#mainly because I just finished a different chapter fic so best not to exhaust myself more

[no1ryomafan]

I wasn’t gonna talk about anything regarding the crossover until it was published but I has a strong desire to make this fucking image and do I regret it? Nope because this is utterly hilarious when not even people who’ve bets chapter one understand half of these.

[margridarnauds]

6, 12, 23, and 45 please!

Thank you!

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

So, I have no idea what we’re talking about as far as levels of involvement, but here are the ones I read fanfic RELIGIOUSLY for back in the day. So, behold my shame. 

Cats (oh, my sweet, innocent 12 year old self) - Mistoffelees/Victoria. 

Phantom of the Opera - Raoul/Christine/Erik, tbh. I started off E/C, then shifted to R/C when I realized E was a trashfire, then went to R/C/E when I realized that I loved garbage after all. 

Van Helsing - Anna/Dracula. Which is impressive given I’ve never. Actually. Watched it. Sue me. 

Carmilla - Carmilla/Laura.

The Pirate Queen - Graínne/Donal, one of the first fics I ever wrote. (And then never published.) Yes, he is a garbage fire in the musical, but in my very specific rewrite of it, he wasn’t. Though these days, I kind of lean towards Tiernan/Donal or Tiernan/Gráinne/Donal. Garbage pirate OT3 is garbage. 

Dracula - The Countess (from Makt Myrkanna)/Lucy Westenra. The first explicit femslash I ever wrote, and it might very well never see the light of day because I do not forever want to be known as The One With The Blood And The Lesbians. Though, who knows? It might cleanse me of Printing Press. 

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (Yes. Really.): Twilight/Princess Luna. I keep telling myself that my AO3 profile’s eventually going to be nothing but period dramas, my (1) Terra Nova fic, and…a My Little Pony fic, along with various Barbie Movie fics. For old time’s sake. 

Terra Nova - Wash/Mira, due to @janetcarter‘s influence. 

The Flash - Barrison. Specifically, Eobard/Barry. In many ways, it was my prep for 1789 with the whole “I murdered your parent” thing.  

The Avengers - Loki/Tony Stark.  

Les Miserables - Valjean/Javert 

The Golden Compass - Mrs. Coulter/Lord Asriel 

Arthuriana - Galahad/Mordred

Star Wars - Reylo or Finnlo. I don’t particularly have a preference, just let Kylo screw one of his various archnemeses straight to the side of the Light.

Star Wars: Rebels - Kallus/Zeb. Oh. Another enemies to lovers ship. Who would have guessed? 

1789 - Peyrol/Ronan (Was there any doubt? If there was, I need to write more.) 

Revolutionary Maximilien Robespierre - Madame Roland/Marie-Anne. In progress, but A Ship for me. Mainly because I’m a contrarian little shit who writes things when people tell me I can’t and then gets attached to the result.

Brennus, Enemy of Rome - Ahmet/Nissia. Which…I still need to. Write. My fanfic for that one. So that fanfic for it exists.  

Lord of the Rings - Boromir/Aragorn

Friedrich: Mythos und Tragödie - Countess Orzelska/Wilhelmine and Fritz/Katte. Pretty much equally, though Orzelskine (?) Wilhelska (?) is starting to edge out Fratte. 

La Legende du Roi Arthur - Leia/Guinevere in the French and Morgane/Guin in the Takarazuka. 

Irish Mythology - Bres/Sreng. I will defend this one to the death and I will do it with citations and footnotes. 

Scarecrow of Romney Marsh - General Pugh/Dr Syn. Yet another one I. Need to write the fic for. 

Star Trek: …….. 

………You know, my favorite thing about Star Trek is that, regardless of shipping preferences, we can all find something to enjoy. Kor/Kirk. While I can’t speak for DS9 Quark/Brunt, my current favorite from Discovery has to be Michael/Tilly, which might very well be the single most wholesome thing I’ve shipped in a very long time. 

Ace Attorney: Phoenix/Edgeworth. 

