’t be fair. He’d basically tattooed “I’m not okay with this situation across his forehead”. Shiro would make him apologise later, but for now he wanted to check on Lance. He’d gone from having Hunk and Pidge staying over to 6 people kind of living with him. Keith was already at his people limit before everyone came back. He’d missed Shiro, but he wasn’t sure he was keen on Matt. He wasn’t about to shoot him, but family was a complicated thing that Lance had had such a hard time with. Heading upstairs he headed straight for Lance’s bedroom, knowing he’d find him there.

Knocking gently on Lance’s door, he found Lance sitting on the side of his bed like he liked to do when he was thinking

“I didn’t handle that very well”

Keith sighed as he walked over to the bed, before sitting down next to Lance and taking his hand

“I think I handled that even worse”

“I heard. It’s just... my body is being weird again. I’m not used to the scent of werewolves and it’s making everything all yuck. I’ll get over it, but I shouldn’t have been so short with Matt”

“You were worried about Pidge. You’re allowed to worry about your friends”

Lance dropped his head to rest of Keith’s shoulder

“Still. I made a horrible first impression”

“If Matt is anything like Pidge, you’ll be fine once it settles down a bit”

“I feel like I’m lying to her by not letting her know he’s here and that he’s okay”

“Nah. Think of it like a surprise. Besides, you’re not intentionally hurting her by not telling her right away”

“Still feels like I am. How are you? You must be happy Shiro’s back”

“I’m relieved. I’m still mad at him though. I get why he had to keep quiet until things were organised”

“You two will work things out. You should be downstairs with everyone else...”

“I’m fine here. I wanted to make sure you’re okay. How’s the hand?”

“Healed up. I must have looked so lame breaking the glass”

“You didn’t meant to”

“It still happened. I know Pidge is human and close ties are dangerous but I don’t want to see her hurt”

“I know you don’t. It’s one of the things I like about you”

“It’s not my great arse and award winning personality?”

Lance tried to joke but it sounded flat. Keith didn’t like it. Lance was being too hard on himself for caring

“Those too. So, what are we going to do about bedding? I don’t mind sleeping on the couch”

“If anyone should be sleeping on the couch, it should be me. I knew I didn’t have enough beds, but I don’t know what to do about that”

“I can sleep on the couch. I’ve slept on way worse”

“Mami would have a fit if I made a guest sleep on the couch”

“Then how about we share a bed?”

Keith didn’t mean it to sound as forward as it did. But Lance’s bed would easily fit both of them, and there was only one bed left. Not that he actually minded the couch. There would be plenty of space for him

“I don’t know... wouldn’t that make things awkward with Shiro?”

“Like you said, I need to talk to him anyway”

“I get nightmares...”

“So do I”

“But you’re not a vampire. I could seriously hurt you”

“Or, it could be fine. Why don’t we just try it for the night and think about things tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Maybe. I turned the forth room into my office... maybe I could sleep there?”

“Lance, it’s your house. You shouldn’t be kicked out your own bed for doing a nice thing and giving Rieva and Matt a place to call home”

“I can’t imagine what the two of them went through. I really hope they don’t hate me”

“Like you said, it’s an ego thing. You can’t control that, but if anyone can bring their ego under control, it’s you”

Lance let out a small snort. Keith taking the win

“See, you know I’m right. You’re overthinking things”

“Only because I’m rubbish at hosting people”

“Nah, I’m still here, aren’t I?

“Only because you’re stubborn”

“I’m as stubborn as you are. Seriously though, you’re fine. Things’ll settle down”

“I’m worried about going into heat. I have I idea how to explain that”

“You don’t have to, unless you want to”

“I’m not going to have much choice if I turn into a bat”

“We can talk to Shiro together. Or I can tell him. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable”

“You’re the one I’m worried about. I don’t want you and Shiro to end up fighting because of me”

That was so Lance

“Even if we fight, we’re brothers at the end of the day”

“That must be nice. Mami is the glue that keeps my family together. I miss her”

For someone older than him, Lance was sweet for still caring for his mum the way he did. If it wasn’t for the fact they had three new arrivals, Keith would suggest a trip up to Platt

“Why don’t you call her?”

“She’d known something’s up. She’s got enough to worry about”

“She loves you. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. But I get if you don’t want to call her. Can I do anything?”

“You already are. You should go talk to Shiro. I might take a nap and calm down”

Lance took too much on his shoulders. Keith didn’t want to leave him alone when he was feeling down

“I can stay...”

“Nah. I’ll Be okay. You go make up with Shiro. It’ll make me feel better”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Thanks for coming to check on me”

“I’ve got your back”

“I know... if I’m not away in hour or so, come poke me with a stick”

Keith found himself kissing the top of Lance’s head, before replying

“Will do. I’ll find the biggest stick I can”

“Why do I feel like you’re actually going to find a stick now?”

“Because I am. Now let’s get you tucked in. Can’t have you sleeping on top of the covers”

“I’m not a little kid”

“You could be”

“Fight me”

Keith laughed. He deserved that one

“After the old man gets his sleep. I’ll sort things out with Shiro, so stop worrying about it so much”

“I can’t help it. I care about you”

Keith kissed the top of Lance’s head again. Shiro was going to be confused as fuck when he finally explained what was going on between him and Lance. Hopefully his brother would be more distracted by what was happening with his heart that his newly discovered love life

“I care about you too. It’s going to be okay”

#once Bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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Their Hero Academia - Chapter 77: Kids Will be Kids

Presenting the next chapter of my highly self-indulgent next gen MHA fic!

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It didn't take long for Kenta to find Bioshock. He was talking at the first aid station that had been set up with another Hero that Kenta didn't recognize. Bioshock had explained early that, while he couldn't turn back time so that an injury had never happened in the first place, like Doc Clock's Rewind, his Cell Activation could speed up the normal recovery process of routine injuries (Provided you didn't have type AB blood.). An explosion in the near distance reminded Kenta that this meant The Rookies could keep working him and his classmates right up until the point of exhaustion, however much punishment they took. He swallowed as he approached them.

"Uhm, Boost Rush told me to report to you, sir."

"Hi there!" Bioshock turned away from his conversation and then gestured to the other hero. "This is Bezoar. His Quirk, Tongue Tank, is also tied to what he eats, so I wanted to use it for a demonstration."

Bezoar raised a hand in greeting. "Hey kid. How's it going?" He was tall, though not on the order of All Might or even Boost Rush, but more like the size of Kenta's father. He was more rounded at all the edges though. He had muted facial features, hardly any presence of a nose, and his hair was brown and fluffy. He was also somewhat pudgy for a Pro Hero; not to the extent that it had to be the result of his Quirk like Fat Gum, but just a normal heavyset person.

Kenta raised a hand in return, a little confused but paying attention. This guy must have been busy elsewhere so far, as he didn't remember Shinso gushing about him previously. His classmate's Hero Worship (Heh. He’d have tell Takuma that one.) was useful for identifying Pros. "I'm... good."

"Okay, so, here's his Quirk being used a couple of days ago, after improper nutritional--" Bioshock began.

"You mean eating like a /normal/ person." Bezoar cut him off. "Nobody likes your kale and oat smoothies, Shimano."

"--after improper nutritional intake." Bioshock continued, turning his head away from his coworker indignantly. He turned a tablet he'd been holding towards Kenta, and a video played. Kenta watched as the Bezoar in the video unhinged his jaw and his tongue transformed into a tank cannon. He fired some sort of projectile that shattered a large rock to bits. "Not bad, but now, after a meal that was centered around iron and calcium content..." He turned back to Bezoar.

The heavy-set man smirked. He then dropped down to brace himself on all fours as he activated his Quirk and took aim at a nearby boulder. Bioshock covered his ears and called out "Firing range in use!" just moments before the shot was released. There was a roar of air as the projectile took off. This time, the rock didn't shatter, but the one about a hundred yards behind it DID, as the first one now had a neatly created hole in it. Bioshock looked smug as Bezoar brushed himself off and stood back up. "Thank you. You can go back to the long-range group." Bezoar gave him a brief nod and trundled off.

"...I don't mean to be rude, sir, and I get that was impressive, but I'm not sure what it has to do with me." Kenta furrowed his brow. That was about as far from his Quirk as Suneater’s had been. All three involved eating, but there wasn’t much more to link them.

“So,” Bioshock said, “let’s start with this? What’s your Quirk?”

Kenta blinked slowly. “It’s officially registered as “Appetite.” I can eat just about anything, whether or not it’s really food.”

Bioshock drew himself up, grinning. "I studied your medical file from Eri—excuse me, Doc Clock. There's more to your Quirk than just 'eating stuff'. You're able to intake /way/ more than a human normally can, with no apparent ill effect, with highly efficient processing since you’re not the size of a small house, and more than that--" He moved forward, clearly becoming excited now, and took Kenta's face in his hands, pulling his jaw open and examining him. "Your teeth are practically indestructible, and the interior of your mouth, esophagus, and connected digestive elements are similarly impervious.”

Kenta could swear he'd seen the same gleam in the Iida twins eyes when they started talking about some piece of technology. "I see..." He managed to awkwardly respond around the fingers pulling at his mouth, before Bioshock finally calmed down somewhat, turning to gesture at the table behind him.

"What this means, is that your body is capable of incredibly fast absorption of consumed materials, as well as withstanding certain things that would be... well, let's say /volatile/. We're going to test your responses to things to elevate your adrenal levels, blood oxygen, and other measurable statistics... before we move on to the fun stuff." He grinned, and Kenta wasn't sure if he should be scared or not.

***

“I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m just going to lie here and be dead.”

Chihiro just sighed. Despite the theatrics, Mika had a point. They were all pretty much exhausted from having spent the day training. There’d been a short break for lunch, but it was been almost non-stop training otherwise. She’d spent considerable time unleashing powerful discharges of electricity, stopping just before she reached the point where it started to affect her brain. Well, almost. One particularly bad discharge had left her a sputtering mess until Bioshock had applied his Quirk and accelerated her recovery. That had been embarrassing. She’d been pushing her limits for a while now and hadn’t had any issues with blowing out her brains. Of course, she’d also been relying more and more on the Support equipment built into her costume as well, making use of the different tools and outlets for regulating her electricity. Her costume, along with those of a few others who made more extensive use of Support devices, was here, currently stored away until the Rookies decided it was time to train with it.

Maybe she’d been relying on it too much. There was no shame, she knew, in using whatever it took to be her best and most effective self. But what was she going to do if there was an emergency and she didn’t have access to that? It was something she was going to have to chew on.

Of course, Mika had to go and try and be extra during dinner…

“Hey!’ Anime Fukidashi shouted, pulling her plate out of the way. The plate and food somehow turned animated as soon as she touched them. Chihiro was making a concentrated effort not to think about it. Fukidashi was just confusing at the best of times. “If you’re going to be dead, watch the horns!”

Slowly, Mika raised her head back up off the table. “Fine, I’m not dead. I haven’t made a will yet anyway. Who knows what might happen to my porn collection if I don’t make a plan for it!”

That got a booming laugh out of Yoarashi. “Oh, babe,” he laughed. “You really are too much!” The giant boy somehow managed to still have entirely too much energy. “I would be happy to take possession of your collection should anything unfortunate happen!”

Chihiro stared down at her plate. “Can we not talk about porn while we’re eating?” She still couldn’t believe Mika had somehow managed to have her giant boyfriend at the summer training camp. The odds of that were so astronomical that she wouldn’t have been able to figure them out even if she’d been good at math.

Not that she had any right to complain, of course. Her own not-quite boyfriend was here too. Her not-quite boyfriend who was already making her jewelry and who had all but promised that she’d want to kiss him again.

Which she didn’t. Just to be clear.

Yet.

“Fine,” Mika whined. “Just be a downer, Chi.”

She rolled her eyes at that. “Right. So sorry to bring down the mood.”

“See that you are.”

“I do have to say, Mika,” Fukidashi said, “you really hit the jackpot with Yoarashi here. Especially compared to Monoma. It’s just like I Upgraded My Boyfriend and I Never Looked Back!”

“You do realize I’m sitting right here, don’t you?” Monoma asked irritably, from where he was sitting next to Chihiro. She could understand his irritation at the comparison. Yoarashi had at least a foot of height on him and a considerable amount of muscle as well. And nobody liked being considered a poorer version of someone else. She felt inadequate enough compared to some of her friends (usually Mika) sometimes.

“That’s what makes it more fun,” Fukidashi said, rubbing her hands together. “You’re so easy to rile up, Monoma.”

“Oh, please, do not tease Monoma!” Yoarashi boomed. He looked over at the smaller boy. “But I want you to know, Monoma, that as Mika’s current boyfriend, I hold you, her ex, no ill will! I hope we can be friends!”

Monoma held his gaze for a long moment, blinking slowly. “Friends,” he said, utterly deadpan. “Sure. Right.”

Yoarashi let out another laugh, completely blind to Monoma’s sarcasm. Or possibly being deliberately obtuse. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure. “Holy Hurricanes, thank goodness! I was afraid you would hate me!”

Monoma’s jaw clenched for a moment before he responded. “Of course not,” he said, still deadpan. Yoarashi still didn’t notice, but Fukidashi was stifling a laugh. Even Mika was rolling her eyes.

