#in my headcanon white and red are tenor

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Today's NSR Trivia: 1010's Pitch (Scrapped/Incorrect)

Although all 1010 members have the exact same speaking voice, when singing their "Stifled!" line, Green has the lowest pitch, Red and Blue have the same pitch, and Yellow has the highest pitch.

Speculation below the cut.

In classical terms, this likely means that in proper songs, Green would be baritone, Red & Blue are tenor, and Yellow is countertenor. Since White rarely sings his parts, it's hard to place him, but since he usually leads with a deeper voice than the rest, he could be the bass in proper songs.

However, that's just theoretical. Since they all literally have the same voice, they would all have the exact same vocal range. Though, I personally doubt that they would have seen so much success if there wasn't some variance in their tone during songs.

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Your les mis!levihan stuff gives me life 😭😭😭 Any chance we can get some more headcanons??? 🖐️

ANON MY CHILD YOU’VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE also this is like . Probably really niche so forgive me oomfies for getting really specific about thIS

uhmmm let’s see, i’m trying to imagine the vets’ voices and associating them to the actual stage actors

for erwin i imagine him sounding a lot like either bradley jaden or daniel diges from the spanish adaptation, just a really really powerful voice that makes buildings shake ✨ and recently i’ve found out that john owen jones understudied enjolras back in 1997 and i’ve listened to the audio and i loVE IT so yeah lemme throw a bit of JOJ voice in there as well; and yeah since he’s got the range he’s totally going for the optional high note in “let others rise to take our place until the earth is FREEEE”. for his mannerisms i feel like he’d do his homework and he’d try to emulate book!enjolras more than the usual direction the show takes with this character. i imagine erwin’s fav moment in the play would be getting to “scold” marius-levi for being distracted by his love for hanji-cosette. like i just see him really exaggerating the “MARIUS YOU’RE NO LONGER A CHILD” in red and black during rehearsals and idk the thought gives me life lmaooo also in drink with me he’d totally go for a hug with mike who plays grantaire (erumike stans make some noise), as anton zetterholm used to do back in 2013/14 and in general would be really touchy with all the students on the barricade. he Loves the red and gold vest, absolutely hates the paris outfit. he is so tall and wearing the all black suit he feels like he looks like a penguin. also HATES being in the ensemble playing a convict during the prologue bc the fake dirt is really hard to wash off and he doesn’t want to stain the pristine white shirt he wears as enjolras

for levi it’s a bit harder to find a voice that suits him as the play tends to cast tenors for marius and levi is clearly a baritone in this au so i’m going with classic michael ball, who might be the marius with the deepest voice i’ve heard among all, with definitely less vibrato and definitely less less less less polished vocals as in my au dude has never taken singing lessons. i feel like he’d absolutely loathe having to sing “in my life/a heart full of love” at first bc come on can you imagine levi singing shit like “IN MY LIIIIFE SHE HAS BURST LIKE THE MUSIC OF ANGELS, THE LIGHT OF THE SUUUUN” SKDJDKSMSKAHSH but yk after spending more and more time with hanji mf actually starts to enjoy it 😳 but his favourite scene to play i guess would be drink with me, bc it gives him a weird sense of nostalgia and deja-vu that he really can’t explain to himself but it’s a pleasant feeling. would probably dread having to sing empty chairs at empty tables bc it’s nerve-wracking for him as it’s a bit out of his range and doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of the audience if he fails the high notes on “the very WOOORDS that they had sung BECAAAME their last communion” and “oh my friends my FRIEEENDS DON’T ASK MEEEE” but he’d emote really well nonetheless even with unpolished vocals good job bby we’re all proud of you!! also hanji totally helps him out with vocal exercises. refuses playing a convict in the ensemble and gets yelled at by the directors for it but there’s no way in hell he’s smearing fake dirt all over his body. he loves the paris suit tho makes him feel ✨classy✨. doesn’t roll up his sleeves at the barricade bc he feels like an idiot

for hanji WELL i see her voice being similar to katie hall, with a really giddy and carefree take on cosette and a strong tone that’s never screechy; compared to many cosettes i feel like katie has a much less soft voice and is actually really loud? as if playing christine in phantom of the opera (IF YOU CAN’T TELL KATIE IS MY FAV COSETTE AND MY FAV CHRISTINE so of course imma assign her to hanjo). cosette is a soprano role and i imagine hanji as a mezzo with an amazingly developed upper range and head voice (thank you @ hanji’s parents for all those classical singing lessons). also katie has a really nice belt and her fantine has me scream and cry so yeah that’s hanji’s voice in my head, just imagine it a lil bit deeper! hanji’s fav scene would probably be the wedding bc of the thenardiers acting goofy, and her fav song to sing would be a heart full of love just bc she gets to witness levi acting bashful while singing “cosette, i don’t know what to say” and she answers “then make no sound” with the biggest shit eating grin EVER and levi wants to say “stop making fun of me four eyes” SO BAD but he can’t bc he’d mess up the scene and they’d have to start again and he’s not sure he can handle staring lovingly into hanji’s eyes and holding hands and oops maybe at some point the whole “falling in love” thing stops being an act 🤡 what a clown he is,,,,,,, ALSO hanji probably loves being an ensemble member in the the lovely ladies scene as well bc of the bright exaggerated make up?? and all the dirt like she has so much fun in the dressing room smearing the paint all over her body and then putting on white powder and smudged red lipstick and bright red unblended blush. loves the combo corset + pants in the scene

also can i just say that the abc cafe is pretty much everyone’s fav scene bc they get away with teasing the shit out of levi without risking their lives lmao

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|TROUBLE| M|1 OF (?)

PAIRING:  OC XJimin/Namjoon/Yoongi ....Now how that happens..you’ll just have to wait and see…

High school/Drift racer AU

Running Back Jimin-

Point Guard Yoongi-

Not soo “Mr. Perfect” School President Namjoon-

Wild child Cheerleader OC...

***They all drift on the weekends *****

SMUT/Humor..ish.../mentions of drugs/alcohol

**Written all in good fun, for purely nostalgic reasons...the men in question are grown as all hell IRL and that’s all that matters lol! So for this particular AU yes... strap yourself in and take yourself back on a ride for a NEW highschool experience! ****

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Based off my headcanons I made for this threesum..it will play on those “characters” IE...my version of an Americanized..non art school BTS!

***I paint a very detailed picture...aesthetic wise for all three of the boys and the OC…(STYLE wise) I never get into physical looks with my OC’s***

It was 7:25 in the morning, I.E too damn early as three cars eased in one after the other to the already full parking lot, yet for some reason there normal spots remained untouched. The school itself was a “school of choice” and often attracted people of all walks of life due to its exceptional sports program. Everything from a Range Rover to a rusted out beater filled the lot, the students just as diverse as the cars. A white BMW 430i, led the pack, followed by a sublime green challenger scat pack, and ending the brigade was a very well taken care of satin black 70 Chevelle, two white pinstripes lying along the hood! The threesum almost making a untentional triangel, ironically enough the BMW eased into the spot that read “Reserved for class president”. Not even giving it a second thought before doing so, yet, it’s the first day of school and elections havent even taken place yet. Presumptions for him to assume for the third year in a row he’d reclaim his title!

