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rome5683 · 4 years ago

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My Secret Mate - Chapter One

-this is an original piece, not a work of fanfiction-

I sighed to myself, slightly dreading what today would bring as I sat up in bed. I started getting ready, thinking of what would happen by the end of my birthday. The thought of having someone to love wasn't troubling, but not being able to choose who they were was. I didn't mind about gender, but their personality. What if they liked country, or if they hated reggaeton? What if they were human?

Human mates weren't exactly rare, but also not very common at all. It was just harder to explain, harder to connect with certain things, though many others with human mates in my pack made it look easy. It must be horrible, maybe. Would it really matter? As soon as I found my mate, I'd be like a hormonal and love-driven twelve year old all over again. It wasn't always something to look forward to, but when I would look at the pairs in my pack, I longed for that understanding and love.

I stepped out of the steaming shower, drying myself off with a towel before applying some lotion. Hygiene was important, after all. I put my boxers on, then flossed and brushed my teeth as hard as I could. Anything could happen today.

Mouth wash, cologne, a black crew neck and ripped black jeans later, I was almost ready for today. I slipped on some black doc martens, before glancing myself at the mirror and undecided about what to do with my hair. It was a black and curly mess, but I simply ruffled it and shrugged it off.

I walked downstairs, slightly confused when I saw my mom and dad bickering over something in whisper. I was used to tuning people out to be polite, and it was rude to eavesdrop even though we couldn't help hearing what everybody was up to most of the time. Instead of trying to listen in, I speculated it was about the party I planned for tonight, they promised to stay away for the night after opening up the party with ground rules and cutting the birthday cake. I had passed out fliers last week, so a lot of people from the pack and my high school were going. I was excited, the big eighteen was here, but I was still dreading finding my mate. What if they were cruel? What if they rejected me first? They were too many factors that had me buzzing with nervousness.

Mom gave me a stern look as I sat down in front of a plate of pancakes, "Xavi," her small accent barely showed on the usual, but when she said my name like that, it was prominent. The usual spelling of my popular name was with a 'J', but my mom decided to be original and put an 'X' instead. Most kids pronounced it wrong which I didn't mind, but if my mom heard them pronounce it differently, she would lose her shit. "I know it's your birthday, but you still need to eat your oats and your vegetables." She placed a bowl of oatmeal and a different bowl of carrots in front of me.

I groaned, "Can't you just give me bacon like dad?"

My dad smirked, biting into the strip of his bacon with a satisfied moan. I rolled my eyes and my mom shrugged, "Or we could cancel the party. It's up to you."

I scowled, biting the carrot with emphasized distaste. It was funny at times, how my petite mom could control us so easily with a simple look or statement, but she was no joke. She was the scariest, most loving mother around. The fact I was having this party was a miracle, but I guess she was feeling extra loving when she had said yes. Or maybe she thought it'd be better to find my mate with everybody from school there.

"So, you excited for today?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Yeah. I mean, it's gonna be the biggest party ever. And right at the beginning of October, it's gonna be sick."

My dad scoffed, "You know that's not what she meant."

My mom sucked in her teeth, scolding me. "Are you seriously not looking forward to meeting your mate?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. I mean, I don't wanna be someone I'm not just because I met them. Do I even have a choice in loving them? If I reject them, pain. If they reject me, pain. What's the point? Why is this even a thing?"

My dad sighed, "I know what you mean. Your mom and I had a very complicated start, but it worked out. It can suck, feeling like you don't have a choice at times. But the moon goddess knew what she was doing, and we're really good together."

"But it's like they have control over you!" I felt the frustration engulf me, making me dread the moment I'd meet them. "Everything they do is gonna affect me, and it just isn't fair."

My mom placed a hand on my shoulder as I continued to eat, and my parents were silent as I stood up to put my dishes in the sink. The whole tension dissipated as my two siblings walked into the room, and my parents perked up. Monsè entered the room with a yawn, all dressed up for school in a baggy sweater and skinny jeans. She was fifteen, and usually rode with me to school. My brother, Lance, was just sixteen, a year and a couple months older than Monsè, and liked to ride with his friend Keith.

"Good morning!" My mom chirped as she placed their plates on the table, asking if they were going to attend the party and that if they screwed up anything, to make sure to let her know because she hated secrets.

I motioned to my sister to hurry up as I got my backpack by the door, and got the keys from a little dish next to the couch. I leaned against the arm of the sofa, taking out my phone and texting Lindsay to wait for me to pick her up before she went to school. She was my best friend, and was practically my sandbox buddy since we were four. I usually went to her before anyone else, she had a good level-head on her shoulders, and was better for asking advice than most of my other male friends. I also made sure to text Trent, my other good friend and his sister, Bella, my occasional hook-up (make-out session) when I was lonely, to meet up at our usual cafe. They were all werewolves, so it was easy to confide and trust in them. A tap on the shoulder made me turn, and I ruffled my sister's hair. "Let's get going, gremlin."

She whispered with a scowl, "Yeah, okay bitch."

"MONSE! YOU BETTER PRAY YOU GET IN THE CAR BEFORE I GET TO YOU!"

Her eyes widened before she sprinted out the door, and I chuckled as I followed her into the car. My car was a truck, so it was a little difficult for Monsè to climb in the passenger side, but she managed. I connected my phone to the aux cord and put my playlist on. My sister rolled her eyes as 'Take Me Out' by Franz Ferdinand played, though I could see her tapping her feet to the beat which made me smirk.

Lindsay jumped in the backseat with ease, "Hey, boomer. Hey, Monsè."

"Hey, Lindsay!" Monsè chirped energetically and turned around, smiling with a blush spreading over her cheeks.

I laughed, "Where's my gift?"

"Oh." She pretended to pull something out of her backpack, then pulled out her middle finger with a Cheshire grin. "Almost forgot."

Monsè laughed, holding the back of her hand against her mouth.

"Oh, thanks. Was missing that in my life, actually." I looked in the rear view mirror, noticing she didn't have her seatbelt. I kept driving down the street towards the cafe, it was an hour before school, around six pm, which was why the street wasn't that full and I felt confident to be able to pull a prank on her.

"Brake check!" I suddenly braked as I pulled into the lot, having Lindsay hit her head on the passenger seat with a loud screech. Monsè gasped, her seatbelt scratching against her neck as she was pulled forward.

"Agh! Son of a bitch-"

"Xavi! What the hell?" Monsè gave me a dirty look.

"I'm so sorry, guys. You okay?" I made my voice sound sickening sweet, and high pitched in order to sound as fake as possible. Monsè snickered lowly, not wanting to be so upfront about laughing at Lindsay. Lindsay was somewhat of a role model for her, and they talked all the time. I low-key suspected Monsè had a crush on her, which was cute but slightly sad since Lindsay was way too old for her. But, who knows?

We pulled up to our usual cafe at the corner of Maple and Lunescape. I parked in front, all of us talking about what we'll order when we get inside as we got off the car.

Lindsay huffed, "See, I haven't tried the pecan pie shake, but I also haven't tried the Pumpkin Maple Syrup Mocha, which I hear a lot of good things about.

I hummed in thought, "Well, it depends who you're hearing this from. They could be trying to sabotage you."

Monsè scoffed, "And why would they do that, Xavi?"

I shrugged, "Hey, you never know. Plus, pecan is a legit flavor and it can never really do you wrong."

Lindsay sighed, "Yeah, but I get pecan like every other day. I've never tried the pumpkin one... Oh, the tough choices in life. They plague me."

Monsè chuckled, "However will you survive?"

I shook my head as I held the door to the cafe open for them, "You're too indecisive. Just go for it if it's bothering you that badly. If anything, I'll drink it if you don't like the pumpkin."

Lindsay gasped, "Oh my god, yes!"

She raced to the counter along with Monsè as I saw Trent and Bella wave me over to their booth. I approached them with a grin, giving Trent a high five and a fist bump, while nodding my head towards Bella in acknowledgement.

"Trent. Bells. How's everything?" I sat across from them, scooting towards the window.

Trent shrugged, "Nothing new. How about you, birthday boy? Excited to find your mate?"

Bells smiled, "Happy birthday, by the way."

"Thanks." I glanced over to Lindsay and Monsè to see them walking over with our drinks and pastries, "About the mate thing, it's whatever. Whether it happens or not, I'm fine."

Trent scoffed, "You're so weird, sometimesc. Everyone else in the pack looks forward to this their whole lives." He took an angry bite of his chocolate muffin, then swallowed before continuing. "I mean, even humans write stories about this kinda shit!"

Lindsay giggled as she squeezed into the booth on my side with Monsè, "Talking about mates again?"

I glanced at Bella, noticing she was intentionally staying silent. She looked up at me and blushed suddenly when our eyes met. I looked away, sighing exasperatedly. "Dude, I just don't think it's cool how we're forced to love someone. We have no choice but to be attracted to them."

Monsè groaned, "Because they're perfect for you!"

"Well, it's not really love at first sight. It's more like you subtly like them, and as you get to know them, you start to fall in love. Like normal people. Just think of it as a suggestion that they might be good for you." Bella smiles encouragingly, placing a hand on mine. "I'm sure your mate will be lovely."

I hastily pulled away, annoyed with the conversation. Seeing the slight expression of hurt on her face from the corner of my eye made me feel guilty, but I ignored the feeling. "I'm just gonna flat-out reject them, I honestly don't care."

Trent winced, "Isn't that supposed to be super painful?"

"He's always been a masochist." Lindsay rolled her eyes, sipping her Pumpkin Maple Syrup Mocha with glee.

Bella murmured under her breath, "Not really."

Everyone suddenly groaned, and I gave a small and playful glare to Bella.

Monsè faked a gag, "I just started my life. Please don't make me commit the 'not-alive' so soon."

Trent made a low growl, pulling his head back and closing his eyes as he faced the ceiling in an overdramatic manner. "Please tell me you guys aren't fooling around anymore. I do not wanna picture that."

Silence. He glared pointedly at me, "Are you?”

I stayed quiet, simply eating my strawberry and cheese croissant as I also avoided eye contact.

Trent cursed, "Fuck, man! Dude, she's my twin! How could you make out with someone that looks like me?"

I gave him a deadpanned stare as I sipped my boysenberry pie shake. The only sound was the slurping from my straw, and Trent narrowed his eyes at my both nonchalant and smug face. Bella looked at him confused, "We're fraternal, not identical."

He scowled, "Identical or not, this stops today. One, you guys are gonna have mates who you might not reject. Two, she's my sister. It's not cool, man. Three, do you not remember why you guys stopped fooling around in the first place?"

Bella's glared at her brother, "That was before."

Trent gave her a deadpanned stare this time, "Sure it was."

I shook my head, hating the awkward atmosphere that suddenly entered the booth. Last year, Bella had caught feelings during our arrangement, which caused a lot of confusion for me, and hurt for her. I ended it promptly after a huge scolding from her brother about playing around with her. He was the future beta of our pack, so I had to listen. But then she said she was over it now, so of course I believed her, since she was also a beta and somewhat had to believe her. But I wasn't that sure now.

I broke the awkward silence, "It's not like I'm sleeping with her, Trent. And even if I wanted to, I'm gonna reject my mate today. Maybe then I could choose who I wanna be with, whether it be physically or for life."

He took another angry bite, speaking with his mouth full, "Anf shwat if she doeshnt reshect hersh?"

I shrugged, "Thats up to her. Either way, I'd be free to do what I want."

Bella smiled to herself, and I cursed internally. I didn't want to hurt her, and I almost wanted to call it quits right then and there, but not for the reason you think, not for my 'mate'. Even though I could be physically 'lonely', it didn't mean I wanted to be forced to be with someone, whether it be Bella or my mate. The worst part was, there was no guarantee that I could reject my mate. Though I was determined to, there's no way to be able to predict what I'll think or act when I meet them. Though, the same thing could happen with Bella, so in reality, we were both in the same boat. Except I didn't have feelings for her in that way, I didn't have a desire to be in a relationship with her. She is physically appealing, but that was it. Sometimes I thought there was something wrong with me, she was kind and smart. Who wouldn't fall in love with her?

Me.

Lindsay changed the subject with ease, "So who's ready for that statistics test today?"

Trent groaned, "Is that today?"

Monsè went on her phone, not entirely interested or knowledgeable about what we were talking about since she was two grades lower than us. Bella shrugged, "I take AP calculus, so can't relate.

I smirked, "I studied, hard."

Lindsay raised an eyebrow, "That's a first."

I shrugged, "I wanna change my fate. I'm changing my life, one step at a time." Trent snickered as he heard my claims, "First, better than average grades. Second, no mate."

Monsè laughed, "Good luck with that one."

I scowled, "Mark my words. By the end of today, my mate is going to be rejected."

Monsè gave a cynical smile and a thumbs up, "Yeah, you're cool." Her smile dropped into a stoic face, "Can we go to school now before we're late? We've been here for forty minutes-"

I nodded, grabbing my keys and shooing them, Lindsay and Monsè, off my side of the booth. Trent and Bella stood up, walking with us outside.

"How about we make a bet Lindsay?"

She huffed, "You really think you'll win?"

I raised my eyebrows up and down with a grin, "Whoever gets a higher grade on the statistics test wins. Whoever loses has to drink five shots of tequila tonight."

Lindsay smirked, "You're on, bitch."

"Hell yeah." Trent patted me on the shoulder, "I'll join you guys in that."

I shook my head, knowing there was barely a chance for him to win. Not that he was an idiot or anything, but he didn't really try a lot in school. He rarely studied, but he always managed to get a passing grade. A higher score than Lindsay or me, though? Not really. "You know you only wanna take shots."

He shrugged, "Maybe. Or maybe I just wanna beat your ass."

I sighed, "Never gonna happen."

Trent chuckled, "What if I used my awesome beta powers to force you to lose?"

I scoffed, "They're barely worth anything. I'd just tell Ryder you're abusing your power."

Ryder was our pack's, which was named Blood Moon after his great-grandfather's threatening intimidating ways, future alpha. He was cool, and we hung out with him every other day, but right now he was out of town with his parents for a little family bonding. Since he was going to find his mate soon, his parents wanted to spend some more time with him. That's what they told the pack, at least, but Trent had told me that there might have been more to it, like how the humans were suspicious of something. I didn't pay too much mind, Trent was known to have conspiracy theories from time to time.

"He'd just join me!" Trent laughed.

I grinned as I unlocked the car for Lindsay and Monsè, "Fuck yeah, he would. But at least then it'd be a fair fight."

Trent flipped me off as he unlocked his car too, opening the door for his sister. "Race you to school?"

I shrugged as I sat down and closed the door, starting the car. I rolled the window down with a nonchalant expression, "For twenty?"

"I'm feeling charitable. Make it forty."

I smirked, "On your mark."

His face went into panic as he raced to his side, "I'm not even in the car yet-"

I raised a brow, "Get set."

He jumped into the driver's side, slamming the door.

"Go!" His engine roared to life as I reversed out of the lot, swerving to go forward towards the school. I wasn't confident I'd win, his car was faster than mine, which was why I cheated and took a small head start. He had a black sports car, I didn't really know what kind and I didn't care. My truck could be fast if I pushed the limit, which was okay since there wasn't a lot of people on the road. Save for some here and there.

Trent passed me with ease, smirking my way. I huffed, pressing the gas harder.

Lindsay held onto the dash board, "Damn, you really wanna win, huh?"

Monsè chuckled, "It's nice to see how testosterone can be fun."

I clenched my jaw, focused on the cars ahead of us. I didn't wanna break any laws besides maybe the speed limit, so I changed lanes to the right. It was a small detour, but with the red light, I could turn into another street and possibly beat him.

