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unknownwriting · 4 years

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I love your blog, so if you don't mind can I request a one shot with monkey d luffy x female reader where the reader has a habit of giving luffy butterfly kisses. I'm dying for lots of fluff. Thank you!

Butterfly kisses

Summary- ^^ requested

Character(s)- Monkey D. Luffy

Warnings- none :)

Word count- 1.9k

Notes- butterfly kisses are literally the cutest thing in the whole world 🥺💕 I got a big carried away, this was honestly so cute to write, I hope you enjoy. Also happy Valentine’s Day

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Butterfly kissed- soft kisses made from fluttering one's lashes against their lover's skin. An innocent act yet one filled with so much passion. The perfect kissed for (Y/n) and her captain, Luffy, to share. A soft and airy kiss making their relationship all the better. Ever since their relationship had started a while ago, (Y/n) continued to pamper Luffy with those kisses to this day. At first, the kisses were occasional, only happening when they split up to explore an island or after Luffy got into a fight. However, throughout their relationship, the kisses began to grow more frequent. Every night before they go to bed when they wake up, and whenever the 2 leave each other sides.

Although Luffy doesn’t think too much of the gentle kisses, they mean so much to (Y/n). Those simple kisses represent so much between the 2. The kisses show that the 2 of them have a very unique way of showing their love. And even though those kisses mean so much to her, and probably mean the same to Luffy, she couldn’t help that little voice that echoed in the back of her head.

What if Luffy’s getting tired of the kisses?

It was a pointless thing to worry about. It really was but that didn’t stop (Y/n). She continued to think about it, letting it consume her thoughts.

Letting out a small groan, (Y/n) learned over the railing and watched the dolphins swimming in the wake of Sunny. She didn’t mean to get the attention of the others seeing how her worrying is pointless, however, her groan seemed to grab the attention of the crew's archeologist. At least she was lucky to catch her attention and not someone else's, Robin seems like she would know a bit about the topic.

"Are you alright, (Y/n)? You seem a bit upset." Robin questioned taking a spot next to her side. Even if it was going to be easy to tell Robin, (Y/n) thought about it for a moment. With (Y/n) already knowing the answer, she decided to tell Robin anyways, just so she can have someone tell her that she was just overthinking things.

"I...I'm not sure Luffy likes my kisses anymore. I'm probably overthinking things, but it seems like he's bored of them." (Y/n) signed, leaning up from the rail and looking over at her older friend.

"What makes you say that?" Robin wondered.

"Because that's the only kiss I give him, and he never kisses back. So you can't blame me for thinking that." (Y/n) explained, unknowingly grabbing the attention of the crew's moss head too, "But I thought he always preferred those kisses."

"Jeez, you are overthinking it." Zoro blurted out joining (Y/n) at her other side. Jumping a bit, and earning a small giggle from Robin, (Y/n) looked over at him.

"Zoro?"

"Luffy's the easiest guy to even date. Always speaking his mind, doing what he wants when he wants it." Zoro pointed out, and (Y/n) knew every single one of those to be true. Luffy always tells (Y/n) what he likes and what he doesn't without a 2nd thought.

"Zoro is right. Overthinking things with Luffy is pointless. If he doesn't like them he would've told you. Luffy's simple-minded like that." Robin agreed. (Y/n) knew she was also right, she knows she could go right up to Luffy and ask whether or not he likes the kisses but she doesn't want to do that. She doesn't want it to be that simple.

"Ugh, I know but I don't want it to be that simple. Sometimes I want something to happen." (Y/n) exclaimed throwing her hands into the air, "Everything is so easy with him, which I don't mind but sometimes because things are so easy with him I can't help but overthink things. Like I'm doing something wrong or something."

Now Zoro and Robin could understand that too. Because Luffy is so easy he's just as complex. A curse disguised as a blessing.

"The 2 of you are on night watch tonight, right?" Zoro asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Then ask him then. It'll just be the 2 of you so you can have his full attention." Zoro has suggested before watching off again, probably to find someplace to sleep. As he walked away, his suggestion began to sink in. It was a pretty good idea, It just might help later tonight.

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Later that night, while everyone else was sleeping or getting ready for bed, (Y/n) and Luffy both stood guard on the deck of Sunny watching out for any threats. Seeing how nothing ever happens, the 2 of them ended up goofing off, like any other night. They both told each other stories, jokes, and played games. It what the 2 of them would also do when it was their night to stand guard.

"No way. Rayleigh really made you fight those types of monsters?" (Y/n) laughed, listening to Luffy's crazy stories about training over the past 2 years. To (Y/n) the stories sounded so extreme but she knows well enough that it was true. Luffy is inhuman like that.

"Shishishi, yup. At one point I couldn't even eat until I dodged their attacks. It was hard." Luffy whined remembering that time. It was hard but it needed to be done. He needed to get strong for his crew's sake. For (Y/n)‘s sake. It would be a lie to say that Luffy didn't think or worry about (Y/n) during his training. That was one of the things that he missed the most, her warmth and her smile. And not the mention the amazing kisses she gave. He definitely missed those the most. Feeling (Y/n)'s soft lashes brush against his skin in a repeating fashion. When the 2 of them had reunited it was something that (Y/n) didn't hold back either, kissing him every chance they got to make up for all the time apart. However, recently (Y/n) hasn't been giving out the kisses anymore. The thing about Luffy is that he's dense, not clueless so he knows something was wrong with (Y/n) for a while now. As if he also overheard was Zoro said earlier, Luffy decided to bring it up.

"Sheesh. Only you could go through such intense training." (Y/n) giggled as she looked into Luffy's dark brown eyes. Now was going to be the perfect time to bring up the kisses. And she was, wanting to clear up the confusion as quickly as possible. But just as she gathered her thoughts and opened her mouth to say something there was a crash at the back of the ship. The crash echoed for a moment before it when silent again. Both (Y/n) and Luffy turned around to face the sound, waiting to see if anything else was going to happen. When it stayed silent and nothing else happened, (Y/n) was the first one the get up.

"Guess I'll go check out that sound," (Y/n) stated as she began to walk off. Luffy watched with a close eye as she walked. It didn't take Luffy long to realize something was missing. (Y/n) doesn't just walk off like that. She always kisses him before leaving. Before she could get far, Luffy stretched out his arms and wrapped them around her waist, yanking her back and into his lap. A soft yelp let her lips as she soon came into contact with Luffy's chest.

"Huh? Luffy what's wrong-" (Y/n) gasped as she felt his grip about her tighten. With his strong arms pushing her back, (Y/n) was almost able to feel every inch of Luffy's chest against her back. Something like this rarely happened. Luffy was never big on physical contact hence why they stuck to butterfly kisses.

"I'm not letting you go." Luffy cut (Y/n) off, resting his chin on her shoulder. With a blush covering her cheeks, she glanced over at him to try and reasons with him but when she looked she only got Luffy's intense stare back. Now (Y/n) knows he's being serious.

"W-what?" (Y/n) stared down at the grass on the main deck to embarrassed to meet his gaze. She began to play with her fingers as she waited for Luffy to say something. And the waiting was not helping at all, it only made her impatient. Luffy normally doesn't wait like his, he would just speak his mind. While she waited, (Y/n) could still feel his gaze on her at they sat in silence. Finally, with a squeeze from Luffy's arm, she spoke up.

"Because you haven't given me a kiss." Luffy blurted out.

"Huh?" His comment clearly caught (Y/n) off guard. She was not expecting those words to come from his lips. Luffy hummed into her shoulder and nodded.

"You haven't given me a kiss all day..." Luffy trailed off as his face sunk deeper into (Y/n) shoulder. In all honesty, (Y/n) didn't how to react. Luffy rarely acted like this, it came as a total shock. This side of him is completely new but it was cute. Clingy but cute. Glancing back down, this time she noticed that blush that covered the top of his ears. Seems like this side is new for Luffy too.