“So, Shiro,” Mika said, likely trying to prevent a fight, “you look mostly dead yourself.”

“Oh, thanks,” he snapped.

“No,” Mika said, and here her tone shifted to something more sympathetic, “I’m serious. You look beat to hell. Training taking that much out of you?”

Monoma frowned. Chihiro had to admit, Mika was right. They were all exhausted, but he looked like he’d been through an extra kind of hell. “My asshole cousin,” he said. “He takes particular delight in beating the stuffing out of me. ‘Evasion practice,’ he calls it.”

Chihiro frowned. She gave him a slight nudge with one of her Cords. “Is that all it is?” she asked. He sounded pretty defeated again.

“Oh, no, never enough for him,” Monoma groaned. “He had to get all psychological on me too. Telling me I don’t have to prove anything. As if that was going to do anything but make me try harder. Or that I need to stop being jealous of people with greater raw power.”

There was an awkward pause. Mika gave Fukidashi a stern look that silenced anything she might have added to the conversation. Yoarashi seemed completely oblivious.

“It just makes it worse that he’s right,” Monoma said, causing Mika to breathe a sigh of relief. “I just wish he wasn’t so damn smug about it.”

“You know what you need, ‘Ro?” Mika asked. And now it was Chihiro’s turn to groan. No good ever came of Mika starting a sentence with “you know what you need.” She had plenty of personal experience getting drawn into crazy schemes when that happened.

“Extensive psychological counseling?” Fukidashi asked.

“A distraction,” Mika said. She pointed across the cafeteria, where Koda was sitting and talking with Aoyama and Shoji. “We’re going to get Koda and Aoyama together. Operation: Summer Love.”

“Now I know why you didn’t invite Tetsutetsu to sit with us,” Chihiro said. “She’d have put a stop to this.” She really needed to start hanging around with Izumi more. This kind of thing never happened with her.

***

“You okay?” Isamu asked. “You’ve been staring at that table for a while now.”

Kana shook her head, her orange ponytail swaying. “I’m not sure. I know Mika and Fukidashi are up to something. And they’re probably looping Monoma, Kaminari, and Yoarashi in. This has disaster written all over it.”

“Do we need to do something about it?” Midoriya asked. “Mineta wrangling is actually on the official list of Class Representative duties.”

Isamu was pretty sure that was a joke. Given how Kana laughed at it and that Midoriya was smiling, it probably was. Probably.

“Eh, we can probably let it play out,” Kana said. “She and Monoma will mostly cancel each other out. Mika’s ‘zany schemes’ usually backfire anyway.” There was the slightest hint of doom in her voice, like someone who’s decided to step out of the way of a runaway train, but knew that train was still going to hit someone.

“Yeah, I guess,” Midoriya said.

“She does occasionally give good advice,” Sora Iida, sitting next to him, said. “She did suggest the bikini on our trip to Todoroki’s resort. You did enjoy that, did you not?”

Midoriya went several shades of red, fast enough that Isamu was concerned he might combust. “Ah, yeah,” Midoriya said when he could speak. “That was… good.”

“What about you, Shinso?” Isamu asked, in-between bites of food, to give Midoriya time to recover. It wasn’t anything special, served from the Rookies’ mess hall, but there was plenty of it. Bioshock had apparently designed the menu to provide them with the maximum amount of nutrition and energy, though he was pretty sure he’d heard Vanish Veil refer to it as ‘health food junk.’ He looked over at the purple-haired boy. “You doing all right?”

Shinso was drinking from a steaming cup of tea that Bioshock had provided him with. Even with the protections his Quirk offered him, the kid could only scream so much before it started hurting his throat. He nodded and flashed a thumbs’ up, being under instructions not to talk until he was back in training. Given how much he liked to talk, it had to be killing him.

Isamu gave him a thumb’s up in return. “So, Midoriya,” he said, “is Ground Zero always that scary?”

“What?” Midoriya asked, surprised. He quickly shook his head. “Oh, oh no. He’s not usually scary. He’s just intense. But really… this is him being pretty sedate.” Beside him, Shinso’s head was bobbing like one of those novelty drinking birds.

Isamu gulped. If what they’d seen so far—shouting instructions, generally giving off scary vibes, arguing with and insulting Aizawa, Super-Ball, and the Rookies—was sedate, he wasn’t sure he wanted to see intense. At one point, Ground Zero’s argument with Vanish Veil had gotten so intense, he’d been certain they were going to come to blows. Only Bioshock’s intervention had staved off violence.

“Relax,” Kana assured him. “I’m friends with Katsumi, remember? At least twenty percent of all that… Ground Zero-ness… is just an act.”

He shook his head. “Why am I not as reassured by that as I’d like?”

A large shadow fell over the table and Isamu turned to see the Shiketsu girl, Tatsuma. She was, in a word, imposing, with powerful arms and legs. But the most imposing thing about her didn’t seem to be raw physical might. Instead, she just seemed to possess an aura of power and menace that was impossible to ignore. He gulped.

“Oh, hi,” Midoriya said. “Do you want to sit with us?” He waved in Kana’s general direction. “I’m Toshinori Midoriya, and this is Kana Tetsutetsu, we’re the Class Reps for Class 1-A and 1-B. And these are my friends, Sora Iida, Isamu Haimawari and Shota Shinso.”

Shinso perked up and started to open his mouth, but then seemed to remember he wasn’t supposed to talk. He seemed to settle for giving a friendly wave.

Tatsuma looked down at them, food tray in hand. “I know who you are,” she said, with a gaze that seemed especially fixated on Midoriya. “Some of you are practically royalty to some people.”

Midoriya swallowed hard. “It’s, ah, it’s really not like that…”

“I am not accusing you of asking for it or even enjoying it, but let’s not pretend it doesn’t exist,” she said in a neutral tone. After a moment she sat down. “My name is Chie Tatsuma, class representative of Shiketsu 1A.”

It had taken nearly most of the first term, but Isamu had gotten used to living and training with the children of some of the world’s greatest Heroes. But it didn’t change the fact that Midoriya, Iida, and Kana were all the children of highly ranked Heroes. All of them had a parent in the Top Ten even. Shinso’s parents were Underground Heroes, of course, but still well known within the right circles.

“Looking forward to working with you,” Kana said, diplomatically.

Shinso reached over and frantically patted Midoriya's arm. When Midoriya gave him his attention, Shinso made several complicated gestures with his hands, first pointing at Tatsuma, then making some kind of gesture that ended with him flapping his hands like wings.

Somehow, Midoriya seemed to figure it out. “Oh!” he said. “Right, thanks, Shota. Tatsuma… are you related to Ryukyu?”

The Dragoon Hero? Now there was a name Isamu hadn’t heard in a long time… He vaguely recalled she’d been a rising star for a quite a few years, before slowly falling out of favor.

For a moment, a small half-smile crossed the tall girl’s face. “Yes. She’s my mother.” She looked at the other students, all of whom were children of the generation after Ryukyu’s time. “Mother was keen to not have children until she retired.”

There were a few Pro-Heroes like that, Isamu realized. If he remembered the Sports Festival right, Vlad King had a daughter in Class 1-C. And the Shiketsu students also included Pixie-Bob’s adopted son.

“I thought so,” Midoriya said. “Mom was always sorry they didn’t get to work together more.”

The smile grew by a small bit. “The feeling was mutual. I remember sitting in the den watching the news as a child. Uravity had just rescued a large number of people from a boating accident. Mother looked at me and said “I knew that girl was going to be great.”

Midoriya nodded and smiled at that. “She does a lot of great work. We’re all proud of her.”

“Both admirable women,” Iida agreed. “My uncle also worked with Ryukyu a few times. He always spoke very highly of her. The youngest woman ever to reach the Top Ten. She likely inspired many up and coming female Heroes.”

The moment the ranking system was brought up, Chie’s eyes flashed into a gold, slit-pupiled shape. A tearing of wood could be heard. Chie's hand had dug into the table, causing the small area to splinter. When she spoke again, it was in a tone of cool anger.

“The Ranking System is a slap in the face to every Pro who takes on the role of hero. It claims to give you something to aspire to, when in fact it promotes inferiority in everyone who is not considered part of the elite. My mother spent her whole career thinking she wasn’t doing enough. Thinking she didn’t deserve the things she earned.” She took a deep breath, then let it out, traces of smoke escaping her nostrils. “You said it in innocence, so I will not hold it against you, but kindly please do not bring up that travesty of a system in my presence again.”

It had taken nearly everything Isamu had not to jump when Tatsuma had splintered the table. He must have been getting better. Then again, compared to Kirishima-Bakugo’s explosive rage, Tatsuma’s cool anger was much less harsh on the nerves. But she was still definitely scary, just in her own way.

“My apologies,” Iida said.

“I can’t say I agree,” Midoriya said. “Dad always said the rankings were mostly to give people a little bit of a show, remind them they’ve got people watching out for them. Make things a little less scary if there was something there that regular people could get invested in. There’s people who took it too seriously, like Endeavor, but most Heroes aren’t after the rankings. Dad bounces back and forth from the top spot with Uncle Mirio all the time, and it’s no big deal for him.”

Isamu winced. He liked Midoriya a lot, and he knew Deku was about as humble a person as could exist, especially considering his power and ranking, but he had to know that wasn’t how it looked from the outside...

Chie slowly rose from the table. Her eyes remained reptilian in countenance, and a slow trickle of smoke exhaled from Chie’s nostrils. A definite hint of sulfur could be smelled in the area.

“Really? Back and forth to the number two spot? My, what a fall from grace. Has he ever had to deal with the fact that no matter how many lives he’s saved, how many disasters he’s averted, and no matter how many villains he’s helped capture, that it’s just not enough for people to respect you the same as those above?”

She stared into Midoriya’s eyes, her tone still cool, but now with a definite hint of contained rage. “Has he been so convinced by the system that he is somehow unworthy of even the paltriest scraps the Hero Commission throws his way? To work his absolute hardest for the people, and then be demoted for something that was no fault of his own?” She then let out a bitter chuckle, which briefly showed hints of sharpened teeth. “A show. Yes. That’s what the system is. Something for the people on the street to speculate and make bets on who’s going to rise, and who’s going to be a “nobody who will never sniff the Top Ten.” She leaned very close to Midoriya then, the smoke much thicker. “Don’t talk to me of the good of the Ranking System unless you’ve heard your mother cry herself to sleep because it makes her feel she’s not good enough!”

It was then that words in a foreign tongue could be heard. Chie turned to the girl with the white streak in her hair. Chie said something back in the same language. The girl replied, her voice soft, consoling. Chie gritted her teeth, nodded, and walked away from the table.

Midroiya gulped again. Shinso just sat there, wide-eyed and shell-shocked. There was an awkward silence in the air for a moment. “I…” Midoriya began, but he couldn’t seem to find the right words. “I think I messed that up,” he said finally. It was the closest Isamu could ever recall to seeing him look defeated. Even back on I-Island, when things had looked pretty damn desperate…

Iida gave him a small squeeze. “You could not have known,” she said.

Kana gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m sure you’ll have a chance to make it up to her,” she told him.

Isamu held up a hand. “Speaking as the closest thing to normal at this table, maybe… don’t?” he tried. “I mean, I know you guys aren’t all arrogant or high and mighty or anything, but maybe… just don’t poke the hornet’s nest here? Be friendly, sure, but I don’t think this is a difference of opinion or anything simple. I don’t think you’re going to be able to fix it.”

Midoriya shook his head. He just looked so defeated, like his whole worldview had taken a punch. “I guess…”

***

“You okay there, Kimmie?” Takuma asked. The invisible girl had gone stiff for a moment, a bite of food halfway to her mouth. She was definitely starting at something, but he couldn’t tell what. When she wasn’t wearing anything in her hair, it was almost impossible to tell where she was looking. Of course, Kenta seemed to have figured out the secret.

“Yeah, something up?” Kenta asked.

Kimiko set her chopsticks down. “Someone, somewhere here, is trying to ship people. I can feel it in my bones.”

“Oh,” he said.

“Oh?!” Kimiko shouted. Her arms started to flail through the air. “Is that all you can say?!”

“Why’s that such a big deal, Kimmie?” Kenta asked desperately. He was scooting slightly outside of his girlfriend’s hitting range.

“Because they’re doing it without me!”

GLUP!

“Ah, Ojiro?” Rika Bondo asked. “Mind taking your fist out of my head?” Takuma had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Kimiko’s fist was buried in the slime-girl’s skull up to her wrist, having pierced it during her flailing.

“What? Oh, ew! Ew! Ew!” Kimiko quickly withdrew her hand, enough slime sticking to her fingers to coat them like body paint. “Oh, ewwww! It’s sticking to me! Eeeewww!” She shook her hand wildly, trying to dislodge the slime.

“Ojiro!” Tensei said, his own arms flailing through the air, albeit much more mechanically than Kimiko’s. “Please be careful, lest the slime contaminate our food!”

“Hey!” Bondo said. “That slime is me! I’m perfectly sanitary!”

“Ha ha ha!” Kitiara Kaniyashiki let out a laugh. “Oh, we definitely gotta start hanging around with you guys more. You’re a lot more fun than Haimawari. Dunno what Tetsutetsu sees in the guy. He’s a real nervous wreck compared to you all!”