I laughed as I turned into another street, him stuck on the same one. I turned left, waiting for the green light, then left again. I sped more seeing the school just ahead, skidded just ahead of Trent's car, and into the lot with ease.

I parked right by the entrance, turning off the engine as I hopped out of the car. I saw Trent's car pull into the space next to me right after I pulled into mine, and I grinned smugly as I leaned against my car. He sighed, closing his car door and sauntered over with hurt pride.

"Listen..."

I held back a laugh, biting my lip. "I'm all ears."

"You're an asshole. And you cheated so..."

I held my hands up, "You never spoke about any rules, so..."

"Well-"

"Yeah?"

"I don't have forty on me right now-"

"What do you have, Trent?" I furrowed my brows, and squared my shoulders. I was putting on a front, of course. I held my hand out expectantly.

Lindsay placed her arm on my left shoulder as she cocked her head, "Yeah, Trent. What do you have?"

Monsè and Bella walked over, grinning at the spectacle. Trent wasn't always one to lose in our races, so it was a rare sight to see, which was why I was being so smug.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, pulling a twenty and a ten out of his wallet. He slapped them into my hand, "Fuck you."

I smiled, "Maybe when I reject my mate."

Trent playfully punched my shoulder, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

Lindsay shook her head, "You guys are something else."

Bella patted my shoulder, "So, you guys are a cute couple."

"Hey. Are you making fun of us?" We walked through the door and into the first hallway, and the faintest smell of something amazing filled my nose. I couldn't tell what it was, but something in me just had to find out.

"Maybe." She held her hands behind her back with a sly smile, "So wanna meet up during study hall?"

My wolf stirred, his gruff voice echoing in my mind. Mate. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. I could sense it. They were here.

"Hey, man. You good?" Trent's voice faded into the background.

I don't know what it was that made me ignore her and lightly jog down the hall. When I turned into another hallway, the smell got stronger, and I jogged a little faster. I could detect apple cinnamon, but not the strong kind, the kind you eat in oatmeal, and maybe some... I couldn't pinpoint the other smell. I walked into another hallway, I wasn't even focused on where I was at this point, and came up to a row of lockers. One locker was open, and I knew the smell was coming from there... from them.

The locker closed. My breath hitched, and I saw the most beautiful male I've ever seen in my life. I could hear my inner wolf howl at the sight of him. His hair was chocolate brown, and a straight, disheveled mess. He had a slight fade on the side of his hair, and his eyes were a solid dark green. His complexion was slightly pale but very clear, with prominent cheekbones, and with the slightest plump to his lips. His jaw was pretty clean, not super sharp to stand out, but enough to be defined. He wasn't much shorter than me, maybe by an inch, and his stature was slightly less muscular than mine. He was wearing a blue long sleeved v-neck, blue skinny jeans, and some vans. He looked to me, startled to see me blatantly staring at him, and I blinked in realization. Oh god. Oh no, fuck no. He's human. I can't just reject him without being a weirdo now. Why? I didn't expect my mate to be so... fucking ravishing. That's not the point. Jesus help me.

"Hey! Um, you must be wondering what I'm doing here... staring at you."

He let out a melodic laugh during the awkward tension, "A little bit, yeah."

"Well, I was gonna, um," I came to a blank, speaking without really thinking, "I was wondering if you heard about this party I'm having tonight."

His eyebrows raised a little, "I think I've heard about it, yeah."

"Oh, cool." I leaned against the lockers, biting my lip without really wanting to. I was flirting without even meaning to, "So, you going?"

"Maybe." He shrugged, "I'm not really sure."

I chuckled, "You see, it's my birthday. So you kind of have to go."

He laughed, "Is that so? Happy birthday, then."

"Thanks. Yeah, it'd be kind of a dick move not to go." I liked the playful banter, I felt my heart beat faster, and a warm feeling spread throughout my body.

"What if I want to be a dick?" That made me laugh, maybe a little harder than I should.

"Well... damn. That sucks. I was hoping I'd get to know you." His expression changed from playful to astonished, and maybe a slight blush forming on his face. Maybe. "No. Wait. That came out wrong. I mean, it's my senior year, and I wanna... meet new people. Broaden my horizons..."

"Oh. Yeah, no. I get it." He leaned his shoulder against the locker, tapping his finger against his backpack strap in thought. "Um, I'll think about it."

"Yeah." I walked a little backwards, "You better, because it's my birthday, so..."

He nodded, a smirk lining his face as he turned away. Jesus, even his backside was attractive. I felt a part of me curse, and a part of me felt so elated right now. I wanted to go punch something, to run and jump, I couldn't decide.

The warning bell for first period rang, and I tensed. Statistics was next. I'd have to answer why I ran off, though I suspected they knew the answer why.

I walked in just in time, sitting next to my usual seat next to Lindsay, Trent, and some girl whose name I could hardly remember. She was friendly, I guess.

I looked around, wondering if he was in my class. Was he in any of my other classes? The fact I'd never noticed him before should be illegal. A snap in my face got my attention, and I looked to Lindsay in confusion.

"What's up?" She frowned at me, practically glaring.

"What's up? What do you mean, 'what's up'?" She scoffed, her auburn hair swaying to the side as she looked to Trent as if to make sure she wasn't tripping out. She raised her pierced eyebrow at me, "What was earlier all about?"

I sighed, knowing I couldn't exactly lie to her. I debated on staying quiet, but knew she'd just bother me until I fessed up. "I met them."

She gasped excitedly, "You're kidding!"

"Miss Pierce! Is there something you'd like to share as I do roll-call?" Mr. Damocles was a burly man, frowning as he pushed up his glasses. Trent snickered.

Lindsay sighed, "Sorry, Mr. Damocles."

He continued to do roll-call, and she spoke in a whisper. "So, tell me what happened."

"Tell us." Trent corrected her.

I shook my head, mostly disappointed in my lack of resolve when it came to wanting to reject my mate. "I don't know his name..."

Lindsay's eyes widened, "It's a guy. Oh my god, yes. Was he cute?"

I failed to hide my smile, "Yeah. He had these eyes..." Thinking about them made my stomach do flips, "And his lips. Jesus, I couldn't believe I never noticed him before."

Trent scoffed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You are so whipped. What happened? Did you... you know?"

I looked down, not really knowing if I planned to anymore. If I even wanted to anymore.

"Xavier Ramon."

I raised my hand, signaling my presence. Mr. Damocles continued roll-call, and Lindsay groaned impatiently.

"Well? What happened?"

I scratched the back of my neck, "I, uh..." I closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed as I replayed the scene in my head. "I asked him to the party tonight."

I heard a small chuckle, and I frowned at both Lindsay and Trent. "What?"

She looked to Trent with a grin, "I give it a month before he marks him."

"I give it three." He shrugged, "It takes time to build up a relationship like that."

"It doesn't have to happen during sex, Trent. It can be during a make out session or something."

I scoffed, "Nobody said I was going to accept him right off the bat-"

"But you're not rejecting him either." Trent smugly grabbed paper from the girl passing them out, and passed them to us as well. "So three months it is. Denial is a huge factor."

"I change mine to a month and a half."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, they're human, so it's a little more difficult. Plus, I just wanna know who I'm rejecting before I... reject them."

They both laughed, and I cursed under my breath. This whole mate situation was going to be a bitch.

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novarasalas · 6 years ago

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Second Look Review: The Prisoner’s Dilemma

I had some trouble with this episode, which I’ll detail a bit at the end. Unfortunately, I ended up being a lot more negative about it than I would have liked. I’m hoping it’s not a trend, but...

Well.

Let's get started.

First off, a bit of history on the term “The Prisoner's Dilemma”. Maybe you've heard of this, but it was new to me.

The prisoner's dilemma is a standard example of a game analyzed in game theory that shows why two completely rational individuals might not cooperate, even if it appears that it is in their best interests to do so.

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The prisoner's dilemma game can be used as a model for many real world situations involving cooperative behavior. In casual usage, the label "prisoner's dilemma" may be applied to situations not strictly matching the formal criteria of the classic or iterative games: for instance, those in which two entities could gain important benefits from cooperating or suffer from the failure to do so, but find it difficult or expensive—not necessarily impossible—to coordinate their activities.

So there's that. I was a bit weirded out by the term “prisoner” used on the context of the episode. I had a feeling that it meant something else.

- -

Here's one reason I can't just write this episode off: we're shown what the crew are doing as part of their “liberation mission”.

Also, note what they say here:

Officer: We’ve suffered little to no casualties, but half the fleet has been rendered inoperable.

They make a point to state that there are little to no casualties. It contrasts the previous season, where we see Keith actually kill several people. Now we’re back to no deaths.

Remember this; I’m going to bring it up again in later reviews.

All in all though, I wouldn't’ really call this a mission liberation. It’s more of a take over.

Warlord Lahn would rather die, either way.

Lahn: You’ve attained victory and I accept defeat.

Keith: It doesn’t have to be victory or death.

Also, I wanna bring up something here.

Lahn makes a dig at Keith (and his mom). Keith’s reaction is important because...there is no reaction. He just takes it.

I bring this up because one of the first complaints I saw about season 8 was that Keith, or even Shiro, didn’t tear this guy a new asshole for his insult.

If you didn’t know, that’s not how you do diplomacy. They just took over his base, let him be upset. A younger Keith might have flown into a rage over this. But he’s much more mature now, and with maturation comes not giving in to the urge to fight at every provocation.

The people who complained about that have obviously never worked retail. You wouldn't last a day.

- - -

So Warlord Lahn's lost fleet comes with a surprise.

It's...that thing!

I'd forgotten about it. Remember when we were all theorizing what it was?

Well...we still don't really know what it is. But we do get this explanation:

Keith: Ranveig found the creature in the Quantum Abyss and experimented on it with Lotor’s Quintessence. He trained to to take out his Galran enemies, but...

(Lance is very concerned…)

This struck me as odd. It felt as if we were being told information we already knew. Maybe I forgot?

Let's check Season 5, Episode 5.

Krolia: Warlord Ranveig intercepted an undocumented shipment of quintessence travelling through his territory. He took it for his own and began experimenting with it. It’s more powerful than any quintessence we’ve received from the empire, and it has some very unexpected effects.

Hmmm….not really.

Also, I miss you, Krolia...

I suppose we can take this as confirmation that Ranveig only considered other Galra his enemies, but it's still a bit off.

Once again, to me it feels as if this is being presented as something we already know, and is just being reviewed. But it’s the first we’ve heard of it, save for Krolia’s very vague explanation transcribed above.

It really makes me believe that they intended to do much more with it. Maybe it was supposed to show up again in seasons 6 or 7, but it was cut out for whatever reason.

It really bums me out. This had potential, and I had been looking forward to it.

- - - -

The episode ends on the best possible note: Lahn accepting the Paladins and joining the coalition. This is in no small part thank to Keith, who very obviously saved him, but also Allura.

Yoink!

They saved him even though he yelled at them and said mean things. And for that, the Voltron Coalition are one step closer to legitimizing their status as saviors of the universe.

There’s a lesson here: A true display of kindness and patience can change hearts.

In the end, Team Voltron and the Coalition split up, which is what maybe the should have done in the first place, their motivations not being the same at this point.

And so Voltron leaves behind the Atlas, which is the Castleship replacement. The Castleship replacement being the reason they went back to Earth in the first place.

Hm.

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And here I have some general positive things, cause that’s my whole M.O.

First, I couldn’t GIF it so you’ll just have to watch for yourself, but Keith’s solo encounter with the creature is beautifully animated. Check out that sexy, sexy frame rate!

Second, Keith gets a boomstick.

Third, my man Ryan is here.

He doesn’t say anything, but it’s ok, I love him anyway.

And lastly, major props to Ray Chase as Lahn. I never recognize him in anything, and that’s some amazing range.

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In summary:

Hey, this ones not so great, I know. Not only did real life get in the way of writing this, I just wasn’t feeling it. I always try to present the facts of the story, then move one to my own thoughts, but dammit...try as I might, I got hung up on one thing and couldn’t really move on from it.

The episode is supposed to be about working through your personal feelings in order to pursue the greater good. It has a second smaller plot of dealing with the creature, and an even smaller point of showing us how the Coalition is running its mission.

But, guys...I don’t like the whole “liberation” thing.

This has everything to do with me and the fact that I came of age during the Bush era “watch out or we’ll bring democracy to your country” mindset. Seeing my faves taking out bases and calling themselves the good guys brought back some thoughts I haven’t had in a long time.

I couldn’t let it go.

So, it’s quite possible this was a well done episode. I just didn’t like watching it. I kinda don’t want to watch it again, either.

I do think that the creature is a big waste of opportunity, though.

So what did you think? Am I out of my mind for feeling like this? I haven’t seen anyone else talk about it, so I’m prepared to be the odd one out here.

Next up:

Pidge has a bad trip.

#second look review #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #vld s8 #Keith #voltron Keith #Krolia #Allura #Warlord Lahn #Galra #Shiro #voltron Shiro #voltron meta #long post

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icravestrawberryflavoureddeath · 6 years ago

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Okay here it is

I was gon wait but I feel like I need to get my thoughts on EVERYTHING out before it gets too complicated.

Honerva

Alright, I was totally on board for honerva, not gonna lie. We saw her history, how she fought through it all, what I’m curious about is, it’s not really clear HOW she exactly remembered she’s honerva and not the witch haggar.

I like how we saw how she got her name but there’s so much regarding timelines and ages that just,,, fuck me up? But I mean, sometimes u have to forgive those

But the main thing was, I feel like she was the most developed character in the entire season. I almost wanted to know more about her and what she was thinking. Honestly, all and all, I wish the season was longer or more well,,, organized (something I’ll get into later).

She could step on me. She’s earned the right. Also,,, she’s kind of a snack not gon lie.

Allura

I was gon wait, BUT ITS BOTHERING ME SO MUCH.

I am in love with allura I love her I would fight for her and everything, but this season? Even I was like “okay okay, can we plz hurry up?” She was,, annoying almost? She reminded me of Veronica lodge from Riverdale if that tells you anything.

I understand that there was some sort of whining needed, but,,, it felt,,, uhhhh... yeah.

anD OKAY! Maybe she suddenly liked Lance. I’ll believe that, cuz yes, he grew up so much (something I’ll also get to) but,,, like,,, if I told allura I was in love with her, would she kiss me?? Cuz that’s what it seems like. Anyone tells her they like and she’s like “frickin spunky u tiny man” and kisses them.

She didn’t even want to go with lance originally in the epsiode, romelle, hunk, and lance had to convince her. And it was meant as a “hey my family is making dinner u wanna come?”

Here’s my thing, if they would have written some of the klance moments (yes I’m finally going there) from the past seasons, I would have been all on board!! But as a lance Stan and someone who wants nothing but lance to be happy, this season,,, hurt. Allura was hurting and she wanted to take action, but she was portrayed as,,, whinny, almost selfish(?) and I didn’t like it. Because I LIKE ALLURA! She’s a great character but was not properly used. I didn’t want the entire tension to come down to her dating life. I wanted her to heal, and not have that being her needing a relationship.

And that brings me to my next part, she was hurting. Allura just had everything she thought she knew tangled into a mess and her first reaction? Date Lance. I would have been happy with this if it wasn’t done,,, like it was. And they made their relationship,,, seem,,, I don’t know how to describe it other than,,, forced? I don’t like using that word cuz of what it has meant for this ship but,,, idk I just wish it wasn’t her trying to heal that lead her to it. I wanted her to realize that voltron was her family without having to date lance. Idk I just wanted more

Lance

Now for my boi. I love this man, he’s grown so much, I want nothing more then his happiness, but this season? He wasn’t lance. He was “alluras boyfriend” and that bothered me. Every conversation that wasn’t about the war was about allura. And I get it. U “love” ur girlfriend (of like??? 1-2 months? Max (this well come back to. Again)) but he’s more then that and I don’t think they knew how to write him as a full character on his own.