Staring down at Luffy a bit longer, a small smile crept onto (Y/n)'s lips as a burst of laughter erupted from her throat, "I didn't know you liked them so much."

"Of course I do!! Your kisses are super soft!!" Luffy exclaimed looking up from (Y/n) shoulder. Laughing once more, (Y/n) shimmed her way out of his grasp and turned aground, and faced her blushing captain. Locking eyes with him, (Y/n) placed a hand on her cheek and began to caress them with her thumb.

"Well that's good to know. I was afraid you didn't like them anymore." (Y/n) confessed.

"Why wouldn't I?" Luffy sounded offended at (Y/n)'s comment. Looks like he loved the kisses as much as (Y/n) loves giving them, "(Y/n) kisses are the best. As good as meat."

"...Luffy don't compare me to meat." (Y/n) let out a small scoff at his comparison. As weird as it sounded, it meant a lot to her. In Luffy's eyes, nothing beats meat.

"What? Meats amazing."

"I know, but that's not really the best thing to say to a girl." (Y/n) scoffed leaning into his flustered cheek, and began to flutter her eyelashes. He probably didn't mean to, but a small hummed left his lips in response. With that reps once in mind, (Y/n) went to his other cheek and give him another kiss, then his nose, then his forehead.

"Shishi, You're kissing me a lot."

"Of course. It only fair because I didn't kiss you at all today." (Y/n) smiled, placing one more kissing on his cheek. With all the kisses done, she leaned back and stared into Luffy's smile. It was relieving to know that Luffy enjoyed the kisses too. Now (y/n) won't have to overthink the kisses again. With his hands still around her waist, he hugged her again and sunk his face into the neck, as if to say thank you. And of course, (Y/n) hugged back. Luffy also knows that her hugs are just amazing as she kissed, so warm and full of love. It would be easy for them to of them to get stay like this forever but (Y/n) still has to go check out that sound.

Shifting around a bit in his grasp, (Y/n) spoke up, "hey, Luffy I still need to go check out that sou-"

"No, I want you to stay here." Luffy lurked out again, squeezing (Y/n) tightly again. She stared down at him again. His childish and clingy behavior is kicking in, there's no leaving him now.

With a quiet giggle, (Y/n) nodded and hugged him again. She'll just have to check out the sound later. Right now there doesn't seem to be any reasons or way to leave the comfort of Luffy's hug.

#monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #oneshot #unknownwriting💕

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hiimsociallyawkward · 4 years

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the wicked day

hey guys. i'm back with my random and annoying merlin thoughts. i should be studying for my bio quiz, but yk- i don't want to :,) love you @lady-ofmagic-andstars✨enjoy✨

literally every time i'm going watching i'm going to comment on john hurt that says young man instead of young boy

it's so subtle but wow. thanks i didn't need to be hurt so early on in the episode

i know i know i'm basically a child but this is so exciting

merlin is so cute

aw no not arthur being pouty abt his big birthday

I LOVE THE 'i heard that' thing so much. i love it i love it

off topic, but i love knife throwing. i've always thought that if i had to choose a weapon that's not a gun, i'd choose knifes. swords? maces? crossbows? sure. but knives?? that's where it's really at

i love arthur not wanting to overburden their citizens

ok uther? i hate him

but here? i love him

he's a good dad here. remembering arthur's birthday? that's so sweet. uther in season 4 is the only time i semi like him

AW ARTHUR AND UTHER AT DINNER

i love them

off topic but i like that arthur is wearing his 'every day' clothes, jacket and a tunic under his cape. that's it. the knights are all wearing his garb but arthur is just wearing his 'regular clothes'

hehe gwen being nervous about arthur being on the wheel is so sweet

idk why but i always get nervous at that last knife.

like of COURSe i know he's not going to get hit but it's scary.

the 'not wearing any trousers' thing omg. bbc really decided to do that

i wish we had more of this parental dynamic of arthur and uther

dam alright arthur. being out of it but still being in it enough to see the guy in the reflection? i stan

SKLFJASLDFJA uther fighting to protect arthur

literally me through his whole scene going 'oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez' on repeat.

so off topic but i kind of like the hairstyle they have for most of the guys in this show?? idk is that weird

oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez uther dying

like, i HATe him. i've been waiting for this since season 1 but this scene makes me sad

ok i don't remember the last episode of merlin so i forget what arthur says when he's dying in merlin's arms??

it's something like 'hold me' right? i feel like that has the same energy as 'stay with me' so while i can't exactly say this is sort of parallel, it's sort of parallel?

i mean, ok 1. dying in someone else's arms. 2. dying in the arms of someone you love? romantically, platonically, familial? doesn't matter. both uther and arthur died in the arms of someone they loved. 3. i'm just gonna say 'hold me' and 'stay with me' have the SAME energy, so if no one has called semi-parallels, i'm calling semi-parallels

bradley's single tear

stfu agarvaine. i'm serious. legit everytime he shows up i wanna pow pow pow him

legit. agaravaine needs to get away from morgana.

DO NOT GRAB HER ARM MISTER. LET GO OF HER

I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'RE SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH HER. LET GO OF HER RN

i've said it once and i'll say it again, i love gwen

not to romanticize death or anything but i like candle light vigils.

ok maybe slightly symbolic but probably not? ok actually i think it is, not to toot my own horn but this is also just really straightforward too.

arthur wearing 'street garb' and his 'knight stuff' sort of differentiates between 'arthur' and 'prince arthur'. the scene where merlin and arthur are looking over the vigil and merlin's talking about how there's nothing that can be done, and arthur mentions using magic, i may be off about this but i feel like he's speaking more from prince arthur rather than arthur, uther is my father.

like of course arthur's hurting, everyone knows he's hurting. but idk. i feel like he feels like he's not ready to be king. he needs more time, and he can't be king yet. so therefore, prince arthur is talking about needing to save their king.

gaius and merlin are both right here. idk what else to say.

wow merlin 'you can't stop me' love that

jeez 'maybe this is my chance to change that' little do you know what's happening soon merlin.

oh shoot.

arthur asking merlin if he would use magic to save his father? i'm just thinking back to merlin crying, but not crying over balinor because he couldn't tell arthur, and merlin having to mourn his father in secret. vs. arthur, asking merlin for advice. sharing all his worries and insecurities with gwen. begging gaius to do something more for his father. this just makes me so sad

arthur TRUSTING merlin. with everything. taking merlin's opinion on things and aw

this is dumb but tbh i really like merlin's outfit. like tbh i think i dress in the same sort of style, just ✨modern✨ sadly, no neckerchief for me but i do have a necklace that says 'heather' despite my name being 'ashley'. ily conan gray

ugh. arthur calling merlin a coward but also calling him brave?? you need to pick a side arthur

LMAO ARTHUR STOP THINKING ABOUT WATCHING MERLIN PEE

bruh arthur breaking the vase. it's so dumb but merlin referring to the vase over and over actually makes me chuckle

ok merlin going 'you have come to kill me?' reminds me of another show but i can't remember but i thought i'd put it out here anyways

oh shoot i just realized/remember that uther got stabbed on arthur's birthday. hell of a gift am i right 😭

hehe arthur 'sweeping' with the broom. silly goose

dragoon sounds so vulnerable asking for the right to use magic freely

i love you arthur. this scene, i'm like YES. arthur i love him

i love the saying 'my word'. like, i don't want people to promise me anything anymore. i want them to give me their word.

