#but honestly i wasnt trying very hard to make her look like a cow

[mikokat]

a week old doodle of my ponysona? or well i was trying to design her in general. idk what to name her tho

also this lil doodle that i kinda like

[the-awkward-outlaw]

I was in Saint Denis and was doing the rob 5 town people challenge, when some woman started sassing me. Arthur grabbed her so her back was against his chest and put the gun to her head, saying "I wasnt gonna rob you but now I am." Could you write Arthur/reader where a few months later she ends up falling in with the camp and recognises his voice?

Woo boy, this one was fun and honestly could be the start of a multi-chapter fic! Great prompt! Also, Arthur is hilarious when he comes up with stuff like this. 

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You watch as the ferry floats away from the pier. Your hand lowers as it would be impossible for your cousin to see you at this point. Part of you still wishes you could have gotten a ticket for this ferry, but at the same time, you’re glad you couldn’t. For the last few days, you’ve gotten a bad feeling about the boat. You doubted it was nothing, that you were just being silly, so you said nothing to your cousin. 

As you turn and look down the street at the town of Blackwater, you begin lightly humming to yourself. It couldn’t be a more beautiful day. You’ll miss your cousin, the two of you are good friends, but she lives in Saint Denis with her parents. You live here alone, but you don’t want to leave. Blackwater is all you’ve ever known. It’s where your parents are buried and where you grew up. 

You pass the barber’s shop and you get a sudden sense of dread, like there’s a heavy anticipation settling over the town. You can’t put your finger on as to why. Nothing seems wrong or out of place, plenty of people are milling about the town. It seems like a regular day. 

As you walk down the street, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling, you suddenly hear shouts and screams. A police officer on his horse runs past you, heading for the lake. He yells out “Ferry’s being robbed!” 

You watch in terror as people begin fleeing, cops swarming the streets and heading for the lake. Gun shots ring out. You begin backing up quickly and slam into someone hard. 

“Watch it, buddy,” you say, glaring at the man. Of course it wasn’t his fault, more yours than his really, but you’ve never been known for apologizing. Without warning, the man suddenly grabs you, pins your back to his chest, and he whips out his gun, pointing it to your temple. In the chaos surrounding you, no one stops to rescue you. 

“Now you listen here, miss,” he growls in your ear, his voice mixing with your heartbeats. “I wasn’t gonna rob ya, I was here to rob someone else. But now I have ya, hand over whatever ya got.” 

“Please, mister, I don’t have anything,” you plead, your hands scratching at his arm wrapped around your shoulders, but seem to have no effect. 

“Bullshit. You damn city folk always got somethin’. Now hand it over!” 

“Okay, okay!” You reach into your pocket and pull out the fifty dollars you had. You’d intended to use the money to pay down your house for this month. You stuff the bills into his hand.

“There, that weren’t so hard. Now get outta here, and don’t mention me!” He shoves you hard and runs towards the lake, following the footsteps of the officers. You don’t get a good look at his face. 

The incident of the double robbery terrifies you so much you stay out of Blackwater for the next few weeks. It’s alright anyways as the town is now swarmed by bounty hunters, officers and even Pinkertons, looking for the criminals. They wouldn’t be so bad, until the Governor declared that the town was going into complete lockdown. This meant that all businesses would be shut down until further notice and all residents must stay inside and even open their homes up to be searched in case anyone was housing fugitives. 

This turns out to be devastating for you. Your home sits on the outlying border of Blackwater where you run a very small dairy farm. You’ve always managed to make a decent living as everyone buys milk, but with this lockdown, no one comes. The government has even sent in supplies to the residents, such as milk and eggs, in order to keep everyone alive for the meantime. 

Blackwater, however, is not a cheap place to live anymore. Not ever since it stopped being a simple trading post, and it’s getting even more expensive now that the train station is being built. Even though businesses have stopped, bills haven’t. You still have to pay for the loan on your home as it wasn’t paid off when your parents died, and with no incoming money, your savings quickly dry up. 

Things go on this way for weeks, and your situation goes from bad to worse. The criminals have not been caught yet and there’s been no word on their whereabouts either, so the Pinkertons and bounty hunters haven’t left yet. Your situation is growing dire. Just last week, someone from the bank stopped by to remind you to pay this month’s amount towards your property. You tried to explain that with the lockdown, you no longer have the money. He claimed it wasn’t the bank’s problem and they expected their payment by the end of the month otherwise you risk losing the property. 

You would start selling milk again. Hell, these past few weeks all your supplies have basically been thrown away (the cows haven’t stopped milking after all). However, with the government giving out free milk and supplies, no one will pay for yours. You even try to sell the fact that the milk’s as fresh as it can be, but then the Pinkertons catch wind of your business and threaten to imprison you for it as all businesses are still shut down. They don’t care either when you explain your predicament. 

The month ends and on the first day, officials from the bank come and seize your property. It doesn’t matter how much you scream and fight, claiming it’s the city government’s fault as you could have paid if you’d been allowed to run your business. They don’t care and by the end of the day, you’re left sobbing in the dirt with the few possessions you could carry. How will you be able to survive? 

It’s clear that you can’t stay in Blackwater. There’s nothing left for you here except bad memories. It’s impossible to say how long this situation will last either. Instead of living on the streets, you decide to move to Valentine. Perhaps you can get a job as a waitress. You still have enough money that, even though you couldn’t pay for your house, maybe you can buy a cheaper property up there. Maybe even some cows and you can start over again. Besides, Valentine is a livestock town. You know livestock. 

However, when you get to Valentine, things don’t go as you planned. Sure, you got a job as a waitress in the saloon, but it doesn’t pay very much and there are no properties for sale near the town. The few that are for sale are far away and too much for you to afford. You ask the manager of the saloon (who’s also the bartender) if you can live in one of the rooms upstairs until your situation is sorted out.

“Unless you’re working in one of those rooms, I can’t afford to let you live there.” 

You know what he means by working in those rooms and you won’t stoop that low. You still have standards, after all. In the end, you have no choice but to sleep outside and work as much as possible during the days. You think things have hit an all time low. 