“Hey,” Kenta protested, “Haimawari’s a good guy.

“Yeah,” Kaniyashiki said, “I’m sure he is. And that’s what makes him boring. He’s so ‘aw shucks’ it’s ridiculous.”

“Speaking of shipping,” Bondo said, now that Kimiko had stopped flailing everywhere, “any new shipping gossip, Ojiro?”

Kimiko seemed to light up at that. Takuma could hear the smile in her voice. “Oh, you like my show?!”

“Fukidashi got us turned into it,” Bondo told her.

“Hey, what about our parts?” Takuma asked. “Me and Kenta have shows too you know!”

“Eh,” Kaniyashiki said, waving a hand in the air. “I like the part where you slam into a wall when you’re swinging around. Bet Doc Clock hates patching you up after that.”

Takuma winced at that, countless memories of Doc Clock yelling at him and occasionally hitting him on the head with her reflex hammer flashing through his head. Most of the time, U.A.’s doctor was a sweet woman, but when her temper got up, it was very easy to see that she was Aizawa’s daughter. Words like “you idiot” and “what were you thinking?” and “if it was up to me, I’d expel you!” came readily to her lips. And she really didn’t seem to understand that fame was worth any amount of bruises and broken bones.

“She… might have had some choice words about it,” he admitted.

Kenta practically choked on his food. His friend had an unusual spread in front of him, both regular foods and a bowl full of miscellaneous small objects like nuts, bolts, and screws. “Is that what you’re calling it?”

Tensei likewise winced. “I have advised against such reckless behavior many times. Every time you injure yourself, my heart nearly skips a beat!” He considered this. “Or rather, it would if I possessed an underlying heart condition. As it is, it simply creates an accelerated heartrate and additional levels of stress, which when paired together, are not healthy.”

“Aw, babe,” Takuma said, batting his eyelashes at his boyfriend, “you really do care.” He focused his attention back at Kenta, pointing menacingly. “And you… no comments from the peanut gallery!”

“I thought I was a co-star?”

“Stop bringing logic into this!”

***

Koharu took a long sip of her smoothie. It was sweet, the way she liked it. Having an all liquid diet was limiting sometimes, so she was always grateful for options that were filling and tasted good.

“You were right,” she said. “I can’t recall ever being this tired before, even after the Sports Festival.” And she’d gotten the stuffing nearly knocked out of her several times there. But the Rookies and their teachers had definitely been pushing them hard, her included. On the one hand, she was happy to be treated no differently than the more experienced Hero students. On the other hand, talk about being thrown in the deep end… She brushed her antenna out of her face, as they were starting to droop.

Tokoyami nodded, looking very tired as well. Her familiar, Frog-Shadow, had retreated inside her when she’d sat down, saying that she was “going to her room for a nap”. Tokyami hadn’t even rolled her eyes in annoyance at that, which just showed how tired she was. She was carefully angling food into the side of her beak, mechanically and lifelessly. It looked a bit odd, but Koharu didn’t have a leg to stand on when it came to commenting on how other people had to eat. “Even hearing my parents speak of it, I hadn’t expected it to be this grueling…”

“Mmm-hmm,” Todoroki agreed, slurping noodles into her mouth. She’d taken several large and colorful pills when they’d sat down to eat. Koharu didn’t know what they were, but Todoroki had taken them with such little fanfare or effort that it had to be a pretty regular thing. She wasn’t going to be so rude as to ask about them though. It definitely wasn’t her business to pry into, though Todoroki did look especially tired, compared to everyone else.

Todoroki swallowed. “My apologies. I should not try and talk with my mouth full. But I hope you are not finding the training too difficult, Kocho?”

She shook her head. “No, I can keep up, it’s just… intense. And you guys do this kind of training every day?” She wasn’t about to admit that she’d never worked this hard in her life, especially not in front of the kids of Pro-Heroes. She didn’t need them thinking she couldn’t cut it. She didn’t need herself thinking she couldn’t cut it.

“Not quite,” Tokoyami said. “Some of our Heroics classes are purely theoretical, dealing with law and history. But the physical training is still very demanding and often mentally exhausting as well, depending on how complex it is.”

Well, that made sense. Not everything could be punching the bad guys in the face. And there were plenty of stories in the news of Heroes who failed to follow policies and procedures and were censured, suspended, or even stripped of their licenses on fair occasions. It usually made mention of what Hero School they had graduated from and it had rarely, if ever, been U.A. or Shiketsu. Better to study hard now than end up on the news.

“So basically,” Koharu said, putting on a small grin, “I’ll be feeling this exhausted pretty much for the next two plus years. Is that what you’re saying?”

“You did join us of your own volition,” Todoroki said. “You knew the job was dangerous when you took it.”

That got a laugh out of Koharu, and a chirping one out of Tokoyami. “Yeah, okay,” she conceded. “Good point.”

“Hello? Pardon me, I don’t mean to interrupt.” The voice seemed to come from out of nowhere as there had been no sounds of footsteps preceding it. There stood the multi-eyed girl from Shiketsu, her six eyes blinking in a bit of a shy way, but with a beaming smile. “My name is Akira Shida. I thought it proper to introduce myself.”

Koharu nearly let out a small yelp, but she clamped her mouth shut hard. No matter how much she told herself the other girl was no threat, there was still some animal instinct that prompted the moth to fear the spider. Though even without the spider-thing, the ninja-sneaky thing was pretty startling all on its own. Even still, she would also admit, the other girl was otherwise kind of cute.

“Not at all,” Tokoyami said, giving the spider-girl a polite nod. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I’m Asuka Tokoyami.”

Todoroki gave a small wave. “Likewise. I am Izumi Todoroki.”

“And I’m Koharu Kocho,” Koharu added. “Nice to meet you.”

“Please,” Tokoyami went on, gesturing to the bench beside her, “sit. Join us.”

“Thank you kindly.” Suddenly the “spikes” on her back extended into eight spider-like limbs which carried her over in just a few seconds. They made no sound as the legs scurried across the ground, easily lifting Shida’s body up and placing her down at the lunch table. It reminded Kocho a bit of seeing Shoji extend and walk on his extra-four arms. Once she was seated, the legs quickly retracted into her back, once more looking like a set of eight spikes. “I wanted to apologize for Tatsuma’s behavior earlier. She’s very.. intense, but she has her reasons.”

“Oh, we wouldn’t know anything about having intense classmates like that,” Todoroki said, the corners of her mouth tugging upward in a mischievous smile.

“She is correct,” Tokoyami went on. “I’m reasonably confident Kirishima-Bakugo will behave herself, especially with her father here, but it isn’t impossible she’ll react violently if provoked enough.”

“She sure seemed like she didn’t like us,” Koharu said. She took a last drink of her smoothie, slurping up the remains. “Sorry. Noisier than I thought it was going to be.”

“Quite alright,” Shida assured them with a friendly smile. She frowned a bit at Tokoyami’s statement. “You may wish to advise her not to act on that impulse. Tatsuma is very strong.”

There was a small shift in Todoroki. Koharu knew that she and Kirishima-Bakugo were friends, but just based on what she’d seen of the two of them, it seemed even deeper than that. Todoroki seemed to be the only person who could make Kirishima-Bakugo back down from anything.

“As much as I am able to occasionally steer Katsumi,” Todoroki said, “she will ultimately make her own decisions. Especially where her pride is concerned.” She frowned in concern though. “But she is also too stubborn to know when to give up. How strong is ‘very strong’?”

Shida seemed reluctant for a moment. “I have a loyalty to my school, and to my classmates, so I can’t give you specifics. However, I don’t want any incidents that could impact the importance of this trip. It’s not broadcast like UA’s, but you’re aware Shiketsu has a Sports Festival as well?”

Todoroki nodded. “Yes. I have even attended a few of them, at Shinji’s father’s invitation. Very intense completion, if less focused on spectacle than ours.”

“Tatsuma won this year’s, but she did not just win. She dominated the tournament in a way no one has in decades. This tournament included myself, Kaz, Seung, and Shinji. Shinji’s stronger than his dad was at his age. He made it to the finals as well. He unleashed winds that damaged the very stadium, but Tatsuma still beat him with little trouble.” Akira’s eyes seemed like they were looking somewhere else for a moment. “She’s not someone you want to be across the ring from.”

And Kirishima-Bakugo hadn’t even made it out of the first round of the tournament, Koharu remembered, defeated by Todoroki’s elemental power, though it had been a very close thing. But Kirishima-Bakugo’s real power was in her ferocity, not her physical strength. Regardless, Koharu was grateful that she hadn’t had to fight either of them. Against fire, ice, and explosions, moth-powers probably wouldn’t have added up to much.

Yet, she told herself. Wasn’t much good yet. Once she got more training, maybe she could keep up.

“Shinji is incredibly powerful,” Todoroki replied. “Anyone who could take him down easily is formidable indeed.”

Tokaymi let out a frustrated sigh. She pinched the bridge of her beak with her fingertips. “Of course, that’s who she’d pick a fight with.”

“Maybe it won’t happen?” Koharu tried. She didn’t believe her own words, but it never hurt to be hopeful.

Todoroki frowned again. “I will tell her to use all caution. That is all I can promise.”

“Thank you. I will speak to Seung, if Tatsuma will listen to anyone it’s her. Granted Seung has her own reasons to dislike the status quo,” Shida said off-handedly. She was clearly someone who liked to talk, but probably didn’t always realize how much she was saying. Seung must have been the foreign Shiketsu student, Koharu realized.

“She was definitely giving us the evil eye when we got off the bus,” Koharu said. Like she’d been judging them actually, and assigning them a failing grade. “What was that us in particular or…?”

“That’s a very long story.” Shida thought for a moment. “It’s not you specifically, but she has little love for the Pro Hero system. At least Japan’s version of it.”

And yet she was enrolled in a Hero school? Maybe she was trying to change the system from within? The system wasn’t flawless, but it sure seemed like it was better than it was a couple of decades ago. “Ah, I won’t pry then,” she said.

“Are there any of your other classmates we should be concerned about?” Tokoyami asked. “Mineta’s boyfriend seems exuberant but harmless enough.”

“Oh Shinji’s a sweetheart,” Shida agreed. “Kazuchika’s a huge flirt. The only problem you’d have with him is him possibly hitting on you, but he gets the message if you’re not interested. That doesn’t mean he’d stop being flirtatious, just that he’s not actively trying to sweep you off your feet anymore. He means no harm, it’s just who he is.”

“Good,” Tokyami replied, seemingly satisfied with that. “Beyond Kirishima-Bakugo, I doubt you have anything to worry about from our class. Some of them can be a bit annoying or egotistical, but none of them would mean you any real harm.” She seemed to consider something. “Well, there is Mineta. She can be rather flirtatious as well.”

“There is Monoma,” Todoroki said. “That’s the blond boy, from 1-B. He may try to start something.”

Koharu frowned. “He seemed nice enough at the Sports Festival. He took losing to me pretty gracefully.” He’d even brought her snacks between matches. Though she knew interclass rivalries could get pretty intense. It did remind her she hadn’t spoken to him since then. She really should.

“Katsumi certainly does not like him,” Todoroki said. “Though the whole of it is a bit more complex. But he does believe in trying to make his class successful and proving their superiority. He may try to start an additional rivalry.”

Ah. A little too much class pride then. That’d do it.

“You may wish to try and keep him away from Tatsuma and Seung,” Shida advised. “I don’t “think” Tatsuma would care about it enough to do something, but Seung has a short fuse for, and I’m quoting here: “Stupid hero penis-jousting.” I probably horribly mangled that. I’m trying to learn Korean better, but it’s slow going.” She says this with a nervous chuckle.

“A bit blunt,” Todoroki said, trying and failing to hide a smile, “but quite accurate really.”

“I’ll speak to Tetsutetsu,” Tokyami said. She didn’t have the facial structure for a smile, but it sounded like she was trying not to laugh or groan in frustration and had somehow managed to split the difference. “She usually has a handle on him.”

“And I’ll talk to Chihiro,” Todoroki added. “Perhaps she can influence him now.”

There was the strong suggestion in their tones that neither of them had much confidence in that endeavor. But Koharu really didn’t have the context to make any real guesses as to how it might turn out. It certainly sounded like there were a lot of potential tinder boxes waiting to go off. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that...

#my hero academia #their hero academia #my writing #fan fiction #fan fic #kenta sato #takuma sero #toshi midoriya #isamu haimawari #chihiro kaminari #koharu kocho

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mottledscales · 5 years ago

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LFRP - Muunokhoi Gloamwarder(Ayol)

The Basics ––– –

Age: Appears mid-to-late 50s

Race: Xaela

Gender: Cisgender Man

Sexuality: Homosexual

Marital Status: Widower

Server: Mateus

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: White, cropped close

Eyes: Steel grey, white limbal ring. No left eye.

Height: 7′11″

Build: Strongman build. Thickly muscled but not cut definition. Looks healthy...and enormous.

Distinguishing Marks: Various white splashes and dapplings where his scales become starkly white instead of black. Said scales grow prolific and asymmetrical, favoring the left side of his body over his right. Scars and tears, silvery and faded, are numerous throughout his body but similarly, they favor his left side. Muunokhoi’s tail is exceptionally long and has a loose set of scales that sit atop the spine. It, like the rest of him, is mottled. Big sharp teeth.