HAHA THIS IS SO DUMB. MERLIN SAYING 'QUESTIONS. SO MANY QUESTIONS'. I LITERALLY SAY IT WITH THE SHOW EVERY TIME. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME

aw arthur just sitting there with the cup and trying not to break it HAHA he's so sweet. slightly scared after that vase yk what i mean

ok i don't like morgana and everything but that necklace? that's a stroke of genius. yes girl. make up the plan as you go along

frick you agarvaine. do not scare gwen you PERV

jeez agarvainewas SO rude putting that necklace onto uther. like yes, ik you don't like him but STILL. that's just rude

i'm going to start calling people toads now

hehe arthur closing his door and merlin being right there. it's not necessarily a trope but it totally is and i love it

ah yes. merlin and the tavern. i feel like it's been referred to before but it's still funny.

ok ik arthur carrying merlin is there for kicks for the kids but i laughed anyways

apparently i have the humor of a 10 year old

this is really dumb but the scene with arthur and the two guards. i'm just thinking 'how tall are these guards'. ofc ik that the staging/perception could be doing something that might be making arthur look shorter, but my first reaction was 'bradley is 6' just how tall are these guards??'

merlin's speech about magic makes me sad

aw 'i hope, one day, that you'll see me in a different light'

dragoon has the same effect on arthur as merlin does

uther waking up 😭

AW. UTHER'S LITTLE SIGH AND THEN 'ARTHUR' BREAK MY HEART COVEY. BREAK IT A THOUSAND TIMES.

they're both so happy. this makes me so sad now. oh jeez. oh jeez. oh jeez

oh jeez oh jeez merlin's expression. AW merlin gave arthur his word. oh jeez this is very stressful and i'm only watching this

ok obviously. merlin doesn't want to see arthur in pain. but ALSO this was merlin's chance to change things once and for all. and now uther is dead. #no liam just payne

arthur's face post crying. skf;aldjfa;ldk AW

frick you agarvaine. literally die. i can't wait for merlin to kill you

i think this scene is pretty. the light on the left and the dark on the right? ok actually, i'm going to be making an off base comparison now because that's all i do.

i'm remembering this post i saw on here and it was like, arthur uther and morgana in the throne room. in order of the way they sit in the throne room, first it's arthur, uther, and then morgana

well. the really dumb and off base comparison here is the 'light' goodness of arthur and the 'dark' evil of morgana being mirrored in the picture above.

'light', bravery, doing what's right- being on the left. 'dark', evil, power on the right- and arthur in the middle of it, king

like i said, it's a dumb off base comparison, but at least the picture is pretty

oh jeez this scene

my heart breaks for both of them

merlin not being able to form a sentence at first.

😭😭😭😭 arthur please. you're breaking everyone's heart right now

you already knew i had to include this scene

arthur walking in there all alone

oh jeez he's all alone

dumb parallel number 2. arthur walking into the throne room with uther, father and son. merlin and gaius closing the door for arthur- pseudo father and pseudo son.

'he'll never know who i really am'

i want to do a DEH post soon but jeez. the line that hits hardest for me in DEH is 'i never let them see the worst of me. cause what if everyone saw? what if everyone knew? would they like what they saw? or would they hate it too? and jeez that's all i can think about when i think about merlin and his secrets

again. no liam, just payne

asldkfja;sldkfjas dlf merlin waiting for arthur

i have so many feelings

i love the show of affections for his father. you already know that uther wasn't affectionate when arthur was growing up, but still. forehead kiss? i love it

I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO FEEL THAT YOU WERE ALONE. i hate this and love this so much. i'm not saying merlin is completely selfless, because merlin wants magic to be leagalized and arthur is the way to do that. but omg merlin not wanting for arthur to feel like he's alone breaks me

first, merlin being physically alone while waiting for arthur. arthur was technically alone too, but he was with his father

but also, merlin being alone in the sense of his magic. no one knows except for gaius. lancelot knew and then they killed him. merlin is so alone when it comes to his magic, and morgana's enchantment only pushes merlin into his 'magic shell' more. arthur thinks magic is pure evil, and merlin is made of magic. what does that mean would think of arthur. this hurts me so much i'm so sad

friend 😭

arthur asking if he's hungry and them getting breakfast together

ok this sound track

pendragon red. i actually stan

gwen wearing a purple dress?? color symbolism?? nah i'm over thinking

ASIFA;SDLFJAD HE'S KING OF CAMELOT

IT'S LIKE I WANT TO CRY BECAUSE I'M SO PROUD RIGHT NOW.

oh jeez oh jeez.

and merlin saying 'long live the king' at the end of the episode?

chills

Anyways! I’ll be back next week to rant more about aithusa so I’ll see you then! thanks I love you bye

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 6 years

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September Song (2/3)

I’m sorry @kitten-wrath that this took so long, but I do hope you like it. @hoodoo12 @xerxezra thanks for brainstorming with me. Also, Ice Cream Rick belongs @porkchop-ao3. References to the flowers can be found here (The Language Of Flowers) and pizza rolls here (Sick Day)

Also, special thanks go to @her-victori for reading a majority of my fics in a short span of time. You Rock! As well to random anons who leave me sweet words in my ask box.

If you haven't read the first part of this fic then here's the link. (Read Part1 Here)

In this fic the reader tries to be more reserved and mature for Rick, but what will he think?

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Chapter 2: These Precious Days

The mom and pop ice cream parlor which could be found at the edge of town offered over twenty flavors and twice as many topping options. Rick thought you'd prefer this quiet atmosphere over the crowd that would've surrounded Ice Cream Ricks truck in the Citadel; he was right. Though it really was a shame since Ice Cream Rick was actually pretty nice. After ordering, you two sat by the window with the best view of a lonely backroad and a white GMC truck.

“I-I-I like that you went for the rainbow jimmies.” Rick commented as he popped a mini gummy bear into his mouth.

“Hmm? Yeah, I like the texture.”

Which was true, but it wasn't the whole truth. You loved sprinkles on just about any dessert they could be placed on. They were fun, colorful, and your dad's favorite topping. They reminded you of good times. You continued. “And they're a classic. Wouldn't you agree?”

“I-I do. Would you say that y-your favorite flavor?”

Savoring the flavor of your chocolate ice cream, you nodded. “Yeah.”

Smiling softly, he seemed to be ruminating on this information, before storing it away and eating a spoonful of his pistachio ice cream. After a little while, he managed to get a bit of it on the side of his mouth, which made you giggle. And because old habits die hard, you picked up a napkin and wiped his face clean. Under your fingertips, his skin had that masculine roughness that came from constant shaving. Of course, you were familiar with it, but these slight reminders that came about by chance never failed to amaze you.

However, you were quick to pull your hand back because he wasn't a fan of public displays of affection, though it seemed to have the opposite effect, with him reaching out and placing your hand back on his cheek, and leaning into it. “I'm glad y-you were able to come with me today.”

Seeing as the shop owner was in the back room, you relaxed a little. “I am too.”

Rick was always a little funny when he got sentimental, which was why it didn't surprise you too much when his eyes bore through you as he said. “Me encanta estar c-contigo.”

“Rick,” you began, wanting to let this facade go and declare every single word of affection your heart felt inclined to say, but just as soon as you thought you were going to crack, you restrained yourself, and simply said. “your ice cream is going to melt.”

Several beats of silence passed, and he acknowledged what you had said, but he went on. “You - I-I sometimes wish I could carry you in my pocket, and have you look after me all the time, but th-that's silly isn't it? It's not realistic, and that w-would be selfish.”

“If it's you, then I don't think it is. While it wouldn't necessarily be practical to miniaturize me and carry me around, isn't the beauty of a relationship knowing that you're always on someone's mind and that they are out there somewhere caring and thinking about you?”