12. Who is your current OT3?

Chauvelin/Percy/Marguerite from The Scarlet Pimpernel. I do not accept constructive criticism on this one. Because Percy/Marguerite are sickeningly sweet on their own, Marguerite/Chauvelin has That Sexual Tension in Where’s the Girl and The Riddle, and Percy/Chauvelin fulfill all my requirements as far as enemies to lovers ships are concerned.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

I’ve talked a lot about Forgiveness being one of the very few things I’ve written that I’ve ever liked and the ONE thing that I feel…gets my idea of how L/R WORK together and probably shows off my style best, along with Fowl Play (WHICH HAS FANART NOW. WHICH I’M STILL NOT OVER BECAUSE MY BABY HAS FANART.) So, instead, I’m going to shift to Pour la Peine, which…is my messy, messy child in many regards, not the least because it’s so much longer + still isn’t finished. 

(Warning for various and assorted personal, squishy feelings, as well as cancer mentions)

When I first got the prompt from @fallenidol-453, it was January of 2018. Two months before, I’d received the news that my uncle had Stage Four Esophageal Cancer and my mother had moved from our house to his house to care for him, leaving me without her help for the first time in my life, which I deliberately kept as low-key about on here as I could be, given that, to be honest, dealing with the endless “I’m so sorry to hear that”s gets very exhausting after awhile and I was a college student with a schedule to keep. And he and I had a very…contentious relationship, despite the two of us being alike in many ways. Possibly because we were alike in many ways. And, by May of that year, he was dead. And I would learn shortly afterwards that my paternal grandfather had died in January, but no one on my father’s side had bothered to tell me. I spent a lot of time trying to deal with the stress of that time, juggling that with my schoolwork and my fanfic, which I tried to work on from the time I received the prompt onwards. (Tbh, I’d had the opening scene in my mind for awhile before, but I hadn’t had a larger plot + ending until the prompt.)

At first, I thought that I would publish it like I’d later publish Forgiveness, in one straight chapter, but as time went on and on and there became less and less of a shot of having it done any time soon, I ended up just publishing the first chapter and deciding to update it from there. And that chapter got a lot of ribbing from friends. “Her brother is dead” really came off as a very melodramatic first line, but I also decided, very early on, that I didn’t care about what the objective quality of it was; all I cared about was creating a snapshot of a time in my life, just like when I go through the stuff that I made when I was twelve and I laugh about the various and assorted OCs and questionable phrases but love them all the same because they’re my twelve year old self’s. And, where I was at that point in my life, writing Solène mourning a family member who she had a difficult relationship with while I mourned a family member who I had a difficult relationship with, it was the only line that felt right to me.  

There’s a lot of things with this one that I’m still not sure about. There’s a plot twist that I’ve tried to be quiet about for all this time (that I’ve probably been really terrible about keeping, tbh) and that is either going to be the Jumping the Shark moment or the defining moment of it, and I’m obviously not sure how that’s going to be received though I want to believe I’ve foreshadowed it enough to not make it too much of a swerve, I’m not sure how I feel about the ending, there’s a lot there that’s murky and probably more reflective of my writing a year ago than not, and I’m not sure about how I’ve handled the character dynamics given what we’ve got in canon or the dynamic I’ve put them into, or whether the choices they’ll make reflect THEM or what I WANTED them to do. Hell, with a few things, I’m not sure how I’m even going to GET to the ending. 

But, I’m really proud of how much I’ve had the chance to work with Solène and Olympe, I’m really happy with a lot of the work I put into sequences like the two chapters long March to Versailles, which involved looking into a LOT of personal accounts as well as secondary sources analyzing it, and I liked trying to flesh out Solène’s world. But, more importantly, of everything I’ve written, it and Le Cri are probably the most directly personal to me, and even though a part of me still says Her brother is dead is a hell of a melodramatic opening line, it fulfilled its purpose. And, tbh, sometimes that’s all a fic needs. 

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic? 