Common Accessories: Muunokhoi doesn’t seem given to adornments beyond armor or clothing. One may see him with a satchel or heavy pack filled with tools or materials for work orders, but nothing more.

Personal ––– –

Profession: “Handyman” It’s sort of difficult to nail down exactly what Muunokhoi does these days, though best he could explain to you, he fixes things. Tables, bookshelves, walls, tears in the fabric of reality, stools and chairs, floors, he’ll tackle most projects with diligence and a skillful hand. He tends to prefer working with wood and stone, however.

Hobbies: Furniture craft, carving, storytelling, sparring

Residence: A flat located in Limsa Lominsa.

Birthplace: The Tail Mountains

Religion: Primarily animistic reverence of spirits and ancestors, which ultimately takes a backseat to the worship of Nhaama.

Patron Deity: Nhaama

Fears: Failing to provide and prepare his daughter for the world. An unspecified loss of control. His own mortality. Not seeing an opportunity until it passes him by. Being insufficient.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Asato[Husband] - Deceased

Children: Narangawa[Adopted Daughter] - Alive

Parents: -Bayari [Mother] - Alive -Kokegan[Father]-Deceased

Siblings: N/A

Other Relatives: Sarangerel[Aunt] - Alive Numerous other aunts, uncles, and cousins

Pets: Black cat named ‘Cat’ [Catarina Catatonia Catatrix]

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open-Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Themes and More: I’ll be forthright. Muunokhoi’s story started rather basic with the intent of taking a sharp left turn into ‘deep dark’ themes both edgy and sad. Okay, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way... There’s a lot here. I’m talkin’ magic, mysticism, the struggle between tradition and progress, between one’s old life and one’s new. The effects of duty, failure, devotion to family and faith, violence, having some rad bad dreams. That sort of thing. Oh and if it was not entirely obvious, I like exploring monsters and what it means to be one. Muunokhoi happens to be one of my foremost outlets for that.

What I’m Looking For: Long-term story. I get a lot of slice-of-life already, but I do have a story I want to tell with Muunokhoi. And I want to help some folks tell their stories too. Like monstery things? Want to talk about xaela history, magic, faith, and the blurring lines between myth and reality? I’m your guy. Like subtlety but are completely okay with getting hit with a brick sometimes instead? I’m also here for you because I can’t tell the difference.

Must love[tolerate] dad-jokes.

Romance optional [who doesn’t like a good romantic subplot?] but keep in mind this man’s old and he’s not looking. Furthermore, it’s highly unlikely he’s going to be into anyone young. Just, keep that in mind. I don’t really care about slow or fast burn it all depends on character chemistry and interaction.

RP Hooks ––– –

Handyman: Need something fixed? Carpentry happens to be Muunokhoi’s forté, he might be able to help. Especially if it is related to structural or furniture repair. That said, if he can’t fix it, he probably knows someone who can and will point you in the right direction.

Edge of the Ejinn: About twenty years ago a pale man with mottled scales showed up on the far borders of Ejinn territory, beaten and bloody from conflict. While he was allowed to stay on the condition that he warned the tribe of approaching assaults, he was not allowed close to camp. The strange nature of his scales and pallid skin earned him the name “Chagatai” and a rumor that he might well be cursed. Furthermore, he took into his care a child born ‘marked’ by an eclipse, an omen to join an omen. Doma, Oh Doma: Thirty-five years ago, in a village along the One River, a raen doctor lived surrounded by a neighborhood that served the Rijin clan. Attending him was a tall xaela, quiet and poor in speech, covered in strange scales. Though apprenticed to a local carpenter, this xaela -known only as ‘Shiro’- was known better for keeping the peace when the lord’s samurai were away. With the coming of the empire of Garlemald both the raen doctor and his xaela shadow disappeared, presumed dead in the wake of the neighborhood’s burning. A Mountain To Break: Ul’dah’s blood sands briefly held a xaela amidst their number in the past five years: a roughly-hewn man known to take intense amounts of punishment with ease. A few remnant gladiators yet have a score to settle with the old bruiser, and others simply never got the chance to face off against him. “Handyman”: They say that Muunokhoi’s talents for repair extend beyond the material, and into the metaphysical. While it is not clear where precisely his talents lie, his very clear awareness of otherworldly energies and void taint seems to suggest he may share some sort of connection. Or at the very least, that he can feel the tears in the world as they are rent. Yet, stranger still is the present ‘wrongness’ about him, a sensation not unlike the prickling of gooseflesh.

Contact Information/About the player ––– –

Hey. I’m Fishy, or Mister Eyeteeth. Either works well enough. If you’d like to contact me I’m most readily available through tumblr’s messaging system, though ingame @ Muunokhoi Gloamwarder is also applicable.

My schedule shifts around due to the nature of sleep, health, and various other contributing factors. Suffice to say: I’ll get back to you when I can, so if you’re looking to set something up, give me time! I will thank you for your patience.

I��m pretty big on communication but I can function pretty well with little. The only thing I ask is that you communicate any problems or limits to the story you have. I won’t be upset and I won’t push anything you do not dig. Dig? Also, if there is something you’d like to see in a story, talk to me about that too! I’ll do my best to make it happen.

Finally, I’m not terribly social on my own and don’t like getting confused[and I’m very easily confused]. Be forthright and direct with me, and I’ll give you the same courtesy.

#ooc #LFRP #long post

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rangoatemybabynsfw · 6 years ago

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how about,, shiro's shirt getting tighter and tighter everyday because of how much he trains and works out. lance loves his buff boyfriend and worships his muscles while they have sex ;0

Lol I love the idea that he’s been working out so much that his shirts are starting to get tighter. Says he thinks it’s time to buy new shirts. Lance vehemently disagrees. Admits that he’s always wanted to see a guy rip the seams on a shirt or pop the buttons off just by flexing.

With that information, Shiro sets up a day for it. Kinda like a fashion show except each time he comes out for Lance he flexes the shirts right off his body. Popping buttons and tearing seams. Lance loves it and it gets them hot for their sex afterward. But at the end of the day, Shiro has to get new shirts. Lance begrudgingly agrees but only if Shiro picks up a few that are too small so they can do their fashion show again.

Seems like a waste of perfectly good clothes but…if it makes Lance happy, he doesn’t see the harm in it.

#Rango answers #Shance #Volporn #Volpron

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hybridfanfiction · 6 years ago

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Lost In The Echo - 1

Pairing: Keith x Labrador hybrid Lance

Summary: After his brother went MIA, Keith’s life began to fall apart. He dropped out of high school and got a job, barely doing enough for himself to survive. He’s reached the point where even he is worried about how far he’s fallen into the depths of his depression. After learning about emotional support hybrids, he takes a chance and adopts a Lab hybrid named Lance.

Word Count: 2567

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The apartment door banged loudly as Keith kicked it closed, not even bothering to lock it since he had nothing for anyone to steal anyway. He tossed his bike helmet onto the couch and slumped into the opposite seat with a relieved sigh.

Today had been yet another long and tedious day filled with nothingness. He’d even volunteered to work longer at the machine shop and had put in a whole twelve hours just to have something to fill his time. And now he was back in his crappy apartment that was just as empty as he was, save for the overloaded trash can filled with takeout boxes and a sink full of dishes he was never motivated enough to wash. The mess annoyed the hell out of him, sure, but the effort it would take to gather up the remnants of energy he had left to clean seemed impossible. Takashi would kick his ass if he saw this place...

Instead, he stretched out fully on the couch and put some documentary on that he barely paid attention to in order to fill the silence and ordered some dinner off of his favorite app. He figured at some point he should take a shower and get the smell of the shop off of him, but that seemed like too much work at the moment. He lounged on the couch for the full thirty minutes he had to wait for his food, moving only to kick off his shoes.

When the doorbell rang he sighed wearily, wincing as his bones cracked as he stood. He slowly hobbled to the doorway and cracked it open, intending to simply reach his hand out for the bag and scurry back inside like the antisocial raccoon he was.

“Special delivery for Gerard Way if he had a mullet and shrunk three inches?”

Keith scrunched his nose as he realized the amused voice was familiar and poked his head out, widening his eyes as he took in the grinning delivery person.

“Hunk?”

“Hey man! Long time no see, huh? I saw your name on the order form and couldn’t resist making the delivery myself. You were our last order of the night anyway.”

Keith pulled the door open all the way and peered up at him.

“Jesus, did you get even taller? And are those real muscles? Dude.”

Hunk holds up the bags that looked like they had a lot more than what he actually ordered, flexing shamelessly.

“I know, right? The last time you saw me was in high school when I was still ninety percent taco, but I’ve been working out for actual fun these days. And you! I took a chance you’d still have the mullet when I made that joke, glad it worked out.”

Keith rolled his eyes as he ruffled said hair nervously.

“It just grows that way, you know that.”

“So you’ve always said. Man, I missed you. A lot of us tried to find you these past few of years, but you seemed to just vanish and don’t even use social media. How are things? Hold up, let me get your food setup here.”

Hunk just walked right past Keith into his apartment and placed the bags on the coffee table. He muttered to himself as he set out multiple fantastic smelling containers, and Keith took a moment to glance around for anything too shameful while Hunk was distracted.

He was embarrassed by the stark emptiness of the place, as he only bought the bare essentials, but he knew Hunk was too nice to actually say anything about it. Mostly it was just the trash-filled kitchen and the fact that it was obvious he usually just slept on the couch that had him worried.

“So you work at Sal’s, huh?”

“Co-own it actually, along with being the head chef. Except on the weekends when I volunteer at Hybrid Haven with Katie.”

Keith was impressed but wasn’t all that surprised. He’d known Hunk would do well for himself even back in high school. He was just a nice guy all the way to his core and got along with everyone, unlike Keith who liked five living beings and two of them were dogs.

“So Pidgeotto is still around too, huh?”

“I forgot about that one,” Hunk snorts and sets the plastic bags off to the side. “Yeah, most of us are still around. Katie and Allura run Hybrid Haven together and Matt left the Army after...that...and is some software genius and built his own company. He tried to explain what it was for, but it went over even my head. And I studied to be an engineer!”

Keith huffed a laugh and let Hunk pull him onto the couch, accepting the utensils he was handed.

“What is all this, anyway? I just ordered a meatball sandwich.”

“I know, but dude, this is my first chance to have you try my professional skills! I’m not going to pass that up. I’ve improved so much in the three years since you last tried something of mine. So I made you a sampler platter of our Italian favorites. Spaghetti alla carbonara, Manicotti, Risotto, Fritto misto, and of course a nice big order of meatballs since that’s what you actually asked for. Oh, and there’s breadsticks. And tiramisu for dessert.”

“God, everything smells amazing,” Keith moaned as he opened the first container.

“Good. Eat up, you look like you’re skin and bones.”

Keith huffed a laugh, then practically shoved what he guessed was the carbonara into his mouth. It was so rich and the noodles perfectly al dente, even with them being delivered. It had been a long time since Keith had actually appreciated food, usually just eating what he felt he could tolerate at the moment so he’d stay alive. But a combination of wanting to please Hunk who was watching his every bite and the knowledge that Hunk’s food was always amazing led to genuine enjoyment of the meal. He eyed the number of containers and wondered if Hunk would expect him to eat it all now or if he’d be able to stretch them out for a few days.

“You know, now that I’m looking at you, you seem like you’re sick. Is that why you ordered takeout? I should have brought my soup too,” Hunk frowns and lays a massive hand on Keith’s forehead, trying to gauge his temperature.

“I’m not sick. Just tired. Long day, you know?”

Hunk didn’t look convinced, his gaze sharpening as he looked Keith up and down deliberately then moved to give his actual apartment the same treatment. Keith felt like an ant under a microscope, knowing that Hunk’s often overlooked brain was seeing everything.

Hunk sighed and pat Keith on the head like a damn dog as he stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

“Don’t move a muscle, no matter what. I want you to stay there and eat. I’m beginning to suspect that’s the first decent meal you’ve had in three years.”

Keith’s shame was almost overwhelming because Hunk was grabbing a garbage bag and collecting the overflowing trash that Keith had merely watched grow into a massive pile. He tried to protest, but a sharp look from Hunk told him it was pointless and he’d continued shoveling food down his throat instead.

He was midway through the huge foil tin of Manicotti and listening to Hunk hum to himself as he washed Keith’s dishes when the exhaustion finally caught up to him. His belly was full of delicious food and he was comfortable, laying his head back against the couch and promising he was just going to close his eyes for a second because it hurt to keep them open...

The sun was just beginning to filter through his blinds when he woke up. His apartment was silent except for the gentle hum of the dryer, meaning Hunk had even tackled Keith’s toxic pile of dirty laundry and apparently had been here all night doing so. He was ashamed that his old friend had seen what a mess he was these days, but he was touched and humbled that he’d gone out of his way like this.

Keith stretched and cracked his neck before standing, realizing his body was more rested than it had been in a while. He didn’t know if it was the food or just having another presence in the place that had helped.

He yawned and padded towards the kitchen, hoping that Hunk had stashed the leftovers in there. He swung the door open and grinned when he spotted the containers, pulling out the meatballs to make a cold sandwich. He could only imagine the shock on Hunk’s face when he’d opened the fridge and found only water and ketchup.