“Certainly, but what I-I meant to say is that it'd be nice if this was our life. If I could keep y-you and if you and me ugh - all th-the time…we - if we….” he faltered, fixing his eyes on something else in the room.

“You don't mean eating ice cream do you?”

With a sigh, he relinquished the hold he had on your hand, “N-no.” and continued to eat his ice cream; resigned, and slightly embarrassed. You couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment. It's not like he wanted to say the magic words. Right?

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After ice cream, you two visited the bookstore on the corner of Kinder St and Lavue Ave; which had not only a coffee shop but a toy store connected to it. As soon as one entered into it, you were met with the latest best sellers, books on travel and wellness, as well as souvenirs; it was one of few places that didn't bother you if it was cramped. To your left next to the window were those mint boxes which said Adventure Awaits, and it filled you with gladness as picked one up; thinking of little things you'd put in it after all the mints were gone. For his part, Zeta-7 seemed to know exactly what he was going for, disappearing in the back where all the used books were. Not knowing whether to follow or look around, you just did as you pleased.

Past the Keychain holder, above the box of mini hands, you found a Mister Rogers mug. You loved that wholesome old man who used to teach lessons and play with puppets on PBS; Rick reminded you of him too. On the label, it said that when you added hot water to the mug, Mister Rogers would change from a suit jacket into his cardigan. Seeing as Zeta-7 hadn't returned yet, you decided to buy it and continued to look around until he soon returned with an older book in hand. “I-I-I hope I hadn't kept you waiting long.”

Facing the bookshelf, pulling out books that you were mildly interested in, you answered. “I knew you would show up eventually.”

Noticing the stack of books you had, he asked sweetly. “M-m-mi corazón, do you want me t-to hold those books for you? They look a-a little heavy.”

You weren't sure how long you could keep up this facade of being mature and not melting into a puddle everytime he said things like that, with him being as darling as he was. Nonetheless, you nodded and he lightened the burden on your arms.

“Wow,” he brightened. “I-I didn't know you liked Alexandre Dumas.” And picking out another book, he wondered. “Have y-you ever read this?”

“The Man In the Iron Mask? No,” you admitted sadly. “but when I was in high school I did read about a third of The Count of Monte Cristo. I even have a postcard that my old English teacher sent me from Europe that had a picture of one of the buildings that was used in the movie.”

“That's s-s-so cool. Do - do you enjoy classic literature?”

Wholeheartedly, you replied. “Isn't it the best kind?”

“I-I-I don't know,” he softened. “but I don't know what I'd do without them.”

You thought of his home library then, with its eclectic mixture of languages, colors, and topics, and it made you feel warm in your soul. “If your home library tells me anything, it's that you have a healthy appetite for books.”

He glanced at your lips after you said this, but made no attempt to follow whatever thought which might've come to mind. Instead, you two carried on a lengthy discussion on books, how many were a social commentary of the time period, and how they influenced the world you lived in. For once you didn't have to pretend you knew something you didn't, cause you did know. Quite intimately in fact. And within the small spaces between shelves and bodies, where you'd normally feel claustrophobic, you were safe amongst all the friends you had yet to meet amongst the pages, and with Zeta-7 whose warm words and tall body shielded you from the curious eyes of the cashier.

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A stack of books sat quietly in the back seat of his car. Crickets chirped, and there were random feral cats here and there, but there was only you and him as far as you were concerned. September Song by Willie Nelson played on the car radio as he led you into a natural waltz next to the town lake, and moonlight reflected in his eyes. If you hadn't been so afraid of drowning, maybe you would've preferred to dance on the dock, but like this, it felt right.

Oh, it's a long long while

From May to December

But the days grow short

When you reach September

When the autumn weather

Turns leaves to flame

One hasn't got time

For the waiting game

With your head resting on his chest, he hummed along to the melody. More than once you heard a sniffle but assumed it was just Zeta-7 caught up in the moment again.

Oh the days dwindle down

To a precious few. ..

September, November. ..

And these few precious days

I'll spend with you.

These precious days

I'll spend with you.

You thought every day spent with him was precious, and you had to admit that you weren't sure at the beginning of your relationship if it would've worked out, but you were glad that the both of you took a chance, and had been pleasantly surprised ever since. And after all this time, now that it was the fall again, you wondered what the next year and the year after that would be like; the possibilities are endless. However, your train of thought was broken when Zeta-7 stopped dancing and stood there; covering his face, wanting to disappear.

“Rick?”

“I'm - I'm sorry, but I-I-I-I can't do this.”

“Can't do what?”

“I-I-I can't pretend that everything's o-okay. Something's th-the matter isn't it?”

“No there isn't.” you denied.

“Then why are y-y-you so quiet? Are w-we breaking up? Are you - are you leaving me?”

You literally wanted to smack yourself for being such an idiot. “No! Why would you think that?”

Using his phone, he paused the music and passed a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself. “Y-y-you haven't been yourself all evening. I thought for a moment that maybe th-things were alright back in the bookstore, but you - I know y-you were holding back. I know how much you love books, and writing is y-y-y-your passion, but you were hesitant in sharing your opinions on either subject. M-mi corazón,” he pleaded, the lines about his forehead and mouth deepening. “please b-be honest with me. Is this it?”

“No, it's not.”

Your plan, which you thought has been working went horribly wrong. So much for trying to act like an adult for once. Man, you only wanted to entice him, which you somewhat succeeded, but because of your stupid games, you'd led him to believe that you were unsatisfied with your relationship. If anything, you were unsatisfied with how you handled this. “Believe me Ricky, you haven't done anything wrong. In fact,” you sighed, your chest aching from the bloom of anxiety. “you've only been sweet and charming. But I….oh, I was only trying to impress you.”

“Huh? Wh-what?”

“Exactly. Whatever I thought I'd accomplish, it…..I only managed to mess it up. Again. You probably wouldn't get it,” Or maybe he would, but you weren't feeling like yourself. “but sometimes I feel like all you did was pull me out of my little bubble so I could wreak havoc. I'm not any different from hundreds of other versions of me, am I? Cause, if I'm like them, then how did I end up with you? How did I get so lucky to be with someone so wonderful? I hope they are happy because I am with you.”

With a hand pressed over his heart, a single tear made its way down his cheek. “M-me too. I'm so happy with you.”

“Somehow, despite all my inadequacies, you want me. I mean, is it stupid to believe that I just wanted to be different from all those other copies? That I just wanted you to think I was mature?”

Zeta-7 looked at you with a wistful hope in his eyes.“No, it's - it's not stupid. You - you did that f-for me?”

“Who else dear honey man of mine? Maybe it can't be helped and I'll just be what I am,” you confessed. “but for a moment I wanted to be different. So I gave myself the look and didn't overreact. And most of all, kept my mouth shut so you wouldn't get bored of my rambling. I know I talk too much.”

“N-no, that's not - have I led you t-to believe you weren't good enough?”

“Not on purpose, but I can't help but feel that way sometimes. We both know I'm not that special. I mean, the only impressive thing I've ever done is eat 37 pizza rolls, and not kill the flowers you gave me. I'm so sorry,” you cried, “I'm sorry you got stuck with an idiot.”

He pulled you in for a tight embrace, smoothing out your hair. “D-don't ever say that.” he cooed. “You're - you're clever, lovely, and always give me something t-t-to smile about.”

“Anyone can do that.”

Pulling back a little, he gave your shoulder a squeeze and softened. “N-no, not at all. Y-you give away dreams, smiles, and kindness. You're reliable, and I-I can trust you. And there is no one in the universe th-that could compare t-to you when it comes to being the perfect woman. If anything, I'm th-the defect here.”

“No, you're perfect Ricky.”