Black loafers graced the gravel, lying beneath a pair of light gray slacks, which were tucked into a loosely fitted cotton polka dot dress shirt which sat slightly unbuttoned. A thin black Gucci belt laced around his waist. Hair currently ash blonde, messly waived out of his face, while cat eye glasses framed his button nose. Was Namjoon Kim a TA...or a Junior in high school!? Were still trying to figure that out too, the tiny bud of a joint pinched between his fingers kinda answered that question though. Leaning down to rub the end against the concrete to halt the remaining smoke, giving himself a couple sprays of cologne before throwing it into his black leather backpack. Placing his ice capp on top of his car before popping his trunk..removing 4 bright orange cones...placing them on either side of his car..

“This motherfucker!!” The playful scoff, in combination with the most dramatic eye roll you’d ever seen in your life came from the one in the scat pack as he sipped on his Bahama Mama. A pair of Puma RS-X TRACKS laid on his feet,accompanied by a pair of extremely tight,distressed, dark wash “Copper 9” skinnies. With the way your school's star running backs thighs were set up you’d swear these bitches were painted on. Ya know... the amount of rips that laid along his thighs mixed with how low the white Calvin Klein V-neck sat..the combo would definitely be a write up if worn on a female student! Well... actually…. nah, your school was very laxed on dress code just due to everyone constantly breaking it and your principle basically giving up! Jimin's caramelized complexion glowing under the sun.. his dark wavy locks locks sat tucked behind a backwards red Supreme snapback! A set of rhinestone 2G plugs sat in his ears while an array of other piercing traced of the outer frame of his lobes. Arms and fingers, also coated in a menagerie of gold and silver accessories.

Lounging casually against the hood of his car, a smug smirk tugged on his pouty lips observing the way his best friend gave his car one more one over before grabbing his coffee, dropping his gaze down to his watch. The diamonds visible from across the lot... strutting his way through the brigade of cars as if he owned the entire school.

“Is he aware that when he does that dumbshit...it just makes me wanna fuck his shit up!? I've never been so tempted to kick a car in my damn life!” and last but not least..that growl came from the proud owner of “The Creeper” AKA the Chevy Chevelle… lazily making his way in the running backs direction. A fitted black and white “DGK” baseball jersey draped his frame,paired with black skinnies to offset the primarily white jersey. His burgundy locks tucked under a matching black “DGK” bucket hat, all white Jordan 11’s dusted his feet. Of course the look wouldn't be complete without a “Tropical” Red Bull and his earpods wedged in both lobes..which essentially let you know he really didn't wanna be bothered. A helpful hint with Yoongi, wait for HIM to approach you...

Still trying to figure out why school couldn’t just start in November..or in layman's terms...during basketball season. Since that’s the only reason he comes anyway...just needing to keep his grades up so he can continue leading the school to their third consecutive championship. One of if not the best point guards in the state...you didn’t have to necessarily be the tallest to succeed in basketball you just gotta know your angles!

Sharing an all knowing smirk with the fellow athlete as the two of them coly strolled towards Namjoons car, casually kicking the cones one by one away from the premierter in the process. A gritty chuckle leaving their lips as they did so… before nonchalantly making their way towards the building, “Well, aren't you sexy…” The words purred from Yoongi’s lips making Jimin’s head snap around, but the minute it did he already knew the point guard wasn’t talking about a girl per say. But a car, a royal purple Camaro that clearly had drag tires on it….

“Fuck yeah she is….” The level of arousal that dripped from there lips ...at the site of a car was almost comical, yet not at all surprising. Incase you havent noticed they all have a thing for cars..even Namjoon’s BMW. It may look like the car of a businessman but thanks to Yoongi and Jimin under his hood was straight fire! The car itself peaking interest as neither of them had seen it before, and considering the fact that they raced every Sunday night...they’d know if there was another drift car in town! Shrugging it off for now, already well aware they’d see the owner at some point in the day….

The minute they entered the building it was just utter chaos, the school itself was huge, spread along three floors. Typically hovering a little under 2k kids a year between all four grades, it was clear as day who fresh meat was. The building clearly more than overwhelming as they ran frantically  through the halls, a combination of excitement and fear dancing along their faces! The pair smirking in amusement as they maneuvered through the crowd, unbothered wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe the two of them.

“Hey Park over here!!!” Jimin didn't recognize the voice, that shot through the air, yet he still adjusted his direction to follow the sound anyway. Not too surprised to see it was a couple underclassmen with cameras in hand. Probably on the school newspaper, or the yearbook committee...Jimin didn't care either way. You put a camera in that boys face and the charm goes on full blast! Quickly tossing the remainder of his drink in the garbage so he had freedom to ...I guess pose, suddenly this must've became a photoshoot in Jimin’s mind!  Eyes turning into tiny crestins as he smiled in the youngers direction, not hesitating to switch up his angles, poses, the stairs somehow became a prop...suddenly he was taking his hat off.......all he was missing was a damn fan!

“Yoongi you tooo….” Words slowly dying off his tongue at the glare the point guard gave him in response. Though he ultimately ended up complying due to a sharp nudge to the ribs from Jimin.

“Stop being a little shit!” Growled through clenched teeth as he continued smiling and posing for the camera.

“How about you stop telling me what the fuck to do?!” Reaching up to give Jimin one hell of a purple nurple ripping a low growl from his throat. Triggering the first genuine smile and chuckle to leave Yoongi’s chest all morning, as he glanced over in his direction.

“You said you wanted me to smile…” An almost menacing tenor rang through his throat as he spoke, still grinning ear to ear, gums on full display .

“You fuckin sadist!!” Nudging him in the shoulder before both randomly deciding they were done with this little importue photoshoot. Heading back to their initial mission..Tv production ...or as Yoongi called it..an extra hour of sleep before school starts!

“OH! So what your saying is you didn't enjoy that? “ Brow arched at the implied question cutting him off with another one before he even had a chance to respond.

“So now the rumors about our star running back #81 being into BDSM suddenly aren't true!? You suddenly lost your pain kink!? How about a little breath play action? Choking? Would you care to confirm or deny this accusation Mr. Park!?” Shoving his Iphone in Jimin’s face as if it were a mic..a shit eating grin playing on his lips…

The smirk that crawled up Jimin’s face at the sound of that should’ve already told Yoongi he was going to wanna kick his ass “Oh yeah, I fuckin love it ..in fact..your mom sounds soo damn good calling me daddy I just-” Insitnally cut off by Yoongi shoving him into the nearest locker, ripping a loud cackle from Jimins throat..laughing until he was almost weezing eyes completely dissapered into his face!

“Cool, I’m glad we decided moms are fair game this year..especially because your father travels a lot..I’m sure mama Park gets lonely...” Playfully wagging his tongue in Jimin’s direction earning a well deserved dual middle finger from the running back!

Stumbling their way down the hall as they, kicked, nudged and shoved each other in the process if people didn't know any better they’d really question the terms of their friendship! The pair finally danced upon there missing link, a combination of fondness and embarrassment laced along there face as they watched Namjoon network..or flirt..or both depends on perspective!

“Yes, of course I’m very confident in that and I think I did a very good job last year, and the student body will remember that..and hopefully vote accordingly when the time arises…”  Flashing the girl to his right his award winning dimply smile...nothing subtle about the way she damn near melted at the sound of his voice alone. Namjoon knew what he was doing though as his hand soothed over her shoulder. Eyes burning into hers, as he awaited her to remember how to breathe and close out her podcast recording.