I had more hopes for lance and it kind of let me down.

He talked with friends?? Allura. He wanted to go somewhere?? Allura. He wanted to- allura. He wasn’t lance, he was alluras boyfriend.

And don’t get me started in the paladins of old “my daughter” bull shit. I rolled my eyes so hard at that.

They wanted to makeup for seasons of rudeness within one season. And it was messy

Also,, WHY IS HE NOW ALTEAN?????? I’m sorry but it’s really strange.

Keith

I would talk about Keith but HE WAS JIST SHOUTING FORM VOLTRON AND THE. YEETING OUT. WTF

Like honestly, there was a lot I wanted to be covered, shit like the Bayard thing with lance, opening up more, more about his time with his mom but what did we get?? Just one note Keith (until lance which we’ll get to. I say that a lot).

Also someone get that boy a haircut

Speaking of haircuts - Matt and Pidge

This is a small list so their gonna be together.

HEWWO?? pidges hair in the beginning and her as the 80s pidge?? I loved that!! She honestly was one of my favourites this season.

Also MATHMATICS HOLT WTF U DOIN WITH THAT HAIR??! U cut off the locks of peRFECTION!

No but seriously, I wish there was more Mathew but that family picture and small scenes were amazing, I was just so happy with everything with pidge and Matt and I cry

Kinkade and the others

I say others cuz it’s background characters. But kinkade and his video? I cried the entire time for no reason other then I love that man.

Acxa was amazingly perfect to join the rag tag group of background characters. Veronica and acxa? Gay. Veronica has strong bi energy like lance and I wanted her and acxa to just get together.

James and kinkade? Gay. That’s it

LESBEENS!!!

Ships

U knew it was comin! I’ll make separate posts about the ships all together later (if I do) but seriously, voltron was like “fuck you and your grandma. Shut the fuck up” and then through a brick at us.

Also, they straight up said (multiple times) that lance allura and Keith were a love triangle. Like bitch???

And while allurance was kind of shitty and very in your face, she still kind of spoke down to him??

And like, the only two times lance and Keith spoke it was so soft and wholesome and,,, that’s why I ship klance???

He helped him with alluras death and DAMN they really did that huh?

I had a theory that klance was supposed to happen, but somewhere along the line they said “yeah, no” and had to rewrite it and allurance was the only way to go and that would explain a lot. It wasn’t a ship planned. It was thrown together like a collage students essay two hours before the deadline. U can tell they tried, just not enough.

Shiros man btw was is clear day date and that’s some cute shit

Plot

I wish they would have converted the honerva story line in the previous seasons so it wasn’t so,,, jumbled.

There were parts were I would zone out for a second and get so lost on the plot and who everyone was

Also thicc voltron/atlas was kinda,,, strange,, but I mean, when you meant to kill shiro and now u have him for the last season, u just hot glue that bitch to the final season script.

It was everywhere and no where at once. I felt like I was about to start watching fucking twilight in space at that point.

They called back a lot of old plot points but some had me going “whomest the fuck is u?” And some made me happy.

I wanted lowhore to come back officially not gon lie.

I WANTED THE BIG LANCE AND KEITH FIGHT SO BAD AND I WAS ROBBED

there’s so many problems with this season that would have been fixed with proper editing and timing

Conclusion

It felt like they started a story and knew what they wanted. But got half way and realized it wouldn’t work. They had to try and create a different ending with what they had made and this was the result. Messy, strange, and kind of hard to follow. There were times when animation fell flat ( that one screen shot of Veronica’s face real close up when her and acxa spoke) and times when, it felt like fan service (for who? Who knows). It would have been better if the show was episodic and not every four months a new season came out. It was rushed for released and it showed in the quality.

I wish it would have been better, everything we wanted, but that never was on option and we should have been prepared for that. But what can u do.

#voltron #voltron season 8 #season 8 spoilers #voltron spoilers #keith kogane #klance #keith #lance #lance mcclain #keith (voltron)#shiro #lotor

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martiansonearth · 6 years ago

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Day 6: Lazy afternoon

Klancetober 2018

List of prompts X by Ikimaru

Link if you want to read it in AO3

A day late again... I’ll try to catch up, I promise.

Open in AO3 if you want to read the notes I wrote on this one. The reasons I had to write this fic.

Enjoy!

Summary: Lance wakes up feeling a little off; it hasn't happened in a while. Is not terrible, and he knows he’ll get by, he always does. Luckily for him, Keith is now there to help him ease his worries if only a little.

Meet me halfway

Lance knew something was off with him the minute he woke up that morning to the early alarm of the ATLAS. And he dreaded the feeling because today... today he needed to be productive, he needed to be there and help, because today he was needed.

So he got up anyway, even if the persistent feeling of constantly being out of place crept through his bones and every single cell of his body. He couldn't tell what exactly was off, or why was he feeling that way, because he just didn't know, he really didn't.

He fought it though, his stubborn mind fought it to do what needed to be done that day. And it was somehow funny because that part of him was trying to convince himself so hard that it was going to pass as long as he kept busy, but the other part of him was telling him to just let go. And it was a lost battle for that last part of his mind, the one he didn't want to listen to, was absolutely right about this.

And he knew.

He needed to let go, if only for today.

So after having breakfast and checking his schedule for today, he decided to listen, and just went back to bed.

Cancel everything, he told Shiro. And Shiro, bless his soul, didn't question him, probably because he knew how it felt to wake up like that.

And as he laid on his bed, completely covered, he could feel the fogginess in his mind. It wasn't sadness, no, he wasn't sad, nor depressed either, he just felt inexplicably off. He wanted to say it was something like numbness, but not quite that.

And he couldn't even get frustrated about it, because it’s just wasn't there.

He stared at the ceiling. Not really thinking or over-thinking anything, just staring blankly. Time just passing by. And there was some weight that traveled through his body, remaining in different parts from time to time. His mind, his gut, his throat, to finally stay on his chest.

Such a strange feeling.

He felt so exhausted, but his body vibrated with a weird energy. It didn't make him anxious, which was something. He actually felt calm. Like two sides of a coin, he was two opposites at the same time. And how weird was it that he felt like he was living a dream, like this wasn't actually real... like he was just floating by. But at the same time, he knew that if he somehow found his way into the ocean he would sink to the very bottom. Which was not a particularly bad feeling, he thought. It was soothing. A little nostalgic even.

Everything peacefully still. He let himself be at the bottom. Tomorrow he was going to be fine.

A knock on the door made him open his eyes from the daydreaming.

'Lance?'

It was Keith, he smiled.

'Can I come in?' he asked, the hesitation heavy in his voice.

The door opened and Keith came inside. Lance was still staring at the ceiling, in the same position he had been... for hours he guessed.

'Hey' Lance smiled at him, but it didn't reach his eyes.

'Hey... didn't see you this morning' He frowned at Lance, sitting on the edge of the bed.

'Yeah... I came back to bed after breakfast' Lance said, avoiding Keith's gaze.

'Something wrong? Shiro told me you were not going to attend today's briefing'

'I'm just not really feeling it today, that's all' Lance shrugged.

'Oh...' Keith mouthed. He looked at Lance and there were only a few seconds before Keith was taking his boots and jacket off. He motioned Lance to move over and got himself inside the bed, besides Lance.

'What are you even...' Lance chuckled.

Keith turned to his side, looking at him.

'Can I do something? to make you feel better, I mean' he asked, serious.

'What? No, Keith' And he turned to his side too, facing Keith 'I don't feel bad, I just... don't feel?' He said, uncertain. 'I can't really... I don't know why I'm feeling this way, or what am I supposed to be feeling'

And they both had that same confused expression on their faces. Lance smiled and gave him a tender kiss.

'Is not bad, or good,... is just what it is'

Keith nodded.

'Can I stay here for the rest of the day, with you then? only if that's okay with you though' He asked.

'You would do that?' Lance beamed.

Keith kissed him softly.

'Of course' He then hugged Lance tightly and entangled their legs together.

And Lance felt a new weight inside his chest, but it was a completely different emotion. Something that overwhelmed him in a good warm way.

Lance hugged him back and let himself go in the feeling of comfort Keith gave him.

And they stayed like that for hours. Quiet, and breathing calmly, falling asleep from time to time, or lazily kissing each other.

'Hey, Keith?' Lance tried to look behind him, as Keith was spooning him.

'Mmm?' Keith tightened his arms around Lance and nuzzled his nose on his neck.

Lance chuckled. 'That tickles' and he tried to turn around but Keith wouldn't let him.

'Can I ask you a favor?'

'Yes, you can' Keith lifted his head to look at Lance, who met him with hesitant eyes. 'You know you can ask me anything' He assured.

'This is going to sound weird... but, can you lay on top of me?'

Keith frowned, confused.

'You know... like... if I lay on my back... can you lay on top-I mean-Am I making any sense?' Lance blurted, a little upset at himself for not knowing how to say something correctly.

'Hey' Keith looked at Lance and pushed him against the bed, passing one of his legs to the other side of Lance, so he was now straddling him.

'Do you want me to put my head on your chest or-'

'No, just line yourself with me and... rest your head beside mine'

Keith did as he was told, and rested his entire weight on top of Lance. Lance crossed his arms behind Keith and suddenly felt so much better.

Somehow having Keith's weight on him, kinda crushing him down, was very soothing and comfortable.

He felt safe, in a weird familiar way.

'Is it working?' Keith asked, already knowing part of the answer as he could feel Lance more relaxed under him.

'Oh, yes' He mumbled, taking a deep breath and giving in even more to the sensation.

In doing that Lance noticed a familiar smell.

'Have you been using my shampoo?' he asked.

'You left it in my bathroom the other day'

'Oh, so that's where it went... couldn't bother to give it back?' Lance grumbled, in a playful way.

'But it smells so goooood' Keith admitted, kissing Lance's neck.

'Don't try to bribe me with your affection' Lance exclaimed.

'Why?' Keith lifted himself to face Lance 'Is it working?'

Lance squinted his eyes at him 'Of course is working' he mumbled in a low voice, as his face got hot.

'Awww, you are so adorable' Keith mocked.

But Lance didn't let him continue, as he lifted his head and locked his lips with Keiths, cupping his face with his hands and kissing him firmly.

'Thank you, Keith' he smiled against his lips.

'Lance' Keith breathed.

'No, Keith... really... Thank you' and it wasn't the word, but the look Lance had in his eyes that made Keith feel so warm inside.

Keith kissed him back. 'I'm happy to help'.

Lance rested his head back on his pillow bringing Keith with him.

'You are... such a good boyfriend' He said yawning.

'Thank you' He said as he rested his weight on lance again 'I try my best'.

'And I appreciate it' Lance hugged him, sighing to the melting feeling of having Keith there with him.

Even if Keith did not get what was going on, it wasn't necessary, he always tried to make him feel better. And as Lance remembered other times he felt like this but was alone to cope with it all, he felt even more grateful.

'Hey, I was wondering...' Keith trailed off.

'Mm?'

'Maybe you want to go for a swim?'

'Oh...' Lance hesitated, feeling how the strange weight on his chest somehow made itself more present.

'I was thinking it'll make you feel better'

'But where?' Lance asked as he thought that maybe it would actually make him feel better.

'The ATLAS has a pool... Haven't you seen it?'

Lance shook his head, and Keith's eyes sparkled.

'How can you not- oh man, you are going to love it' he grinned. 'It's really cool'

'...oh-okay'

'So you wanna go?'

'Yeah... sure, let's go'

They both put on their swim trunks and slowly made their way to the pool. It was apparently very late so they didn't meet anyone on the hallways of the ATLAS.

And as they were walking, holding hands, Keith talked. Lance could have sworn it was the longer Keith had spoken without interruption of any kind. It was funny to see him. He was telling him an old story about Cosmo.

When they got to the pool, the only lights that were turned on were the ones inside the pool, the rest of the room was dark. And Lance really appreciated it, it kept him calm. Also, luckily for them, there was no one around at that time too.

Lance crouched on the edge of the pool and sank his hand in the water, moving it around, and staring at the small waves he formed. It was warm.

Keith threw himself into the water and floated, relaxing his whole body into the sensation.

Lance kept staring at the water. The weird sinking feeling caught in his throat, making him take his hands out of the water immediately and back up a few steps from the edge.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm the panic growing in his chest. He knew he was not going to drown, but after feeling so safe with Keith, he feared the bottom a little more now... a lot more, enough to not want to be in it.

But people could do so much to help him.

He could almost taste the bottom... but it was fine.

He took a deep breath because even if he held so tight, he knew that he needed to let go.

Lance opened his eyes and he saw Keith looking at him, and he knew.

Maybe the water was high, but he could see the difference.

Lance jumped into the water because it didn't matter how deep he was, Keith will always meet him halfway.

#klance #klance fic #klancetober #keith #lance #vld #voltron

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t3hwh1t3p4nth3r · 6 years ago

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Lotura week Day 5!

(To start off, I wanna let you all know that this is a continuation from the Lotura Week Day 2 fic. You’ll still know what’s going on in this one if you don’t read that one. But I guess if you want the full story, you should probably read that one first. Anyway, on we go)

Lotor had been a guest in the palace for quite some time now. He and Allura were nearly inseparable as they made plans regarding the alliance of their kingdoms. Originally it had started as more of a military alliance. That they would combine their strength and resources with the Alteans helping to provide basic necessities as the Galrans began cultivating their ways and the Galrans providing aid when strength in numbers would be necessary.

It had evolved a number of times as they worked out more and more details. It became very clear to those observing the two, though, that it would have at least one more major evolution.

The two had grown incredibly close as they worked together, their relationship crossing over the threshold of “strictly business”. A romance was blooming before everyone’s eyes.

Pidge gave a shrug as the paladins discussed this topic. “I think this was pretty inevitable one way or another. After all, the strongest way to create a bond between two kingdoms IS for two rulers to wed. It’s the natural way with these things. I’m honestly pretty surprised that wasn’t the idea from the start.”

Hunk and Shiro give nods in agreement. Though they had distrusted Lotor at first, he has kept every promise he’s made thus far and has proven himself to be a very intelligent and powerful ally. Lance and Keith are still not thoroughly convinced. Keith has always found it hard to trust people, let alone outsiders to the kingdom.

Lance’s reasons are a touch more personal. He’s always harbored affections for the Princess. Obviously he has never acted on those feelings. To do so would be incredibly improper given their positions. Seeing her falling in love with someone they considered an enemy months ago bothers him. He swore an oath to protect her as a knight, but he swore a stronger personal oath on top of it. There’s so much potential for her to get hurt. He has to be wary. Sure, Lotor may seem totally genuine, but the guy could be lying. It could all be an act. Everyone else might be relaxing about the topic, but Lance wants to be ready to act if something does happen.

He’s being fair about it, though. When he has doubts, he always turns to Shiro. Shiro has never led him wrong and can always offer alternate perspectives that Lance maybe hadn’t considered as fully as he should have.

Lance has never told anyone about his feelings for Princess Allura. If anyone knows, though, it’s Shiro. He can read Lance like a book. He constantly reminds Lance of the bigger picture. The two things at the top of their priority list are making sure the Princess is safe, closely followed by ensuring that there is peace in the land of Altea. Doing anything to make Lotor pull away from Allura and the alliance puts both tasks on a path to failure.

The kingdom of Altea rejoiced at the announcement of the royal wedding that would unite the two kingdoms and bring lasting peace to the land. There were many Galran citizens who shared the sentiments of the Alteans, having grown tired of the darkness and warring ways of the past. There were those that opposed the idea of change, believing things would be best if they were left well enough alone. These people were not overly vocal about such opinions, however. They knew that they did not have the numbers to truly oppose this new direction. Besides, the needs of the Empire would be met and the Empire would be able to prosper under this Alliance. What real arguments did they have besides stubbornness and wishing to keep centuries of tradition alive? Such arguments would not be good enough.