One afternoon, you’re waiting tables. A particularly rowdy group of ranch hands comes in and gets a table. They immediately flag you down and you sigh. These types of men are the worst, but if you play your cards right, they can pay some of the highest tips. Especially if you’re quick on refilling their drinks. 

Usually ranch hands don’t stay too long, but this group seems to want to stay. It’s been well over an hour and all of them have had their fair share of drinks, making them even louder and rowdier. As you approach them with more shots of whiskey, one man puts an arm around your waist and pulls you close. 

“Hey, how much for a night, missy?” he asks. 

“I don’t do that,” you say flatly. 

“Oh come on. Bet you’d do it for someone like me,” he says. 

“Why would I?” you glare down at him. 

“Because I’m the sheriff’s son, miss. I can get you anythin’ you want.” 

“Become the governor’s son and maybe I’ll think about it. And maybe think about becoming more than some ranch hand,” you snap and try pulling away. He just clenches your hips harder. 

“You hear how this girl talks to fellers like us?” he laughs to his friends. They guffaw and point at you. “Seriously, girl, I’ve made all the other women in this saloon swoon before.” 

“Well then go back to swooning them.” 

“Nah, been there, done that. I want you.” 

“Let go of me! I ain’t that kinda girl! Now take your drinks and get lost. All of you!” 

“Hey, you can’t talk to us like that!” one man says. “We’re patrons!” 

“I can, and I’m telling you all to get out!” You march over to the bar and tell the bartender your problem. He recognizes the man who was hitting on you and says that the sheriff’s cleaning his slate for some gambling problems, so he has to let his son stay. However, he doesn’t want you getting harassed, so he has one of the other girls cover for you. 

When your shift is done, you head outside to have a smoke and dreading the fact that it looks like it might rain tonight. You’re still sleeping practically on the streets, so it’ll be a bad night. As you stand and smoke, lost in thought, you don’t hear the footsteps behind you. 

Someone grabs you hard from behind, pinning you to their body. The sheriff’s son’s voice hisses in your ear, wreaking of alcohol. 

“Hey there, missy. Just the two of us now. How about we skip talk of pay and just get down to business, hmm?” 

His hand suddenly gropes you and you kick him in the shin. He yelps in pain and you push away from him. “I told you I ain’t that kind of girl! Now get lost before I tell your daddy what you do to women.” 

His face scrunches in rage and he lunges at you, knocking you onto your back. You try fighting him but he’s much stronger and he’s got the upper hand. His hands pin your arms down as he tries kissing you, so you headbutt him. One hand releases your arm to press on his bleeding nose and you take the opportunity, grabbing his cattleman revolver, pointing it at his gut, and firing. 

The bang echoes against the building, and you quickly throw him off of you. He writhes for a few seconds, a gurgling coming out of his mouth. You watch in shock as he draws his last breath. You certainly hadn’t meant to kill him. 

The door to the saloon slams open and the bartender steps out. He looks at the body, you standing over it with the gun still in your hand. 

“I…. I…” you stammer, not knowing what to say. 

“My God, Y/N! You killed him!”

“He attacked me!” you say. 

“Sheriff’s gonna lose his mind about this! He’s not one to mess around with the law, but when he hears about his boy… oh, Y/N, this is bad!” 

“But he attacked me! I didn’t mean to kill him!” 

The bartender comes over and smacks the pistol out of your hand. “You best get out of here, Y/N. I weren’t the only one who heard that gunshot. Sheriff or one of his deputies will be here any second and if they find you like this…. You’ll be hung by the end of the week. Go on, get outta here. I’ll come up with something.” 

Without hesitating, you run off. He’s right of course, now that you’ve killed a man you can’t stay here. You run as fast as you can, heading south, but it doesn’t take long for you to lose your breath. By the time you hunker down, a painful stitch in your side, you realize how bad things have gotten. As the reality of it all sets in, you begin to sob. 

You killed a man. Sure, he’d been attacking you and if he’d lived, he’d surely have done something truly terrible, but the fact remains. A man is dead because of you. Not only that, but the likelihood of the sheriff discovering the truth is a guaranteed problem. His son’s friends surely must have seen him coming after you. They’d know you’re his most likely killer, and they won’t have a problem telling the sheriff. You’re in big trouble. 

The weight of this all forces you down to your knees and you sob harder. What can you possibly do? Should you head on to another town? But which one? So far, you haven’t had any luck being able to afford a new home. You just can’t seem to dig yourself out of this hole. 

You hear a voice. “Ma’am? Ma’am, you okay?” 

You look up and see an elderly man. His clothes are rough, dirty and torn in places. He’s got a bulbous nose and a thick gray beard and a wide belly. His eyes, though dark, have a kind look to them. 

“I… I killed him.” The words slip out of your mouth. 

“Killed who?” he asks. 

“The sheriff’s son. I… I killed him. It was an accident.” 

“Oh so you’re the one they’re looking for.” Fear stabs you in the stomach. This quick and you already have a bounty on you. He straightens up and looks down the road at Valentine. “You say it was an accident?” 

You nod, getting to your feet and preparing to run. He’s an old man, he won’t be able to catch you easily. “Yeah. Bastard was trying to rape me, so I shot him.” 

The man blinks. “Sounds like you’re in a bad way. Heard he was the sheriff’s son. Say, I don’t do this for everyone, but why don’t you come with me? I got a place you can stay until you get things figured out.” 

“You aren’t planning on raping me too, are you? No offense, but I’m not in the mood to trust many men right now.” 

“Don’t be thick, come on now. I live with a big group. Sure, there’s quite a few men, but I promise ain’t one of ‘em gonna touch ya. Especially when they hear you’ve already killed the man who tried to get ya.” 

Instead of feeling suspicious, you can’t help but trust this man. He leads you down the trail towards a large copse of trees. As he walks into them, he turns to you. 

“Think you’ll fit right in with us, miss. Everyone I live with has got a record behind ‘em. Hell, some of ‘em have killed more people than I’m even capable of counting, but don’t tell ‘em I said that.” 

“So, you run with a gang of outlaws?” you say, feeling nervous again. 