“KIM NAMJOON!!!!” Squawked from Jimin’s lips..he didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was..just the simple stylization of his name alone let him know it was probably only one of few people!!

Glancing over his shoulder in there direction, ya know it’s funny..if you saw the three of them separately..you probably wouldn't assume they’d be friends. Unless your basing it solely on ethnicity, even there styles screamed different ‘Cliques” if you will. First you got Jimin who dresses like a...tendy, slightly boujee skater, Yoonig, who leans more towards “High end” urban street/lounge wear..and finally Namjoon. This boy either looks like he’s heading to a corporate meeting, or like he just got a Champs endorsement..there’s NO inbetween. Yet this threesum have been best friends since the 6th grade and wouldn't have it any other way!

“Yeah...were actually gonna make shirts that say “Daddy Joon for president…” so ugh look out for that merch coming real soon, I’ll slide the link on my Instagram..make sure you're all following me, it’s “ParkJimin81” in case your not…”

Tongue playing at the corner of his mouth as he casually draped his arm over the brunettes shoulder after shamelessly plugging himself .Now it was his turn to make this poor girl's knees go even weaker. Dropping his gaze down to meet hers not missing the way her body shuddered slightly at the contact. Or how her eyes zoned in on his cherry stained lips, a smug smirk tugging on his cheeks, as he slid his hat off, ruffling his figures through his hair. “Aeygo” left his tongue in response to how blatantly flushed the underclassmen’s face was before abruptly moving in Namjoon direction. “Alright playtimes over baby boy we gotta go!!” Tugging him down the hallway...

“Andddddd THAT ladies and gentlemen, was a free lesson on how to clout chase and be a hoe  with Jimin Park..he’s here 5 days a week..for at least 4 of the 7 hours of the day! But if you wanna learn how to do that thing where he looks like he’s going to rip every hair follicle out of his head...we can probably set up some private facetime sessions for like 20 a pop! Lemme know..Yoongi Min, manager and the only functioning brain cell for those two! Thank you!! ”  Extending his hand dramatically, dropping down to a sad excuse for a curtsey, bowing a couple times before tailing after his friends!

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The boys managed to make it to the halfway point...they all had fourth hour together which meant they had the same lunch period. Which was ironically enough B lunch..none of them were actually signed out by there parents as they casually walked out the back doors. Not even remembering the last time they actually properly got signed out for lunch. The parking lot buzzing with students, during the summer months a lot of the time lunch was actually spent in the parking lot. Hints why there was one school security guard outside.. he wasn't doing much, though. Hell Larry actually looked like he was smoking a damn cigarette!

“Whoes car are we -fuck I knew it! I fuckin knew it” Swatting at Namjoon’s chest, smiling ear from ear compaly obviouslious to the current abuse. While Yoongi and Namjoon glared in his direction...

“Could you not abuse your president…I’m fragile...” Gently dusting his fingers over his pecks..

“Man! First off your the biggest motherfucker here! And if you don't shut the hell up about this damn election, you havent even won yet!” The phrase left Yoongi’s tongue with more bite than Namjoon expected, faltering back in surprise. Eyes blown out as he dramatically clutched his chest

“Alright FIRST off, RUDE!” Pausing to make sure there was enough emphasis on the fact that he was clearly offended! “ And are you doubting my skills Min Yoongi!? Listen I don't need this type of negativity in my political-”

“Oh for fucks sake!! Nobody cares about your damn election right now Namjoon!! Look!” Physically grabbing the taller of the threes head between his palms...turning it to the far left.

“On top of the hood of the Camaro..I told you little shits I saw her at the scrimmage!” Nothing subtle about the way Jimin pointed you out in the sea of cars as you reclined against your hood. Posing for a couple pics for Instagram with some friends, long story short 2 years ago your dad took a different job and you guys moved an hour and a half away. Due to the size of the school you transferred to you guys were still in the same division. So you saw each other occasionally on game nights or on the weekends and during summer break!. But nothing compared to bullshittiing and gossping all day in class with them, or actually being on the same team again! No surprise to anyone that you made varsity cheer for the third year in a row…

“Troubles backkkkk….” The words left Jimins lips sing song like as he gazed over in your direction, a cheeky little grin starting on his lips, before seamlessly shifting down the line.

“Well boys, I think Y/N deserves a formal welcome back..and who better to do so... then your class president, and two of the schools top athletes?” The grin on Namjoon's lips quickly changed from innocent to pure mischief as he glanced in his buddies direction!

Your LBD was without a doubt breaking every centimeter of the dress code, it looked like a standard cotton bodycon dress for the most part. But the very bottom flared out slightly almost like a skater skirt...which was currently playing “Chicken or go” with the wind! The leather chunky heeled booties didn't do much for that either. Only making your legs look longer and your dress look shorter, an oversized distressed denim jacket hung loosely off your shoulders. Finishing the look off with a pair of extremely tiny sunglasses so much so that they were actually useless..nothing more than an aesthetic! Hoops damn near the size of your head hung from your ears, hair half up, half down. A messy top knot sat in the middle of your head while the rest laid in loose curls..the sun catching your overly glossed lips and highlight perfectly as you posed along the hood.

Eyes zoning in on the pack making there way in your direction, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't already scopped them out prior to. The four of you followed each other on social media so you were well aware of how good purbirty was to the three of them over the past couple years! In addition to the fact that you guys weren’t necessarily super close but you were..comfortable if that makes sense! Naturally running within the same circle...so when you’d come down for the weekend, or summer break you’d still hang out or at least run into each other at parties!

You were always known for being a little bit of a wild child, the girl that was always down to cause a little trouble, and so where they..soooo it worked out! Only this time around, you got the opportunity to spend the majority of your summer abroad, so it was a bit of a surprise to most that you were coming back to finish out your junior and senior year!

“Well, well, why am I not surprised your all still connected at the hip?” A playful smirk tugged on the corners of your lips as the pack swarmed you, Jimin closing in first. Not hesitating to scoop you off the hood and into his arms for a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hiii..” slipped past your lips and into his hair, as the sweet musky scent of his cologne filled your nose in the process. A slight squeal leaving your lips as he twirled you around before placing you back on the ground.

“Hii, welcome back...” He naturally carried a very warm tenor to his voice,not the deepest but it was effective, calm..inviting...intimate.You could damn near feel every muscle in his body when he picked you up. Puberty hit Jimin damn near perfectly..even though you’d never tell him that!

He was always a little..’thick” I guess you'd say,nice ass, thighs..and the cutest chubby cheeks even though he hated them! Now..he turned all that into muscle..still thick just toned..Jawline chiseled to the GODS, you could damn near cut glass! Like I said, you saw them damn near evrry sumemr, but it seems you miss one and now it’s like..FUCK!!!

“You missed us that much you had to move back aye? Or was Brighton a little too...boring for you?” A smile that was almost too damn smooth played on his lips as he glanced down at you. Tongue slowly grazing against his teeth,reclining against the light post adjacent to your car. Funny how it was a question yet his tone indicated as if he was telling you, you missed them and you moved back because you got bored...