The wedding was an understandably grand affair. Everyone from both kingdoms attended. There were notable tensions at the beginning. The Galrans had kept to their sides and the Alteans did the same. If this was going to work, there would have to be friendships across these borders.

One brave young Altean woman was the first to cross that line. She approached a beautiful Galran woman with blue skin and violet hair. She gave a small curtsy before extending her hand.

“My name is Elena. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The Galran looked at the gesture a bit hesitantly. This was all still so new. But the smile on Elena’s face was comforting. Reassuring. Most importantly, it was sincere. A smile spread over her lips as well as she reached out to take Elena’s hand.

“Likewise. My name is Acxa.”

As the two began talking with each other, others were inspired to follow suit. Soon the two crowds had mingled into one. This alliance was going to work.

During the ceremony, there were a few times when some of the Galran guests gave small laughs. When nearby Alteans ask what they found amusing, they would subtly point to Lotor. “You can see his claws. He’s nervous.”

Coran was the one to deliver the toast to the happy couple and to the peace that would befall the land.

The ceremony had taken place in the early afternoon, but the celebration and festivities lasted well into the night. The future looked bright indeed.

(I’ll be the first to say that this is kinda garbage. It is FAR from my best work. I thought that I was inspired to write, but I evidently was wrong. I’m sorry that the one post that’s technically on time is so lack-luster. I’ve been really off my game all day. Anyway, yup… There it is…)

(prompts: Peace / Alliance / Royalty AU)

#lotura #loturaweek2018!#loturaweek2018 #lotor #allura #lotor x allura #continuation fic #honestly #i'm disappointed in this #i don't think i did good #may try to rewrite at some point #lost my motivation #and inspiration

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some-cookie-crumbz · 6 years ago

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Familial Ties

Familial Ties Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge, Allurance; Confirmed and only kinda shown. Summary: Just some cute interactions between the children of some Paladins; inspired by my belief that Keith and Pidge would raise the most tight-knit kids in the whole wide world. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

The whimpering was hard to hear over the rattling of the ship, but Amber still caught it. She peered around at the other kids, doing a quick head-count, then frowned. “Aria,” She sighed to herself, heading over to where she believed the whimpering was coming from. It was the cabinet in the corner, where they normally kept spare blankets and pillows, and it tended to be her go-to hiding spot. She squatted down and gently rapped at the door. “Ari, can you come out from there?” She asked quietly.

“No!” Came the distressed, muffled reply.

“You know she never comes out when Mom and Dad are away in a battle,” Newt chimed from his perch on the couch, dangling halfway over the back.

Amber frowned slightly. It was true that their youngest sibling tended to be on the meeker side; she was easy to startle and hated confrontation. Back when they lived on Earth, it was okay because the most they ever dealt with was nasty bullies. And even then, between Amber and Kaden, bullies were easily dispatched. The current threat they faced, though, were hostile aliens that wanted a hostile takeover; enemies that only their parents could deal with.

Just a week ago, Dad had suffered a nasty injury and been forced to spend a whole day in one of the healing pods. Aria had been nearly inconsolable the entire time he was in there.

She glanced over her shoulder and watched as Alfor attempted to get his younger siblings in line as well. Cori and Paige were fretting over not being allowed out on the control deck, eager to rush out and find some way to help their own parents. Meanwhile, the twins – Ben and Tony – were just as frazzled and scared as Aria seemed to be, the two of them huddled by the couch and speaking in hushed tone to one another. Only Raya, the second oldest of the Altean heirs, seemed to be relatively unfazed; rather than focus on being upset, she had settled to instead start up another argument with Kaden. “Hey, Kaden, Raya, come here,” Amber said, waving her younger brother over as she stood back up.

The two paused in their argument, casting curious glances at one another, before heading over to her. Raya had settled one hand on her hip while Kaden cocked his head at her curiously. “What’s up?” He asked, tensing and wincing when Ben let out an even more distraught wail than his previous few. Raya looked over her shoulder at her younger brother, her façade of being aloof faltering and revealing how concerned she was for him.

“I need you two to do me a favor, okay? I’ve got an idea of how to get everyone settled in, but I need you two to get everyone gathered around the couch. And let Alfor know that he’s gonna be playing along, too,” She advised calmly.

“What should we do about Aria, though?” Raya asked worriedly, her blue and pink eyes swiveling over to the closed cabinet.

Amber glanced over before looking back at them. “Kaden, I know you can find a way to get her out. Give me less than ten minutes and I’ll be back, okay?” She said seriously.

Raya still seemed dubious but Kaden nodded, expression serious. “Got it,” He said, flashing her a quick thumbs up. She smiled and ruffled his hair affectionately before darting off, grateful that they were still extremely close despite a four year age gap.

Normally they weren’t supposed to leave the commons room during a battle unless it was an emergency. The commons was in the dead center of the ship, so it was the safest place for them while there was an attack. Amber figured that just running out for two seconds would be fine, though, so she quickly scampered off to the hanger and looked around. Mom kept tablets in one of the drawers of her desk for each of the kids that had some gaming, education and literacy apps on it. They had all been wired together so that all four of them could access all the apps, as well as any other downloaded or purchased materials. She checked to make sure they had what she wanted, loaded it up on all the tablets, grabbed the little holo-disc and headsets Mom had designed to partner with them, and then scrambled back to the commons room.

When she walked in, Kaden and Raya had managed to get everyone in order like she had requested. Aria was curled up under Newt’s arm on the floor, sniffling and whimpering in distress as the whole area shook. Amber darted over and shoved the tablets at Kaden, Raya and Alfor. “I’ll read the narrations and split half the female characters with Raya. You two, divide up the male characters between yourselves,” She said quickly, then offering them each one of the headbands.

Raya tilted her head curiously. “Are we going to read a story?”

“Yes, now everyone sit down and follow along,” She hissed quietly, shoving the headband on and setting the little holo-disc right in front of the gathering of younger kids. She plopped down on the couch, Kaden and Alfor settling on either side of her. Newt looked at her with a quirked eyebrow but she flashed a reassuring smile before clearing her throat and turning her attention to the tablet in her hands. “’ A half-moon glowed on smooth granite boulders, turning them silver. The silence was broken only by the ripple of water from the swift black river and the whisper of trees in the forest beyond…’” She made sure to speak with fervor, trying to set the mood of the opening battle scene of the book. She felt pride as the younger children ceased their whimpering and turned their attention to her, their interest piqued.

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“How do you think the kids are hanging in?” Lance asked as they headed to the commons room after the battle.

“I’m sure they’re doing fine, Lance,” Allura said, clearly trying to reassure him. Where Allura had faith in confidence in their children, Lance sometimes struggled with remembering that their kids were no longer little tots struggling to string words along.

“Amber and Alfor typically do pretty good at keeping them all calm,” Keith agreed.

“For the most part. Sometimes even they can’t keep them calm, though,” Pidge said, concern sneaking into her tone the closer they got to the room.

All four of them tensed at a thunderous wailing that could only belong to a small group of grade-school aged kids. Lance rushed forward, frantic with concern, only to stop short after entering the room.

“He did it! Rusty beat him!” Ben said excitedly, eyes fixated on the shimmering holographic cats displayed by the holo-disc all the children had crowded around.

“I told you he would!” Newt scoffed with a smug grin, little Aria sitting in his lap facing the whole spectacle with bright eyes.

Paige giggled then perked up, her pink and blue eyes glinting when she spotted her parents. “Mother! Father! You’re back!” She said, darting over eagerly and hugging Lance’s legs tightly.

He smiled and leaned down, running one hand through her short silver locks and beaming at her. “Were you all okay? Are you scared still?” He asked gently.

“We were for a bit, but then Amber started telling us this really cool story!” Ben joined in as he darted over to hug Allura.

“Oh did she?” Pidge asked, a proud smile on her lips as she looked over at her oldest child.

Amber flushed and quickly looked back down at her tablet. “W-Well, I figured, this was what you and Dad did with me when I was little and got nervous,” She mumbled quietly.

“Do you wanna listen, too?” Ben asked, tugging lightly on Allura’s hand.

“Well, what’s the story about?” She giggled, letting her son lead her over to the little clutter they’d formed around the projector.

“It’s a story about this cat named Rusty who wants to become a Warrior and join a Clan!” Tony chimed in eagerly.

Keith smiled as he walked in as well, settling in beside Newt. Immediately Aria clamored from her brother’s lap to Keith’s, snuggling up against him excitedly. “I take it you’re enjoying the story, too?” He mused, smiling over the top of her head at Pidge settling in on Newt’s other side.

She nodded before looking up at her sister with wide, hopeful eyes. “You’ll keep reading, right?” She asked.

Amber smiled and nodded. “We should at least finish the chapter, right?” She teased, looking at the other three older kids. They all nodded and she watched as Allura and Lance settled in as well, huddling up with their other children as well. She then cleared her throat and looked back down at her tablet before declaring, “At once, Bluestar leaped down from the Highrock and silenced the noisy crowd with a thunderous caterwaul…”

#Voltron legendary defender #Keidge #Kidge #Peith #Kidgemas #Pidge Gunderson #Keith Kogane #my fics #I'm only tagging the Kidge #Because their family is the primary focus

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diianthus · 3 years ago

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Hey there, name’s Ruki and this is a multimuse oc rp account that does have an original story behind it, but it isn’t the primary focus for threads. This is multifandom, fandomless, canon, and oc friendly so don’t hesitate to hit me up for plotting or tag me in starters to get the show rolling!

What to expect!

Low activity, sporadic posting, lots of character development asks being sent (after getting permission) so that I can learn more about your muse, and perhaps a full prose reply from time to time. Very rarely will I posted art of my ocs, and yes, I will gush about them in the tags and then do nothing for the rest of the day.

What to know!

Please do not write nsfw with me if you are a minor! Please respect boundaries and need to focus on work as I work full time! If anything disrespectful is in my inbox, it’ll be deleted (unless I feel it’s imperative to respond)! My dms are open to mutuals and I am a-okay doing short threads there! Yes, I do wanna be friends with writing partners!

What else to do!

Look below to get more info!

(look at the links please...)

here’s a quick look -

Original world - magic is a natural phenomenon that is latent within every person, but a small population were able to tap into that power. once it was mystifying, welcomed by the masses, until fearmongering took over, and the witch hunts began. now whoever can use magic to any degree are hunted, imprisoned, and never seen again. to combat this, a secret network was created to keep such people safe and that just so happens to be a prolific field for those who use magic to clean up the world. keith and lucina might have an idea of what’s happening. you’ll have better luck talking to one of them, but they’ll never refer to the other kindly.

Magic system - it is still being studied and due to the unfortunate circumstances (no public support), a lot of it is being done in secret or...unethical procedures. you can ask vito about it in more detail; he’s had far more on field experience in studying it. be warned, he’s pretty reserved.

Day to day life - post war, a little over a hundred years ago. the world’s rebuilt itself over and over, nearly losing its resemblance to the earth of the 21st century on the surface. technology is thriving thanks to combined efforts of the survivors of the wars, knowledge is shared in hopes of learning from past mistakes, and now? now life seems fair and peaceful. but that’s appearances and well, they can always be deceiving. but if you wanna figure out the safer places or something a little interesting, then you can find lala or carin to ask for some tips....if they feel like talking. maybe something sweet or tasty can persuade them!

Need a guide for anything else? - you can chat with our most friendly residents here about what to do, what to learn, or just want an easy way in with everyone-- amelia and autumn are your go-to guides. they’ll give you the time of day and spend it with you if you’d like. but y’know, it’s kinda weird how friendly they are for people who never talk about themselves...

#about. diianthus blog #hey there!!#this is the pinned post #lots of it going on #hopefully this helps people!!#mobile friendly

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voltronreaderinserts · 7 years ago

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I have been thinking of this ask for some time now, I found out a week ago that I have a small heart murmur and I started wondering what the paladins +Coran would think. Like say there s/o worked to hard and had to sit down to calm down and the others didn't understand what was happening and there s/o had to explain what was happening to them? Just curious! ^-^

Now, I don’t wanna bore you all TOO much with my life story, but I, in fact, had a heart murmur as well. It’s long since been fixed (since it was life-threatening), but I still carry the fatigue of a weak heart, so I know this all too well.

I’m excited to write this request. I hope you take care of yourself, my dear!

– Ryan

Lance:

• He’d bust your chops a bit at the start, calling you lazy or something, just really playful banter• But the more you do it, and the more strained you look, he stops• He’s worried about your health, especially being so far away from Earth medicine, and Earth doctors that know more about this Earth medical stuff than he does• He’s concerned, that’s for sure• But when you begin to explain what a heart murmur is, he gets really concerned• “Wait, there’s a hole in your heart??”• “Not literally, jackass. A heart murmur is a condition of the heart where the valve isn’t functioning properly, and the blood–”• “That’s enough outta you, Pidge–”• “Guys, I’m fine.”• After this incident, Lance keeps an eye on you, but mostly uses it as an excuse to show off in front of you• Like “excuse me miss, that box looks heavy, let me take care of it”• And expecting you to be all like “Oh, Lance, you’re so strong and capable, and I’m so lucky to have you as a boyfriend”• But it’s more accurately like “Oh fuck this is heavy” and he’s sorta half-dragging the box while pretending he’s got everything under control• You still give him a kiss for effort

Keith:

• He’s very observant, so he’s probably the first to notice your fatigue, and he directs you to sit down• You insist that you can help just a little bit more, but you can feel the pounding in your chest so hard that the veins in your head are beginning to throb• He makes you sit down, and he asks you then what’s up• You’re backed into a corner, and you have no choice but to tell him• Besides, something like a heart murmur in a career such as this was a bit difficult to hide• So you explain yourself, and Keith begins to relax from understanding• But the relief is far from gone• He’s a bit peeved you didn’t tell him sooner, and that he’s put you under a lot of stress, but he takes it well in the end• He’ll just admit that he should have seen the signs sooner, and tell you to rest• He’ll stay beside you until you��ve calmed down enough, then he’ll easily carry the heavier burdens for you• But from then on, he’s ultra aware of you and is not afraid to call you out when you’re going too far• Has zero tolerance for your attempts at pushing yourself• He’s just really protective of you and doesn’t want to see you suffer in any way, shape, or form

Hunk:

• He’s by your side in an instant, asking you what’s wrong, or if something hurts• It may be a bit overkill, but you’re comforted by his presence and his compassion• “I’ll be fine Hunk, I just gotta lower my blood pressure a bit.”• Hearing that statement alone was just cause for worry• He has you elaborate a bit on what you mean, and you tell him about your heart murmur• I feel like Hunk had some medical background, so I’m sure he knew what it meant, but just didn’t understand it• Not until he saw what it did to you• He treats it like an injury more than an impediment, and that’s what you love the most about him• He doesn’t tell you to stay out of the way or to let him take care of it• He tells you that “you should take only what you can handle, and take breaks as frequently as you need them”• Is by far the most understanding boyfriend• Makes sure to give you plenty of water and give you the most protein-packed meal he can• He takes care of you without babying you and by god if that’s not the best feeling in the world then idk what is

Pidge:

• Pidge probably already knows what it is• By looking at your stress, she knows that you’re uncomfortable• She’ll have you down in a chair, no ifs, ands, or buts, and she’ll have you explaining to her what it is that’s hurting you• She thinks you’re sick at first since you’re sweating so much and your breathing is labored• But as you explain your condition, she pieces it together a bit more• She comes up with ways to work around your heart murmur• Coming up with ways to strengthen yourself without hurting you• Though sometimes she’ll tell you the best medicine is rest• She might not be able to take care of heavy objects for you or help you in an athletic manner, but she will help you to feel more confident in your abilities to do things