Placing a lock of hair behind your ear, he continued. “I'm glad y-you think so, but this isn't a-about me. You - you dressed up today, in a-a elegant dress that I'd n-never seen before,” and pressing a kiss behind your ear, he whispered with a little gleam of pride in his eyes.. “wearing the perfume I-I-I made you. Smelling like a-a dream.”

Again, how anyone considered this charmer a doofus you'd never know. “I had been saving it for a special occasion.”

“Everyday with you is - is special.”

“Oh Rick. That's…thank you.”

Pointing at your feet, “And I noticed that you're closer t-t-to my height today, but your feet must be hurting by now. Would y-you like to take them off?”

Oh, your feet were screaming. And now that you weren't pretending, you slipped out of your shoes which made you lose about four inches. Picking up your shoes and shoes and dusting them off, he continued. “That must feel better. I-I-I had to wear heels for a case once. It ugh - it's not practical when y-y-you have to run.”

“Right? I don't see how other women do it, cause I can't. I'm not even sure why I own them. I should just burn those things.”

You'd say it was half relief, half joy that made him laugh wholeheartedly at this, and you didn't see how it could be so funny. You poked him and pouted, and he delighted in this. “See?” he chuckled, looking at you in that funny way he did from time to time.

“See what?”

“This. This is th-the girl I fell in love with,” he stated matter of factly. “the one who likes t-to be comfortable, speaks her mind and prefers those jeans with th-the rip on the side. Not to mention those graphic t-shirts. Or cute pj's.”

Your breath caught a little at this confession. How could the smartest man in the universe adore an impertinent person like you? Maybe the same way you could love the smartest man; you just do. In your girlish voice, you said. “I only wanted you to be proud of me.”

Holding you a fraction tighter, he pressed a light kiss to your temple and chuckled sweetly. “Y-you already do princess. Today y-you made an effort for me, and that's impressive, but honestly, I want you t-t-to be comfortable and dress up how y-you like. You as yourself is what impresses me, because you have s-s-so much spirit, and I - that's what makes y-you gorgeous.”

This time you didn't even try to hide your blush.

“Oh Rick, hearing you say that really does make me feel silly. Why did I do this to myself? What was I thinking?”

“I believe y-you're still trying to figure it all out like the rest of us, and I can't get mad at you for th-that because you're wonderfully human. You had good intentions, and th-that's what counts.”

“Can you forgive me?”

“I al-already have.”

TBC

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Hey! Happy birthday!! I hope I'm not too late, I understand if I'm am, but if you're still accepting prompts could I get some Keith and Pidge interaction? Like literally anything, but if you want a more specific prompt, like maybe they go on a mission and Keith get's hurt, and Pidge has to get them both back to the others? Or again just anything you want to do with those two. Also I Love your voltron fics on AO3, they're amazing!! I espically love your Friends in Space Places series!

I decided to combo these two since they had similar characters and topics! Hope you guys enjoy, even if this is probably not even remotely what you had in mind (but man, the idea got in my head and I couldn’t let it go!)---------- Pidge gasps in pain as she dives behind the high stack of metal storage containers and comes down the wrong way on her bad leg. She bites her tongue to keep from yelling and giving away her position, and twists to sit with her back against the container, stretching her bad leg out in front of her. A moment later, Keith comes stumbling in after her. He thuds awkwardly against the side of the container with one shoulder, and nearly trips on Pidge as he skids to a stop and crouches down next to her.There’s a long pause as they take stock of the situation. Pidge can hear the clank of sentries all throughout the storage unit they’re hidden in on the Galra land base, and the occasional ba-choo ba-choo of their blasters as they fire to try and flush out the enemy. But Pidge thinks she and Keith have a few doboshes at least to catch their breath and figure out a plan.“Well,” Keith says after a moment, keeping his voice low, “At least it can’t—““If you say it can’t get worse,” Pidge interrupts him with a barely contained hiss, “I swear I will punch you so hard you can see again.”