Keith split open a couple of rolls that Hunk had included with his order and filled them full to bursting with meatballs, suddenly ravenous. He even put them on a plate now that he had some clean dishes. He took a huge bite and chewed happily on his way back to the couch, setting his plate down and searching for the remote and clicking the TV on, pausing as he realized there was a note taped to the front of it.

He jumped back up and pulled it off, reading as he slumped back into his seat.

Keith,

I have to head home before my girlfriend worries too much (her name is Shay! I can’t wait for you to meet her). I am so happy that you ordered from my place today. I know that you are probably all kinds of embarrassed right now, but I seriously missed you. I know it’s probably been hard since Shiro went missing. We all loved him, but you worshipped him. Your brother was one of the greatest people I’ve ever met and I know he’d feel horrible if he came back and saw how much you were hurting.

I’m sorry for upsetting you if you think I overstepped today, but I’m not sorry I did it. You needed some looking after and I was happy to do it. We’ve all been worried sick about you since you left. Matt says he has nightmares sometimes of Shiro coming back and he has to explain that he lost his little brother.

I know you like to think it sometimes, but you’re really not alone. If you’d let us back into your life, we’d love to be there. You were never just another high school friend to us, Keith. You are family. Family that we’ve missed terribly.

As your family, I’m just going to say it. I think you’ve been letting your depression win, bud. The Keith I know is a fighter and right now I think you’re facing your strongest opponent and letting it take over. Please let us help you and be there for you. There’s no shame in asking for help.

I also have another friend that I’d like you to meet. You know how I said we all work with Hybrid Haven? Allura started a program a few years ago training emotional support hybrids. We mainly adopt them out to military vets dealing with PTSD, but I think it would be a good match for you too. There is one, in particular, I have in mind for you. He’s kinda your polar opposite in a lot of ways, but I think it would be good for you.

Just head to the Haven if you decide to go through with it and Katie will probably be at the counter. Tell her you’re there for Lance. She’ll probably be so happy to see you she’ll waive the adoption fee...after she says a few choice words to you. You know how she is, don’t take it to heart. She just missed you and she’s kinda like you in that emotions make her angry.

If you still want to talk to me even after I’ve butted my big head into your business, I’ll write my number under this. If you don’t, that’s fine too. Although I’ll probably cry. Don’t make me cry, Keith.

-Hunk

Keith snorted as he read the last line, then programmed the number into his phone. When he’d disappeared after Takashi went missing, he hadn’t been in a good place. He’d spent every waking moment trying to convince anyone that would listen that his brother was still alive and needing to be rescued. The Army has brushed him off, telling him they were sorry for his loss and that Takashi had been a good soldier, but there was nothing else to be done.

Their parents had died when Keith was too young to remember them well and Takashi had raised him after that. He’d been Keith’s entire world and his hero. They’d moved around from base to base until Keith had hit high school and demanded to stay in one school for the entire time. He’d gotten his wish and had stayed there with the same group of friends until he was almost eighteen and a few months away from graduating. Until the soldiers had come to their home holding a flag and a generic letter of condolence. After that, high school had seemed meaningless and he had to find a job to support himself. He’d sold the home they'd been living in, unable to keep up the payments on his own. He’d then started his monotonous life of working at the machine shop and coming home to an empty apartment.

He hadn’t really meant to ignore his friends from school, they just felt like they didn’t belong to him. They were friends with a different Keith that didn’t exist anymore, one that used to laugh and play. One that hadn’t felt like he was a waste of space just by existing.

He looked at Hunk’s letter again, raising an eyebrow as he got to the part about the hybrid. He was familiar with the creatures, of course. The military had wolf hybrids and Keith remembered a few fondly from his years as an army brat. He remembered he’d even begged Takashi to adopt one years ago, but they hadn’t been as settled at the time so he’d said no.

He glanced around his now clean apartment, taking in the clean kitchen and piles of folded clean laundry waiting in baskets. The place was still empty, but it was looking a little more homey after Hunk had his way with it. Keith sighed and let the idea churn in his head.

He supposed it would be nice to come home to someone, even a hybrid. He’d have a reason to clean up after himself and keep the fridge stocked at the very least. And it would be nice to have Hunk and Pidge around again.

But first, a shower.

#voltron #voltron fanfic #vld #klance #klance fanfic #hybrid #hybrid au #au #hybrids #hybrid!voltron #hybrid!lance #hybrid fanfiction

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madefate-a · 5 years ago

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“ i want to be like you. “ (jeez ango hero worship isn’t a good look, my man....)

For a long moment, Shiro says nothing. He doesn’t react – his expression doesn’t flicker, he doesn’t direct his gaze from where it has been fixed idly on Angus, he doesn’t even go so far as to tense against the understanding of Angus’ words – what they sound like, what they mean. And he gets it, he does – he remembers ( a small victory, the modicum of relief that he remembers it, still ) going through books and articles and endless posts documenting the Calypso’s journey to Jupiter – remembers what it felt like to memorize the biographies of the crew. To research his instructors’ storied accomplishments. To look at the world with bright and curious eyes.

And there is part of him that could – that does warm. That marvels at the kindness, affection it takes to feel something like that and express it in so many words. It’s almost like trust, and there’s a part of Shiro ( one that has, perhaps, sharpened since his second take-off from Earth ) that cradles that trust as if it something as precious as it is infinitely fragile. That almost, almost allows the warm, awed thing that struggles to bloom behind his ribs take root and blossom.

But it is eclipsed, swiftly and entirely, by the things he cannot unsee, unhear. By the way his muscles want to lock against the memories written into them that he does not remember making but knows to be true — flesh meeting unyielding steel, flecked with blood. ( a voice that calls to him, did you really think a monster like you – ? and how can he really argue with that ? )

( the worst of it: when he feels the tide of emotion rise – the linger ghost of softness, the tainted thing that lives within him – he closes the door against all of it, entirely. )

❛ – Oh, come on, ❜ he replies, a grin at his lips and the words laced through with a genial, amused sort of breeziness. ❛ With your smarts ? You’re going to be so much better, Angus. ❜

// send me things & @detectivest

#( ic. )#( answered. )#( shiro. )#detectivest #angus: i want to be like you!#shiro: i have to concentrate. i'm shifting into emotional repression mode.

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uriel-ignatius121 · 6 years ago

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More Shadantis?? Shiro/Adam/Lance/Curtis is my new OT4

[i am loving this ot4 but i am having a hard time figuring out what i want for their personalities? Like we barely know Adam and Curtis - but it is safe to say that they are awesome dudes because, in VLD canon, Shiro loves them - even with the drama of Kerberos and Adam... but this is my happy-ish AU and i write the rules, and canon is my bitch now - all the ages are different because an institution like the Garrison should enroll people as young as 18 for programs like being a pilot or space explorer etc. Programs for highschool level can exist but just teach you general classes - but leanings towards sciences?? idk.]

Shiro and Adam met first, enrolling into the Garrison around the same time and got into similar pilot programs - though Shiro was more interested with going further than just being Fighter Pilot.

They were roommates and slowly got closer and closer - and then they started dating. Shiro was pretty much an overachiever and thank god Adam was around to nag Shiro to take a rest or eat between studying. Adam was content with his current position and place in life, but he worries about Shiro a lot since he was going to Space a lot and he was visiting the Medical Wing more times than usual.

Lance enters the picture when he enters the Cargo Pilot program at 18 years old with ambitions to move on to be a Fighter Pilot. Shiro is an instructor for basic flying between Space Missions while Adam trains the fighter pilots.

Lance has a huuuge crush on Shiro and practically worships the ground he walks on. When in need to extra help with his classes, especially in improving his simulation scores, Lance was too shy to ask Shiro for any help but he keeps visiting the Instructor’s Lounge or pass by Shiro and Adam’s room.

Adam notices though because he isn’t as oblivious as Shiro and he calls out to Lance one day to offer to tutor him.

Adam is impressed with Lance’s tenacity and charmed by his loud and bright attitude. Adam can see that Lance was very much capable of achieving whatever he puts his mind to, he just needed the occasional confidence boost and praise, which Adam can gladly give in buckets just to see those blue eyes sparkle.

Shiro soon notices Adam spending more time tutoring the younger Cadet and how happier Adam is after his sessions with Lance. Shiro started paying attention to the aspiring Fighter Pilot. He was happy to see the cadet’s scores improving since being taken under Adam’s wing. Shiro also started to see the happy-go-lucky cadet be the friendly, social butterfly he was and how that no matter what assortment of team members he got assigned with, he was able to adapt and adjust accordingly to be as useful and effective as possible.

Adam started out as bestfriends and then best friends who dated but they havent really explored much beyond that in terms of exclusivity. They very much love and care for each other and will like to keep being in love and happy through any means necessary. Shiro was much aware that Adam might be feeling a bit lonely, their schedules never meeting right and Shiro’s missions taking months away from planet... the possibility of seeing other people was never off the table.

They soon have a talk about it, Adam’s feelings for Lance and what Adam believes the depth of Lance’s feelings for Shiro.

After another tutoring session, Adam asks Lance to stay a bit longer. Lance is curious what this was about and he stays, right after sending Hunk, his roommate, a quick text that he might be late for their study date.

Adam suddenly invites Shiro into the room and Lance starts to feel like a cornered rabbit, but he is quickly reassured by the 2 Instructors what this was all about - inviting Lance into their relationship. First, Lance was totally shocked that his ‘unattainable’ crush and his tutor he was low-key flirting with were dating and second, they want to date him as well...

Lance request that he needs to think this over, he is still confused and unsure... but he promises to give his answer soon.

Lance goes to talk to his sister Veronica who worked at the Garrison as an Analyst. She smacks Lance on the backside of the head for not knowing Shiro and Adam were dating despite being a Shiro fanboy. The 2 siblings have a heart-to-heart, Lance finally admitting to someone who was not Hunk that he was bisexual and very much interested in dating guys - specifically these 2 guys who very much want to date him as well.

Veronica tells Lance that she loves him no matter what and she supports what decision he makes and when he does open up to the rest of the family. She also reassures him that if Adam and Shiro do anything to hurt him, she’ll make sure that their next flying exercises will be hell.

After the weekend, Lance comes with his answer and the comfy duo become a trio... much to Keith’s annoyance that the loud kid from his early flight classes is dating his sponsor and a guy he considers as family.

Fast forward through Shiro’s diagnosis (i dont think his illness would kill him instantly? maybe like cause muscle and nerve damage that would lead to paralysis if left untreated which would cause complications like respiratory distress and other organs and body systems failing), the sudden increase of Shiro’s missions despite his condition, the planning of the Kerberos Mission, Adam and Shiro’s big FIGHT (which Lance was very much concern of Shiro’s well being but Adam isn’t venting his frustrations to the younger man so he is unaware of the fight), the Kerberos mission and the crew’s disappearance, Lance trying to stay strong for Adam and himself, Keith’s expulsion from the Garrison and Lance jump into the Fighter Pilot program which Adam doesn’t instruct anymore because of the stress and depression from Shiro’s ‘death’, Shiro’s sudden ‘return’ and the finding of the Blue Lion.

Adam was at first distraught at hearing Lance’s last call, about founding Shiro but that there is something bigger going on and that he will only come back once everything was okay and he has Shiro by his side.

Adam trusts that Lance and Shiro will care for each other, he is happy that they have each other - Adam doesnt have high enough clearance to be informed of what happened that night, but he meets Lance’s sister who fills him in.

Fast forward some more through the story - Shiro is the captain of the Atlas, Adam is the Commander of the MFE pilots, and Lance is the Red Paladin, the SiC of Voltron.

The MFE pilots are working closely with Voltron while the Atlas stays as back up and support. Shiro is very much inexperienced in leading a group of this scale, a whole battlehip - but he needs to think about the lives that need saving all across the Universe as well as those he cares deeply about. He tries to keep his voice steady and clear and his aura of that as a strong leader... but there are times he feels alone, he is far away and way too busy to be with his friends and lovers. Shiro befriends Curtis, one of the Senior Officers chosen by Commander Holt to be part of the Atlas Crew. (Curtis is younger than Shiro & Adam but older than Lance)

Curtis has more experience in working with crews and ships of this manner, not of the scale of Atlas, but the protocols and basics are there. Shiro usually confides with all of the crew of his limitations in knowledge regarding being the captain of Atlas’ kind, but mostly to Curtis who was always happy to help. Curtis becomes more attuned to Shiro, as he wishes to be as helpful to the Captain as possible, he makes sure that the bridge functions as smoothly as possible - even asking Veronica’s help, which will cost him. He makes sure Shiro is aware of his scheduled meetings with the higher ups and his dates with his boyfriends, checking with the Red Paladin and the MFE pilots’ CO (he also starts to get to know Adam and Lance here as well). Curtis slowly realizes that he was developing feelings for Shiro... his captain who already has 2 boyfriends that love him fiercely that one them even traveled to Space for him.

One day Curtis walks into the bridge, accidentally interrupting some discussion Shiro was having with Adam and Lance. He quickly excuses himself but Shiro calls him back.

Curtis keeps his head lowered, looking at everyone’s feet instead of their eyes. He feels outnumbered and out of place, worried that they know of his feelings for the Captain and that they want to tear him a new one for even daring to even imagine being with him. He is startled by the hand on his shoulder, a friendly pat coming from the Red Paladin of Voltron, he receives a warm smile from him and a friendly greeting and reassurance that he has nothing to worry about.