Shiro:

• He’s a bit easy to read, like a book• You can tell that he’s noticed your frequent breaks and your quick loss of breath• The next time you sit to take a break, Shiro approaches you, not wanting to make a big deal of it• He asks if you hurt yourself, or if you feel ill, and you gently assure him that everything is alright• You tell him of your heart condition, and he nods, taking in everything you say• He’ll be very protective over you, and he’ll want to keep his eye on you as you work out, or take on any strenuous activity, reminding you to drink water and take a break here and there• He won’t look at it like a handicap, nor will he treat you differently• He still sees the same strong, independent individual he’d fallen in love with at the start of this journey• He’ll be by your side a lot more, offering you help, but never forcing it on you• He wants you to feel capable, but he also wants to keep you safe

Coran:

• I feel like he would be sensitive to this kinda thing from the beginning, as an Altean• Like maybe when he was running a health diagnostic on you, he’d picked up the irregularity of your heartbeat• But he never brought it up because he didn’t know if that was a trait that some humans had• In his defense, he thought everyone already knew about it, so even more reason he didn’t bring it up• But as he sees you struggling to keep up, he’ll definitely step in• He’ll ask about it then, your irregular heartbeat, and even you’re shocked like ‘how did you know’• From there he’s probably a bit more strict about what should do• Not, like, telling you what to do, but giving you alternative ways to helping the Paladins and around the castle• Instead of more physical tasks, he’ll have you doing things like intel, mechanical maintenance, or act as a diplomatic ambassador• He doesn’t want to chain you down, so if you choose to continue to fight, he’ll let you, but knowing that you might fall in battle makes him worry• He’ll express his concern, but he’ll respect your decision• In confidence, he’d probably go to Shiro and ask him to keep an eye on you for him

#Lance #Hunk #Pidge #Shiro #Keith #Coran #Lance x reader #Hunk x reader #Pidge x reader #Shiro x reader #Keith x reader #Coran x reader #Lance headcanons #Hunk headcanons #Pidge headcanons #Shiro headcanons #Keith headcanons #Coran headcanons #Headcanons

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lennyisdyeing · 7 years ago

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At Peace (langst)

I should be updating my Sockathan story on Wattpad but I’m not feeling so hot so have some langst.

~ songfic kinda ~

+ I’m pretty much going to be posting langst or Oikawa angst (Tangst?) when I’m in a shit mood so get ready for that +

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Lance was used to being rejected; by girls and boys alike.

So he should have seen this coming. He should have been prepared for this. But no, his hopes were high and he’d thought his feelings were -finally- reciprocated. He thought he had a chance and damn it if I don’t admit it. He was desperate.

I don't know if we should be alone together

He was desperate for attention, and love, and the chance to finally be accepted by somebody. Anybody. A chance to have something to live for again. A chance to be able to breathe again without the thought of his worthlessness crossing his mind and settling in a nice, quaint spot labeled “REASONS TO DIE”. The cringe is real, no matter how you think of it, but Lance can’t find it in himself to care anymore, about anything.

His constant quips usually spoken -sometimes even shouted- in a flurry of passion, are now most times left unsaid, or muttered at most.

He was hoping for a miracle.

I still got a crush, that's obvious

“Hey, Keithy boy,” Lance chirped with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

Keith turned to face the blue paladin, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hey, Lance,” he replied happily.

You seem unusually chipper today, Lance thought to himself.

Suddenly. Keith chuckled, startling Lance out of his ‘thought’.

The brunette covered his lips with his hand, eyes blown wide. “Did I say that out loud?”

If nobody's around, what's stopping us? Everywhere I go you show, whatever

“You sure did, Lancelot. D’ya wanna know why I’m so ‘chipper’?“ Keith asked with a slight giddiness in his tone.

“Uhm, sure?” Okay, Lance. After he tells you whatever the fuck he’s so happy about -which is making him 100% cuter and I cannot stand it- I’ll tell him I love him, and we’ll live happily ever after.

With the widest smile I’ve ever seen, on Keith no less, Keith gushed out, “Shiro and I finally started dating!”

I don't ever mind sharing oxygen I just wanna get lost in your lungs

I spoke far too soon. “T-That’s great, Keith!” What did I think I could accomplish? “I hope you guys are happy together!” Of course Keith would go for Shiro. “Well, I gotta go u-uh, t-train now, so see ya!” He’s perfect.

Lance began to turn away from Keith. “Wait!” The red paladin demanded, grabbing the other’s arm and keeping him in place. “Did you need to talk about something, Lance? Are you okay?”

Just a baby, but she's growing up so fast And I'm allergic to the waiting

“O-Of course I am! I’m the jester, the class clown, the humour back bone of the team! Who needs feeling when you have the best sense of humour known to man?” The dark haired teenager announced, his chest puffed out and his eyes full of a dark hope. Please don’t call me out on my bullshit, I need to be out of here yesterday.

Thank god Keith’s dense as hell. “Alright Lance, whatever you say,” he chuckled and released his arm.

She's just a baby girl And I love to watch her dance

Tears left Lance’s eyes before he even finished turning, thankfully he didn’t notice but.

That didn’t stop Shiro from noticing, who now was in front of Lance. “Lance,” the black paladin whispered, his eyes shone with concern. “Are you alright? What happened?”

Shiro reached out to touch Lance’s shoulder, but he wasn’t having it. Tanned hands pushed on Shiro’s chest, pushing him -surprisingly- a few feet away, and in the next moment, Lance was out the door, leaving the new couple in shock.

But it's making me go crazy

In the next few months, Lance got by in a mixture of disarray and monotone. Lotor was taken down, along with the Galra empire. The new head of said empire agreed on a peace treaty and most of the universe now lived in peace.

Voltron was not needed anymore. And so, the team was left to their own devices.

Pidge and Matt, the only Holts left, went on to create new, advanced machinery to help Earth evolve technologically.

Keith and Shiro went to a quiet inhabited planet, where there was a drug that could evolve the bodies of men in order to conceive, so the two can start a family.

I don't think that we should be around each other When you're in the room, you get my eyes You open your mouth, I'm hypnotized, oh oh I can make you laugh until you cry

Allura and Coran and the castle went on to rebuild the Altean empire.

Hunk went home to Earth, with his family. He offered Lance a spot on his small ship to get home, but he declined, claiming he had to do something before going home.

Which, of course, was a lie. Because Lance has a secret he never told anyone, and that secret was that Lance has no family.

The photo he showed everyone so proudly? Photo-shopped. His stories of his many siblings? MTV and YouTube. His emergency contacts on his profile back at the Garrison? His supposed nostalgia? His strict parental control? His life? All fake. All a fantasy Lance had built in his head when his real parents dumped him on the side of the road at 9-years-old because he broke his arm and couldn’t work on the farm anymore.

You know you got all my attention You know you got all mine, mmh

He had nothing to go back to. No purpose. No one waiting for him. No one to miss and love him.

What was he supposed to do now? Go back to the Garrison? No, it wasn’t worth it if Pidge and Hunk weren’t there.

What else was there?

Lance sat in his space pod in the middle of space for hours before he realized, there’s nothing else.

Lance spent a few more hours of thinking about what he planned to do next. How would it affect the others? Will they come back? How will they react?

Baby, I can't help but call her dad Even though I shouldn't say it

In the back of his mind, one thought lingered: will they even care?

The ex-paladin of Voltron decided that his choice was the right one, and carried out his plan.

He spent the next few hours filming a personal video for every member of the team. Even Matt.

She was my baby girl I might never get her back But I don't mind being patient, yeah

Can you let your baby be my girl?

But he didn’t dare send them yet. No, he had to send them at the very last second.

Because he needed time to himself. He needed to prepare himself. He needed to find one, just one reason for him not to follow through with his decision.

He couldn’t find any.

Can you let your baby be my girl? Can you let your baby be my girl? Can you let your baby be mine?

With a tear rolling down his cheek, Lance sent all of the video’s to their respective person’s. Hopefully, they all get them.

Okay, I'm just gonna tell you what I gotta say, right here I'm sorry Dave, I never meant to hurt your baby girl She's your little baby, she's my soulmate

The broken boy put on his helmet, and with a deep breath, opened the door that separated him from endless space.

Location didn’t mean a thing to him, as he never truly had place to call home.

I don't want you to worry, she'll be so safe right here Oh, oh, oh, so Dave, would you let your baby be my girl?

Can you let your baby be my girl?

More tears poured from his eyes, as Lance took deep breaths, and let his decision sink in entirely. He had no regrets.

Can you let your baby be my girl? Can you let your baby be my girl? Can you let your baby be mine?

Lance sniffled, and although he couldn’t wipe his tears, he steadied them, pulling one last strong face. With his messages sent, his loved one gone, and nothing holding him back, the broken soldier, the brave face took his final breath. Finally, he reached up to his helmet and disengaged it, sucking the oxygen out.

One last tear fell from his face as Lance’s final sight became apparent: the blue lion, engines blasting, rushing over to her dear paladin as the final remnants of air left his lungs, and Lance found:

that he was finally at peace.

Oh, your baby she's mine

...

I’m...

I’m so sorry. I was just supposed to blow off some steam but... I related to Lance. His loneliness, his perception of love, and his lack of anger.

Rage, irritation, grief: they can’t be felt anymore.

Anyways, I was planning on writing a fic for each of the videos... what do you think? (Imma do it anyways lmao)

I hope you enjoyed this...

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okami2506 · 7 years ago

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Oh and tell us about your oc’s pleaseeee

Ohgosh..how do I answer that?

I have somany of them that I can’t explain everything and everyone in full length xD Soto spare some of you from torture, I’ll add everything under the cut :P

So the mainthing you need to know is that every Oc I have is from the same universe/story(yeeesss I have a story that needs a bit of work to finish lol) What’s thestory about thought?….HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM… It’s mostly focused on my main’sadventures and it involves the entire world of supernatural beings and how itfunctions (races, world mechanics, kingdoms, relations etc) The other general rule that applies to almost all of them is that powers are a must. So everyone has apower from a roster of 15 cores (it’s a jewel-ish thing from which all theirpower comes from and it’s somewhere hidden in their body). So to put it inperspective of how many ocs actually exist, I’ll just show you this image that alignseach character with their respective power. And not all of them are listed yetbut that’ll give you an idea of how it’s nearly impossible to talk about all ofthem…here and now at least:

There’s alsomagic, dark magic, dragons, deities, time traveling and maaaaaany things I can’texplain in detail unless I link you docs about them.

That’s forthe really vague general description of them. Now explain individually foreach character is hard so I’ll try and give you some insight on some of my preciousimportant ones (or you know..those I can actually show you a picture of) A small disclaimer: if you’re easily triggeredby ideas going against your religion or you’re easily offended, please don’tread this. (there’s nothing explicit here but just in case…)

I gotta reduce the description on these. If you wanna know any additional info about any of them just ask me and I’ll have a more appropriate analysis for them. But for now have this sorry excuse of description:

Keith (the dude on the front) isthe main character of this story. He’s a demon prince (cliché I know) who runaway from his homeland (another cliché in a row, I know) with his guardian,Rosally. The demonic kingdom was under attack by angels (remember that trigger Imentioned earlier?) so to save the last remaining child of her beloved queenLucinta, Rosally ran with little prince precious to Earth! (yeeeeee there are actually two worlds in this story, one connected to the other.Earth is the origin world of humans, where some supernaturals took refuge andhid, and the other is Vadose. Vadose is the homeworld of all things magical andit’s connected to earth with some underground passages.) Prince precious hidesand grows up next to hoomans until shit gets real there too. Aftersome character growth he is required to leave Earth and return to his homelandto fix things back at his kingdom cause that place went to shit too. He’s your typical sassy goofball who hastrusting issues at the beginning, but learns to open up a bit and turn into a protective, rude, easily angered but supportive teen/adult. I could write essays for this boy but let’skeep it simple. He has the power of shadow, meaning he has control overdarkness, moves swiftly, quietly and jumps around like a ninja with clawsssss.So in short, he’s an assassin. He has 2brothers and 2 sisters who all survived the attack way back then and reunite with him years later. From oldestto youngest -> Edge, Klein and Jewls (twins), Anzul.

Nala is myimaginary spirit animal lol. She’s prince precious’ best friend since foreverand something like family. She’s been with the royal family from very young ageand ever since she swore to protect their butts and become a skilled warrior (easily the strongest of the gang and the big sis). Nala is aRed Phoenix and has fire powers. For more info look at this challenge.

Edge is thebig brother of our group…literally. He has a huge swag and an equally hugesword. He is the caring, calm and buffed person of the group with huge-ass strength. Klein on theother hand is the weak, coward and sensitive of the group but also the secondmom of the family.(he’s male and i mean he just takes care of everybody.) He’s just too pure of heart and not too thrilled to fightbad peeps but at least he can cook and do alchemy stuff.(i don’t have a good ref for these two so i’ll just…leave this? Edge has redhair and Klein is on top of him xD) There’s also Daren (the tiny dude), Rosally’s mentor. He may look 11 but you can bet your ass he’s older than her. (cursed boi was left to rot in a body that never ages) Wise smol child is a thunder user and the strategist of the gang.

Rosally ismy vampire queen (not a real queen though) and like I mentioned before, Keith’sguardian. Poor soul adopted prince precious ever since they ran away and has ahabit of caring for anyone younger than her like she’s their mom or something.And that’s because she was supposed to be unable to bear children of her ownbut jokes on her, she got tricked by life. The point is that she’s the mom ofthis story and Lucinta’s best friend aka Keith’s real mom. Vampire mom uses windpowers and a fan because she’s elegant af and a true lady.

Hope is the devil of the story Rosally’s real daughter and a mischievouswitch. She’s the only human worth mentioning here and the only one to havepowers because of her mother’s blood and DNA. She and mommy both possess darkmagic powers from some evil books. (story for another time whoops) Also she hasa bo, his name is Raiki and I love them.

Uno andJewls… well, see this. Note that these belong to the far future.

Ammy is thecinnamon roll of this story and a wolf-person. She’s a priestess who belonged to an extinct clan so she grew up alone,all cheerful and sunshine for some reason. There was another cinnamon roll inthis story but he got murdered. His name was Leon and was Keith’s bae.

Seraphia isan angel who’s the main villain of this story. But it’s cool since she has asister who’s one of the heroes! Her name is Nika and she’s a sunshine roll witha cheetah-kinda dude protecting her cause we miss the tsundere type. (his nameis Luke and he likes to purr) Needless to say Seraphia and Keith don’t likeeach other.

Uhh….

…..

I guessthat’s the extremely short version!! Can’t you tell i suck at storytelling??

Honestly though, I’m really, really grateful for this ask! Thank you so much for your interest! I know it’s messy and explains absolutely nothing about the characters of the story but the story’s lore itself is really long and the characters are all over the place. I have links on their names for a reference pic so you’ll know who the heck i’m talking about. Any interest in this little hellhole is much appreciated! :))))))

#anon asks #that moment when i spend 2 hours writting this #lol #okami shares thingies about her story #my ocs #loooooong post #long post #trigger warning?#i love you lots ano #i really do #this #is such a gift #when people ask about your own crafted story is just #the best feeling #i had to search all my tumblr and DA art for refs #i can't even fix my typos now

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starryeyed-char · 7 years ago

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No Surprises Here

Why don’t I ever post writing at a normal time.... *sigh into oblivion*

This is the fic which is kinda shorter than usual but still decently long don’t worry other long stuff on the way prompt: so some kind of college au where lance and keith have been dating for like a couple of months and it's almost keiths birthday and lance learns that keith doesn't like his birthday bc he had a horrible memory tied to his bday?? and then he let's lance throw him a party for him bc keith feels bad but then when he first gets there it's like too much for him and he freaks out and lance has to comfort him and it gets all angsty and fluffy!! :)) -anon

I don’t know if this is exactly what you were hoping for, hopefully you (all of you) enjoy! Sorry this is so late... I got this prompt at the beginning of my vacation ;-;

“SURPRISE!”