Keith stares, and raises an eyebrow at her a moment later. At least, Pidge thinks that’s what’s happening. The effect is sort of greatly diminished by the fact that he’s staring about a foot to the left of her actual face. “Wouldn’t that be a good thing?”“Yes—no—ugh, never mind.” On occasion, Pidge forgets that Keith, while a great team mate in a lot of things, is less than savvy when it comes to things like don’t say it can’t get worse, it always gets worse. “Haven’t you ever seen a movie?”“I’ve seen plenty of movies,” Keith says, a touch defensively. “Then how can you…” A particularly sharp stab of pain races through her broken leg, and she gasps despite herself. “Y’know what, never mind. Not the time,” she manages to grit out through her teeth. Keith frowns. “How you doing?” he asks. He sounds concerned, and he’s clearly trying to force some degree of control into his tone for her benefit. “I saw you get hit before…”Pidge winces. They’d been on a mission to steal data from the Galra land base they were in. They’d used Shiro’s tried-and-true method of distraction and stealth—Shiro, Lance and Hunk were out wreaking havoc on the rest of the fleet and surface-to-air weapons and drawing attention to themselves, while Pidge had stealthed in with the Green Lion, with Keith for backup. And the first part of the plan had gone well—Keith had gotten them past the biometric locks easy, and it had been a breeze for Pidge to download all the data they were looking for.Getting out had proven to be a bit of a challenge though, because they’d gotten caught halfway through their escape back to the Green Lion. Even then it hadn’t been going so badly—Keith could mow through sentries when he was so inclined, and Pidge was no slouch in a fight. Then she’d gone and gotten herself hit by a druid’s spell. They hadn’t expected the druid to show up; no one had even figured there was a druid here. The caster had blinked out of nowhere and blasted at Pidge full on with a lightning bolt, and she’d barely had time to try and throw herself aside. She’d avoided taking the hit directly to her head or torso, but the lightning blast had smashed into her right leg, and it hurt. She’d collapsed, and it had taken her a moment to even remember where the hell she was and what she was supposed to be doing through all the pain.Keith had hit the druid from behind when it charged up another blast to finish off Pidge. The good news was he’d managed to kill it, driving his Marmora blade through the druid’s chest. The bad news was he’d taken a faceful of imploding druid spell when he did. His helm had protected him from the worst of the damage, but he’d stared straight into the intensity of the spell as it burst. And when he’d staggered away from the twisted, burned out pile of robes moments later, wide-eyed and unfocused, Pidge had realized he’d been blinded.Even now, he doesn’t look good. The helm of his paladin armor has been shattered, leaving his head and face exposed, with a clear view of his eyes. His pupils are shrunk down to the size of pinpricks, and his gaze doesn’t track anything, even when she waves her fingers in front of his face. Not to mention the injuries he’s already sustained from the fight prior to that, a host of scrapes, bruises and burns from all the scuffles they’ve been in since getting spotted.Not that Pidge is much better. She can see, but her leg is totally busted. She doesn’t even want to look down at it; she already knows it’s gross. The bolt had shattered most of her greave and burned through the under armor, leaving everything from the knee down a burned, cracked, sluggishly bleeding mess. It smells like charred meat, and it’s only through sheer force of will that she’s not throwing up.“Been better,” she admits, trying to downplay it for now. She’s in rough shape, but Keith can’t see that, and there’s no point in worrying him more. She does her best to keep the rough edge of pain out of her voice. “You? Any vision coming back?”“No. Everything’s dark and fuzzy.” He sounds frustrated, and Pidge doesn’t blame him. She’s seen Keith keep fighting with all manner of injuries, but he’s never had to fight blind before. A busted arm or leg might have worked out better for him than this. He’s calmer than most people would be when suddenly rendered sightless, but he’s still more anxious than Keith usually is in a fight.Pidge really, really hopes the cryo-pods can fix that. She’s pretty sure they can. Almost positive. Assuming they can get to one, anyway. Odds are less good on that, unfortunately.She curses under her breath as the clank of sentries starts to get closer. “We are so screwed. There’s no way the others can get to us in time, even if we did manage to get a distress signal out.” There must have been more panic or pain in her voice than she’d intended for, because Keith frowns. “Hey, no,” he says, and flails round a bit awkwardly in front of him, narrowly missing Pidge’s face before he manages to find her shoulder. He squeezes reassuringly when he finally does, and says insistently, “Look, I’m okay, and you’re okay. We’re both okay and neither of us is dead yet. And that means we can figure a way out between us. But you’re the brains here, Pidge—if you can figure out a plan I’ll follow you.”“How?” Pidge snaps, more aggressively than intended. “You can’t even see me to follow, and I can’t walk to lead! The only working thing we’ve got between us are arms, and it’s not like we’re Voltron and only need to be the…one…thing…”Her eyes widen in surprise, and suddenly she has it.“Pidge?” Keith asks with concern. His hand, still on her shoulder, gives her a little shake. “I have a really stupid idea,” Pidge tells him solemnly. “It might not even work. It’s pretty ridiculous.”“It’s already better than what I have, which is nothing,” Keith tells her. “What’s the plan?”Pidge takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna be your eyes,” she tells him, “and you’re gonna be my legs. We’re gonna Voltron this. Kind of. Two person Voltron.” To his credit, Keith only takes about five ticks to process it before he says, “Okay, fine. I can’t see what I’m doing—gonna need your help to get you on my back.” It’s an awkward and thoroughly painful endeavor, but in the end Pidge is situated in a piggyback with Keith carrying her. She’s able to help by clinging to his shoulders with her arms, and keeping her left leg curled around his waist as much as possible, although the overall effect is a bit monkey-like. She thanks her lucky stars Lance isn’t here to make fun of them for it.“Can you move okay?” Pidge asks.“Maybe. I think. You’ll have to direct,” Keith says. “How do we fight though? We’re open targets like this.”“I can help with my bayard, but I’ll need to take the right side,” Pidge says. “Good thing you’re ambidextrous, you’ll have to be the left arm.”“There’s a change of pace,” Keith mutters. Pidge rolls her eyes, and pushes his Marmora knife into his hand—he’d lost it on the floor when trying to help her climb onto his back with a busted leg. “There. You’re armed…no pun intended. Whatever you do, don’t do that thing when you use your jetpack to fight, or I’m gonna be charbroiled Pidge, okay?”“I wouldn’t even if you weren’t being my eyes,” Keith says, grumbling. “With my luck I’d blast myself right into a wall.” The almost cartoonish image in her head of a flattened Keith peeling off a wall Wile E. Coyote style might have been hilarious if the situation weren’t so dire. “I’ll keep you away from the walls,” Pidge promises. “On the count of three. Ready?” Keith crouches a little to better take her weight. The knife in his left hand extends to a full sword, glowing slightly. His right hand curls beneath her upper leg to better support her injured limb, which is simultaneously painful and a relief. “Ready.” “One…two…three…go!” Keith blasts out from behind the storage containers in a rush. Pidge grimaces at how painfully it jars her leg, but does her best to ignore it—especially since they have bigger concerns. Two sentries are right there, and immediately turn to raise their blasters. “Shit!” Pidge curses, and lashes out with her bayard, activating the taser function as soon as the grapple leaves its port. The two sentries jerk and sizzle almost immediately, collapsing where they stand. Unfortunately, her wild strike also throws Keith off balance, and he stumbles sideways, nearly tripping on one of the collapsed robots and colliding with another metal container.“Sorry,” Pidge says with a wince. “I didn’t mean to—strike left!”Keith, to his credit, doesn’t even hesitate. He swipes out in a wide arc to the left with his Marmora blade, bracing his legs to counter the momentum. It’s wildly uncoordinated, but it does still manage to slice open the front half of a sentry’s chest cavity, enough that it sparks and collapses to the ground.“Felt something—did I hit it?” Keith asks, head twisting around and eyes wide, like he’s trying to see through the non-existent gloom. Pidge spits out some of his hair that gets in her mouth, and pulls back to keep from getting her chin smashed with his skull. But that ends up overbalancing Keith the wrong way, and he staggers backwards. “Ugh, this is hard,” Pidge hisses in frustration. She leans forward again, keeping her head to Keith’s right instead to help balance him again. “Keep going forward, I think we’re clear for a few ticks.”Keith does, leaning forward for better momentum. Pidge swears she hears him muttering under his breath, “Starting to appreciate the work Hunk and Lance do more….”Despite herself, Pidge snorts.They blast through the storage room, and manage to avoid most of the sentries, which have spread out throughout all the containers searching for their quarry. “Watch the robes on the floor,” Pidge says, and Keith manages to skirt around them at her direction to avoid tripping on the druid’s remains. “Right right right!” she hisses next, and Keith banks hard, nearly unseating Pidge as he turns for the door. She wraps her hand hard around his collar and neck to keep hanging on, and he makes a strangled choking noise. “Breathing’s nice,” he manages to hiss at her, as he manages to stagger back upright from the turn. “Sorry,” she mutters. “Go for broke. Run! Fast!”Keith does, and even blinded and burdened with her additional weight, he’s pretty fast. He leans forward to get the most speed he can, and Pidge leans forward with him, thankful he trusts her enough to just run full out without fear of careening into a wall. They make it up the first hallway just in time, and when Pidge (carefully) turns to look over her shoulder, the remaining sentries are only just starting to get into place enough to shoot.“Turn coming up ahead,” Pidge warns. “On your right. Maybe twenty steps.”“Got it,” Keith acknowledges.He nearly overshoots the turn anyway, and clips the edge of the hall with his left shoulder as Pidge screeches, “Turn, turn, turn already!” The Marmora blade takes a small chunk out of the corner of the hallway intersection, and Keith winces. “Sorry,” Pidge says, genuinely apologetic. “Forgot your steps are longer than mine.”“S’fine,” Keith says, panting slightly. “What’s next?”“We make it down this hallway and one more, and we’re at the bay we hid the Green Lion in,” Pidge says. “It’ll be locked, we’re gonna need your hand for th—dodge right!” Keith does immediately, barely missing the blast from the sentry’s gun as the enemy appears ahead of them. “Not that far right!” Pidge screeches a moment later, as Keith turns too far and bounces off the right wall. She suppresses a scream through clenched teeth as her bad leg slams against the metal walls of the hallway, and her fingers dig into Keith’s collar unconsciously. “Pidge!” Keith yells. “You okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—““S’fine,” it’s Pidge’s turn to hiss, still through clenched teeth. “Brace. My bayard.” They do better the second time she attacks. This time, Keith turns and manages to counter her momentum as she lashes out with her bayard. It’s not unlike Voltron’s movements when Keith strikes in the Red Lion with the Blazing Sword, and she wonders if maybe he learned it from that. Whatever the case, her electrified bayard smashes into the sentry’s head, and it collapses to the floor. They don’t teeter awkwardly afterwards, and Keith is able to right them again with no incident.“Ten paces and jump, or you’ll trip over the sentry I just downed,” Pidge warns.“My steps or yours?”“Yours—jump!”Keith does, clearing the robot’s sparking remains just barely. He stumbles awkwardly on the landing, and Pidge is afraid for a moment they’re going to go tumbling, but he manages to catch them both at the last minutes and get upright again. “Where now?” he asks, trying and failing to look around on instinct. “Forward, twenty more paces, then turn left,” Pidge orders.This goes much more smoothly than the last turn, and Keith actually manages to make it into the center of the hallway without hitting anything, which is impressive on both of their parts. There’s two more sentries there, but Keith lashes out at Pidge’s order with his Marmora blade and manages to take one down through sheer dumb luck, and Pidge manages to electrocute the second. “Run about fifty more steps,” Pidge orders. “Then start to slow down. There’s a door ahead, don’t run into it. We’re gonna need your hand for this.” Keith follows her directions, and manages to not slam headfirst into a locked steel door, which is a relief. Then comes the newest hurdle. “Uh…how do I…” he asks, trying to look around for the panel right next to his head, and staring right through it without realizing. “Give me the sword thing. Carefully,” Pidge instructs. Keith, to his credit, trusts her with his Marmora weapon without hesitation, reducing it to knife size and holding it up by the blade for her to take the handle. She manages to not impale either of them with it when she takes it from him. When his hand is free, she says, “Panel’s on your left. About head height.”Keith pats around on the wall awkwardly, but after two or three tries he still can’t seem to find it. She can tell he’s getting frustrated—for all his supposed calm through all of this, Pidge can tell his blindness is clearly bothering him. She grimaces, sticks her own bayard between her teeth to free up her hand, and grabs Keith’s wrist, guiding it to the panel. Keith huffs in irritation, but after a moment he mutters, “Thanks.”“Don’t mention it. Really.” The panel beeps as it recognizes Keith’s Galra DNA, and the door slides open—just as company shows up from behind them. “Go! Two steps, and we’ll lock it.”Keith does as bid, and Pidge hastily presses his hand against the panel on the other side of the door. “Hold it there,” she instructs, and Keith does. Pidge hastily punches in half a dozen instructions on the keypad, and the panel beeps again, flashing red as the door slams behind them. “Okay, locked. We shouldn’t get hit from behind, at least until they can override that.”“Good.” Keith pulls his hand away from the panel, and Pidge presses the handle of his knife back into his palm. She feels the tension leave his shoulders just slightly when he gets the weapon back—Keith definitely does not like being unarmed in a dangerous place like this. “Where’m I going now?”“Forward, and—oh, no.” Pidge can see the green honeycombed dome of the Green Lion’s particle barrier just ahead, and the wide-open bay doors just behind, letting in hot desert wind and bright sunlight. It’s a beautiful, welcome sight. The twenty or so sentries between them and the Green Lion, however, are not.“What? What’s going on? What do you see?”“Trouble,” Pidge hisses. “We got so close—left, dodge left!”Keith does, tripping over some spare wiring, and he crashes painfully to his knees behind a pile of large metal canisters. They miss being shot by inches. “How many?” Keith asks, panting and wincing slightly as he gingerly tries to shift to a more comfortable crouch without dropping her. “Sounds like a lot.”“It’s a lot,” Pidge agrees. “More than we could take—“There’s a screech of metal and a shuddering rumble that sends Keith collapsing onto his side, with Pidge sprawled out painfully next to him. A moment later there’s an unmistakable digital roar, and the dry, hot desert heat gets inexplicably frigid. “We figured you guys could use a little help,” Lance’s voice says over the comms. Pidge has never been more happy to hear that voice, even if she can absolutely see the smug look on Lance’s face that unquestionably accompanies that tone. She hastily manages to re-climb onto Keith’s back with his help, and he clambers to his feet. Pidge peeks carefully around the stack of canisters, and her eyes go wide in surprise. The Blue Lion is hanging half in and half out of the bay, behind the Green Lion. Its metal paws outstretched as far as they can go across the bay floor, huge claws dug into the steel panelling for stability. Blue is a little too big to fit into the bay door properly, and is wedged awkwardly into place by the blue plating of its back; Pidge is pretty sure the Yellow and Black Lions couldn’t have managed the tight fit at all at all. Lance has managed to cram his Lion in just enough to get a decent angle with its ice ray, and the sentries that had been between them and the Green Lion are now little more than miniature glaciers. “Nice shot, Lance!” Pidge says. Even Keith nods in agreement, although he can’t actually see the extent of the maneuver. “I got you covered, get in your Lion,” Lance says. The Blue Lion’s head turns and its jaw opens wide, aimed at the door they’d just come through. Pidge isn’t about to argue. “Careful,” she warns Keith. “The ground’s icy now, watch your footing.” He nods in acknowledgement, and she manages to guide him around the icy pillars of former sentries to the Green Lion’s particle barrier. Green drops the barrier when they’re close, and even helpfully crouches just in front of Keith, opening her jaws wide and dropping the ramp at his feet so he doesn’t have to find his way to her on his own. Getting through the hatch to the cockpit is a veritable nightmare, but Keith eventually manages to stagger his way to the pilot’s chair, patting awkwardly until he finds it. He deposits Pidge in her seat and sits down wearily with his back to the dashboard, closing his eyes—not that it does much, as far as Pidge can tell.“We’re out of here!” Pidge calls over the comms. “Lance, back out so we can escape. Thanks for the cover.”“Are you two alright?” Shiro asks. He’s using his Leader Voice, but there’s an edge of concern to it. Pidge isn’t sure how much the three of them managed to hear over the comms, but they have to know things weren’t exactly going great. “Nothing a cryo-pod won’t cure,” Keith says, loud enough for Green’s cabin comm to pick it up. Shiro makes a little hmph that says he’s not entirely satisfied with the answer, but it’s the best he’s gonna get for the moment. “How’d you guys make it out?” Hunk asks, as Pidge finally guides the Green Lion out of the bay. She sees the Yellow and Black Lions zip past defensively, blasting several approaching fighters out of the air. “We figured we would have to break in somehow to get you guys out of there.”“Just had to think like Voltron,” Pidge answers, grinning a little. She glances over in Keith’s direction, and even though she knows he can’t see her grin, she does catch the little smirk on his face all the same. Yeah, things aren’t the greatest at the moment—her leg is still killing her, and Keith’s still blind until they can get him in a cryo-pod, so piloting and actual Voltron are out until further notice. But like Keith said…she was okay, and so was he. They were alive, and they’d made it out in one piece between them. And that wasn’t a bad ending at all.And more importantly, she can’t believe that idiotic plan worked. She can’t wait until she has time to tell them the full story. Lance and Hunk are going to eat it up. Even Shiro and Allura and Coran will probably be impressed. Yeah. Definitely not a bad ending at all.