Curtis looks at Shiro who seems bashful, but looking at him with curious eyes. Adam was the one to break the silence, explaining to Curtis what the current situation was - that Shiro has feelings for Curtis and thinks he might fit well in their little family, that Lance and Adam agree. Shiro and Curtis talk about it further, with Adam and Lance as an audience.

Similar to Lance, Curtis wants some time before he can give them an answer, and with that they all separate to return to their jobs, though Shiro and Curtis are awkward about it at first - they ease back into their roles with work as their main focus.

After a night thinking it over, Curtis calls for all three of them when he says yes, he wants to date them.

And the steadfast trio becomes a family of four

#shadantis #voltron #vld spoilers #voltron s8 au #voltron s8

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velkynkarma · 6 years ago

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@bosstoaster (because for some reason I can’t answer this ask???) Hell yes! I love it! So this is set at the very tail end/just after Failsafe, for reference.  Note: There are some extremely minor spoilers for s7. Nothing plot-relevant, just names and minor background data from back on Earth, so I haven’t spoiler-tagged it. Parallel by Proxy is only canon compliant up to s4. But just as a head’s up. “Are…are you serious?” Lance asks, incredulous. “You really want me to help you with shooting?”   Ryou blinks at him. “Sure. Why wouldn’t I be serious about that? You did offer to do some sharpshooter training sessions.” “I mean, I did,” Lance admits, “But I was…I mean, I wasn’t really being serious, I didn’t think you’d really take me up on it, I was just…uh…” He looks sheepish. “Bragging? I…guess?” Ryou doesn’t really know what to make of that. Lance does brag, a lot, usually about things he shouldn’t, but shooting is one of those few areas where Lance’s bravado isn’t all bluster. He really is as good as he says he is in that department. As both Shiro and as himself, Ryou’s witnessed Lance hit marks that only experts could handle back on Earth. That was why he’d been willing to take up Lance on the offer in the first place. His new Olkari arm is very impressive, and its ranged shooting capabilities will no doubt be useful—assuming he can learn how to use them right. Nothing he remembers from being Shiro will help; Shiro has almost always preferred close combat when possible, and his own Galra prosthetic just isn’t used at range. Lance’s knowledge will be much more applicable here. “So,” Ryou says slowly, “are you saying you can’t help me with training for this?”

“No, no no no,” Lance says hastily. “I mean, I could, I’ve done it, I helped Hunk figure out his bayard better and all that. Even Keith’s asked me for a few shooting pointers,” Lance adds, with self-satisfied pride. “I just don’t get why you would need my help?” Ryou is baffled by that. “Why wouldn’t I?” “Well, I mean, you’re, y’know…Shiro-ish?” Ryou blinks. Stares. “Shiro…ish?” “Yeah,” Lance says, gesturing hastily with his hands as he tries to explain his point. “Like, you’re not Shiro anymore—or well, I guess you weren’t ever Shiro, but like, you still thought you were and you acted like him and could do all the stuff he did, and like, he’s Shiro, so why would he need shooting lessons from me? Or, uh, why would you? This is really confusing,” he finishes, exasperated. That makes two of them. “Okay, back up a second,” Ryou says, holding up his hand in a ‘stop’ motion. “We’ll ignore the fact that I’m not Shiro for the moment. Why wouldn’t he be able to get shooting lessons from you?” Lance looks incredulous all over again. “Because he’s Shiro. Shiro can already do practically everything.” Ryou’s eyebrows both raise at that. “Can he really,” he intones. That’s certainly news to him, and as Lance had pointed out in so roundabout a way, he’d been that person until very recently. “Sure,” Lance says. “He’s got all the high scores on all the simulations back at the Garrison. Youngest pilot to ever lead a mission in space. Broke over a dozen records in just a couple years. The news about his new record for fastest orbital velocity was huge!” There’s actual excitement on his face as he chatters on. Fastest orbital velocity? Ryou thinks, idly. He doesn’t remember that. Pity. Sounds like it was fun.   “Shiro’s like, the whole reason I even joined the Garrison to be a pilot in the first place,” Lance finishes. “I wanted to be able to do cool things like that. If I could do even a fraction of that stuff I’d be happy.” Then he looks sheepish. “Uh, but you probably know about all that stuff already, ‘cause, y’know…Shiro-ish. Now I feel kinda dumb for rambling about it. To you. This is weird.” “I only remember maybe half of it well,” Ryou says, waving that aside. “And I promise I won’t tell Shiro, if that makes you feel better. You’re fine.”   Lance’e expression is a mix of still sheepish, and also grateful. “Thanks.”   “I still don’t see why that means he couldn’t learn shooting from you, though,” Ryou continues. “I’m betting none of those records he broke were for marksmanship.” Certainly none of the ones he remembers were. “No,” Lance admits, “But he always seems to know what to do, and he was still top class back at the Garrison, and he’s awesome at fighting, so I figured…” You’ve got a little bit of hero worship, Ryou notes with amusement, although he’s careful not to let it show on his face. That hadn’t been uncommon with cadets, from what memories he still has from Shiro’s time back on Earth. Shiro was charismatic, and an inspiration to a lot of the younger generation; the Garrison had often used him for PR and for teaching classes of new cadets in between missions for exactly that reason. Ryou remembers standing in front of more than a few classrooms full of starry-eyed students or cadets excited at the prospect of meeting him. “Shiro is proficient with firearms,” Ryou says. “Enough to pass basic training. But it’s not a skill he’s ever really worked on improving.” Lance seems to consider this for a moment, before finally saying, “Huh.” He doesn’t seem terribly disillusioned, so Ryou figures at least a little of that old hero-worship has toned down since becoming a paladin. Probably because he’s just gotten to know Shiro as a person, and not a far-off elevated figure in news bytes and record books.  “For that matter,” Ryou continues, “I’m not Shiro at all, so even that doesn’t apply to me. I only remember parts of Shiro’s basic training, and that’s not enough to put me in a real combat scenario. Plus, being sick wiped most of my muscle memory for things like this. Even if I had perfect recall of Shiro’s firearm training, this body doesn’t remember how to do that anymore.”   Lance winces at that. “Oh. Right. Sorry.”   Ryou shakes his head. “Nothing to apologize for. Point is, I need to re-learn how to shoot from square one, like I’m a fresh cadet. And out of everyone on the crew, you’re the one with the most firearm experience and the highest skill level with shooting. So I want you to start teaching me from the beginning—if you’re willing to, of course.” Lance stares at him. “I mean, of course I’m willing! But…from the beginning? Really?” “I’m dead serious,” Ryou says, very firmly. “I need to get it right the first time. There’s no room for mistakes because I assume I can do something and it turns out I can’t. I’ve been doing the same thing with Shiro, Keith and Allura learning hand to hand combat again—started with basic exercises and beginner katas. I need to approach this the same way.” “I guess that makes sense,” Lance admits. “Still must suck, though. After putting in all that work and effort before, I’d hate to get kicked down to starting over from scratch.” “It is what it is,” Ryou says neutrally, although inwardly he completely agrees. It’s frustrating to have Shiro running him through novice-level drills just to get his body used to moving properly for a fight, and then immediately watching Shiro take down a Gladiator with advanced skills he knows he used to know. He feels stupid sometimes, when Keith gives him tips on combat maneuvers and still manages to knock him on his ass during careful sparring practice, even though part of his brain still remembers being the one doing the teaching. He gets flustered when he mixes up Altean youur-jun with Earth martial arts styles, and Allura has to correct him time and time again when his arms and legs just don’t feel like cooperating. He remembers being so good at this. It’s almost more painful on his pride than his body to have to start over again. But for all that, he knows he’ll get there eventually. He has faded memories of Shiro first learning these things too, and he’d been just as frustrated back then. And really, Ryou is learning for the first time how to do all of this, just like Shiro all those years ago. His body had been conditioned for him, the last time. This time, as Shiro pointed out to him when he was learning to walk again, this will be all his victory when he gets there. He just has to work his way to that victory from the ground up. “So, the basics,” Ryou repeats. “Start from scratch and build some good habits. Then hopefully I can support the team without accidentally killing anybody.” “Yeah,” Lance says. “Friendly fire isn’t really all that friendly. Okay, let’s head to the training deck then.” He scratches his head as he stares at Ryou’s Olkari hand, and adds, “Although, I don’t think you’ll need all the basics. I guess we don’t really have to worry about proper grip or how to pull the trigger right…”    Ryou chuckles a little at that as he leads the way towards the training deck. “Alright, fair. All the basics, within reason. And I imagine we’ll have to still be inventive with some of it.” “Yeah, I don’t think this is what they had in mind with handgun training,” Lance says, grinning widely as he follows. Ryou snorts. “That was terrible.” “You laughed!” “I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t encourage you. That was a moment of weakness.” Lance is still grinning at that, but moves on. “There’s other stuff we can work on, though. Stance and movement are still important. We’ll need a trick for aiming, unless you want to strap a scope to your wrist—“ “I think people might notice that.” “Probably,” Lance agrees. “And what’s the range on that thing, anyway?” “It shoots pretty far,” Ryou says. “I played around with it a little at the Olkari armory. The blasts can vary in strength, too.”   “We should probably figure out that too, then,” Lance says. “I had to play around with my bayard a little for the same reason, since it can swap between standard and sniper rifle modes, and the shot strength can vary too. It’s not like swapping guns with different rounds at all.” He shrugs. “But if I can figure it out, you definitely can.”   Ryou raises an eyebrow at that. Lance says it calmly, but it had edged a little too close to self-deprecating for Ryou’s tastes. “As I recall,” he says mildly, “you’re the team sharpshooter. If anyone’s an expert at this it’s you. I’m the novice by comparison. But I’m sure you’ll be an excellent teacher.”   Lance can’t seem to help but preen a little at that. “Well,” he says, a little more confidently, “I guess Shiro did say I was the sharpshooter. Maybe you’re right.”  Lance knows his way around the firearm drills in the training deck well, and gets them set up in the room with holographic targets. “Non-moving targets for now,” Lance says. “At least until we know what you can do and you get used to the basics. And…what can you do? I’ve never seen this thing in action.” “I guess a demonstration is in order, then,” Ryou says. He concentrates on lighting up—it’s becoming more and more second nature, with practice. It still fills him with a little thrill of excitement to watch the leaf-vein pale green patterns crawl up from his fingertips to his elbow, and to watch the pale green energy start to coalesce in his fist as the weapon charges. Even now, quintents later, it’s still exhilarating to feel and to watch.   After a few ticks he’s pretty sure the weapon is done charging, and he releases that energy and fires a blast at the far wall, where the holographic targets are set up. He misses the target by a little less than a foot, and the blast disintegrates against the reinforced far wall of the training deck. “Wow,” Lance says. “That’s pretty cool! That thing packs a lot of power. That’s more like a small cannon blast than a rifle.” “I can reduce the amount of charge in it too,” Ryou says. “Make it a little less powerful, if needed.”   “We’ll have to practice that,” Lance says. “But that’s also a pretty big blast. The size of your fist at least. That’s more like Hunk’s bayard. Can you reduce the size of it? Like…” He gestures, putting his right fist in his left palm, and pointing it like a gun. “Pow, pow, pow!” “I hadn’t thought of that,” Ryou admits, giving it a try.   Firing with just one finger is difficult—it can’t gather much power by itself, so pointing at the targets in the distance and shooting creates a thin beam of pale green that barely makes an impact. It might work for distraction, but not much else. Two fingers works better. He can concentrate enough energy to make a reasonable impact in a target, assuming he ever hits one, and it will offer more accuracy and less blatant destruction in a combat situation. “Not bad!” Lance says. “Now that’s more up my alley. You’re still shooting wide, though—everything is tracking left so far. You should use your left hand to stabilize the shots. I guess you don’t have to really worry about a bad trigger pull putting your shot out of alignment, but the extra stability will help keep your shots clustered better.” “Alright,” Ryou agrees, and gives that a try too. It really does help, regardless of if he uses what Lance is already referring to as either ‘rifle’ form or ‘cannon’ form, and he’s able to at least nick the edges of the targets. “Still overestimating,” Lance muses thoughtfully, watching the shots. Ryou is impressed, actually; Lance looks confident and serious, with most of his goofiness and bravado having vanished. He knows what he’s doing and he’s doing it well, and not bothering to try and play it up for show. This, Ryou muses, is probably what Lance really is, underneath all the bluster and the confidence issues. “How do we fix that?” Ryou asks, encouraging. Lance glances back and forth between the targets and Ryou, thinking. “Stance,” he says finally, demonstrating. “Just to start. Relax your shoulders a little. Reposition your feet more like this. Keep your arms extended but not locked. You can face forward like this, or sideways like this, but either way it should be solid.” Ryou imitates, and Lance nods approvingly. “We also need to figure out aiming for this thing,” Lance says, pointing at the had. “It’s not like using an actual firearm…even if it is a literal firearm.”   “That was also terrible, and not even original,” Ryou complains. “You did that already.”   “Hey, who’s teaching who, here?” Lance says, arms crossed, before getting back to work. “You don’t have sights, so we’re going to have to figure out the right angle and level for a good shot, and then get your muscle memory and your brain used to it. Your shots have been a little low. Raise it just a little bit.” He adjusts Ryou’s wrist carefully, and nudges it just a hair to the right. “Okay. Try that.” Ryou does. The shot burns cleanly through the holographic target in the second ring. Lance whoops. “Nice! You hit it!”   “Still not completely,” Ryou says, adjusting his aim just a little. He shoots again with two fingers. This time it strikes cleanly, dead center.   Lance cheers again. “You’re already turning into a sharpshooter,” he says, grinning.   “That was only because you did most of the targeting for me,” Ryou admits. Lance has an impressive aptitude for spacial awareness when it comes to this sort of thing. He doesn’t have Keith’s instinctive skills for knowing how to move and when in high-stakes flight with split-second timing, but Ryou is already starting to realize that Lance’s spacial skills excel on a different level. Lance can estimate distance and angle and calculate aim and trajectory impressively quickly, even when it’s not his weapon, and he appears to be doing that almost entirely by instinct. Lance shrugs. “It just takes practice. Try it again—see if you can find the angle yourself, now that you know around where your hand should be and you have a better idea of how it aims.” Ryou nods, and gives it a shot. Literally. Damn, he’s going to get as bad as Lance if this keeps up. They spend the next two vargas practicing. Lance helps Ryou master the basics of the stance and get used to estimating distance and aiming. He teaches him some breathing tricks, to help with not throwing off the shots, and Ryou learns to incorporate those quickly. Sometimes Lance demonstrates with his own bayard, summoning it to blast several of the targets in neat clusters, highlighted blue by the holographic displays. Whenever he does, he doesn’t use his sights.   “They’re really useful, don’t get me wrong,” Lance says. “And I use them a lot in actual missions, but I think it’s really important to understand the limits and basics of your rifle without them too. If somebody’s in trouble I might not have time to actually line up a shot. I have to just take it, y’know? So I have to know how to do that and know where I’m aiming.” That’s fair, Ryou admits. And also encouraging. It means teaching himself to shoot with a prosthetic is feasible, if he can just get the muscle memory down. And after two vargas he does feel like he’s starting to get the hang of it. He can always hit the targets now, at least, although the shots still tend to cluster towards the outer edges of the rings, rather than the center. He gets closer to bull’s eyes as time progresses, and manages to nail a few even on his own. He learns to estimate the distances better and vary the power of his shots to hit things, and gets better at identifying when to use the ‘cannon’ form versus the ‘rifle’ form. Aiming and stabilizing gets more comfortable, as does finding the right angle and height to shoot from. “You’re doing great,” Lance says. “You’re already better than Keith. He can’t hit the broad side of a barn.” Ryou raises an eyebrow. “Really?”   “He’s awful,” Lance says, almost cheerfully. “Did you know when he attacked Zarkon’s command he only hit like, once for every four shots?”   “I didn’t,” Ryou says, although that’s not terribly surprising. Shiro had been pretty preoccupied at the time, and he never had been given an opportunity to discuss that battle after, on account of the whole ‘being teleported to the far side of the universe and being captured in his own head’ debacle. “Well, you’re doing good,” Lance says. “I think if you practice every day you’ll get the hang of basic shooting. You’re already figuring out your aim pretty well, you just need to get the muscle memory down. And when you’ve got that, I can start showing you how to hit moving targets, or to hit things while you’re moving. And some other tricks, too, for using the surrounding area to your advantage while shooting. I bet I could teach you some sniping, too—that’s always useful. Shiro keeps saying he wishes he had more people to play a support role in combat like that.”   “Those all sound great,” Ryou says. “But for now, I think I need a break.” He’s only been standing still for a few hours and shooting, but he’s exhausted. He’s been doing very well in his failsafe recovery, putting on more weight and muscle and building up his endurance, but he still has a ways to go. He probably shouldn’t push himself too hard—not if he wants to be back in the field any time soon.   “Oh…oh, right, of course!” Lance says. He looks like he’d forgotten Ryou had even been sick. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have made you practice for so long, I didn’t even think. Ugh. Teaching is hard.” “You didn’t do as badly as you think, and you didn’t force me to do anything,” Ryou says, vaguely amused.    “Maybe,” Lance says, as he hurries over to grab a couple of water packs from the dispenser in the corner, “But I definitely don’t want Shiro to yell at me about overworking you or anything.”   Less hero worship there, Ryou thinks with an internal chuckle. Outwardly, he nods in thanks as he accepts his water pack, and says, “Yeah, he’s been…watchful, lately.”   Lance sticks the straw in his water pack. “Yeah. But even with that, you’ll be a sharpshooter in no time.”   “Thanks, Lance,” Ryou says. “I really do appreciate it.”    Lance grins. “No problem! We can set up more lessons like this, if you want. There’s lots of stuff I can show you, and it’ll be awesome to have another ranged person on the team.” He seems excited at the prospect of being able to teach someone anything, now that they’ve gotten over the ‘Shiro-ish’ hurdle.    “I won’t say no to that.” There’s precious little else Ryou can really do at the moment. He won’t be going on missions for another feeb or two at least. He still has to focus on recovery, but when the others aren’t on missions, he can practice, too. “Great! Just let me know when.”    “You got it.” And then, curious, he asks, “Who taught you how to shoot? If you don’t mind my asking.”   Lance grins again. “Would you believe my sister?” “Oh?”   “Yeah. She’s Garrison, too. I don’t know if you’d remember her. I’m not even sure if Shiro ever met her. She’s pretty good with firearms, though. Taught me everything she knew when she heard I was thinking about joining, too.” He looks a little wistful at the very end, so Ryou says, “I’m sure she’d be real proud of you, putting all your skills to use like this. You’ve done a great job supporting everyone, both with that bayard and without.”   Lance smiles. “Thanks, Ryou.”   They finish off their water, and Ryou rolls his shoulders, trying to work some of the stiffness out of them after a few hours of standing and aiming. “You should probably check in with the others,” Ryou says. “And I’ll probably swing by and see if Hunk will let me help with dinner at all. But I’ll definitely be back tomorrow to give this a try again.”   “Alright,” Lance agrees. “Good luck, and let me know when you want to do more practice stuff.” He brightens. “Maybe you can even get me out of group training?”   “Don’t push your luck, Lance,” Ryou says, amused. “But I’ll see what I can do,” he adds, at Lance’s crestfallen expression. “Yes! Great! Thanks!” Lance grins as he heads out the door.   Ryou smiles a little, and then glances down at his Olkari fist. He’s not there yet—he’s still got a lot of practice and a lot of recovery left to go. But by the time he gets there, he’s going to be ready for anything.