The shout was so loud, it had Keith stumbling backwards into Lance, who had turned on the lights to reveal numerous people hiding in his and Hunk's shared apartment.

“Lance,” Keith hissed under his breath. “What did you do?”

“I invited them over to celebrate your birthday!” his boyfriend declared happily, gesturing at the people in the room. Shiro, Allura, Pidge, Hunk, and Shay had all gathered around excitedly. “I know you don't normally do anything, but I wanted to make it special for you. Since, you know, this is the first one we're celebrating... together? I thought you said you were okay with it?”

“Oh. Right.” Keith knew Lance's intentions were pure, but he really didn't feel comfortable in social settings, even with just his closest friends. Lance had invited all these people, and sure he'd told Keith he wanted to have a few people over, but he didn't expect a party party. There was cake, decorations, and everything. Despite liking Hunk, Shay, and Allura, the only people Keith felt genuinely close enough to celebrate his birthday with were Shiro, Lance, and Pidge.

The latter cast a sympathetic smile his way. “I tried to talk him out of it,” she whispered under her breath. “But he really wants to show you how much he cares. Just humor him?”

Keith sighed. At least Pidge understood. Back when he lived on campus, they'd been roommates. Well, until Pidge was discovered to be hiding the fact that she was a girl, but that's a whole separate story. Now, Keith lived in his own apartment off campus.

Keith had tried to talk Lance out of it himself, but he should've realized that with such a big family, birthdays were not something the Cuban boy took lightly.

He was really grateful that Lance was trying, but sometimes he wished that he wasn't so affectionate, especially since Keith felt guilty for not being as good at grand gestures.

“Do... do you not like it?” Lance's smile was wavering, and he wrung his hands. Keith shook his head immediately.

“No, no of course I do! I was just... surprised, that's all,” Keith explained.

Lance's grin was back full force. “I did tell you about it. I just didn't tell you when! Time to cut the cake,” he decided, heading over to the food table. At Keith's panicked look, he snorted. “Don't worry, we're not going to sing.”

A loud knock sounded at the door, and Keith whirled around towards Lance. “Who else did you invite?” The small apartment already felt cramped with just seven people in it.

Lance looked just as bewildered as he was. “N-no one? Just these guys.”

“I invited some friends,” Hunk smiled nervously. “Was... I not supposed to do that?”

“I told some people to come as well,” Allura spoke up. “You did say it was a party, Lance.”

“I call everything a party!” Lance pointed out, exasperated. “You weren't supposed to—”

The door swung open, and several people Keith didn't even recognize filtered in. Maybe he would've been able to handle just a few more, but the groups just kept coming, and soon there was blaring music and red solo cups in the hands of most people there.

The noise was becoming overwhelming, and Keith realized he couldn't find any of his actual friends in the crowd, so he instead pushed his way toward where he knew Lance's bedroom was, and slammed the door behind him.

He sat on the bed, bringing up his hands to cover his ears, just wishing for quiet. The door opened, and he turned to tell whoever it was to get the hell out of Lance's room, only to find his boyfriend staring back at him with a grin.

“Keith, come on, we're about to— ” his smile faded. “Keith?”

He was sitting on the bed, shaking slightly and struggling for breath. Lance was at his side in a second.

“Breathe with me, Keith. In, out. In, out,” Lance encouraged, placing a hand on his back. “There's no one here but you and me. Just focus on catching your breath.”

Soon enough, his erratic breathing had calmed down. “Thanks,” Keith said, blushing, even though Lance had helped him with panic attacks before.

“Do you know what triggered it?”

“I just wanted to be alone,” Keith mumbled, turning back to face the wall.

Lance rolled his eyes. “Keith, come on, no one wants to be alone on their birthday—”

“I do!” Keith blurted, and Lance drew his hand away in shock. “I thought you knew that! I didn't want a party at all! I just wanted it to be us, to watch a stupid movie or something! Not any of...” he gestured wildly. “This!”

“But you said—”

“I told you to throw a party because I could see how much it meant to you. Because you wanted to do something special for me! But did you ever think about what I wanted? If you wanted to actually do something nice, then you should've just left it alone!” Keith snapped, but regretted the words as soon as he said them.

Lance's eyes widened. “I'm sorry... I thought maybe that it would... that I could make you happy,” tears started to well up, and Keith tensed. “I j-just thought that... I dunno. I guess I was just being selfish. And... now I've ruined your birthday.”

“Hey, Lance, don't cry,” Keith protested. “You didn't ruin it.”

“Yes I did!” Lance insisted. “I always... I always wreck everything with you, Keith! I'm not good at being in a stupid relationship! And I'm so scared that I'm going to screw this up like I do with everything, and now—”

“I never really celebrated birthdays when I was a kid,” Keith interrupted, and Lance's eyes shifted up to meet his.

“Wh-what?”

“I was in the foster care system for a few years before Shiro's parents adopted me. Was with some pretty rough families, didn't have time to celebrate the birthday of a kid that wasn't theirs. I don't like doing anything for them now because it just reminds me of everything I missed back then. Better just to keep birthdays from being a big deal altogether, it's the way I like it.”

Lance was staring at him thoughtfully. “You don't have to tell—”

“I wanted to,” Keith wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “This isn't your fault, Lance. Hell, you're doing what a normal boyfriend would do. I'm getting upset because you wanted to throw me a party. What kind of messed up logic is that?”

Lance laughed softly. “Your logic is always messed up, but at least you have good reasons. I tend not to question it.”

“And here you are worried about screwing everything up,” Keith shook his head. “I'm horrible at stuff like this! I'm always scared I'm going to mess everything up with you.”

“I don't think you could,” Lance mused. "I love you too much.”

Keith was taken aback, sure he must've misheard him. “You what?”

Lance froze in his arms, as if finally aware of what had just come out of his mouth. “I... I mean, um... you see,” he stuttered, before finally bringing his gaze back up to Keith's. “Well, I do. I love you.”

Keith's brain short-circuited. “We've... we've never said that to each other before.”

Lance frowned. “Well, technically we still haven't, since someone hasn't said it back yet—”

Keith interrupted him with a kiss, short and sweet before drawing back again. “I love you, too," he breathed, staring into those ocean blue eyes. “I love you, Lance.”

Lance's smile was so bright Keith felt he was looking at the sun. He might as well have been. “You wanna ditch the party and go watch a movie at your place?”

“You know I do.”

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resilientreader · 5 years ago

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1-98 for asks like we did a million years ago, I dare you

i knew the MOMENT i saw the notif in my inbox that it was gonna be YOU pulling this shit and i crossed my fingers when actually clicking, HOPING i wouldnt have to answer all 98, maybe you’ll be tame this time, but no! this is what you’re doing to me. and ykno what, Fine. u dare me and i Will do it. i hope u rb the asks post so i can do it to u too, tho

1. coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars

3. bubblegum

4. that smart student who always read instead of actually paying attention

5. soda from glass cups is the best

6. its hard to just Decide between all these styles so ill say which one applies to mine most, which i Gotta say has to b preppy even if i want like goth or grunge to b mixed in

7. headphones

8. good omens, fmab, castlevania, uhhhh. those are just the ones ive watched so far this summer

9. my grandparents’ home. which is kinda weird but i have a lot of summer memories there

10. i sucked at like Everything in p.e., there Was no best

11. leftovers

12. i cant choose a favorite playlist?? /some/ of them, tho, are soar my ethereal heart, neither here nor there, mountainside storms, and sync of my heartbeat. so like any of my more recent ones

13. lanyard

14. i had to google a list for this bc honestly i always eat just chocolates but i like starburst

15. fahrenheit 451 was a rly fun read. ray bradbury’s writing gave me inspo for metaphors and writing and such and it was rly nice

16. sprawled across one of those comfy armchairs where i can swing my legs over one arm n lay my head on the other one

17. my black converse

18. cool temperature and rain without storms, or a cloudy day that lets me take a nice walk

19. on my side if i can but on my back otherwise

20. on my laptop, in google docs, to be more specific

21. winnie the pooh

22. idk?? i try not to look to just one person for a source of “this is how i should be”, so i guess,,,, a mix of family members and then a couple like more famous ppl??? which would basically consist of one of my aunts, my dad, and jenna marbles, to keep my Brain Process for role model stuff simplified

23. i dunno if any of the habits i have are strange?? i bounce my right leg and my right hand kinda. like. shakes when im nervous. i cant rly think of anything else i do tho i Know i probably have other habits

24. amethyst or pyrite

25. ur really just assuming my memory is good enough for this but if i had to say, it’d be any popular song from 2009 specifically

26. hide in my room with a fan and ac

27. read with a blanket wrapped around me or smth

28. atlas: six by sleeping at last, flaws by bastille, atlas: five by sleeping at last, she by dodie, and neptune by sleeping at last. there are probably more/better ones but those are the first ones i found

29. listen. be open with me. talk with me. not to sound like that person, but sharing ur life secrets is a rly big ice breaker for me because it helps let me know i can trust u. but also idk im a really awkward person and can accidentally distance myself from ppl so when ppl notice theres smth up w me or even do the bare minimum of doing Their part to maintain a friendship, that’s always rad as shit when idk how to communicate what i need

30. my room, my high school’s auditorium, the local barnes and noble

31. black boots, black jeans, any button-up shirt that’ll match that combination OR a really cool sweatshirt

32. im a bad bitch, you cant kill me. road work ahead? uh, i sure hope it does. it is wednesday, my dudes! welcome to chili’s. i love you, bitch, and i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitch.

33. probably “omg” or “oh my god”

34. sc johnson. a family company.

35. i dont even have one but on a good night like 10-11

36. the troll face memes

37. suitcases feel much more organized

38. lemonade

39. lemon cake

40. ummmmm....one time a tech/theatre kid left a paint can sitting out in the open accidentally and a person took a shit in it or smth then knocked over the can, spilled a bunch of paint, and tried to clean it up w a broom and proceeded to like snap the broom in half. then they ran away to leave the kids to clean it up the next day. i wasnt actually there for that but ive heard the story firsthand enough times to Know

41. my dad

42. jacket pockets

43. hoodie is what i wear, tho everything else is Very Good

44. lavender

45. fantasy, my dudes

46. this set of pjs i got for xmas w a soft tshirt and matching baggy flannel pants

47. colby jack

48. uhhh a banana?? i could probably give a better answer if i was more

49. i dont rly live by a quote or saying, i just Go for it

50. my sister has probably done smth before to like Break me

51. everything ever but mostly myself

52. arial

53. uhhh...kinda worn? my nails aren’t doin so good and i have a couple scratches and stuff that Still havent healed after a few weeks

54. get a move on

55. the ugly duckling

56. tradition is kinda vague but i like that it became tradition for me and my siblings to go to my grandparents’ home every summer

57. i think im still overcoming like everything ive been faced with ever

58. writing? listening, helping, giving advice. idk tbh like talents who?

59. "jesus christ, my dude”

60. a fantasy/comedy, or at least if its gonna be fantasy with death and stuff, it should be dope as fuck

61. "isn’t vulnerability the opposite of being in control?” from a webcomic called aerial magic. super simple but the entire scene leading up to it,,,,,so good

62. umm fuck! i dont kno whether favs r usually ones that i relate to or ones that i wanna b like but??? keith from voltron, jirou from bnha, chromedome and/or rewind from transformers/mtmte, sypha from castlevania, and jayfeather from warriors

63. planetary (go!) by mcr, the seed by aurora, hayloft by mother mother, the cup/halloween blues from relient k, choke by i dont know how but they found me

64. coolmath was THE shit

65. yes! two on my leg from a surgery i had to get to realign my femur, bc i snapped the bone in half

66. lavender, snowdrops, hibiscus

67. i dont really have any, mostly bc i have a hard time attaching like. That sorta meaning to just random objects, but i do still have a small teddy bear stashed safely away in my room from when i was a little babee

68. pickle-flavored pringles. disgusting. would not recommend

69. lions’ roars can be heard up to 5 miles away from the original source

70. right handed

71. horizontal stripes, i guess? there’s not much wrong with them but i just Never wear them

72. math

73. i dont usually eat /weird/ flavor combos, even tho ill eat basically anything, but i like ketchup in mac and cheese sometimes. or fries in shakes. chicken and waffles. stuff like that

74. 11

75. idek honestly, my memory is too bad

76. hashbrowns

77. i dont kno a Lot of plants off the top of my head other than the Basic ones but literally any flower in a windowsill is like bone apple teeth in my mind

78. sushi from a grocery store. publix taught me that grocery stores can, in fact, be trusted when needed

79. my school id photo

80. earth tones

81. fireflies

82. pc

83. writing

84. talk radio is nostalgic but podcasts are always more entertaining to actually listen to

84. polly pocket

85. mythology with a dash of fairytales

86. cupcakes, because of my dog’s name

87. abandonment

88. to grow unbreakable attachments with everyone i care very deeply about and grow into an old age with them, or something

89. i feel like answering this question totally honestly would hurt ppl’s feelings, but also i literally could think of like 4 people to put down for this and i’m bad at deciding, esp w smth like this, so. not to b vague but These People kno who they are

90. becoming a part of a certain website with a bad crowd and managing to pick out the good apples in such a rotten batch

91. boxes

92. lamps /and/ fairy lights

93. i dont rly have any but my parents call me hannah banana. that’s ab it, tho

94. fall/winter? it kinda is inconsistent because fall has bad weather in florida but winter is when like everything has Gone Wrong in life these past few years, but then fall has such a GOOD aesthetic and my birthday is in winter, so they’re pretty even rn

95. uhhh??? thats such a weird thing, to try and assign a “favorite” app, but the only thing i could think to say would be spotify just bc i use it so much on my phone, even if the app itself isnt the greatest

96. i havent set one, actually, bc im lazy and havent found anything that’d fit

97. 2 and a half

98. the part where fish were learning that they could walk on land

#asks #resilientspeaker #trying to put this under read more #but either tumblr doesnt let asks to do that or its not showing me anything #either way if this Does show to b a long post sorry ab that

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hotarubi-e · 8 years ago

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Your hands feel like home

Request: Some college au lance and keith, where maybe keith gets like really badly sick (Up to you my friend how) and lance has to force him to stop going to classes/go to the hospital but keith gets so freaking stressed because he must have perfect grades (Klance if you want!!) Thank!!! C:

Summary: When Keith comes down sick, he assumes its nothing and carries on. But as classes and deadlines start to take their toll, it becomes more and more obvious to both Keith and his boyfriend Lance, that this ‘cold’ is anything but normal. How he made it to lectures with full blown pneumonia, he’ll never know, but something he does know is that no matter what, Lance will always be by his side.

‘Babe, did you get the coffee?’

Keith raised his head, pausing in his feeble attempt to remove his shoes without experiencing a rapid, unplanned introduction to the floor.

‘Huh?’ he called, a small wince seeping through his teeth at the irritable scrape in his throat. He had been feeling ill for days, sluggish and tired, with a growing wet cough that burned his airways and pounded his head like a hammer on an anvil. He knew he had a fever - that morning while Lance had still been sleeping he had snuck into his bathroom and borrowed his thermometer, only find that his temperature had risen to 38.5 degrees. But college was just too busy to take a day off from, and so he had popped a few fever reducers and paracetamol and gotten on with his day.