“That’s how you might choose to see it, but they’re alright really. Come on, I’ll introduce you.” 

The old man leads you into a clearing. There you see several wagons and a few tents. Despite the hour, there’s still plenty of people milling about. A man sits at a round table with two women, a guitar in his hand and he’s singing in Spanish. Around one of the fire’s further away is a man in a plaid shirt talking to some other men. Not too far, near a tent, a woman sits next to a small boy, who’s playing in the dirt with a stick. 

“Uncle!” a loud voice calls out. It seems to be directed to the man guiding you in. You look to see the owner of the voice. A tall, well groomed man with dark hair marches over to you, followed by a thin, gangling man with gray hair and a thoughtful face. “Uncle, what the hell are you doing? I said no more passengers!” 

“Hey, hey, relax Dutch! Just a girl, got in a spot of trouble in town, figured she needed some help.” 

“We can’t afford to feed any more mouths, you old goat!” 

“What kind of trouble?” says the gray haired man. The two men look at you curiously. You realize they’re waiting for you to say something. 

“I…. I killed the sheriff’s son. He was attacking me, so I shot him. It was an accident.” 

Another man saunters over. He’s a broad man with curious blue eyes, a leather hat and a blue striped shirt. He smokes a cigarette, the other hand on his gun belt. 

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks. His voice sounds horribly familiar. You try to pin down where you recognize it from. 

“Uncle brought this girl in, says she killed the sheriff’s son,” the gray haired man says. 

“That so?” the blue eyed man says. “Well, we got enough trouble, Uncle. Think you better take her back there. Let the sheriff deal with her.” 

It suddenly clicks where you know him from. “You! You’re the man who robbed me in Blackwater!” 

The man blinks and lowers his brow, clearly confused. “What?” 

“You robbed me in Blackwater! The day that ferry got robbed! You’re the reason I lost my house!” 

“I didn’t make you lose your house, miss.” 

“Bullshit! You pointed a gun at my head and made me hand over everything I had. That money was gonna pay for my house for the next month! I’d still be living there if it weren’t for you!” 

Anger courses through you and you want to hit this man. The dark haired man, Dutch you think Uncle called him, looks at the man. 

“Is this true, Arthur?” 

“Well, sure I robbed a gal down in Blackwater. She was sassin’ me, so I robbed her.”

“I lost everything. Everything because of you!” 

“All you had was fifty bucks, hardly anything.” 

“That was my month’s payment on my house! Then the goddamn town went into lockdown and I couldn’t make money, so the bank took my house back! Way I see it, you owe me, buddy!” 

You’re shaking and quite a few people in the gang have gathered, drawn to your yelling. 

“Wait, explain the situation in Blackwater,” the gray haired man asks. You tell him. Dutch and the man trade almost remorseful looks. You stand there, waiting for them to tell you to get lost. Instead, Dutch turns to the man he addressed as Arthur. 

“You heard her, son. We owe her. Miss Grimshaw? Please show her a place to stay. What’s your name, girl?” 

You’re shocked by this turn of events, but you tell him. A middle aged woman with a stern face comes over. She gestures for you to come over to her and then she puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

“Come along, dear. We can get you settled. Sounds like you’ve had quite the ordeal.” 

She doesn’t ask you for further details nor does she explain anything about her gang. She just shows you to a spot under a canvas where three other girls sleep. They pull out a bedroll and spread it, allowing you to lie down. When you do, you realize how exhausted you are. Despite all the things that have happened, you fall quickly to sleep.

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The next few days are a confusing blur. Most of the members are curious, especially when they hear that you lived in Blackwater and had an unfortunate run in with Arthur, who you’re still convinced is the one who sent you on this downward spiral. 

Grimshaw explains that this gang cannot carry people who don’t work (which is odd because you haven’t seen Uncle do a thing besides drink and play his banjo), so she sets you to work at a wagon run by a man named Pearson, the camp cook. As you set down to chopping vegetables, Arthur walks over, looking sheepish. 

“Um, ma’am, I uh I wanted to apologize. For robbin’ you. Guess… guess I been robbin’ folk so long it just comes natural.” 

“I heard Dutch sayin’ you folks only rob from the rich in order to help the poor. I was never a rich woman, Mr. Morgan.” 

He lowers his head. “I know. I figured since you was in Blackwater you had money to spare. I’m sorry. I know that if I hadn’t taken your money, you’d probably still have a home. You wouldn’t be in this mess. But I got you this. I know it won’t get you your house back, but maybe it can help somehow.” 

He hands you a wad of cash. After counting it, you find it’s well over sixty dollars. You look up at him. “You’re right, it won’t get me my life back, Arthur. But I appreciate the gesture.” 

He swallows a bit. “Well, I just wanted to let you know, you’re welcome to stay with us for as long as you want. I’m gonna vouch for ya, I at least owe you that. And if there’s anything else you need, let me know.” 

You thank him and he walks away. You feel a great weight lift from your shoulders. Your crimes from the other night won’t be erased, but at least you’re not having to be alone to deal with it. You have the possibility of making friends here with this gang out outlaws. After all, you are one yourself it seems. You suddenly wonder where your life might lead now that you’ve started down this path. 

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

Hii, I wanted to send in a prompt if that's okay. Maybe one day Keith's being extra grumpy and pouty and Lance isn't having it. He sentences the boy to a session of endless cheer up tickles until he smiles again?

New People, Still a Family

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters: Keith Kogane, Lance McClain

A/N: Wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be klance or not so I just kind of went with implied klance but still platonic? Anyway, I thought this was a super cute idea! Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope you don’t mind the broganes and “hinted” adashi I added for context.

Description: After a nasty fight with Shiro (Kuron), Keith’s emotions spiral! He wants to just be left alone to sulk…. but Lance isn’t having it. 

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It all started out of pure boredom. Lance McClain woke up late just to face yet another “thrilling” day in space, on a castle,with the same seven people he’d been seeing for how long now? The Cuban male slowly sauntered into the bathroom with a yawn and stretch before washing his mask off and brushing his teeth. Getting dressed, applying moisturizer, and a bit of makeup to keep his glow was all apart of the morning routine. 