#familyofpaladins #karma's birthday bash #velkynkarma writes #voltron #blood #injury #temporary blindness #keith #pidge #lance #shiro #hunk #I dunno wtf this is but damn if I didn't enjoy writing it anyway #I wanted to post this yesterday sorry for the wait guys

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lil-nct-scenarios-11 · 7 years

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NCT- A Strange Surprise || Gang AU- part 3

Group: NCT- all members

Theme: Gang AU

Type: series- fluff + angst

*Warning- this series will cover some dark themes such as abuse, drugs, and crude language so please read at your own discretion, if these themes make you uncomfortable at all, please do not read this

Plot: You see Renjun all bruised up and he keeps denying who hurt him. After school, a family emergency pops up so you run to Renjun to stay with him. When he takes you to stay at a friend’s house, you have an unexpected guest.

Previous parts: 1, 2

“Renjun, what happened to your face?” you ask as you run your fingers over his bruises softly. “Junnie, who did this? Is that Mark kid, I swear imma give a piece of my mind when I see him.”

“Haha, Y/N you’re cute when you worry about me but Imma ask for you not to worry just this once. I just uh... fell,” he lies with a cheeky grin.

“Oh and you really expect me to believe that? Why can’t you just tell me the truth Junnie? I understand that you couldn’t blurt everything about what happened to Jaemin but I’ve known you since we were 2, sure we haven’t really talked for like what, 3 years? But that shouldn’t change the bond and trust we shared for all those years. Look I don’t know what kinda friends you have now or the shit they do but guess what? I’m back and you can confine in me because shit I know you, I know when I have to worry about something. And your cute ass can bet that I’m gunna worry about you when you show up with a fuckin bruise on your face. So tell me what’s really going on here?” you say, holding his hands and looking at him, never wavering your eye contact.