“Meh, I don't know about all that, but the three of you aren’t the worst ammently this town has to offer so I won't complain. Also you already know..lifes far from boring if I’m involved...”  Casually flipping your hair over your shoulder as you shifted back along the hood of your car, eyes now zoning in on the other making there way in your direction.

“Princesssssss..” Namjoon sauntered over to you..moving past some random that appears to just be observing or taking notes...it hard to tell. Fuck, did his voice get even deeper!!!??? How many times is this boy going through puberty shit!

Taking in his frame from head to toe, a slight snort  leaving your lips at his attire, hopping off the hood swaying in his direction. Letting your hands play with the collar of his dress shirt…”You do know you don't actually work here right? And like this whole student body president gig means nothing when you drive off the lot?” Brow arched at the implied smart arsed question, a smirk playing on the corners of your lips as you watched him roll his eyes. Ripping a cackle from both of his best friends lips in the process.

“I’m soooo glad someone else gets it!!!”

Instantly whipping a middle finger in Yoongi’s direction without breaking eye contact with you.

“Aww Joon! I’m glad you finally pulled that thing outta your ass!”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck the both of you! Now give me a damn hug girl!!” A playful growl ripped from his throat,as it was his turn to scoop you into his arms. Giggling into the side of his neck in the process, eyes fluttering open in enough time to see  Yoongi damn near salivating over your car. Palm coming over to caress the curve in your hood, yes, there was something extremely sexy about how delicately he stroked the frame of your car.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to touch something that doesn't belong to you without permission Min? ” Lashes fluttering in his direction, your tone of voice let him know you really weren't bothered

A smirk playing on the corner of his lips as he gazed over at you, still not removing his hand from your car though. “I mean ..yeah they have..but to be honest I don't really wanna touch...I wanna ride her..” Eyes locked with yours as he said it, you knew what he meant, he was a car guy, and right now he had a car boner! But he also knew what he was doing in the obvious change in tenor as he spoke…

“Oh yeah?” Brow quirked in amusement as you sauntered over in his direction, Namjoon and Jimin overseeing in silence.

“Mmmmhmm...she’s sexy..what can I say...I’m a man..I like sexy…” Kneeling down slightly trying to see if there;s anything under the frame of the hood.

“Is he stock..or a tease?” This time the question came from Jimin, as he slowly started to circle the perimeter of the car

“Hmm..why don’t you find out yourself? Reve her up a little..she’s a big girl..she can take…” Wiggling your key fob in Yoongi’s direction. A cheeky grin spreading across his lips, which looked extremely wet right now....

“Shit, you don’t have to tell me twice, get it baby girl!!” Extending his hand to catch the keys

“You two are more than welcome..I’m riding shotty though, my whip, my rules…”

The pair didn't even have to think about it before hopping into the back seat.

The minute Yoongi revved up the engine and they heard how sweet your baby girl purred, a literal moan swept through the car. Triggering a gritty cackle to leave your chest “I told you she's no bitch!!!!”

Easing out of the parking lot, and making his way down the main road, which was essentially all rural, your city itself was initially a resort town. Downtown itself was huge but for the most part there's just a lot of trails, backroads, lakes,and land, a lot of land..beware of mounds of horse shit in the road during the warm months!

“Do you mind if I smoke in here?”

Eyes whipping back in Namjoons direction dramatically as if you hadn't seen him hit a bong at a party “Oh my god our future class prez smokes!? Shit, I might actually vote for you instead of actually running my damn self!”

The look on Namjoon’s face was utterly priceless, while Jimin and Yoongi damn near weezed…

“Ohhhh shittttt…” Jimin’s entire body slouched into itself as he laughed until he was practically in tears!

“You would not….” Tone blatantly daring taking on a more dominant effect that your use too! But you didn't care shrugging nochanaly in his direction.

“Aww what’s wrong Joonie? Worried because for once you might have some actual competition, or because you may actually lose!? But don't worry I’d make sure you were like my treasure or something ...”

Reaching over to grab the joint from between his fingers positioning it between your lips, if you didn't know any better you’d swear he damn near growled in response. Turning your head in Jimin’s direction who leaned down to light the joint for you. Taking a long slowly drag before pulling it back from your lips, coating the tip in the leftover residue from your lipgloss.

“Nah, not even, phased honestly go for it baby ! To be real I’ve been craving a little competition anyway...and don’t worry there will be no hard feelings on my end. I’ll still invite you to my celebration party at my lake house because I gotta respect you for at least trying!” Smiling down at you before snatching the Joint out of your mouth with zero warning, placing it between your lips. Causing you to blow the cloud of smoke dead in his face, eyes shifting into tiny slits as you glared back at him.

“Don’t fuckin’ tempt me Namjoon…” Tone taking a sassy turn as he was now testing your patience.

“Oh no I’m not tempting I’m begging..and I don’t do that often..please..please be a good girl for me and do as I say...and run for class president!” Intentionally taunting you as there was now an almost whiny condescending tinge to his voice. shooting you a quick wink before reclining in his seat.

A short scoff leaving your lips in response, hating how quickly he could get under your skin “ Oh don’t worry..I’ll be damn good for you!! Game fucking...on..Joonie...you wanna play we can play...speaking of…” Brining your attention to the driver's seat

“Min, what the fuck are you doing? I thought you wanted to ride her not babysit her...I know you don’t baby stroke the gears on your Chevelle like this. Show me what you got..put in work, I bought these tires for a reason sir!

Adding a purposely taunting tone to your voice as you glance in his direction, knowing damn well you were pushing his buttons. Observing the way his eyes glanced up into the rearview mirror, catching Jimin’s, the pair sharing a smirk before a deep slow breath left his body. Adjusting the grip his handheld on the gear shift, lowering your steering wheel and reclining his seat back even further.

“Alright kids buckle the fuck up, you heard her, she want’s it fast and loud....well.. daddy’s about to have a little fun….”  Eyes shifting in your direction briefly..

“I’m waaaiiitingggg….”

You could see Namjoon in your peripheral pulling out his phone, aiming it at the additional speed gauge you bought for the car since nothing under the hood, including the engine was stock. It legitimately felt like your body melted into the seat as he seamlessly alleviated for 45 to 60 to 75-to 90....before you knew it he had her purring at a solid 150 and it barely even felt like it!

“ FUCKKKKKKK YEAH!!!” Ripped from your throat once you felt him flour it, feet hammering straight into the floor! Going a good 4 miles, at full blast before actually approaching a more…”Civilized” part of town.

A loud howl ripped from Jimin’s chest as Yoongi drifted down a slide street that was actually a dead in...which lead to the parking lot of a roller rink. Purposely easing in sideways as your tires rutted along the concrete, cradling the wheel until he completed 3 seamlessly donuts. Still, hovering at close to 100mph before slowly bringing her down, gear shift by gear shift, all four of you starting at each other breathless in complete silence as your car finally came to a halt….

“Holy shit I have to fucking PEE!!” Swatting at the back of your seat until you scooted over, almost onto Yoongi’s lap so Namjoon could hop out of the car. Passing Yoongi the joint in the process so he could finally hit it too now that he was parked.

“She’s fucking NASTY!!!!” Yoongi glanced over at you between puffs..placing the joint in front of your lips which you welcomed. Leaning down to take two more puffs, slowly inhaling a cloud of smoke releasing the remainderer through your nostrils.