This is so hard for me, because there are so many fics that have left a huge impression on me throughout the various fandoms I’ve been in. In 1789 alone, I was thinking of at least two different fics at a given point, which is both fantastic and minorly stressful given how small this fandom is (one of which, incidentally, was Little Dove Heart, since that really gave me a huge push as far as Laz and his backstory and his characterization and his relationship to Artois, even if I tend to keep the latter more in the background). And there have been so many fics I’ve read that I’ll remember and go back to periodically, and that really helped me as far as looking at how character voices could be developed and how description would work and how to work a time period and a setting into a story. 

Overall though, I think I’m going to have to give it to Vae Victis, which is a work by @sineala‘s. I’ve never been quiet about my undying love for the Gauls and for Brennus in particular. Brennus is one of my historical favs, and I felt like this fic did a really, really fantastic job of bringing that much-neglected period of time to life and developing the characters on their own, without me having any background in the source material. With fanfic, especially with a more active fandom, there’s kind of an expectation that everyone knows the characters involved, so to be able to work in a different time and to get the reader fully invested in the characters and their relationship in their own right is a really fantastic accomplishment, and to be able to show the Gauls and Brennus (in what little time he gets, because my boi’s not the focus and I accept that) as three dimensional figures rather than a rampaging horde is always much appreciated. And it has a WORKS CITED page at the end, AKA the eternal key to my heart. 

[my-one-love-is-music]

If Not In One Life, Then Maybe In the Next ch. 4

So, here's the status of this fic right now. This chapter finishes off everything I had planned and pretty much wraps things up. There is certainly the chance that I might get inspo for just some simple domestic scenes between Keith and Shiro to get a peek at their life, but I'm marking this fic as complete because that's not really guaranteed at this point. I mainly just wanted to work through all of the feelings at the end of season 8 and give Keith everything he deserves and I think I've done that pretty damn well with this fic.

So please, enjoy this chapter because I really enjoyed putting it together.

Also on AO3!

Pidge tightened her grip on the controls as they passed through the first gate. The ship shook and rattled around them and it was so much different from going through the wormholes in the Castle of Lions that she was worried they might shake apart and be crushed in this space between universes. A space where life didn’t exist and didn’t belong.

“Hunk how is the tracker looking?” she asked through clenched teeth.

“Going strong,” he said. “I’ve got a read on a stream of particle discharge. Hold steady on our current path. It doesn’t look as though it’s going to diverge yet and since we don’t know how close we can get to these other timelines, I wouldn’t risk possibly getting pulled into a place we’re not trying to be if gravity exists here.”

She avoided looking at the other Paladins strapped into their seats. Shiro had been tense when they boarded, and she didn’t want to think about what was going through his head. Or what he might do if anything went wrong considering how determined he was to bring Keith back.

“Begin altering course to the right by five degrees,” Hunk said, focus still on the monitor in front of him. “It looks like we’ll be approaching the entrance to the universe Keith went to soon.”

Pidge nodded and carefully shifting the controls to alter course. The ship shook and jolted underneath her and she swallowed, feeling a bead of sweat slide down the side of her temple. She hadn’t been this stressed while flying since the worst of the war.

“And shift another five degrees. It looks as though we’ll be veering strongly to the right up ahead. The portal that has the lavender outline is the one we’re aiming for.”

“Got it,” Pidge said with a nod. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, shifting to the edge of her seat as she directed the ship.

“Turn now,” Hunk instructed.

With less grace than she wanted, Pidge jerked the controls and sent the ship veering towards the opening Hunk had pointed out to her, earning a rude squawk from Lance. The metal shook and groaned around them but still held steady even when they passed through the portal.

She squinted against the bright light they passed through, not wanting to close her eyes completely until they were safely out of the portal and she could see where they were headed. They didn’t come this far only to crash into the side of some building or the ground.

“Did we-are we…” Shiro started.

Pidge blinked, realizing the bright light shining into her eyes had been the reflection of the sun off the large expanse of sand below them.