The made up zombie slowly made his way down to the cafeteria to see if Hunk was still serving slop. Frankly, he was bored. Everyday was the same thing in and out unless they were fighting for their lives. Get rejected by Hunk and Pidge who would be geeking out together, get rejected by Allura though Lance really couldn’t see why, try to get out of cleaning with Coran and having to hear more stories about his youth, and being made a fool of by the mice. 

Honestly, it was like Kultinecker was his only friend anymore. Of course, Lance was also rather dramatic. Keith and Shiro almost always spent their time together or alone so he didn’t try very often to talk with them. Well, Shiro out of respect for his space and Keith…. Well. “Keith get back here!” Speaking of Shiro.

The door to his room opened as an furious looking Keith stormed out. Purple met blue very quickly and aggressively. Honestly if the red paladin wasn’t taken off guard he would have noticed the tears pricking the other’s eyes. “What,” Keith growled. Lance put his hands up in surrender. “Ah, nothing man. You do you.” 

The other simply growled again before moving around Lance, slamming their shoulders together as he did so. “Keith!” Shiro rounded his door frame, a look of exhaustion on his face. He’d been back for maybe a week now and suddenly it was like he and Keith were fighting everyday. He sighed as he watched his brother march of. He didn’t mean to make him upset!

Suddenly, gray eyes fell on the body before them before the former leader quickly tried to compose himself. “Lance, what’s up?” He sounded so fake. The shorter pointed back at Keith. “Everything alright?” The older nodded. “Touchy topic.” Did he mean his leading skills? Because frankly, they weren’t the best. 

They had improved though, Lance would give him that. In reality it was everything. Tex, Adam, loneliness, expulsion, some words were said by both parties and finally Keith broke down and stormed out. “Oh um…. You gonna go after him?” The other thought for a moment which, frankly, wasn’t a good sign. “No, he needs time to cool down.” 

The smaller wanted to make a joke but decided it was best not too. “Ah, right. You okay man? You guys have been fighting a lot lately. You look drained.” Lance was studying his face more. Discolored bags under the eyes, ghostly skin, space dad needed sleep. “I’m…. not sure honestly.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“I haven’t really felt right since I got back, and I have this headache that just won’t quit. Nothing I’ve taken is helping either.” Lance came forward to put pressure on the forehead. Gray eyes snapped open at this but relaxed as they processed what was going on. “Coran said everything seemed fine. Are you drinking enough? Eating enough?” 

‘Takashi.’ Shiro quickly turned away from Lance with a grunt. “YYeah. I think I’m just going to lay down for a while. Thanks though.” Huh? Lance blinked. “Yeah, sure. No pro,” he was cut off by the door shutting, “blem.” His eyelids fell a bit as he held himself with a soft frown. Everyone was on edge today. 

Walking into the lounge, he was quick to take notice of another’s presence. Oh boy. Well, maybe he could help Keiht a bit? The two had bonded a bit over Shiro’s absence. “Uh, hey man,” the younger started softly. The black paladin shook his head as it rested in his hands. “Go away Lance. I’m not in the mood.” 

Well then. The red paladin scoffed as he kneeled on the floor that sat behind the couch’s back. “And I’m not a child, so don’t shoo me away like I am one.” Keith’s back straightened right up as he whirled around to glare daggers into the other. “Get. Out.” Okay, touchy. “Geez dude, I’m just trying to help you! All you’ve been doing since Shiro got back is fighting with everyone!” 

“I didn’t ask for your help or opinions Lance, leave me alone.” The older stood and went o leave, but he was soon pulled back down, into the other who had moved. Now with both on the couch, Lance held Keith hostage from behind,legs keeping the other’s hands to his sides and keeping their bodies contect. “Dah! What are you doing?!” 

The pulleted paladin looked back at his command to see a pout on Lance’s face. “You and Shiro have been nothing but dicks lately Keith. Enough.” Shiro had been mean too? Keith relaxed a bit as he looked away with guilt. It was probably his fault. Lance gave it a few minutes before slowly trying to hug the other, maybe have a bit of a crying fest. But no, Keith leaned away from the affection as soon as he tried. 

“I’m trying to help dude,” the said softly. Help? Helping would be leaving him be, helping would be…. Would be Adam. Sure, when Keith and him fought it was not that big of a deal Keith would cry a bit and Adam would stop talking after he started to cry. But…. Adam always made up for it in food or cuddles. When he and Shiro fought, both had a hard time just saying sorry or anything like it. Keith always felt so guilty and he’s just cry in his room for hours and refuse to even come out for classes. Adam would always make them sit down and talk about it, resolve things as they both sucked with communicating. But Adam wasn’t here, and Keith didn’t get to say goodbye. 

Which was part of the argument today. It’s like Shiro’s whole mood about the other changed while he was gone. He loved him still, Keith could see it, but he spoke as if…. Keith had no place with them. It hurt, a lot. “Just leave me the hell alone Lance.” He was breaking slowly, but he refused too in front of the other. “Keith, please.” Lance was serious, he wanted to help. 

Then, he was thrown back against the couch as Keith broke free. “I SAID LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!” Purple eyes turned slightly yellow, the shine leaving from them. The room stilled Blue eyes widened in slight fear before tears rushed up on Keith’s end. He shook his head before running away, just wanting everything to go away. 

It had been a few hours later, the team was meeting up for lunch. Shiro was talking to COran about his headaches when Lance noticed that Keith wasn’t at the table He frowned a bit before looking to his best friend. “Can you save me two plates man?” The other looked confused before nodding. “Uh, you sure that’s a good idea man? You said he…. Changed this morning.” Lance mentioned the eyes, yes, but Hunk meant Keith’s attitude. It was worse than any had ever seen. 

Lance shrugged. “Unless you wanna do it. Someone should check on him.” Hunk heard his stomach rumble and frowned. He could eat with Keith! But, Keith might be rather nasty still. Lance had the better tolerance for it. “Alright, good luck.” The Cuban male nodded before making his way to the black paladin’s room. Knocking on the door, he waited patiently. No answer. Was he sleeping? 