‘Oh...” Leaning down again, causing you to lean forward thinking he was going to offer you the joint again ...but instead  “Welcome back by the way..you were missed..” Taking another slow drag before releasing a cloud of smoke from his lungs, concentrating the smoke in the direction of your lips. Reclining your jaw slightly, sucking in, recouping the remaining cloud of smoke . Fuck, when did Yoongi get so damn smooth!?

“Thanks, I’m glad to be back honestly” Clearing out your lungs a little before continuing “And thank you! I told youuuu..she’s  my little baby...a straight beast!” Chest swelling with pride, even though this wasn't close to half to what she could do.

“There’s a race...this weekend...Either after the first game on Friday orrrr sunday night...that parts still undecided!I think it’s too late for a buy in but...you definitely need to come...it’s at the trail down by Marine city.”

Nose scrunching into your face at the location...not too fond...at all..you hated the drive even on the bus for games !

You reaction caused Jimin to smile over at you , already well aware of your issue, as he ruffled his fingers through his hair. Slowly tailing his way down to caress his neck “You could always ride with one of us if you want-”

“Shit!!” Namjoon hopped back into the car slamming the door behind him, luckily you still hadn't fully shifted off of Yoongi’s thigh or else he would have crushed your ass! “I think I saw a -”

Before he even had time to finish his thought...a blacked out charger pulled in..unmarked but the sirens said it all….

“Everybody out of the car!!”

THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE FOR THE INTRO CHAPTER!!! If you like it and you want me to continue with this fourseume..then “Like” this..leave some feedback and come hit up my ask box!

NOTE- IF I continue this..it will be a one shot series..as in it won’t go into EVERY detail of day to day life but have a main focus. I.E the first game, the drift race, the election, Namjoon /Jimin’s birthday ETC…I’m also still undecided on how the smut is going to work between the 4 of them. There could be an array of scenarios that take place as “smut” means any type of sexual activity, so that’s not to say she’ll go the full 9 with all three of them...or maybe she will...IDK!!!! LOL

NOTE- I know realistically they would be staggered year wise, but to make it easier I’m making them all juniors (If I add in the other boys in another series, Hoseok would be a Junior while Tae, and Kook would be Sophomores and Jin would be a senior)

ALSO- The boys are all going to graduate at 18 or In Yoongi’s case he turns 19 right after!

Love you guys as always,

Rocki!

[krystalreverb]

Something Human (Fic Preview #1)

Oh my god a fic from me that isn't xanlow I know it's the end times it's still fire emblem tho, don't get that confused so I have a weakness for master servant stuff so this is what you get I immediately had a weakness for Hubert/Edelgard I forced hubert to learn some healing magic so I could have more healers, haha I also like to make jokes so I paired them up and Hubert is just like of course I love you, was that not clear? ok I have no excuses for the ending but here we go gender neutral and pan byleth, I use the female Byleth in my runs because it makes recruiting Sylvain so much easier and he's a great unit and also i'm a huge slut for fishnet tights but this Byleth can be either one you want they use they/them pronouns and I don't describe their appearance at all so it can be either Byleth you want this takes place during the war when the black eagle strike force is still using garreg mach as a base I guess? It's vaguely sometime after they take out deirdru but before they march on fhirdiad i'm pretending byleth didn't recruit any other students into the BESF because my brain only has room for so many characters and I don't want to remember any extras nor did I want to explain why they're there Have a little body worship for your troubles this is self indulgent and shitty don't hate me this is just what I do for fun edelgard is 100% loud af in bed, don't try to tell me she's not a screamer ok so in my headcanon how this works is Byleth splits their class/training session time into two or three chunks to give the BESF a generous lunch break and give them a chance to study and train on their own for a couple hours before moving onto a different topic or training focus this is mostly focused on Hubert, there are some good Edelgard moments but this is mostly a Hubert-centric story bi king linhardt is my lifeblood, he's so jealous and catty there are multiple music and pop culture references dating back into the 90's, there are quite a few, see if you can spot them I was born in '92 I'm allowed to call myself a 90's kid dadgummit you kids these days I s2fg the first person to give me a complete list of memes and references that I put in this fic gets a hubelgard drawing by me I am not an artist but I'll do it anyway just don't expect anything good so basically Hubert is Gomez Addams and Edelgard is his Morticia, okay he worships the ground she walks on and lavishes her with affection and love and just thinks everything she says and does is beautiful and magical and she enjoys every second of it I headcanon that edelgard is an absolute unit she's just smol and Hubert kind of has the build of a guy who sits inside all day reading spellbooks

Something Human

The hallways of the monastery were dark, the night outside peering in through the windows and casting slim moonlight beams on the floor and walls. Within those moonbeams was a shadowy figure, slithering through the shadows like a phantom in an ancient opera house, a glass of water in one hand. The figure stopped, hearing something strange.

“N-no... S-stay away! Stay away!” It was Edelgard. She was in distress. The water glass shattered loudly on the floor, and the water spilled across the stone. The figure bolted across the hallway and around the corner. Protect her with your life.

“No! No, stop! Get away from me!”

The figure stopped in front of a locked door and very quickly assessed the situation. No sign of forced entry. That was good. But Edelgard was still crying out, and the bed was rocking, banging against the wall alarmingly. The figure picked up a lamp off the windowsill and lit it, lighting up his face as he knocked on the door. It was Hubert, who had gotten up thirsty in the middle of the night and left his quarters to fetch himself a glass of water from the kitchens to take back to his room with him. He was a human, as were they all, and he occasionally got thirsty in the middle of the night. This simply happened to be one of those nights.  

“Your Majesty? What's going on in there?” Hubert asked. He got no response other than Edelgard crying out again and the bed crashing against the wall violently.

Hubert spared no time. He quickly used a bit of magic to trip the lock and opened the door. Immediately he saw that there was no one there, other than a very sweaty Edelgard in her bed, eyes screwed shut, crying out in fitful sleep.”Stay away! Stay away! Leave me alone!” Edelgard cried out in her sleep, clutching her head with her hands and thrashing in her sheets. Her hair whipped about her head, creating a shimmering white halo around her head. The bed crashed loudly into the wall, and the vibration knocked her crown clean off the bedside table. Hubert let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

A nightmare. Of course. Hubert knew his lady suffered from nightmares; who wouldn't, after the life she'd led, the horrors she'd suffered? Hubert often found his dreams equally grim and frightening, on nights such as these. On clear nights, with no immediate threat present, sometimes, just sometimes, his mind turned in on itself too. It was a side effect of the rigors of war.

Hubert quickly put the lamp on her bedside table, picked her crown up off the floor, placed it back on the table next to the lamp, and shook his lady gently with one hand. “Your Majesty.” It was simple, but direct, quiet, yet audible enough to carry within the dorm room.

Edelgard's eyes shot open and she sat up straight, woken up suddenly. Her hair was a disaster and there were red rings around her eyes. The string-like strap of her thin nightgown fell pathetically off of her shoulder to hook around her arm, the neckline slipping down until her right breast threatened to fall out of the material entirely. Hubert pretended not to notice. “Ahhhh!” She shrieked, her eyes fixing on him and taking a couple of seconds to fully focus.