His expression hardens, “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t do that and besides class is gunna start so...”

“Whatever, I will have you tell me one day because I can’t continue to be your friend if you’re not being honest with me so...”

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“Today I’ll be assigning a group essay, you’ll be free to choose your topic from one of the given options however I’ll be choosing your groups. In the first group over here, we have Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Y/N, and Renjun. You guys can go ahead and move now. Ok the next group, we have-” your English teacher drones on.

You pack up your stuff hastily and move into the area your teacher directed you to go.

“Ugh I don't wanna work with him/her, he/she’s hella annoying Jeno. Why do you even like him/her so much?” you hear Haechan muttering to Jeno.

“Shut up, you complain too much, just go with it and besides you’re not the only one who’s gunna have trouble getting along with the group. We got grouped up with those two, if Y/N wasn’t here I don’t know what we would’ve done honestly.”

“Yea true, but what can we do now?”

“Um, hey guys. I think we should just go join the other two,” you say hesitantly as you sling your arm around Haechan, who had a very disapproving look on his face. As you three sit down, you can immediately feel the tension between your two separate friend groups. The intense stare-off were starting to get to you so you decide to be one to speak up. “Ahem so uh, does anyone have any preference on the essay topic or-”

“You can just choose whatever, it really doesn’t matter, they’re all boring,” Haechan speaks out boredly as he looks at his nails.

“Um actually I’m interested in the one about solar power, what do you think?” Jaemin squeaks softly.

“Yea, I actually like that one too,” Jeno agrees, nodding as he glances at Jaemin.

“Yea, that one is alright,” Renjun adds in.

“Ok cool, that went smoothly. Um let’s brainstorm now, I don’t know what we’re supposed to be doing after that,” you nervously ramble.

“Yo, what happened to yo guys’ face? Your boy/girlfriends don't like you or somethin?” Hae asks abruptly.

“Hae! Don’t say that!” you exclaim.

“He just asked a simple question Y/N, you don’t need to get upset,” Jeno states quickly.

“You don’t-” you start.

“Y/N,” Renjun says softly as he places a hand on your shoulder. “It’s ok, haha we love to play rough so that’s why we look like this.”

“But-” you go off again but Renjun silences you by giving you a sharp glare.

“Haha yup, Renjun has always been like this,” you lie with a smile as you lightly punch Renjun.

“Well then,” Haechan says simply.

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As usual, you make your way to meet Renjun after school but this time you were alert and ready to see who would come calling his name today.

So far everything looked alright so you greet your close friend with a comforting hug before sitting down. “So I was thinking, it’s a Friday night and it’s been a long week so do you-” you get cut off by your phone going off. “Oh I gotta take this I’ll be right back,” you say as you walk away to answer your call.

As you find a quiet place to carry your conversation, Jeno suddenly finds Renjun sitting under the shade and he decides to go over to join him.

“Hey Renjun! I want you to drop Y/N.” Jeno boldly challenges as he swiftly walks towards to him. “We both know damn well that he/she can only be with one gang, yours or mine. So I want to you leave him/her because unlike you, I can introduce her to all my friends. Oh wait. I already did that, and we all agree that we want him/her to continue to be our friend so drop him/her.”

Renjun scoffs, “Are you really that dumb to think I’d give up my close friend that I’ve known since we were barely learning to talk just because I can’t introduce him/her to my gang? Wow, nice try buddy, it ain’t happening.”

“Why don't we just ask Y/N him/herself since he/she is coming back,” Jeno asks as he points to you. You come running towards Renjun and crash into his arms so you sob into his chest.

“Whoa what happened,” Renjun asks promptly as he rubs your back reassuringly.

“My.... arrested,” you sniffle.

“What did you say Y/N?” Jeno asks this time as he comes closer to turn you around to face him gently. You sob into your hands as you explain again, “My.. dad got...arrested.”

Both, Jeno and Renjun’s eyes go wide with shock and Jeno pulls you into a tight hug and smooths down your hair and you begin to cry harder. “Shh, we’ll figure something out Y/N. Do you know what happened?” Jeno asks.

You shake your head frantically and you pull yourself away from Jeno’s warm embrace to talk to Renjun. “Can I stay with you tonight? I can’t sleep at home all alone and you are the only one I know and trust.”

“Of course, my parents and I will take good care of you,” Renjun reassures.

You sniffle as you manage a weak smile, “Thank you Junnie.” You face Jeno to give a hug as you say, “Bye Jeno, I’ll see you Monday hopefully. I’m sorry you had to see me like this, I just met you and-”

“Hey don’t worry about it, this came up unexpectedly. Go, Renjun will treat you well. I’m sorry about what happened to your dad, hopefully you’ll be able to find out what happened to him. Bye Y/N.” Jeno consoles.

You smile frailly again as you wave lightly to Jeno as you and Renjun head home.

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“Hey is it ok to stop by a friend’s house, you can rest there for however long you need and I know they won’t mind,” Renjun suggests.

You just nod feebly as you follow Renjun towards a small two-story house. Even from outside you could hear the utter chaos from within but it was nothing like the ‘good’ chaos you experienced yesterday. When Renjun opens the door and you step foot inside, everything suddenly goes deathly quiet as everyone’s eyes were on you, silently judging you.

A tall, lanky guy lurks in the corner with a can of Redbull in hand as he asks dauntingly, “So your daddy got arrested huh?”

You furrow your eyebrows as you look at Renjun then back at the giant, “How... how do you know?”

“It’s simple, no one comes here unless their mommy or daddy gets arrested and I know you only got your dad so you put two and two together. Anyways its finally-” Johnny goes on but you cut him off to talk to Renjun.

“Junnie, did... one of your parents.. get.. arrested?” You ask quietly, afraid to hear the answer.

“Oh he didn’t tell you? Both of his folks got locked up and it was pretty romantic the way they did it too huh ‘Junnie’? Anyways, like I was tryna to say before you cut me off, it’s nice to finally meet you. Oh wait, before I show you around, there’s one thing I want you to keep in your pretty little head, no one cuts me off. You only get this freebie but after that you’ll regret it. Ok now that’s done, I suppose you’re gunna be staying here now aren’t you?” the figure asks tauntingly.

“Uhh-” you begin as you hear and see a slim guy with purple-sliverish hair make his way to the living room, where you guys were.

“Johnny, why are you over here acting like a leader? If you wanted to be one so badly then you should done that when Yuta left!” The purple-silver guy spat.

Just then you hear a thunderous knock on the door. Another tall, lean guy with porcelain skin, dark black hair, and large doll-like eyes answers the door and his deep voice calls out with a chuckle, “Doyoung, looks like your best friend is here.”

“Thank you Hansol hyung, but I can clearly see that. Well then, it's been a while Taeyong.” Doyoung smiles malevolently.

Part 4

*wait can we just take a moment to adore and admire this wonderful human that is Ji Hansol like he could ch with his sharp ass dance moves oml have yall SEENNNN the way dances its like he doesn’t have any bones tff, ok thnx for letting me have a moment lol

*shit I'm so sorry this is soo short and soo late but I saw a good cliffhanger and I went with it haha (ny anon this one is a legit baby one bc at least u know whos at the door ya know)

*I promise part 4 is gunna be out tomorrow bc what even is that schedule I made literally just last week and it’ll be much longer and interesting, just think of this as a set up and make sure to bring popcorn and snacks for tomorrow *wink wink* and you’ll probably meet all the reaming members soon (if you ever get confused who’s in which group then you can check out Teaser 1 and the chart should be helpful I'm sry its so blurry :( )

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