#Velkynkarma writes #Parallel by Proxy #Ryou #Kuron #Lance #Shiro #I don't know anything about firearms #I spent hours researching this and I could probably still be wrong #my google history must be interesting by now #I'm a writer not a murderer I swear #Voltron

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brittysaucefanfic · 6 years ago

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Acting is Easy, Loving is Harder

Summary:

A new live action sci-fi/ fantasy show has been cast, Voltron.

Included in the cast is the famous actresses Allura and Pidge, the famous actors Takashi ‘Shiro’ Shirogane and Keith Kogane, the famous chef Hunk Garrett, and the famous music artist Lance McClain. Throwing these five A-list celebrities onto one show can only come to one of three things. Beautiful Chaos, Painful Chaos, or Both.

Throw in a romance, and a bad first meeting for some(two), and now you just spell out trouble.

Part 1

(Next)(AU)(AO3)

VOLTRON CHAT ROOM

anon1: Did you guys hear about the cast for Voltron!?

anon2: Uh duh!!! Allura, my queen, is in THE HOUSE BABY!

anon3: What about that mysterious guy, Keith? He’s so hot!

anon1: Nah, Lance is where the money is at!

anon4: Do you think they’ll really show LGBT rep???

anon2: God I hope so! Coran hasn’t let us down yet!

anon3: Not to mention half the cast is somewhere on the LGBTQ+ spectrum.

anon1: Like our favorite soldier Shiro! I can’t wait to see the show!

anon4: Gah can you imagine!??? Allura, Pidge and Lance in one show!!!!!?????? The sheer feminine power in one place, I’m

anon2: You know you put Lance in that group too right?

anon4: Tell me you can’t take one look at McClain and NOT see absolute female power?

anon2: You right tho

~~~~

INTERVIEW EXCERPT

Interviewer: Voltron has taken over social media, and the cast has only just been announced! I’m here today with one of said cast members. Welcome Lance!

Lance: Thanks, glad to be here.

Interviewer: Is there anything you can reveal to us about the show?

Lance: *chuckles* Sorry darling, my lips are sealed on that front.

Interviewer: Oh surely there must be something you can share? How about one of the most posed questions in the media? Will there truly be LGBT representation?

Lance: I can’t say much, but as far as we know for the time being, there will be a side romance for sure.

Interviewer: How about your costars? How do you feel about working with so many powerful stars?

Lance: I’m excited, I think we all are. Hunk and I know each other already, and I practically worship Shiro and Allura. I haven’t had the chance to meet Pidge or Keith, and I met Coran once, at auditions, but I have a good feeling about this show.

~~~~

Lance is in his element, soaking up the love of his fans.

Ever since the cast reveal, his popularity had skyrocketed. It's now the last show of his world tour, and then he's off to the set to start filming. Technically, the filming started two weeks ago, but he worked things out with Coran, his cast director. The others are only shooting scenes Lance isn't in, or are unimportant.

Lance smiles to the mirror.

He's really made it. No more will he be struggling to get by on his music doing covers and party performances. He's hit the big time, even getting to do his own world tour! And at every concert, his crowds just keep getting bigger and bigger.

He just has to do one last show.

Lance is pumped, ready to make this the best concert ever. He's going all in on this one, and he owes all of his help to his manager, Plaxum. Weird name, yes, but she's good at what she does. Lance checks his outfit one last time as he tries to settle his nerves.

His eyes are done with a dramatic eyeliner, and he’s dressed in a fancy metallic suit jacket, blue with silver stars sparkling across the fabric. His shirt is a simple black button up, with the top three buttons open and loose. His pants are just a simple pair of black skinny jeans, the stretchy kind.

Lance dances out his nerves, stretching his body and getting his heart pumping. He’ll be doing a lot of dancing and moving tonight, because he wanted this show to be perfect. Don’t want to pull a muscle.

There’s a knock at the door, and with a rush of chaos, he’s on the platform that’ll raise him to the stage. They give him a pair of earplugs and a wireless microphone, then Plaxum squeezes between the stage hands to pat him on the back and wish him luck. He barely hears it over the roar of the crowd, and they aren’t even screaming yet.

With one last thumbs up, the above lights shut off.

Lance stands into his beginning pose, his back to the crowd and head up. His shoulders roll back naturally and his feet spread apart to stabilize him. The lights above ease back on as his band starts with his first song, something upbeat and slightly repetitive.

The roar of the crowd turns into a deafening scream and Lance eases in his second earpiece with a smile.

The first song goes off without a hitch, and his adrenaline is pumping. His lips ache from how much he’s smiling as he takes a moment to address the crowd before song number two. It’s a full set for him, eighteen songs with two encores planned. His voice is sure to be wrecked on his way to the Voltron set.

He does four songs in a row after song two, and with each one the crowd screams louder at him.

He pauses to talk some and get his breath back. And get some water, because the stage is burning up from all the lights. He catches sight of himself on one of the big screens and he almost winces at his sweaty face. His eyeliner is still on point though, thank God.

“Thank you guys! Wow! There’s so many people here, it’s crazy!” Lance says, giving a little squeal for the crowd, who are screaming right back at him. He runs a hand through his hair, smiling as he waves at the fans. He reads out a few posters, and laughs as he sees one that calls him ‘daddy’, his face red. When his breath is back to normal, he starts singing once more.

It’s crazy.

The crowd is huge, bigger than he’s ever seen at his own concerts. He does a slow song and the darkness beyond the stage lights up like the night sky. It’s breathtaking really, exhilarating. Who knew he would be here, with such a big turn out? Who knew those grueling years trying hard just find a gig at a sleazy bar would bring him here? Who knew he would be so famous? He stops to talk again after song eleven.

“You guys have been wonderful! This next song, it hits home for me, so forgive me if my voice breaks. When it came out, it helped me through my bisexual crises-” He’s cut off by another roaring scream and he laughs. “Hell yeah! Power to the gays! Anyways, it helped me in my rough times, so I hope it helps you too. I know it’s hard to accept yourself sometimes, but I’m here for you all.” And then he starts singing This is Me from The Greatest Showman.

He throws everything into it.

Lance starts out the song soft, soulful, his eyes closed as the words seem to rip themselves from his very core, standing still for the first time since he started the concert. Then on the first chorus he starts gliding slowly forward to the end of the stage. When the second verse starts, he freezes again, one hand gripping his shirt tight.

His backup dancers, who have all been standing in various crouched poses, like they’re in critical pain, stand up and starts doing the exact dance from the show. Lance backs up as the chorus starts again and joins them, dancing with harsh enthusiasm. He and the dancers do the entire routine, and then when the beat drops after ‘I make no apologies’ he launches himself off the stage in a frontflip.

Plaxum hated that part in rehearsals.