“The desert?” she muttered. “Hunk, are you tracking anything from Keith’s-“

“He’s blipping again!” Hunk cheered.

Lance let out a relieved sigh and Pidge finally relaxed, loosening her grip on the controls.

“Where is he?” Shiro asked, falling into the role of the commander he’d grown into so well during the course of the war.

“Due east,” Hunk said with a slightly hysterical laugh. “I can’t believe we’ve found him!”

“Get those coordinates uploaded into the system,” Pidge said, redirecting the ship. “Let’s go find our friend.”

The new course appeared in the corner of the screen and Pidge smiled at the small red blip that was drawing closer and closer as they flew over the desert. Excitement and happiness bloomed in her chest. She’d missed Keith. She hadn’t realized it back on Earth since she was always so focused on her research, but after being faced with the possibility of never seeing him again, it was the thing she wanted most. And she was sure the rest of the Paladins felt the same way.

Before long, a lone shack appeared on the horizon.

“I guess we should’ve expected that,” Shiro said, sounding fond. “Of course Keith’s shack wouldn’t be confined to one universe over the rest of them. He was always good about finding his way home.”

Pidge eased off the thrusters as they approached, slowing their speed until she could lower the ship a few feet from the shack without kicking up too big of a storm. She powered down the systems and sagged back into her chair, feeling more exhausted than she expected to be after the short, but undeniably stressful journey.

“Let’s go,” Shiro said. “We need to find him.”

“Shiro maybe…” Pidge started. She glanced at Hunk and Lance and Coran. “Maybe you should go in and see him first. We can wait out here until you’re done talking with him.”

Lance frowned at her, but she narrowed her eyes and he shrugged.

“Are you sure?” Shiro asked.

She sighed and pushed herself to her feet. She braced her hands on her hips and turned to face Shiro, giving him her most confident smile. “I’m sure. We can each have our time with him.”

Shiro nodded and glanced at the rest of the Paladins before he sprinted from the cockpit and towards the back of the ship. He hit the button to open the hatch doors and jumped through, hurrying across the sand to the front porch.

He skipped the steps entirely and jumped straight onto the porch before raising his fist to knock several times on the front door. He shifted from foot to foot as he waited, not hearing anything from within.

“Can I help-” Keith cut himself off as he pulled the door open and found Shiro standing in front of him. He pressed his lips together and swallowed, feeling sadness curl into a lead weight over his heart. “Shiro. What are you doing here?”

“I had to come find you, Keith,” Shiro said, spreading his hands in front of him. “I had to make sure you were okay. We had no idea what happened to you.”

Keith crossed his arms, feeling small and vulnerable. He glanced up at Shiro and behind him to the ship that was waiting. “Maybe you should come inside so we can talk,” he muttered. He moved to the side and let Shiro through the door.

Keith shut the door and walked into the kitchen, nervous energy leaving him unable to stand in one spot.

“Why did you leave?” Shiro asked, voice creeping into desperate territory. Keith nearly winced, feeling he was once again going to have to downplay his feelings so Shiro wouldn’t be completely turned away.

“I had to,” Keith said. “I wasn’t happy, and I needed to find a place for myself.”

“And you had to come here? You had a whole universe of places to go.”

“That didn’t matter,” Keith mumbled. “Even if I went to the farthest reaches of the universe, I still wouldn’t have found somewhere I belonged.”

“How do you know? We were just beginning to catalogue the different planets and cultures. Surely there was somewhere-”

“No!” Keith snapped, his temper finally getting the best of him since Shiro wasn’t getting it. Since he never got it and Keith was always thrown to the side or forgotten because there was always someone more important who held Shiro’s attention. “Even if I went to every known planet in the universe and touched every corner and every star of our universe, I still wouldn’t have had the one thing I wanted the most. Don’t you get that?!”

Keith clenched his hands into fists at his sides, trying to draw in enough oxygen to breathe despite the tightness in his chest. He’d finally found his fucking happiness. He’d finally found the one universe he could be with Shiro in and of course it was the deepest irony that it was Shiro who’d shown up to ruin that for him.