Hubert was almost knocked backwards by her force. “My lady, it's only me!” He exclaimed in a direct whisper.

“Hubert??” Edelgard asked, wild-eyed and terrified, clutching her blankets to her chest. “What are you doing in my chambers this late at night???”

“I heard you from the hallway, Your Majesty. You were crying out in your sleep. Is it that nightmare again?” Hubert asked, gently placing his hand on hers to placate her anxiety for now.

“Oh, Hubert... I don't want to talk about it.” Edelgard said stubbornly, casting her eyes away. Her cheeks turned a rather cute shade of embarrassed pink.

“The professor said talking about it would help.” Hubert supplied. Edelgard huffed.

“I know. But I...”

“But I won't force your hand.” Hubert relented. “At least allow me to stay by your side, my lady, for my own peace of mind. I thought you were being attacked, Your Majesty. It gave me quite the fright.”

“Oh, Hubert, don't be overdramatic. Yes, you can stay.” Edelgard shuffled over in bed and allowed Hubert to climb up next to her. Hubert immediately found himself the subject of a tight embrace, the Emperor's head resting on his chest and her arms looped around his shoulders.

“Hubert.... I will create peace, for all of Fódlan.”

“I know, Your Majesty. I know. And I will be by your side every step of the way, my lady.”

“No.... No titles tonight, Hubert. Please....”

“As you wish, Edelgard.” Hubert stroked Edelgard's hair softly, running his fingers through her white locks. This was familiar to them; comforting. Hubert often would let the crying little girl that was a pained and tortured young Edelgard sleep in his arms after a particularly terrible day. It always allowed her a restful sleep, to know he was always there to watch over her. Edelgard's father never knew, and neither did Hubert's. It wasn't entirely proper of them, but then again they had never quite been a proper pair. Closer than siblings, they knew each other more intimately than lovers, and touch came naturally between them as a sign of their devotion to one another. A hug, a touch on the shoulder, their pinkies intertwining as they walked their bloody path together. There was a world of words between them never spoken, but implicitly understood. What was proper and what was crossing the line. What they could and couldn't say. What they wouldn't say, not yet anyway.

“Hubert?”

“Yes, Edelgard?”

“Do you think I'm... a good Emperor?” She asked, in a small voice. An uncertain voice. A voice wracked with insecurity, disbelief, and thinly-veiled suffering in isolation.

“Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg, ruler of the entire Adrestian Empire... yours is a reign I am proud to swear my fealty to.” Hubert answered immediately, without hesitation or second thought. “And you know me, Edelgard. I am an excellent judge of character.”

Edelgard giggled. A joke. Hubert did have a sense of humor, as much as he didn't like to show it. Her face fell somewhat, and her giggle died down. She snuggled her head deeper into Hubert's chest, holding onto him like a lifeline. Hubert allowed this.“Hubert, will you sing to me? That song you used to sing for me when I was small...” She murmured, and Hubert's expression softened. A particularly terrible event was haunting her tonight. Perhaps the night when.... no. Hubert refused to think about it. Edelgard had been through enough.

Hubert began to sing an ancient lullaby softly. It was in the ancient language of magic, one that Edelgard did not understand but found beautiful. Hubert was not particularly talented at singing, but as he was of a noble house, he was studied somewhat in the art, being capable of at least holding a tune. He was clearly not destined for a musical career but he wasn't awful. His voice carried well, anyway, and he could pass for a gravelly, underused, sinister sort of low tenor. As he sang, he gently ran his fingernails across Edelgard's scalp, scratching her head softly and sweetly, and she damn near melted in his arms. Soon she was sleeping soundly again, and Hubert very quickly came to realize that he really didn't have the ice-cold heart it would take to move her from the cozy spot she seemed to have claimed on his chest. So there they lay, curled up around one another, a tangled mess of limbs until the sun rose again.

When they roused from slumber, Hubert got up early, woke Edelgard, and then fell into his regular routine of helping Edelgard get dressed for the day. Her armor did have too many buckles, and that blasted dress, with all its buttons and epaulets. He carefully brushed out her hair, and pinned it elegantly to her head, placing her crown atop it, all in silence. That silence passed between them like a ghost through the room. She stood. And she turned.

“Thank you, Hubert.” She said softly. “For staying with me.”

“My lady, I would never leave your bed, if that is what you asked of me. I am ever your faithful servant, Your Majesty.” Hubert replied. Edelgard had to laugh a little.

“I know, Hubert. Perhaps after the professor's lecture, you'd like to share a meal with me? I'd love to hear more about that book Dorothea is making you read.”

Hubert rolled his eyes. “That drivel can barely be called a 'book', my lady. It's hardly anything more than blatant erotica mixed with stale and tiresome literary tropes. It's garbage.”

“Still, she seemed insistent. Does she quiz you?” Edelgard teased.

“Unfortunately, and at random times, so I'm forced to continue reading it until I can make her stop. She starts crying when I get a question wrong.” Hubert complained.

Edelgard laughed. “Then at least tell me about it. Share a meal with me. And tell me all about it.”

Hubert relented. “Of course, my lady.” He bowed politely, and offered his arm to escort his lady to Byleth's class.

[askshivanulegacy]

1, 7, 18 and 23!! :3

(Describe Your OC)

1: their voice

I’m sure I’m not alone in headcanoning my agent’s voice as the male agent VA, hahaha.  But that’s what I do.  Generally, I picture his voice as a soft spoken tenor, a bit dry, with the classic, sophisticated Imperial accent.  He’s generally reserved, but can deliver some pretty biting sarcasm.  He’s also been trained to speak without the accent, but he’s less practiced in that, and his voice comes across as sounding younger and more vulnerable when he does. 

7: how they like to dress

Although typically in uniform or some kind of mission-appropriate disguise, Blakk has a strong sense of clothing fashion and prefers to dress sharply, in style.  He favors those colors central to Sith cultural expression, such as black and red (with red favored particularly as an accent color), but he also likes deep blues and purples, and he has a fondness for dark green.  He also knows how striking he looks in white, so that color is also a favorite.  Style-wise, he prefers the high, aristocratic fashion - slim and streamlined, with a bit of angular flair and some conservative shine or sparkle.  Boots that gleam, gloves - almost always, hat - only if it’s the right one, capes kept short or not at all.  He also likes many irregular designs, both when he’s dressing up and when he’s dressing down.  He really only stops caring about his appearance when he’s not feeling well or is seeking some kind of comfort, and he often throws on a giant green sweater for those occasions.

He likes accent scarves, too.

18: how they sleep

Sometimes Blakk and sleep get along famously and he will sleep for hours (usually when he’s feeling particularly safe, if it happens at all).  But most of the time his sleep is cut short by missions or training, and it’s fitful when he does get any.  His sleep is often disturbed by nightmares; sometimes he tries to avoid sleep just to do without them for a while.  But, given his poor general sleep patterns, Blakk does do a lot of catnapping, on missions when he can but especially when back at Intel HQ.  He will snooze sitting down or standing against the wall, waiting for meetings or waiting for the taxi.  He’s mastered the art of snapping awake fully alert when required, although there are times he’s just too tired and falls asleep too deeply.