‘Coffee,’ Lance repeated, sticking his head out of the kitchen door to raise his eyebrows at Keith. ‘you said you were gonna stop by the store on your way here and pick some up. I’m nearly out,’

Keith groaned, leaning his head against the wall, second shoe all but forgotten. ‘Damnit.. I forgot, sorry. Want me to go back out and get some?’ he asked, but every fibre of his body was praying that Lance would say no. Apparently, whatever Gods were looking down on him chose to be kind, and Lance shook his head, at ease.

‘Nah, it’s cool - it’s mostly for you, anyway. There’s enough for probably a small pot. I’ll just grab one on my way to class,’

‘Are you sure?’ Keith bit his lip, guilt flooding through his brain, but Lance nodded with a smile and took a step closer to him, holding out a hand for Keith’s jacket. He shrugged out of it and handed it over, watching arbitrarily as Lance slung it over the back of the couch. ‘I’ll get some tomorrow morning..’

‘Hey - are you okay?’

Keith blinked, startled as his vision was unceremoniously filled in its entirety by Lance’s face, grin replaced by a wavering frown.

‘Yeah, why?’ Keith moved a step backwards, avoiding the hand he could see rising towards his forehead. The last thing he needed was Lance finding out he had a temperature - they had only been going out for a month or so, and that was far too soon to subject Lance to the tortures of caring for a sick boyfriend.

‘I dunno.. you just seem a bit.. out of it, I guess? And your face is flushed. Like, really red,’

‘Oh, I uh, walked kinda fast,’ it wasn’t a total lie, Keith consoled himself - he had walked faster than he had intended, wanting to just get to Lance’s apartment and curl up in a ball on the couch for a few hours. He still had work to do, but the draw of a brief nap was too much to resist.

‘You walked fast..’ Lance deadpanned, seeming anything but convinced. ‘and that made you turn full tomato..’

‘Ugh, Lance, don’t compare me to a fruit, please.. I just wanna sit down, okay?’ he said, brushing past Lance’s side toward the couch. He slumped down into it, sighing in all the pleasure his rebelling body could muster. But his respite was short lived as with a squeal of indignation, Lance face planted right into his knees, rapidly repositioning himself so that he was koala-ed around Keith’s waist.

‘Keith! Shame on you, you vegetable heathen! Tomatoes! Fruit?! How dare you!’

Keith grunted against the weight of Lance’s body, failing miserably in trying to push him off. ‘They are fruit, Lance. Now get the hell off me, I want to nap,’

‘You never nap,’ Lance’s face startled into another, more violent frown. ‘Are you sure you’re okay? You said before that you only nap when you’re -‘

Keith cut him off before he could say the dreaded word. ‘I’m fine. Now get off my lap and hug me like a normal person,’

At Keith’s direct invitation for physical contact, Lance was only too happy to oblige. Maybe Keith could pull of recovering from his cold without Lance finding out after all.

Oh, how Keith had been so, so wrong.

When he woke the next morning, face burning, chest heaving with painful, soaking coughs, any and all hope of hiding his illness from his boyfriend was completely and resoundingly crushed. Adding to the pile a worryingly intense difficulty in breathing and cold sweat trickling down his back, and Keith knew from the moment he opened his eyes to the early morning sun that he was totally and royally fucked.

Rolling onto his side, he suppressed a moan, kneading his palms into the meat of his eyes and praying silently that Lance would just sleep through until Keith was already up and out of the door.

That prayer, however, was not answered.

‘Babe, did you spill something?’ Lance’s sleepy voice called, words languid and drawled as they washed over Keith’s neck, managing slightly to relax the shaking jitter that had begun in his bones. He just shook his head, mentally resigned to his fate. ‘Then what - you’re shirt’s soaked.. Keith, are you sweating?!’

‘…I think I’m sick…’ he rasped, voice barely functional around the thick mucus his body was ejecting from his lungs disguised as coughs.

‘And how long have you ‘thought’ you were sick for?’ Lance asked, and Keith groaned at the blatant note of irritation seeping into his tone.

‘…Few days..’

‘Goddamnit, Keith.. why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I didn’t want to worry you, okay?’ He shifted into a sitting position, regretting it instantly as his head spun like a top on his neck. Massaging his temples, he risked a glance over at Lance - he looked pissed.

‘Right, we’re going to the doctors,’

‘What? No! I-‘ Keith’s voice cut off around a viscous cough, lungs hacking as they sought to remove the phlegm blocking the passage of air. By the time he was done, he had sunk heavily into Lance’s side, breath panting as Lance drew soothing circles down his back. ‘…I have class..’ He managed once he had inhaled an adequate depth of air.

‘No you don’t, not anymore. You’re too sick for class,’ Lance mumbled, nosing Keith’s hair comfortingly. It smelled of sweat and cinnamon, and Lance wasn’t sure if he should like it quite as much as he did. Keith squirmed in his arms, fighting to remove himself from Lance’s hold, but Lance just tightened his grip imperceptibly, effortlessly cutting off any and all objection. ‘Just stay here today, and I’ll make you some soup when I get back from my forensics labs, okay?’

‘Nngh..’

‘Sorry?’

‘No!’ Keith’s voice was breathless and terse, an unnerving gravel sneaking up beneath it as yet more mucus fought to make its way out along with the sound. ‘I mean to say no. Lance -‘ he panted, lungs starved of oxygen by even such a simple sentence. ‘..Lance.. I have to go to class.. I have two essays due.. and three chapters of my story. All for two weeks time,’

‘And one day off to rest up and get better isn’t gonna stop you from managing that, dummy. You’ve already gotten, what? One essay almost finished and nearly two chapters? See - you’re totally fine,’

‘I am not fine..’ Keith protested, closing his eyes against the spinning pain burning behind his lids. ‘I have so much to do.. and you know they won’t let me keep ghost writing if I don’t maintain my G.P.A…’

Lance frowned. That was true.. Their college had very particular requirements regarding extracurricular activities related to the student’s course, and Keith’s ghost writing job was entirely reliant on his creative writing tutors being happy that he was keeping up with his predicted grade. But that wasn’t justification for Keith allowing himself to suffer alone with an illness that was clearly dipping over into debilitating. As Lance mused, he listened helpless to Keith fail to suppress another round of vicious coughing, only moving when Keith’s hands clamped hard over his mouth.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, but Keith did not reply, instead just waggling his head desperately towards the bathroom door. For a moment Lance thought he was going to be sick, until another two thick, dripping coughs worked their way from Keith’s chest. ‘Shit, okay - wait there, I’ll grab you some tissues!’ All he got in return was a sour glare from Keith.

Once he was back on the bed, Lance slipped the tissues behind Keith’s fortress of hands, grimacing as a small trickle of mucus slid down the back of Keith’s fingers. Keith coughed for another few minutes before finally stopping, tissues balled in a wet pile in his fist.

‘..That was disgusting..’ He whined, and Lance couldn’t help but agree. Not only was it far too early in their relationship for un-vetted access to the full array of bodily fluids, but it was also too early in the morning, and Lance hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet. But Keith seemed to be waning, and his worry promptly overtook any lingering disillusionment about Keith’s infallible beauty.

‘Babe, seriously - let me take you to see a doctor, you’re burning up,’ he said, palm carding restlessly over Keith’s melting cheeks. But once again, Keith shook his head, determined to go to class even if it killed him. Lance didn’t even want to consider the possibility that that might actually happen.

‘I’m going, Lance..’ he huffed, sliding his body weakly over the edge of the bed. ‘I’ll take some Tylenol and be fine,’

Keith was not fine. Keith was panicking.

Half way through his two hour lecture, Keith had realised that it was physically impossible to repress his cough any further, and having reached a point of no return with the now gushing expulsion of phlegm, he had rushed from the hall and dived into the nearest empty bathroom. For ten minutes straight he had stood, leaning heavily against the sink, as cough after cough wracked his chest, increasing the ballooning pain ten fold with each heave of sticky, green fluid.

The fear that had been blossoming in his gut since that morning only grew worse with each agonising crack of his chest, and for not the first time he wished that he had taken Lance up on his offer to just stay in bed. Maybe something really was wrong with him? He couldn’t remember ever having a cold so bad that his body forced ball after ball of wet mucus from his lungs, or burned his face with such a heat. It felt like he was roasting alive, like the core of his body had melted into flames that were trying to braise their way out. But as yet another round of hacking, crackling coughs forced their way from within him, he remembered the mountain of things he still had to do.

No matter what condition his body was in, he simply could not afford a day of rest. He would have to be hospitalised before he would let that happen.

Forcing as deep a breath as he could past his lips, Keith tried everything in his power to steady himself. The fingers of his left hand were holding his face in a vice-like grip, covering his mouth, while those of his right clutched the rim of the sink for dear life. His knuckles were turning whiter with every fit, and the joints ached for release from the tension, but he was incapable of obliging. And so he continued to cling with everything he had until his knees gave out, pitching him forwards into the counter’s embrace.

The sink caught him beneath the ribs, expelling what little air he had managed to consume, and he couldn’t find the strength in his legs to right himself. Briefly, he considered calling Lance, getting him to drop his chemistry labs and rush to his aid, but the demon in his brain called an end to the plan before it had even really begun. He would not be a burden to Lance. They had only been together such a short time - Lance could still turn around and walk away. Keith wouldn’t risk that even if his life depended on it. Which, right then, he feared it did.

By the time Keith finally got back to Lance’s apartment that night, he was done. The moment Lance opened the door, Keith fell forwards, face first into Lance’s chest and held aloft only by the grace of his boyfriend’s arms. There was so little viable tension left in his body that even as Lance manoeuvred him towards the couch, Keith found himself incapable of providing help. So instead he let Lance drag him, limp limbs dangling, over to the waiting pile of stuffing-filled goodness.

‘Oh my god, babe.. you’re a mess,’ Lance sighed, sliding his body down next to Keith’s as he wrapped his arms tightly around his chest. ‘and hot. Like, burning,’

‘’m fine,’ Keith insisted, but within the safe confines of his brain, he knew that was a lie. And it was developing into a dangerous one at that. Another bubbling cough circulated in his chest, and he shoved a preemptive tissue into his face, trying hard to stifle it.

‘Fine my ass, Keith, you’re ill as fuck, and that cough does not sound normal. I swear to God, if you still sound like that in the morning, we’re going to the ER,’

‘Over my dead body, Lance,’

Or at least, that was what Keith tried to say, but as it came out interspersed by merciless coughing, it sounded far more like a breathy, yet eerily prophetic wheeze.

‘At this rate, Keith, that’s not far off,’ Lance’s tone was amusedly chiding, but he really couldn’t quite shake the fear that Keith’s words were hitting a little too close to home for comfort. He brushed it off regardless - they had just started to find their swing as a couple, and the last thing Lance wanted to do was disturb the status quo by accusing Keith of lying.

But by the next morning, Keith wished more than anything that Lance had in fact called him out on his shit.

Lance had left early, citing some field work practice test - Keith was pretty sure he had heard the words ‘blood splatter’, ‘patterns’ and testing’, but had thankfully tuned out the more gory of details - leaving Keith to doze fitfully in bed for the next few hours. But as ten a.m. rolled round, he knew he had to get up. His writing work shop was at half past, and there was no way he would have time to get a coffee if he didn’t leave within the next ten minutes. And seeing as Keith was nonfunctional without caffeine on a good day, he dreaded to think what he would be like when half dead.

But as he pulled himself out of his sweats, he realised a small problem - he couldn’t think. The words refused to stay ordered, threads of thought drifting off before he could even make out their source, words and meaning becoming confused. Everything blurred together, frightening him with the hazy drawl his brain had become. His mind was like honey, thick and stuck together, but no attempts Keith made to loosen it seemed to work. If anything, they made it worse.

Panic rising in his throat alongside yet another mucus filled cough, Keith hauled himself from the mattress, sweats still dangling by one leg, with the intention of making it to the bathroom. He had to check his temperature. He wasn’t sure why, exactly, but the sudden fear that it had spiked too far for safety had struck his brain and was refusing to let go.

He didn’t make it far. Half way to the edge of the room, Keith felt a stab of pain far sharper than all others before it worm its way through his chest, and with a short cry of alarm, gave up fighting the pull of gravity as it dragged him to the floor. It was with one last shred of consciousness that he thought of Lance, and found himself filled with self hatred at the pain finding Keith going to cause him.

Keith blinked blearily, not quite understanding where he was or why he was lying down. He wasn’t sure what the last thing he remembered was, and the idea was faintly terrifying. But he found it difficult to grasp on to, his mind refusing to focus enough to really contemplate why exactly it was that he was missing a chunk of time.

Groaning softly, he felt something tugging on his elbow - a sharp, metal-like feeling that seemed to cement him a little more in reality. Shifting his arm, he tried to place it, figure out what it was, but nothing revealed itself to him, and so he brushed it off, choosing instead to ignore it in favour of more sleep. But that sleep didn’t come - as soon as the decision had been made, he heard a sound suspiciously like a door opening and let a low keen out from his lips.

‘Keith? Baby, you awake?’

Lance.

‘Can you hear me?’ He was whispering, voice soft and gentle as it tumbled down on Keith from above. Keith whimpered into it, wanting more than anything to open his eyes, but finding himself currently incapable. ‘Hey, hey, shh, it’s okay, baby, it’s alright - I’m here,’

‘..L-Lance?’ Keith’s voice shocked him - it was barely a croak; a wisp on the air, small enough that the slightest breeze might carry it away. ‘W-where.. am I?’

‘You’re in the hospital, baby, I had to call an ambulance,’ Lance’s voice sounded like it might be crying, and Keith wanted to fight that fact, take those tears and cast them away. ‘I came home early and found you passed out on the floor, and when you didn’t wake up, I.. I called 911. Baby, you scared the shit outta me,’

‘What’s wrong with me?’ It was a sob, and Keith was surprised equally by both that and the fact that his eyes were open now, staring up into Lance’s tear-stained face.

‘Shh, it’s okay,’ Lance soothed again, carding his fingers gently through Keith’s hair. ‘You’re gonna be fine now, Keith - you’re on antibiotics, and so much other good stuff that you’ll be out of here in no time, alright? You’ve got pneumonia. They said it was kinda amazing that you were even standing, let alone still going to class, so I guess at least you can be proud of that,’

‘..Pneumonia..?

Lance nodded, smiling soft and sweet down at Keith’s weary face. ‘Yeah, babe. Apparently it’s a pretty bad one, and you literally nearly worked yourself to death,’ he seemed to deliberate something for a moment, making Keith’s breath catch with nerves in his throat. The little hitching sound drew Lance from his thoughts, and seemed to jog him into the decision to speak. ‘I think.. I think when you’re better, we need to have a conversation about your communication skills, okay? You could have killed yourself working away like that, and you didn’t even tell me when you got sick. You know it’s part of my job as your boyfriend to take care of you, right?’

‘’m sorry.. I-I didn’t want to- to worry you..’ Keith had started to cry, but as soon as Lance caught the tears he was wiping them away, frowning replaced by a glow like the sun, bring Keith back from an edge he hadn’t realised he was near.

‘Well, dummy, that kinda backfired, I guess,’ he laughed, low and kind, and Keith wanted to catch that sound and bottle it forever. ‘but we’ll talk more when you’re feeling better, okay? Just sleep now, babe - you’ve earned it. And I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not leaving your side ever again, whether you’re sick or not - not until you force me,’

‘Never,’ Keith smiled, a small sniffle breaking through his defences before the soft embrace of Lance’s hands in his hair lulled him into the most peaceful sleep he had experienced in days.