“Keith…” Shiro breathed, looking him up and down.

“Keith?”

Shiro’s eyes slid past him and narrowed. He straightened to his full height and Keith knew the look in his eyes. It was the look he got when he was sizing up an enemy or a threat. Keith turned to look over his shoulder and found Shiro-his Shiro-standing behind him.

“Who’s this?”  the old Shiro asked.

“Shiro,” he started. “This is…Shiro,” he sighed, giving a weak wave of introduction at the Shiro of the new universe.

Shiro cleared his throat and walked up behind him, curling his finger’s around his hip. Keith relaxed into the touch, finally feeling some of his anxiety leave him, almost as though Shiro’s very touch could draw the fear and anxiety from his body. Shiro pressed his lips to the side of his head and Keith watched Shiro’s eyes widen.

“Shiro,” Keith sighed, staring at his old friend. “This is the Shiro from my universe. My friends were just dropping in for a visit.”

“Keith,” Shiro started, eyes wide and pleading as he looked between Keith and the new Shiro’s proximity. “You can’t really want to stay here. You had a whole life ahead of you back home. You had friends and family!”

“Keith came here for a reason,” the new Shiro said, voice dropping low and nearly dripping with venom, his fingers digging into Keith’s hip. “He’s chosen this as his new home. You can’t really expect him to go back with you.”

“His home is back in his original universe!” Shiro cried, taking a step towards them.

“Stop!” Keith shouted, looking between them both.

“I’m sorry,” the new Shiro apologized, shoulders sagging as his gaze softened towards Keith.

Keith gave him a small smile and turned his attention back towards his old friend. “Shiro,” he said, letting out a heavy sigh. “If we were as close as you think we were, and as close as we used to be, wouldn’t you have noticed how unhappy I was?”

“Keith, I…you can still come back,” Shiro pleaded.

Keith shook his head. “I can’t. I can’t come back, because I loved you and I realized that I could never have you. And I found a universe where I could have what I wanted.” He glanced over his shoulder at the new Shiro, earning another squeeze on his hip. He turned back to the other Shiro. “This is where I can be happy. Please understand that.”

Shiro stared at him, his mouth moving as he tried to come up with something to say to the realization that he’d lost his closest friend. That he lost him a long time ago.

“Let me walk you out, Shiro,” Keith said. “I think it’s time for you to go home.”

Shiro’s shoulders slumped and he turned, heading towards the front door like a dejected puppy. Keith made to follow after him but Shiro’s grip on his hip stopped him.  

“Keith,” Shiro whispered behind him.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay. We can talk later,” he said, waving away his concern and stepping out of his embrace.

The old Shiro glanced over his shoulder as he reached the front door and pulled it open, holding it open for Keith to walk through. The new Shiro walked out behind them, keeping close almost as though he was afraid Keith was going to change his mind and go with Shiro back to his old home.

“Keith!” Pidge cried, running over to him.

“He-ey Pidge,” Keith said, smile pulling at his lips as she launched herself into his arms and he caught her with ease.

“I can’t believe you didn’t say goodbye you idiot!” she said, smacking him on the shoulder.

“I know, I’m sorry, but I had to leave,” Keith said, squeezing her tightly.

“You really think we blame you for that? Come on,” she huffed with a roll of her eyes, “everyone just wanted the chance to say goodbye.” She grabbed Keith’s hands and tugged him over to the rest of the Paladins who were watching him with soft expressions. Coran jumped forward and threw his arms around Keith’s shoulders, already sobbing as Keith pat him on the back.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Shiro huffed, turning towards Keith’s new Shiro.

Shiro shrugged and crossed his arms, eyeing him warily. They walked a few feet away from the group reunion to avoid any chance of being overheard unless their conversation escalated into a screaming match.

“What do you want?” the new Shiro asked.

“You can’t keep Keith where he doesn’t belong,” Shiro hissed, jabbing a finger at him in another attempt at talking some sense into somebody.