He starts dancing the routine through the crowd, who are all screaming in his face and reaching out to touch him. He kisses the hand of a pretty girl before starting in on the bridge.

He makes it back to the stage when the music stops, hopping up with the help of a backup dancer. The rest are all frozen, reaching for the ground in a high crouch. Lance walks through them as he sings the slow part, his voice cracking on ‘this is brave��. When the first beat drops his dancers hit their knees, and when the music starts they all stand and throw their arms out like they’re going to embrace someone, Lance whipping around to match them.

They finish the song with a proverbial bang as the lights go out.

He does two more of his own songs, then does an onstage costume change while the lights are out. He changes into a sparkly blue tank top, with knee high leather boots and a fedora. It’s a small relief on his skin to change.

When the lights go up again, he lets the crowd do their screaming. Then jumps into a cover of Shakira’s She-Wolf, changing all the female pronouns to male, and making the cover extremely gay. The fans went wild when he showed the world he had Shakira’s hips.

On his last song, before the encores, he trips.

Lance rolls with it, literally, using the forward momentum to go into a roll and then pops back up on his feet. All without missing a single beat or lyric. After the song he talks to the fans.

“Did anyone see me trip? No? Good let’s keep it that way, because it didn’t happen. Whatsoever.” Lance says and the entire crowd erupts into a roar of laughter. Lance smiles as he thanks the fans for coming to see him. When the lights go out, he does another quick on stage costume change. He forgoes a shirt all together.

He also kicks off his shoes, and just does his last two songs barefoot and shirtless.

In other words, his concert was amazing. Plus, he’s trending on twitter, with a very nice picture of him mid song of an encore. He’s barely clothed, in nothing but a pair of tight skinny jeans, and a fedora. Right before he walks off stage he thanks the fans one last time and then tells them to look out for him in a new show called Voltron.

******

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ao3-feedshance · 6 years ago

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Kinktober 2018

by TheRealJadpeanut

Collection of stories I wrote from this years prompts.

Words: 8740, Chapters: 13/31, Language: English

Fandoms: OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes, Naruto, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Teen Titans (Animated Series), Voltron: Legendary Defender, Original Work, The Loud House (Cartoon), Avatar: Legend of Korra, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Super Mario & Related Fandoms, Danny Phantom, Steven Universe (Cartoon), Gravity Falls

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Enid (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes), Red Action (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes), Aang (Avatar), Naruto Uzumaki, Zuko, Beast Boy, grafield logan, Raven, Rachel Roth, Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Raven (DCU), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Lola Loud, Korra, Asami Sato, Link (Legend of Zelda), Bowsette, Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, Buck Dewey, Sour Cream (Steven Universe), Jenny Pizza, Steven Universe, Dipper Pines

Relationships: Enid/Red Action (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes), Haruno Sakura/Uzumaki Naruto, Aang/Zuko (Avatar), Garfield Logan/Raven, Beast Boy/Raven, rachel roth/garfield logan, Hunk & Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance/Shiro (Voltron), lola loud/oc, Korra/Asami Sato, link/bowsette, Danny Fenton/Tucker Foley, Buck Dewey/Jenny Pizza/Sour Cream, Dipper Pines/Steven Universe

Additional Tags: Yuri, Lesbian, Gay, Kinktober 2018, NaruSaku - Freeform, Medical Play, Bondage, Femdom, BDSM, Prostate Massage, AtLA, Zukaang - Freeform, bbrae - Freeform, Aged Up, Spanking, hidge, feederism, shance, Daddy Kink, Monster Girls, trans woman, Massage, Happy Ending, Muscle Worship, muscle fetish, Muscle Kink, Micro, macro, Crossdressing, Yaoi, Rimming, rimjob, Rim job, Analingus, Weight Gain

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/16350473

#IFTTT #Shance #Shiro #Lance #VLD #Voltron #Ao3 #ao3feed #fic #fanfic

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ridleytheknight · 7 years ago

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Mafia’s Son Part 8

Breathing, as easy as it sounds, isn’t always easy.

His lungs are constricted and heavy as he leans on the balls of his feet. His limbs move simply, in practiced movements as he circled the tan brunette. His dark hair laid across his shoulders in sweaty strands.

He looked so healthy and vibrant. Lance’s legs moved with a graceful fluidity as they circled each other. Lance’s chest rose and fell strongly, barely panting as he recovered from their last round of sparring. Yet, it didn’t quell the desperation. The images of Lance bloody and broken, that gorgeous body with stuttering and shallow breaths. Spasming as his systems began to fail. The way his blue eyes fell into the back of his head.

Keith choked, but gritted his teeth, choosing to lunge at Lance quickly, his body doing to the motions as his mind and heart raced in completely opposite directions. He didn’t want to fight Lance, even sparring. Not when the image of Lance nearly lifeless still danced behind his eyelids. But Keith was shit at communication. How do you say that you don’t want to let someone out of your sight?

‘Hey, you kinda scared me and I kinda like you, so I just want to basically hold on to you and not let go, for days, because you terrified me and I really wanna know you’re not dead and having your mouth on mine would be really nice. Or you kissing my boyfriend would be cool too, preferably where I can watch.’

Yeah, no.

Lance parried and countered with a few quick steps. But it wasn’t quick enough. A Galra would have him in an instant, a Galra could take him again in just an instant. And Keith would be too slow again. They couldn’t both be too slow. Lance always had those high sniper positions, nearly a mile away from them if they got the chance to do actual recon. Surprise attacks were worse though. Even if Lance was closer. Because Lance was always at the back of the group, chatting with the locals. Fluttering like a social butterfly and lighting up the room.

Also, the easiest to corner and target.

Lure away to a place where Keith would never see him again.

Keith shot a fist out, and Lance let out a grunt when it hit his lower stomach. But besides that he went with the hit and used it for momentum to lash a kick out. The dark haired male grabbed it easily. But it had been quicker than when they had started. Lance was tiring, and running more on instinct. Keith could see it. But instinct wouldn’t always save him. Improving like Lance was great.

But improving didn’t settle the screaming in his head that Lance would leave him.

Just like everyone else.

Another second and next thing Keith knew Lance was pinned beneath him. Panting with a dark flush on his cheeks, Keith’s hand on his chest right next to his neck. Blue eyes looking up at him tiredly, before Lance head falls back to the ground. He was so pretty.

“Alright, I got it. I suck.” Lance pushed at his chest, breaking Keith out of his thoughts as he moved off Lance and to the side. A bubble was in his chest, threatening to burst as Lance got up onto his feet, eyes narrowed and body swaying with fatigue. He’d taken it too far again. He could see it in the drag of Lance’s body. But, Lance needed to get better. Keith needed to be better. “I’m going to shower, I’m tired, a walking bruise and I smell absolutely disgusting.” And Lance was gone in a blink, leaving Keith still on the ground lost in thoughts.

Why did he always fuck up the things he loved most?

Keith let his head fall into his hands, sweat was sticky on his skin and clothes, but he barely paid any attention to it as he stumbled to his feet. His own body was thrumming with lost adrenaline and exhaustion. Nearly shaking. Keith let out a shuddering breath. He didn’t want to lose another one.

He didn’t want to lose anything else.

Especially not because of his own actions.

His feet moved before his head did, already processing any socially acceptable way to apologize to the blue paladin. Anything he came up with sounded so fake, so rehearsed. Keith cursed himself as he continued speed walking to the nearest shower room. Why couldn’t Shiro be here? Shiro was the one that was good with words, not him.

What if he didn’t think about it? Lance was always telling him to be looser and more relaxed. This could be a good way to start, if he sounded like a bumbling idiot? Lance would at least get a laugh out of it he guessed.

The sound of his footsteps got louder as he hit the tiled flooring of the shower room. The clicking of his soles was almost painfully loud as Keith barged into the shower room, the start of apologies just on the tip of his tongue before his mouth went bone dry and his eyes nearly fell out of his head.

Dear heaven, there is a god.

And wash board abs.

Lance’s back was too him and a pair of boxers were hanging low on his hips, just on the curve of sharp hip bones as his body angled so Keith could perfectly see the way his muscles stretched and climbed around his abs and hips to the strong and broad shoulders on Lance’s body. Scars and little wounds dotted Lance’s tan skin nearly everywhere, marring the gorgeous canvas of Lance’s flesh in a scarily sexy way.

And dear god he had a tattoo.

Right on the place where Lance’s rib cage peeked out from under his chest was where the black ink curved beautifully on Lance’s figure. Keith could feel the thrumming of his heart, the carving to count out every groove and muscle on Lance’s body, to worship each toned part and scar with his lips and his tongue. To drop on his knees and god damn pray. ‘Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,’ with tallies lining up Lance’s rib cage like little markers. Keith was stepping closer before he could even realize it, making Lance look over his shoulder at him. Surprise painting those blue eyes before a cocky grin lit up his face.

“What? Speechless? Some people aren’t meant to have clear skin I guess…” Lance tilted his head, grin still on those perfect lips. God, it had to be illegal, this gorgeous boy had to have witch craft or something of that. There was no way this heaven sent boy was even remotely human. Lance ran a hand down his body, and Keith watched it like his life depended on it. “Sorry for the view though, not everyone gets blessed with flawless human skin, as pretty skin as mine is anyway. You got flawless and the alien thing working for you though. That’s cool as hell.”

The dark haired boy felt it in the air, the waver of anxiety, the subtle nervous tilt in Lance’s body. Keith felt a glimmer of anger. All of that self-deprecation? He was nipping it in the bud, it didn’t have a place here. Or anywhere in Lance’s head. Hell. No.

“You’re nuts if you’re not calling your body perfect. It’s fucking flawless.” Lance’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline, but Keith kept going, moving forward and grabbing Lance’s hips. Holding him still, not letting him run away before he was done knocking some sense into that gorgeous boy’s thick skull. “Have you seen your abs? I would die for abs like that, your scars are sexy as all hell to. Like stories and memories on your skin. I would kill to know even just one of them.” Lance looked away from him, a start of red flushing at his ears and the base of his neck.

“You could ask you know.” Keith’s breath caught in his throat as Lance’s hands moved to his own hands, guiding them up to feel the ridges of thickened scar tissue. Keith’s fingers curled to a nasty knife wound, dug deep into Lance’s side, the skin was white and faded with age, a stark contrast to the puckered pink scars from Lance’s recent injuries.

“What’s this one.” Lance chuckled, his hands on Keith’s forearms for balance as their bodies nearly brushed against each other with each breath.

“I didn’t tie him down well enough. In my defense, he was squirming way too much for someone with three bullets in his stomach. My sister took care of him for that one though. She was so pissed.” Keith let out a small chuckle.

“I would be pissed to, but why were you?”

“Tying up a dying man? It was for my dad, early birthday present. He ran a rival gang that honestly just a plain mess. We were getting sick of them honestly. Had to show them which family was really in charge.”

“You act like fighting gangsters is a normal thing.”

“… How would you react if I said my family was a mafia?” Keith looked up from his exploration of Lance’s body, the expression was relaxed and almost joking, but Keith could see it, the tightening in his muscles, coiled, the shreds of anxiety in those ocean blue eyes. The fear of rejection. When Keith honestly didn’t care either way.

“I would say that makes at least a little sense. And that you better own at least one pair of brass knuckles or you have failed as a stereotypical mobster.” Lance laugh, low and melodically, warm laugh for even warmer skin underneath Lance’s hands.

“I’m sorry, but I am the son of a mafia family, not a hallmark gangster movie, I’m sorry if I’m disappointing you like that.”

“You’re totally letting me down. But you can make up for that.”

“How may I atone this grievous fault?” Lance’s teasing smirk was wiped off his face in almost seconds as Keith grabbed a towel and looped it around Lance’s waist and moved backward. Tugging Lance along with him out of the shower rooms. Luckily, Lance stayed silent as Keith almost giddily dragged him along.

Did Shiro know about…? This? Shiro had never mentioned it during Keith aggravated, pining fueled venting. They’d never even mentioned anything like it when they fantasized about their crush. Maybe Shiro was staying quiet for Lance to tell Keith on his own? Or maybe Keith is the only one Lance has told yet. Keith shook the thoughts from his head. It didn’t matter right now.

Right now, Keith was a man on a mission.

That mission was to force comfort and love on a stupid, insecure boy.

Lance cried out when Keith shoved Lance into his room and onto the bed, closing the door firmly and not giving Lance any time before Keith was laying on top of Lance, not unlike their previous sparring session, but also, not quite. Surprisingly, Keith found that a firm and warm chest made a great pillow. Even when they were squirming and stuttering.

“Keith, Keith, you have a boyfriend, this is… just… Keith I have my own bed.” Keith clapped a hand over Lance’s mouth.

“Pillows don’t talk.”

“But-“

“Shush.” Keith’s limbs tightened around Lance firmly and Keith bit his lip. He didn’t want Lance to leave. But he also didn’t want to keep him here if Lance didn’t want him. Keith’s arms moved to let go until Lance released a soft sigh and wrapping his arms around Keith too. Not minding the sweaty training outfit as he squirmed to a more comfortable position, and Keith finally breathed easy. Lance breathing just breath him. Whole. Together.

Keith closed his eyes with a sigh.

This, was exactly what he’d needed.

#keith (voltron)#shiro/lance/keith #Lance #langst #mafia's son #starling archive

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