Did the guy even sleep? “Keith? Buddy?” Still nothing. Normally, that would be a sign to look else where, but Lance didn’t. He opened the door to find…. Uh oh. Nothing. His room, nope, HUnk’s? Also nothing. Pidge, Shiro, Coran, and Allura’s all had no sign of the “emo”. The training deck was empty, the lounge, all that Lance could think of now was Kultineker’s room but why would Keith wasnt to hang out with a cow?

He was hanging out with the cow. Lance sighed as he walked up to his sleeping baby, the angry male using her as a slopped pillow for his head and upper body. Guess all that anger tuckered him out. Kultinecker let out a moo before receiving some soft, loving pets. “You did good girl, you did good.” He looked over the angry male’s sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, so calm. He’d even brought his blanket out with him and…. Of course he sleeps with a knife. 

Moving the weapon away, Lance noticed that Keith’s jeans and boots were tossed to the side. Odd? One would think sleeping with pants on was a good idea when it came to…. grass? Maybe sleeping practically in a cow’s pen? You do you Keith, you do you. 

The male was going to leave him be but that attitude was beyond uncalled for and he needed to eat something. No one knew if he’d eaten breakfast or not today. Smirking, the younger noticed a bit of white sticking up from the thin blanket. Oh, it was so go time. Chuckling, Lance sat like someone wearing a skirt or dress would, legs to the side as he leaned forward and lightly poked at the sock covered toes that were showing. 

Keith’s foot twitched slightly before he moved them away, so much for that. Moving the cover up, he held the ankle, tickling the sole softly. Lips twitched softly as Keith started to react. He tried to pull his foot back again, but to no avail. “Nhoooo,” he grumbled in his sleep. Maybe this was too cruel of a spot? But it may also wake him up quicker, and drain him more so Lance could have the ultimate satisfaction of gaining the upper hand. 

“Yes,” he sang out softly. “Wakey, wakey Mr. Emo.” Purple eyes slowly began to flutter open, vision foggy at first. Brown hair, taner skin, Keith’s laugh suddenly came out more from suspense. “Ahahahdam nahahaho!” It was like a small child when they saw their parent’s clawed hands. “Adam?” Lance stopped in confusion. Oh? Keith started to calm down from his wake up call. Eyes focusing a bit better, he blinked away some leftover tears before blushing. “L-Lance?!” The other moved into Kultinecker more as he was taken off guard. 

“Yeah, not…. Adam? Who’s Adam?” Had Keith…. Oops. The other blushed more before looking away. “Professor Wright, from the Garrison? You know, Shiro’s fiancee?” Lance froze. Keith called Mr. Wright by his frist name? Were they clo- SHRIO’S FIANCEE?! “Wait, why would Mr. Wright even do that to you? What do you mean Shiro was getting married?!” His two favorite people, like ever, getting married? When, where, how, huh?!

“Stop yelling,” Keith sighed. “I lived with Shiro, did you…. Not know that? I stole his car…. He took me under his wing… I was an orphan?” Lance sat back a bit. “You were an orphan? How the hell did… I thought you dormed with Matt Holt!” Keith nodded. “I did, and during breaks and stuff I’d go with Adam and Shiro to their families houses. They,” he paused. “Look, what do you want?” So much for opening up and talking about feelings. 

But, while Lance had him in a less cranky mood to where he could survive doing such an act, he might as well. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get pissy like that, open up, and then shut up. I don’t think so Keith.” The other blinked. “What are you, what are you doing?” Keith was taken off guard as Lance pulled his legs down and sat on them. 

“As much as I want answers, it may be easier to just put a smile on your face for the time being?” A smile? What was he talking about? Keith tilted his head, not really caring about how the other was sitting on him as much as the fact that…. Physical contact. 

Lance smirked as he poked at the other’s stomach. “Oh, I think you know.” The black paladin squeaked before looking up in slight fear. God damnit. “W-Wait, don’t. Lahahnce, sthahahop tickling me!” The poor boy fell victim to the other quickly fingers gliding all about his toned torso. “Come on, after this morning, I think you kind of deserve this.” 

Keith tried to cover his mouth as bubbly, awkward, hiccupy giggles let out. “Nhohoho, Lhahahahcne ssthahahop it!” He was whining! Man it was cute though. Lance chukled lovingly before moving the blanket away. “Oh, what’s this? Keith has a body?” It was a lame attempt but he was trying to tease him like a child, or at least fluster him a bit. 

Keith, obviously, didn’t get it and just kind of looked at him like he was dumb. His break allowed him to take in a few gulps of air before he tilted his head. “What?” The red paladin shook his head. “Nothing, nevermind. So…. how about here?” Two hands quickly started to vibrate on the male’s chest, earning soft and melodious giggles. “Ghahahahaha! Chahahut it ohahahaout! S-Stop, it tickles!” 

Raven locks flew about as he shook his head, giggling adorably. “Oh forget it, I want real laughter.” With that, the younger dug into the stomach, causing Keith’s head to whip back into Kultinecker. “Shahahorrhehehey,” he cried out as his head landed. Just because he was being tortured didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have manners with the cow. She gave the sacred milk for milkshakes damnit!

“L-Lhahahahance, plehehehase! I’m shahahahaorrehehehey!” Lance hummed, he wanted to keep going. But…. maybe a chase or something was in order? Stopping, he crawled off the other while letting him catch his breath. Lance passed his shoes and pants over as Keith narrowed his eyes at the brunette. That was uncalled for. 

“What are you, five?” Still so sassy, honestly. Lance huffed before grabbing and ankle and tickling the sole softly. “Seriously man? I thought we were passed this!” Keith shrieked as he kicked at the younger. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!” He covered his face as he fell over, trying to get the other off of him. Honestly, both were rather enjoying this. It was fun, and relaxing, and just childish all around. Lance slowly let up before pulling his friend into a tight hug. “I’m always here if you wanna talk. Or… well, Hunk if you don’t want to deal with me. “

Keith actually accepted his friend’s hug, moving into his chest slightly. “Thanks,” he muttered softly. Lance nodded. “And Keith…. We’re all your family, Just…. Remember that, okay man?” Purple eyes watered a bit but Keith nodded with a choked out “thanks”. The two sat there for a while longer before Lance patted his arm. 