“You say he doesn’t belong here,” the new Shiro started, narrowing his eyes. “How many times have you seen Keith smile?”

“What?” Shiro asked, coming up short at the unexpected retaliation.

“Just answer the question.”

“I’ve seen him smile a few times. More than most people since he wasn’t very open with people he wasn’t close to.”

“Maybe before he came here. But ever since Keith arrived, he’s pretty much smiled every day since he’s been here. And not only that, I’ve got him to laugh in the mornings when he’s just woken up. He’s open and happy and relaxed. I think that’s more than you can say you saw from him back in your universe.”

“Well, maybe it’s easier for you, did you consider that? We didn’t have much to smile or laugh about during the war-“

“Even in war, you can still find small moments to be happy. You can still find moments to laugh and smile if you really care about someone,” the new Shiro said, not willing to give him ground. “If I’d gotten the chance to spend this kind of time with Keith during the war, I would’ve cherished every selfish moment I could’ve snatched between meals or strategy meetings or after training. I would’ve made an effort to get him to smile or laugh if it meant the war could slide into the background of our lives for one moment.”

The old Shiro stared at him.

“I may not have lived through as much as you did,” the new Shiro continued, “but just because we stopped the war earlier doesn’t mean that I don’t know what kind of toll it can take on you. Now, can’t you at least let Keith do what he needs to do to be happy? Don’t you care about him enough where you can let him go? He loved you. He probably still loves you, but he can’t go back with you,” Shiro said, glancing over his shoulder at where Keith was laughing and hugging the other Paladins.

The old Shiro sighed, his shoulders sagging under yet another weight that he was being forced to carry.

“Come on,” Shiro said, nodding towards the group. “It’s probably best if we get back.”

He waited for the old Shiro to start walking forward first.

“You’re welcome to visit anytime you want,” Keith said to the rest of the Paladins. “You know where to find me now,” he said with a small chuckle. “And your ship is obviously in much better condition then mine was since it broke up upon entry into this universe.”  

The Paladins pulled him into another hug.

“You’re lucky I’m forgiving you for destroying one of my ships,” Pidge said, making the rest of the Paladins laugh.

“We’ll tell your mom you’re okay, too,” Hunk said.

“Thank you,” he murmured, feeling his heart twist at having left his mom behind.

“She’s happy for you,” Pidge said. “And she understands, so try not to carry too much guilt over leaving.”

Keith’s smile turned melancholy and cloudy like a bleak December day.

“You really do seem a lot happier here then you did back home,” Lance said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Hunk agreed. “I’m sorry we didn’t notice how hard things were for you.”

Keith shook his head. “I was always pretty good at hiding things I didn’t want anyone to see. It’s not your fault. But I am happy now. I’m really so much happier than you could know, and this is where I want to be.”

Their gazes slid past him and he turned to find the two Shiros standing side-by-side behind him.

“We’ll meet you on the ship, Shiro,” Hunk said.

“Yeah, I should plan our trajectory back to our own universe,” Pidge said, backing up towards the ship.

“I’m sorry, Keith,” the old Shiro said as the Paladins made a hasty retreat, having to pull Coran along who was nearly a puddle of tears. “I shouldn’t have…I shouldn’t have said a lot of the things I said.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Keith agreed. “But I need you to accept that this is where I want to spend the rest of my life.”

Shiro nodded. “I guess this is goodbye then.”

“Goodbye Shiro,” Keith said. He hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and throwing his arms around Shiro’s shoulders. Shiro buried his face in his neck and hugged him back tightly, grip nearly crushing him.

Shiro let out a long sigh before he released his grip and stepped back. He gave Keith one last look before he turned on his heel and strode back to the ship, disappearing up the ramp.

The ramp retracted, and the doors slid shut. It took a few minutes for the thrusters to power up and the ship rose from the sand, taking off across the desert before it rose into the atmosphere and disappeared from sight.