Blakk is tired a lot. XD

23: how they act when they’re sick

Blakk tends to avoid everyone he can when he’s sick.  He becomes very subdued, focusing only on completing the latest mission or paperwork, preferably by himself.  He doesn’t like to show weakness, so he’ll try to hide it for as long as he can, cloistering himself in his quarters.  When he’s really bad off, and he recognizes it, he’ll quietly disappear to sickbay for a while, but only once his duties are complete.

Blakk has something of an immune disorder, so he ends up sick quite often, and from things that most people generally aren’t that susceptible to, even with the immune boosters and special diet he gets.  He sometimes just gets tired of it all, but there’s not much he can really do.  He’s resigned to it.

[ptw30]

For the Blade!Shiro universe: What happened to Shiro's birth mother? What happened to he and Keith's dad besides him becoming a drunk? Where did Keith's mom disappear to?

TBH, until you asked this question, Shiro and Keith’sparents were pretty tame – albeit with a minor miscalculation on my part.

Before you go any farther – please read “Galra Culture 102,”which was written to answer this.

Hold on. I’ll wait.

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Done? Okay, so…potential spoilers to the whole series. JustFYI.

My original headcanon was – Shiro’s dad and biological momwere in the Galaxy Garrison. Ryou was kicked out for some reason (maybe thegarrison was hiding alien prisoners or something, and he broke them out…?).Before he was kicked out, though, he had a one-night stand with Shiro’sbiological mom, and when he left, he didn’t know she was pregnant.

He goes out to the desert shack and lives there for sevenyears, more or less alone, until Shiro’s biological mom finds him, bringing intow a six-year-old Shiro. She was chosen for a prestigious garrison mission,which will have her in space for three years. While the garrison has greatchild care, they won’t raise your kid, so Shiro’s mom drops him off with Ryouand takes off toward the stars.

(My main pet peeve with this is – I really wanted“Shirogane” to be Shiro’s mom’s last name, not his dad’s, but I realized that Igave his dad the name “Ryou” to tie him back to the canon – and so “Shirogane”can’t be his mom’s last name. My new-new headcanon is Shiro’s mom is Japanese, andhis dad is Japanese-American.)

Ryou isn’t the best dad, but he tries. And so for two yearsor so, Dad and Shiro have a decent life. Then, one day, an alien ship crash-landsin the desert, and Ryou – knowing how the garrison treats aliens – gets to theship first and helps the person to the shack.

The alien is, of course, Moira, who ends up being Keith’smom. She’s a member of the Blade of Marmora and came to Earth in search of alion of Voltron. For another two years or so (Shiro is now ten), she searchesand comes up with nothing, and in that time, she becomes close to Ryou andShiro. She really becomes Shiro’s mom, taking care of him, soothing him afternightmares, letting him fall asleep against her.

Of course, she’s a bit concerned that Shiro sleepwalks atnight, and while Ryou always thought it was weird, he usually caught the kidbefore he got too far into the desert. So no harm, no foul. However, as Shirogets older, it’s a bit harder, and the parents end up finding Shiro again andagain in the same cave, passed out among these weird ancient markings.

Moira and Ryou eventually have Keith, and the problemcompounds. Shiro, still asleep, takes Keith into the desert, too, and then, asthe markings begin to glow, Moira decides she’s had enough.

She and Ryou steal her spacecraft from the garrison and takeoff into space. Why? Because she was sent to find the Blue Lion, and shebelieves she’s found paladins, too. And the paladins are her kids, which meansthey’ll be conscripted into the future war and placed in direct opposition ofthe most evil being in the entire universe.

No thank you. She did not sign up for this, and she’s notsticking around for the Blue Lion to reveal herself to Shiro and Keith andstart the universal war. So she takes her kids and gets the hell off theplanet, hiding her little paladins away on a faraway planet where theempire/the war/the lions will never find them. Yeah, right. Like that willstop destiny.

Moira informs the Blades, including Kolivan and Ulaz, herclose allies, about the Blue Lion and paladins, and Kolivan says the only wayto save the boys is to take down the Galra Empire. As she was once a commanderfor the Galra Empire and defected to the Blade, Moira decides to go back andhelp take down Zarkon from the inside.

Ryou is devastated when she leaves. He copes by drinking.Eventually, in order to find Moira, Ryou takes their sons to Drule Central, thecapital of the Galra Empire, the only place he can think to look. He gets anapartment in the seedy part of town since he can’t get a good one as anundocumented citizen and a lower lifeform.      

One day Ryou leaves and doesn’t return.

And thus begins Shiro’s struggles.

Where Ryou is now – to be honest, I’m not certain. I have athought where he works at a bar at a space port, one that Moira frequents, andhelps to pass messages to the Rebels of Pollux or the Blade of Marmora forMoira. And then one day, Shiro and Keith come in with Kolivan, and Kolivan justgives Ryou a look like, “I can split you in half with my blade.”

As for Moira – I’m going to get back to her in a moment, butI want to circle back to Shiro’s biological mom. My original thought was – shereally didn’t want to be a mom but got Shiro in the one-night stand (not thatshe was a bad mom, cuz she took care of her kid, but y’know, not cut out forit), and so when she gives Shiro to Ryou, that’s the end of her story.

However, upon further examination, I wondered if she had toleave, too, for some reason. And why would that be?

Perhaps she had come to Earth searching for the Blue Lion aswell. Perhaps she joined the Galaxy Garrison because she thought if anyone onEarth would know about an alien warship, it would be this organization. Perhapsshe hadn’t meant to get pregnant and have Shiro, but Ryou was hot and well…it’sbeen a while since she shared a bed with someone who wasn’t, y’know, an evildictator. Side note: apparently Dad Shirogane has game to land two beautifulalien women… Of course, Shiro’s mom hadn’t meant to give birth to apaladin. Imagine her heartache when she saw her son’s strange behavior, whenshe realized she was part of destiny and had damned her adorable six-year-oldbundle of joy to a life of strife. Imagine how she felt, knowing she would one dayhave to hunt her son and kill him for her boss.  

This wasn’t on her life agenda, either.

So to save him, Shiro’s mom returned from where she came,reported that she hadn’t found anything, lest of all a Paladin of Voltron, andresumed her duties as High Enchantress of the Galra Empire.

Yeah, Shiro’s biological mom might be Haggar.

I’m not sure if I want to go down that route because theparts of this series where Shiro is a captive of the empire will changeDRASTICALLY, and the focus wouldn’t just be on Sendak/Shiro but alsoHaggar/Shiro. So…I’m not really sure where I want to go with thisthought-process at the moment.

As for Moira – [this takes place sometime after Shiro andKeith become paladins]

Keith made sure to always have Takashi’s back duringmissions. His older brother tended to get himself into trouble, so much so thatKeith was certain Allura’s hair wasn’t white from her genes but from Takashi’s“brave” antics. So Keith stayed close, always kept Shiro in his line of sight,and readied his bayard for any attacks.

He wasn’t a fan of this plan – sneak into the Galra CommandHub in Drule Central, steal a map of the empire, and sneak out with no onenoticing. Sure, it all made sense in theory – knowing the Galra’s trooplocations would allow the Voltron Force to strategize more effectively andtarget the most important sectors. However, something about the whole “let’s goright in the heart of the Galra Empire” just rubbed Keith the wrong way, but hecouldn’t refute it. They needed this intel.