“Let’s go eat lunch, huh? I think Shiro’s cooled down two, maybe you two could talk it out?” The other frowned as he pulled his pants and boots back on. “We’ll see,” Keith hummed. Blue eyes rolled before hands found both of Keith’s sides, earning the beautiful laughter once more. “How about you will or Pidge, Hunk and I will tickle you both, huh? How about that?” Keith squealed beore nodding. “Okay, okay! We’ll talk!” 

He couldn’t help but smile when lance wrapped an arm around him. “Good. Nice to have you back buddy.” The black paladin’s face softened a bit as he leaned into his friend. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” Yeah, they were back to normal again.

[oliversaluki]

City Of Dreams Part Two (Kidnapped Princess)

Ollie & Isa travel to New York to confront his biological Mother and Ollie comes to a couple realizations about the new baby sibling about to enter his life.

Triggers: None! Mentions of Lucy abandoning Ollie

Date: Late March/ Early April 2019

OLLIE: 

There were a lot of good things about having rich as fuck grandparents. It included a lot of things, like a trust fund, them paying partially for his schooling (would have paid for more but they weren’t overstepping their boundaries with Rita). It included doors opened though Ollie wasn’t going into business. This time it included a private jet that Ollie and Isa and her guards were stationed on.

And Ollie admittedly was thankful for it because he couldn’t sit still. Why had he even thought this was a good idea? She didn’t want to see him and who said that Ollie even needed her approval. He was good enough right? And then he was the one bringing Isa along. He shouldn’t have.

“This was a mistake. A stupid mistake. I never should have done this.”

ISABEL:

Isabel had gotten permission from her family. There were some bumps and bruises along the way, Elena might have been furious at the end, but that was something Isa was sadly getting use to. 

That didn't matter because all of it felt worth it for Isa as she stepped into the airplane with Ollie and all of her bodyguards.

(Private jet. A very gorgeous and upscale private jet at that. Ollie’s family were apparently very very rich)

She took a seat beside Ollie her eyes falling over his as she listened to him begin to regret his decision. They softened at his words, one of her hands falling over his and giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“This is not a mistake. It’s not.”

Isabel lifted her legs on her airplane seat and leaned her body slightly forward so that she was able to place a soft, sweet and comforting kiss on his lips. She was very aware that all her bodyguards were in the very same plane as both her and her boyfriend and were probably watching, but that wasn’t a thought at the moment.

When Isa pulled back she brushed her forehead with Ollie’s giving him a gentle smile. “This is important for you, so it’s not stupid.”

OLLIE: 

Ollie groaned as he flopped in the chair as comfy as they were they didn’t really give him any comfort. His legs still bounced up and down. He still kissed back even though as soon as she pulled back Ollie let out a groan burying his head into her shoulder.

He didn’t want to do this anymore. They could just see a couple shows, check out the city. He didn’t need to go meet his bio Mom or his bio sister. He didn’t need to do any of that. “It’s stupid because I even need to do this. Fuck her and fuck all this shit. She doesn’t want to be in my life so I should just leave her out of mine.” Ollie admitted.

ISABEL: 

Isabel couldn't help but smile when Ollie had groaned, which was mean really because her boyfriend was having a moment and here she was smiling when she was suppose to be here for him, but she always loved when he would react to her pulling away. It was cute.

In any case, she began to thread her fingers through Ollie’s hair softly, arms cradling him close to her hoping the gesture would give him the ease and comfort he needed.

“But it will bother you if you don’t, even if you’re right and you don’t need her, all those questions in your head will always be there bothering you.”

Isa spoke her words a little quieter not wanting her conversation to fall into other ears. This was something private not something that needed to be broadcasted.

“That’s not good either.”

OLLIE: 

Ollie didn’t want to move his head from Isa’s shoulder. It would just mean that he would have to deal with everything and face everything. Maybe he could just ask the pilot to turn the flight around. The day didn’t have to be shot. They could run away to another country for like a week.

“What leaving her out of my life. I’m good with that.” But was that fair to his sister? That’s mainly why he was doing this too. If he met his sister then just maybe he could see himself being a good sibling.

ISABEL:

Isabel kept passing a gentle hand through Ollie’s hair. She planted a soft little peck onto his head before she adjusted herself on the plane seat to sit criss-cross all the while still allowing her boyfriend to keep his head rested on her shoulder. 

“But you have questions for your biological mother, si? You deserve to get those questions answered, instead of letting them grow in your head so much that they start to eat at your thoughts.”

Isa pulled back now forcing Ollie to look at her as she took a hold of his hands with her own.

“And your sister? You wanted to see her, right? So, at least that makes this all worth it and you won’t be alone. I can be right there with you.” 

OLLIE: 

Ollie didn’t want to pull away but apparently, Isa wasn’t going to just let him hide. Even if he wanted to. He just didn’t know if what was said was something he was ready to hear. But perhaps he would still be able to handle it. He hoped so. 

 “I don’t know if I’ll be able to meet her with you…” Ollie admitted. “I don’t know if that’s something I have to do alone. But I want you there after I know that.” Honestly Ollie’s eyes drifted from hers a little too scared for potential rejection. But if Isa wasn’t there, maybe his Mother would be completely honest.

ISABEL:

“I’ll be wherever you need me to be.”

Isabel wasn’t here to call the shots. She did not fight to go on this trip to make the decisions. She came to be where Ollie needed her. She was here to be his supportive person because she didn’t want for him to have to go through this all on his own.

It was hard and it was a lot.

Ollie never left her alone when she needed someone beside her, so she wanted to do the same for him. It was also the least she can do considering the hell he always went through with her family.

“I know you can do this.” And she did she had complete faith in her boyfriend. “And after we can go for ice-cream or whatever else you would like even if it’s just staying back at your grandparents’ place.” 

OLLIE: 

Ollie let out a sigh but nodded leaning back into Isabel. Okay so that was there at least. He could do this while not feeling like Isa would be hurt if Ollie couldn’t handle her being in the same room while his bio mom spun her long story.