#sickfic #pneumonia #college au #keith kogane #keith (voltron)#lance mcclain #voltron lance #writer keith #forensics student lance #voltron #voltron legendary defender #hospital #klance

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ofconsequence · 7 years ago

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Rewatching A&E’s BATES MOTEL

1x01 (First You Dream, Then You Die)

Wow. Okay, so I am 48 seconds into the episode, and I already have thoughts. Oops. Something tells me it’ll take me awhile to get through every episode if I actually seriously take the time to write everything down...

Anywho -- obviously, the audience is meant to note the dialogue going on in the background as we pan into Norman’s face. A conversation’s being had on an old movie about a guy who’s gonna move in and live with his mother.

I also find it interesting how many photos are crammed onto the walls, even in such narrow hallways; it must be part of how Norma likes to illustrate this beautiful (but non-existent) life story of hers, a way to play the part of that girl who grew up with a kind, smiling father and a mother who always smelled like cookies. I wonder if playing this part is a way that she copes, too. We know she’s obviously willfully blind to things that cause her pain, or at least refocuses and forces that pain onto somebody else sort’ve deal (say... her eldest baby boy.)

Also -- baseball is on in the background, so we can gather that Sam Bates was a fan of baseball.

And here for the first time they use an empty/unattended kitchen to show Norma’s blatant absence (to be used later in the series when Dylan goes to find her in 4x07, There’s No Place Like Home). (I’ll also pointlessly note the writers seem to use spaghetti as a staple meal for the family, since in only 50 episodes with minimal normal domestic scenes, Dylan was also shown cooking spaghetti in 5x05, Dreams Die First).

And... only 55 seconds in, I’ve paused it again. Dang! Check out Sam Bates’ workshop. The dude must have been handy -- y’know, before he became a total drunk and completely useless. There’s a motorbike in there, too. Looks like it might be stripped? (It’s definitely not the bike we see Dylan driving later, though; totally different build.)

... Heh. I’m five minutes in, now -- just smirking a bit at Norman thinking his room was up in what eventually becomes Dylan’s room. It’s strange, though. There’s a door there left ajar; but I’m fairly certain we don’t ever see that door again later? Either that house was built really weirdly, too, or the folks who designed the sets just weren’t thinking totally straight, becauuuuse...

I can’t for the life of me get the freakin’ layout of this house, man. I know the back end comes out a little more, so it’s more shaped like

than I think it is but still... Oy...

Anyways. I love Norma and Norman so much and just want the world for them. My heart aches knowing their chance to start over was thwarted and ended in tragedy. :( I just want to protect them skjdhgs.

Forever amused that Norman Bates was listening to classical music on his iPod. Also amused at how Bradley and her friends sort’ve ambush Norman, haha. You can tell it’s a small town with not a lot of turn around -- they were really curious about him, but I also think it was very kind of them to immediately initiate communication instead of sort’ve shunning him and not welcoming him at all, y’know? Even though we all know how this ends, still. I think it was nice of them to reach out, at least at first, and even if it was ultimately for their own curiousity’s sake. Idk.

Also, straight off the bat in the small glimpse that we saw, I like Miss Watson -- and it’s only because I’m rewatching and know how her relationship with Norman develops that I find her line “You look like a runner” kind’ve a tip off, I’m sure. But I liked how she worded the students’ homework, the tiny glimpse we saw of her teaching style, and I like how she speaks to Norman non accusingly when she laments his grades and seems so genuinely invested in helping him.

(I also wanna note that even though Norman said they moved a lot, I always pictured they moved around a lot in terms of homes, but always remained in the Scottsdale or more specifically Southern Scottsdale area. It’s a large city after all. No other home besides Norma’s childhood in Ohio and then Arizona was ever mentioned, so that’s just what I’m inferring.)

Ahh.... this scene where Norman comes home to Norma always makes me cringe so bad. I love Norma, I truly do, but for me, this was one of her worse scenes in terms of me not really liking her so much. But I really appreciate how the writers handled it because it really sums up her parenting style (especially in regards to Norman) super swiftly and very clearly. Random sidenote? I never understood people burning candles at dinner. After dinner, sure, but I’d be scared to knock it over while we’re eating and reaching across the table for things. Like... idk, candles are more a thing you put on a coffee table, mantle or side table rather than a dinner table, imo.

Keith Summers... I liked you for a fraction of one second, when you walked up those steps and asked Norman how he liked living there so far. Maybe I’m naive, but for that fraction of a second, I remember thinking you were only there to welcome them. Ugh... Part of me wonders if Keith would have reacted as strongly as he did if Norma hadn’t spoken to him that way (threatening to shoot him), but either way, he did, and we know what he did to god knows how many other girls, too. He deserved a slower death than what he got.

The scene where Norma answers the door and tells Bradley Norman can’t go out reminds me a bit of the dinner scene, but less cringe-worthy; Norma could have known Bradley didn’t intend on bringing her son to the library and wanted to protect him from that, which is more understandable to me than preventing him from joining the track team at school, especially after Keith’s threats about not knowing anything about the town, etc. She doesn’t know what the local kids are like, y’know? And Norman is different, not exactly a partying teen. However, if she didn’t see through Bradley’s fib, well... that’s a little different, and again, referring more back to Norma-esque clingyness rather than a mom just being protective. And if she genuinely believed her excuse (unpacking, stuff to do, blah de blah,) that’s manipulative, too, because they were just sitting there, and you know the writers must’ve included that brief scene for that very reason (to illustrate that Norma was definitely exaggerating.)

I really like the way they showed Norma hesitating and turning around with narrowed eyes during their confrontation after Bradley and her friends left; now that we know Norma does have a reason to be as protective as she is, this was really good foreshadowing. She was scrambling to keep a lid on Norman’s temper, but her own flared up too. The bit that Norman said was another good bit of insight into Norma’s parenting, too. It makes me sad because Dylan would have grown up jealous over that, was jealous over it, even though he knew it wasn’t right (because at least it was something.) I think Dylan realizes just how badly Norma’s smothering affected Norman for the first time when he comes home in the next episode; because it has been three years since they’ve lived together and possibly seen and spoken to one another (at least from what I’m inferring.) He sees Norman and he thinks, “This is no normal teenage dude,” and gets angry with Norma and uses that to put up a front for that jealousy that’s eaten away at him since forever.

Anyway. Back to the current show. lmao I love Norma’s parting words ( “Well maybe you better just stay there the rest of the night, then!” ) It was so realistic, bahah. And Norman throwing his stuffed dog hahah (also LOL stuffed dog, I see wat u did there, writers and / or props department).

I’ll never get over how “grown up” that party was that Bradley and her buddies took Norman to. But at the same time, I feel like I’m lacking in real world experience -- I literally never went to a party when I was in high school, let alone one full of teenagers with rich parents. I loved how they specifically showed the weed, too. Just little things like that, tiny little hints and foreshadowing -- it just shows that the writers actually wrote at least one season all in one go, not just episode by episode. I wonder whose house that was at, too? It’s a weird setting, can’t really tell if it’s a public building or a home.

And I am literally just realizing for the first time ever that Bradley was drunk in the scene with her and Norman (and then Richard)....... oops. I kinda hope that Bradley must’ve done or said something to make Richard so jealous and rude to Norman right off the bat, though. Or maybe he’s just so into Bradley and insecure he’s just douchey like that? I dunno. I mean, at least later in the season he has more of a reason, but their first meeting there, he’s kind’ve a dick for no apparent reason... unless maybe he saw Bradley walking up close to Norman from afar or something, idk.

... Uuuugh. This next scene. I’m cringing in advance. It’s really hard to watch. Part of me had to smirk a bit at how Norma was just finishing up cleaning up for the night before everything ends up covered in blood spatter though, even though my gut’s twisting at how all that blood ends up there at all. Ohhh, sidenote: I mean, we know Norma loves making things beautiful and we often see her clean, but maybe cleaning is cathartic for her? Like maybe the reason she likes cleaning so much is part of her delusion thing (like with all the family photos I mentioned before) or maybe it’s more just cathartic in the sense that it gives her some semblance of control? Random thing that just occurred to me. I’d always kind’ve assumed she liked cleaning just because, but maybe it’s a little deeper, I dunno.

I also love the little realistic shot of Norma smiling to herself, waving off her worries. I think we’ve all done that, haha. (Can you tell I just love all the realistic little tid bits of this show? It all feels so real. Much wow, such quality. :’D) And I love that the music tells you just as much as Norma’s suddenly stiffening posture that something in her gut just twisted at that next noise. I’ve felt that “flight” instinct before, and it’s like something wrenches and rips on your insides and all of a sudden you feel like everything is on some strangely extreme level, like your body goes into hyper drive while holding a breath all at once. It’s horrible and makes your heart stop (or beat so fast you can’t feel it anymore.) I really sympathize with her right there, and I can appreciate that she doesn’t step right up to the glass, because when you feel that train wreck in slow motion feeling, you would be much too scared to face the source of your fear that closely.

Uuugh... god... can anybody watch this scene without grimacing and hugging themselves....? I don’t have anything more to say.... I was watching this scene in a tank top and actually had to put a sweater on because it just makes me feel so uncomfortable...

It’s too bad Norma or Norman didn’t think to handcuff Keith with his hands behind his back -- but maybe the murder would seem less gruesome this way?? Tho lbr it was pretty gruesome anyways. The sound effects... bah.

Norma’s reaction to everything makes so much more sense and seems less crazy somehow, knowing her back story, understanding where she’s coming from. I mean, it still sucks that she chose to hide the body instead of call it in, yadda yadda, but -- she stabbed him so many times, and then part of it must have been fear, too... she didn’t want people to know she’d been raped, to have that reminder.

-- How did Jiao get her notebook under the carpet? And why did she leave it there?

Alex is such a dick this episode lmao. Ultimate stoic sheriff. haha. Maybe he just senses she’s lying or something idk. Which... I guess he probably does, since he asks to look inside. I’ll never understand why neither he nor Shelby smells the body / blood in the bathroom. I mean, unless Romero was rocking a seriously bad UTI and couldn’t smell it over his own piss... >.> Or maybe the pipes or plumbing already smelled coppery? Or the place is so musty that it muffled out the smell? Idk, idk. To me, this was one of the show’s biggest plot holes right here. Blood reeks.

Ahhh, dat school cafeteria tho. I kind’ve wonder if Norman hallucinated the spot of blood on his shoe. It was very bright -- dried blood isn’t that red. Maybe this was his first on screen hallucination... And hooray for the introduction of Emma! Man, I can’t get over how much she grew up during the course of this show. She seems so young here.

Okay, honestly, this got rushed about halfway through the episode because my mom came home and I felt awkward pausing it every two minutes like I was to jot something down, and I don’t even feel like writing stuff about the rest of the episode anymore, lmao. But, hey -- this is casual, at my leisure... I doubt anybody else will read this anyways, so I’m basically talking to myself over here.

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On the off chance that anybody else does end up reading this, please let me know so I can be less lazy about this in the future if something similar happens.

#sela rewatches bates motel #text posts #text post #sela scribbles

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everythinginslowmotion · 7 years ago

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Ghost Town AU part 2 (klance)

So here is part 2 to the Terlingua Au of mine. Sorry it took so long to get out, but it is finally here. If you need part 1 go here |x|

A couple of weeks have passed since Lance first came to Terlingua and they have been great so far

He took his very first river tour out the day after and only 1 little kid fell in the river (he was fine (he was also from France which was cool))

It was a pretty full group so Allura, Pidge, Hunk and him all went on it. He got paired with Allura- which he didn’t mind but Hunk is pretty cool too

that night the group went to the starlight theater and celebrated a successful opening day and somehow a drunken Shiro mentioned Keith taking Lance on an air tour one day

Today was that day

The Saturday after he had been there for 3 weeks- to be exact- he walked in from helping Hunk load the canoes onto the trailer and Allura was waiting with Shiro by the counterAnd that is how he ended up in the passenger's seat of Shiro’s black truck

”Lance I’m giving you the rest of the day off today. You haven’t really had a break and you need to see some of Terlingua eventually.”

”so you are coming with me, so you can see it from the best view in town”

He wasn’t seeing it with Shiro though.

The shack that they pulled up to was a small wooden building in between the main town and the ghost part of the town. Outside was a tin shelter with 4 planes in it, and outside about 100 feet from it was a red 2 passenger plane with Keith in front of itLance’s heart stopped

he may be starting to develop a crush on this Keith guy

Maybe

Shiro walked him over to him

”Keith I would like you to meet your flying buddy for today”

”Lance? But I have some guests booked for a flight in an hour”

”yes and I am taking them, which leaves you free to fly him around and show him the better side of Terlingua.”

In 30 minutes they loaded the plane and were off

It was pretty awkward at first but once they got over some of the sights it got better

There was a lot of rocks and desert

but there were a couple of neat things like the Indian Head Trail and the Rio Grande

Mainly Keith would fly over places and tell him stories which were the most interesting things he had ever heard

The tour took about an hour totalIt kind of got awkward again until Keith told him he wanted to show him something

”You hungry? I wanna show you something”

”i could use some food”

Lance was not liking how close he was to Keith on the back of the bike and being able to smell how good he smelled

(he loved it shut up Lance's mind)

They took his bike back into the town and stopped at the diner to pick up some food from Shay then went to the entrance of a trail (it's the indian head trail from earlier)

Keith remembered how much Lance had said he had liked it

They went up the path a ways until they came across a truck

It was Corans truck

They stopped and talked about some of the rocks he was showing his small tour group and he asked where they were going

Keith told him the lookout

Coran gave him a look but just smiled as they got back on the bike

They made it to the lookout and Keith was right, you could really see everything from there

He said it was the best place to watch the sunset but they were too early to watch it today

They leaned against the fencing and ate their sandwiches while keith told him some more stories about his childhood and while Lance told him stories about his family

It wasn’t until Lance made a joke and Keith started laughing really hard (he snorts when he laughs and Lance finds it adorable) that he realized how hard he was falling for this guy

Keith also was noticing how Lances eyes stood out in contrast to the orangish-reds of their surroundings and wow they were beautiful

He was already screwed with this one

Stupid shiro called it again but he didn’t know if he could do this again...

This was becoming a very bad idea

Lance couldn’t help but notice how close they were standing

Wow it just suddenly got like 10 degrees hotter (Texas weather was crazy...wasn’t that just it)

Lance couldn’t stop looking at how happy he looked while laughing and when Keith finally noticed they both kinda just stopped functioning and stared at each other like idiots

”God why is he so pretty? Has he always been this pretty?” (both of them were thinking this because they are both beautiful)

then the leaning started

Keith was kind of in a trance but about halfway to Lance realized what the fuck he was doing and panicked

By panicking I mean he tried to step backwards and tripped all while thinking “shit shit shit shit not this. Nope. not again. Never again. Nope. shit. Fuck now he thinks im crazy.”

Lance pushed his hair back awkwardly but decided he should help keith up

Welp that's not how lance wanted that to go

”We should- probably head back now…”

They got back on Keiths bike and Lance tried not to lean so close this time…

Lance kind of got the feeling that tonights dinner would be weird.

He was right. Keith didn’t speak to him, but otherwise everything else was normal

Until everyone started to go to sleep…

Keith didn’t show up in the tent that night

It was only 3 weeks in and lances great summer was starting to sour quickly

So this is the second part, it is slightly shorter even though I took longer to write it because school.. but here it is with Coran, Klance and some mystery added to Keith...

|x|-Part 1

|x|-Lance’s background story

#lance (voltron)#Keith (voltron)#klance #voltron #klance au #voltron au #lance mcclain #keith kogane #shiro (voltron)#pidge gunderson #hunk garrett #klance fluff #allura (voltron)#coran (voltron)#my writing #terlingua au #fandom textpost

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