With Takashi’s hand upon the console and Pidge currentlyworking on the download, there wasn’t really much for Keith to do but wait. Andperhaps, that unhinged Keith the most. He always felt better when he couldpound something.

A boot knocked against his own, and Keith glanced over hisshoulder to see Takashi smiling back at him with an indulgent grin. “It’salmost done. Then we can get out of here.”

Was he really that transparent? Well, no one would neverknow him as well as Takashi.

And could you blame him worrying? He lost his brother for anannual and a half. He wouldn’t lose Takashi again.

Their helmets prevented Keith from reaching out and nuzzlingTakashi’s jaw, but he could wrap his tail about his brother’s waist, whicheased some of his discomfort.

Takashi laid a glove upon it, stroking it in a soothingrhythm. “Just a few more ticks.”

“Well, look what the lion dragged in…” a sinister voiceechoed through the silent room, and Keith whirled toward the door to see threeGalra fighters blocking their path. The middle one wore the garb of a highGalra commander, complete with red accents and glowing yellow eyes just aboveher chest area. Her long jet black hair tumbled halfway down her back in afishtail braid, though her bangs curved about her cheeks in a familiar pattern.

Keith should know. His bangs fell the exact same way.Perhaps that was a trait of Galra women? But the ones at the Blade headquartersnever looked quite like that.  

The commander’s stance intimidated, bringing Keith back tothe present. She held a lance that glowed purple on both edge – the same coloras Takashi’s arm when activated – and pointed it directly at Takashi andhim.  

“When I present you to the emperor, try not to whimper tooloudly,” she hissed, sharp teeth gleaming in an unveiled threat.

As Keith reluctantly uncurled his tail from his brother’swaist, Shiro disengaged his arm from the console and turned toward the Galra,body tensing for combat. Ironically, his voice carried a soft tenor. “You don’twant to do this.”

Keith spied his brother’s anxious gaze, and that worried himmore than Takashi’s fury.

The Galra commander laughed. “Oh. Pray tell, Champion, why would I not wish togift-wrap two Paladins of Voltron for my sire?”

Keith could give her a few choice reasons, starting with hisbayard and ending with a massive red beast who could tear her apart, but Shirocontinued, “You don’t want me to say anything in front of your twosubordinates.”

Now the commander gripped her staff tighter, eyes narrowingas she glanced at the two lieutenants as her side. “I saw many of your matches,Champion, and was impressed by your ferocious nature. You disappoint me byattempting to appeal to my emotions.” She paused, waiting for Takashi tocontinue and when Takashi refused, demanded, “Tell me what you do not wish tosay in front of an audience.”

Takashi’s gaze softened, tender and longing in a way Keithhad seen only a few times before, and when he spoke, his raw voice barelycrossed the distance to the Galra commander.

“It’s good to see you…Mom.”

Keith started.

Mom?!

The Galra held Takashi’s entire rapt gaze, so Keith swung tosee the commander’s own distressed expression, her eyes blown wide, mouthparted in shock. Her edge of staff dangled just inches from the floor,trembling.

“Commander – ” one of the sentries prompted, and in asecond’s time, the staff slammed into his head. She dropped to the floor andknocked out the second sentry’s legs. A single blow ended the fight.

The staff rang against the silent floor, and when thecommander rushed Takashi, Keith took a step in front of his brother, only to betossed to the side like a doll. By the time he recovered, Moira had Takashipinned against the console. Towering over Keith’s rather tall older brother,she ripped off Takashi’s helmet to see his face. She ducked her snout to taketwo long inhales.

“…Takashi?” her wounded voice called, sounding frightenedand unsure; tears shimmered on Takashi’s cheek.

“Hey, Mom,” he choked, and then the commander swept him upin a fierce embrace.

For a moment, the universe stopped. Keith’s breath caught inhis throat, and he watched as the commander’s hand came up to cradle the backof Takashi’s head. Takashi’s face pressed naturally into her shoulder, his armstight about her waist like a vice, and they stayed like that until Pidge’s franticvoice rang in Keith’s helmet.

“Keith! The download stopped, and I can’t reach Shiro. Areyou guys okay?”

“We’re…” He watched as the commander pulled away, justslightly, to seize Takashi’s cheeks, offering him the traditional pack greeting.“We’re okay. We just met someone.”

“Who?” Lance demanded, jealous as ever.

Keith breathed, “My…mom…Ithink…”

“What!” came everyone – from Allura on the castle ship toHunk in the getaway lion.

“I’ll explain later.”

As he stepped forward, ready to interrupt, the commander tuggedTakashi against her again, murmuring, “I attended the gladiator games. If Ionly would have known – ”

“Ulaz wanted to release me, but I promised Sendak – ”

Moira snarled, “Sendak!”

And that was Keith’s cue. “Sorry to interrupt, but we needto get the information and get out before we’re discovered – again.”

As soon both sets of eyes turned upon him, Keith gulped atthe dual expressions of affection and sympathy. How was Shiro not part Galra,too?

Takashi reached out to him, lifting off Keith’s helmet,despite his sputtering protest. “Mom, it’s Keith. This is Keith.”

In a blink, Keith found himself yanked into a smotheringhold, the commander’s fur brushing across his jaw. “My cub. Oh, how you havegrown.” A beat passed, then another, and Keith waited for the relief to hit, forthe tears to overwhelm him after finally, finally finding his birth mother.

Instead, rage soared. The hands at his thighs trembled intight fists, and as Moira whispered, “How are you not even taller than yourbrother?” Keith broke. 

“Let go.”

Moira stiffened, her claws tightening in his hair and uponhis back before they slid down his arms and reluctantly released him.

“My cub – ”

“You might have given birth to me, but you are not my mother.”

Takashi stepped forward, hand coming to rest on Keith’sshoulder. “Keith – ”

“No. You-You leftus.” Keith ignored Moira’s flinch and her eyes darkened and ears drooped – the wayTakashi always said Keith’s did when he felt guilty. “I don’t care why. I don’tcare that you’re here now. We went through hell because of you.”

Even if he hadn’t known at the time – Takashi suffered.Takashi gave everything for them to survive.

The hand on his shoulder tightened, desperate and pleading,and Takashi’s voice was pained. “It’s okay, Keith. Really. We made it. That’sall that matters.”

“But it’s not.” Keith glared up his brother, resentful andenraged before he saw the look of utter dismay in Takashi’s countenance. Hereleased a sigh, though he refused to embrace Moira, who stared at him with aglistening expression of regret and sympathy. “If not for the Blade of Marmora,Takashi might have – we might nothave made it. I can’t – I can’t forgive you.”

Moira’s claws reached out to him again before recoiling. “Iwould have given anything to have been there for you.”

“But you didn’t.”

The truth hung between them, painful and raw and true. Therewas nothing to say to make it better. Nothing to do but get the information andleave, no matter what Takashi wanted. He wouldn’t let the Galra Empire reclaimhis brother, and if he had to pry Takashi away from Moira, he would do it byclaw, by blade, by lion.

No one would ever harm Takashi again, and his tail wrappedabout his brother’s waist again, tugging him close.

Takashi grunted in embarrassment, in alarm. Keith ignoredhim.

Something broken and devastated reformed in Moira’s gaze,and though it was tearful, her smile was bright and relieved. “I’m glad you hadeach other.”

That was probably the only thing they could agree upon.

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