He could do this.

He hoped.

“I know some good ice cream places. There was one I’d always get treats from whenever we had the money.” Admittedly sometimes the owners let him slip by too so Ollie would love to give back to them a little bit. 

We are beginning our descent. Please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated.

ISABEL: 

Isabel wrapped her arms around Ollie the minute he leaned into her. She kept him cuddled in a hug until it didn’t appear she was able to as the captain made his announcement regarding the plane descent.

She laughed a little looking down at Ollie and placing a soft kiss on his head.

“I would happily keep you wrapped in my arms because I love this but I think that we’ll get scolded if we don’t take our own seats with a seatbelt that I have heard is suppose to help in keeping us safe.” 

Regrettably, she let Ollie go as she went ahead in placing her seat belt on.

“But I would love to get to go to that ice-cream place.”

OLLIE: 

Ollie let out a groan before he pulled back and sat down buckling both his seat belts and making sure Isa did the same before throwing a quick glance to her guards. They were fine though Ollie doubted he really had to look into them.

The trip to New York had gone quicker then he expected the same thing had happened when the pair of them had landed. They were ushered into a car and driven down to Ollie’s grandparents where they were met with food and rooms for everyone. (Though Ollie and Isa were allowed to stay together) Go cool grandparents so while Ollie and Isa were shown their room Ollie looked out the window to the car that would drive them to his own Mother. 

This was beyond strange. How many times had he imagined this when he was growing up and now he was.

But he could only do that for so long before he realized he was being a bad boyfriend and kind of ignoring Isa as he slipped into his own mind. 

“I’m sorry. I’m getting lost in my head.” Ollie whispered turning to try and smile at Isa.

ISABEL:

Ollie’s grandparent’s place was massive! 

It wasn’t anything Isabel hadn’t been around in, she grew up a princess after all, you know before a psychopathic sorceress took over Avalor. This wasn’t new to her, still the place was massive! 

And Ollie’s grandparents were sweethearts! Sometimes people loaded with as much money as it seemed Ollie’s grandparents had tended to be snobby and rude, but that was definitely not the case with Ollie’s grandparents. 

Thankfully so because meeting adults made Isa somewhat nervous and she had remained very attached to Ollie for the first part of the day.

The food was delicious, even her guards were thrilled by it and the day winded down. Soon, they were shown to their room, yes their room as in her and her boyfriend will be sharing a room.

Elena was going to have a cow when she found that out, but Isa wasn’t upset about it.

“No it’s okay.” She said walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around him. She placed her chin on the crook of Ollie’s neck. “I know that feeling. I always live in my head. I don’t know how you manage to pull me out every so often.” 

OLLIE: 

Ollie let out a small laugh although the sound wasnt as full as a laugh should probably be. “I dunno. It's not that hard really. I just offered one of my award winning smiles and just like that I have won you over.” Ollie joked tilting his cheek so he rested his cheek on the top of her head. 

“Thank you for being here none the less. It means a lot.” Ollie knew potentially he was putting too much on her. He just hadnt had anyone else to ask. He needed to get out of his stupid bubble. “It means the world to me.” Ollie whispered pulling her to the bed and just flopping down, bringing her with him.

ISABEL:

Isabel was brought to bed, her body happily hitting the softness of the mattress. She hadn’t realized how tiring the flight was until her body relaxed completely over the bed. It felt wonderful. She easily found herself slipping into Ollie’s arms cuddling close to him. 

These were one of her favorite parts of any day, whenever she could be held by her boyfriend. 

Isa started laughing a little as she turned her head to look up at Ollie. “You’re such a loser because your smile isn’t all that great.” She teased her lips turned up into a grin. “Okay maybe they are, a tiny bit. A small minuscule of a bit. I’m a very weak person.”

She laughed again leaning forward a little so that she can give Ollie a kiss. “And I’m glad I’m here. I want to be there whenever you need me to be.”

OLLIE: 

Ollie let out a laugh ruffling her hair and making sure she looked like a right mess too. It was fun. And at least he could distract himself with it. “You’re not very weak. You’re strong and my smile is just as strong.” Ollie whispered as the distance between them slowly dropped.

“Even if your sister continues to dislike me?”

ISABEL:

Isabel scrunched her features giving Ollie a playful face for all the ruffling that he was doing. For a moment there, she would have laughed too except that her thoughts had now started wandering off to Elena. Her teeth began to gnaw at her inner cheek, her eyes even dropping a bit.

“I’m sorry that she does. I really hate that she does.”

And she did. It often times hurt Isa more than anything else every time she saw the discontent Elena held for Ollie. Doing her best to brush those emotions aside, Isa lifted her features back up to a smile.

“But yes, even if she continues to dislike you. It wouldn’t change anything for me.” 

OLLIE: 

“I know I’m making mistakes too which doesn’t make it easy.” Ollie admitted, he was the one that kidnapped her apparently? Not that he ever meant to. She needed space and he sure as hell felt like he needed to help.

He needed to stop focusing on that though. 

“Come on. Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

~~~TIME JUMP ~~~

Ollie couldn’t believe he was doing this in anyway. He couldn’t believe that him and Isa were standing outside his Mother’s house. At that she had a huge house. He had been living on the street while she was here living like this.

It made his heart pound and his hatred well grow immensely. 

Squeezing Isa’s hand Ollie moved to ring the door bell when the door opened and he was left looking in his mother’s eyes. The eyes that looked like his.

“Oliver? What are you doing here?” She spoke and Ollie’s eyes trailed down to the small girl hiding behind his mother.

“I dunno. I figured I’d surprise you in your home instead of you ambushing me at school. Returning the favour.” Ollie spat.

ISABEL:

Isabel had no clue as to what to expect in this visit and that left her rather anxious on the inside. Normally, she was the type of person who planned everything. She knew a, b, and c to all she was going to do before she did it. It always made her feel at ease when she can see something perfectly systematically. 

This visit, however, she didn’t have control of nor was it really for her. She was here to support, but as she heard the indignation that heavily coated Ollie’s voice she knew there that things could be getting bumpy during this visit. 

She of course didn’t blame Ollie at all. As far as she was concerned, he had every right to all of his emotions when it came to his biological mother. She had abandoned him and from the looks of her house… well it wasn’t for monetary reasons. 

Isa felt the squeeze in her hand and instantly responded with another squeeze of her own hoping it would bring Ollie some measure of comfort.

The brunette’s eyes fell over the little girl that was hiding quietly behind Ollie’s mother. She was adorable and Isa couldn’t help but to look at Ollie now silently asking him if she was his sister.

OLLIE: 

Lucy tried to hold her ground but the thing was, she couldn’t. Any time she came face to face with Ollie she deflated. She tried and she tried to tell herself she had done what they both needed.

And now she had Abbey. The little girl that Lucy tried to usher away even as Ollie gave Isa a smile and a nod standing just a touch infront of her because this was a lot he was putting on her to deal with. 

“Does she even know she has a brother or did you erase me from her life as well as yours?” Ollie questioned with a raised eyebrow watching as Lucy tried to gain her strength back.

“I never erased you. I lost you and we missed you, Oliver. We missed you every day but it was painful to talk about you so no Abbey does not know about you and I would prefer to keep it that way if you’re going to act like this.” Lucy stated pushing the girl further inside the house. “You were a child that got lost. And that woman poisoned your mind to think that we were the bad guys, if I could have taken you back the moment I saw you I would have. But Oliver, sweetheart you would have hated me. I had no choice but to leave you there. To trust you would come see me when you were an adult and look you’re here now so we can know one another. We can really be a mother and her son. You don’t have to go back. We have everything that you could ever need here and we would have each other.” Lucy stated reaching out and touching Oliver’s arm and Ollie pulled back immediately.

“My name is Ollie not that you’re allowed to use it. And My Mother did not poison me against you. You poisoned me against you because I remember what happened. I completely remember what happened. And if you don’t remember you’re the one that ran away from Swynlake. Lillian and Richard stayed and guess what I have a relationship with them.” Ollie spat out though his hand was shaking at this point and his voice was wavering. Even after all this time Lucy wouldn’t admit she was wrong. She was going to keep spinning the story the way she was going to spin it.

ISABEL:

To note, Isabel has never seen Ollie so angry before. He was always so kind and caring, sweet to her and making sure she was happy. This was a new side that Isa hadn’t witnessed as of yet.

And she wasn’t holding it against him at all.

Logically, Ollie was responding as expected for this sort of situation they were both in front of. The brunette couldn’t believe hearing this woman openly admitting that she hadn’t told her daughter that she had a brother. Isa almost wanted to drop her mouth open in shock.

She didn’t of course, she kept herself composed. 

There was a part of her that couldn’t help wondering if her mother would’ve ever done something like this. She could have with the daughter she had been pregnant with before her death, but this was something Isa couldn’t imagine Lucia doing. Her mother had always been so wonderful to both Isa and Elena. She had been nothing but loving.

Lucy, however, appeared to be nothing of the sort. How could a mother be so cold?

Isa could feel him shaking and it made her heart ache that Ollie had to go through something this. She placed a gentle hand on his forearm allowing her thumb to move side to side in a gentle caress. 

She wanted to make sure that Ollie knew that she was right here for him. He wasn’t alone and if he needed to be pulled out she would be more than happy to provide an excuse and make it look like it was on her rather than him. 

OLLIE: 

Ollie wanted to scoff scream yell and rage. He wanted to do everything. He wanted to ruin her relationship with her daughter and ollie wanted to abandon her like she abandoned him.

"I came here because I have a little sister on the way and I'm going to be part of that kid's life because blood or not shes family. And abbey is blood. Shes family who hasn't done shit all to me. So you can get the fuck out of my life and stay out of my life but if she wants a connection with me. She can have it. Dont worry I wont do anything you'd do where I would poison her against you. I'm not that much of a dick. But I'd imagine unless you're going to run away with her the moment she spends time with her grandparents she'll find out about me. Unless of course you want to admit to Lillian and Richard why you dont want to tell her about me. your choice. But I'm a Twistes as much as I'm a Saluki. And you're going to have to own up to that. Your decision. You deal with the consequences like an adult." Twisting around Ollie smirked taking isa's hand. He hadnt needed to meet his sister to be a good brother to his newest sibling. He needed to stand up to Lucy and prove to himself he was apart of the Saluki clan. That's all he ever needed. 

"By the way. If you ever do see me again. I suggest ignoring me. But if you're going to continue to be the bitch I know you are. Call me by my right name. Oliver Saluki." Ollie spat out walking off that property.

"Come on isa. Time to show you the real New York."

ISABEL: 

Before Isabel knew it, she was being pulled away from Lucy’s door step. She hardly had time to properly process all that Ollie had finished saying to his biological mother. She was pretty sure that Lucy herself hardly had time, but she assumed that Ollie had gotten all he needed to say off his chest.

The brunette quickly followed in Ollie’s footsteps making sure she caught up.

While she was very excited to get to know the city (she has always wanted to see NYC) Isa wanted to make sure that Ollie was okay. This whole visit was a lot, and she knew that it had to take a lot to be able to stand up to one’s biological mother in the way Ollie had.

In fact, Isa was pretty sure she has yet to hear Ollie curse until now. The brunette wondered if she could reach such boiling points and then she remembered back to when she yelled and her family and called them all crazy. 

She supposed she could then. Looking at Ollie now, she gently squeezed his hand giving him a kind and warm smile.

“Are you okay? I know that had to be a lot. If it’s easier to see the city tomorrow I’ll be okay with that.”

OLLIE:

There were a lot of feelings swirling in Ollie's chest at the moment. There was still a lot of anger and resentment. But there was also relief.

"New York was my own for a long time. I think seeing all the little things again will help." Ollie offered giving Isa a smile and leaning over to kiss her head.

"I thought that would be less… I dunno volatile… " Ollie supplied with a shrug. "Thanks for being there either way." Ollie couldn’t be more thankful that she had come and had been willing to see that part of him and not flinch back. That would forever mean everything to him.