Shiro’s fingers wrapped around his own. Keith smiled at him and Shiro nodded towards the house, pulling him back towards the steps. Keith let out a relieved breath once the door shut behind them, feeling something finally uncurl in his chest. The air shimmered and Cosmo appeared at his side. He smiled and ran his fingers through his fur.

“Hey buddy, where were you hiding out during all of that? I’m sure the Paladins would’ve loved to see you, you know,” Keith said, trying to make his voice light.

Cosmo whined and pressed into his fingers.

Shiro tugged him into the living room and sat down on the couch, pulling Keith into his lap as Cosmo settled down in the corner. He wrapped his arms around his waist and squeezed him closer, burying his face between his shoulders.

“Shiro, is everything okay?” Keith asked, feeling worry wrap around his heart. He tried to turn to get a glimpse of Shiro’s face, but he was kept in place by the arms around him.

“I’m sorry, Keith, I…for a second there when I came into the kitchen and saw you with another Shiro-with the Shiro from your universe-I was so worried that you were going to leave. I was so scared that I was going to lose you again. And I don’t…I don’t know what I would’ve done. I wouldn’t have been able to let you go.”

Keith wiggled around in his hold, fighting against the press of Shiro’s arms until he was straddling Shiro’s lap. He framed Shiro’s face between his hands and smiled, trying to ease whatever negative feelings were pulling his thoughts in the wrong direction.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. “I love you, Shiro. I’ve loved every moment that I’ve gotten to spend with you here. You were right when you said I’ve smiled and laughed so much more since I’ve been here. I was never so happy back home. Not once I realized I was going to feel alone for the rest of my life.”

“I don’t want you to ever feel alone,” Shiro swore, eyes shining with emotion as he searched his gaze.

Keith smiled and rubbed his thumbs along Shiro’s cheeks. “I know. And I won’t. As long as I’m with you, I’ll be full of so much love and happiness that I might be ready to burst. My friends can come and visit anytime they want now that they have a ship that can travel from one universe to another. And maybe I can visit them soon enough once the proper ships have been built here. But I definitely wouldn’t trade the life I have now with you for anything else. This is everything that I want. You’re everything I want; not the old Shiro and not my old life, just you.”

Shiro’s gaze turned watery and he pressed his eyes closed, letting out a long, shaky breath. He tightened his grip around Keith’s waist. “I-Keith, I-“

“I love you,” Keith murmured. “I love you, Shiro. And there’s nothing that’s going to take me away. Never again. I promise. I’m going to stay with you for as long as I can. I want to spend forever with you.”

“I love you, too, Keith,” Shiro breathed. “I love you so much. Please promise me that I can wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life.”

“I promise, Shiro,” Keith said. “Because I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Shiro pressed forward and brought their lips together in a deep kiss, needing it as much as he needed oxygen to breath. Keith sighed and wrapped his arms around Shiro’s shoulders, clutching to him just as tightly and feeling like he’d just reached peak velocity before cutting the engine of his ship and dropping into a freefall.

He’d finally found his place in the universe.

All of the missing pieces in his chest slid into place. He was whole. He was happy. And that was all that mattered. Here and now with Shiro was all he would ever need.

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Cars and Telephones {Keanu Reeves}

~This is the first fic I’ve written about Keanu and I apologize if it’s a bit lacking. I’m just trying to get back into writing and provide an example of my song fics and blahblahblah.~

“Cars and Telephones” by Arcade Fire

I read the pages about me In her autobiography They were brief and to the point

My eyes carefully scanned over the pages of the book, taking in every word that she had written about me. At first, she introduced myself and how we had met at a coffee shop in New York City. The memory made me smile to myself, remembering how beautiful she was when I first saw her. Continuing the book, she mentioned the basic details of most of our dates and our relationship as a whole. After only a few pages of our relationship, she suddenly stopped the chapter, and going on into the next one that was about her life after we broke up. I couldn’t help but shut the book and place it onto my coffee table. I sighed and sunk back into my couch, turning on the tv to drown out my intruding thoughts.

One flash while you are getting dressed A memory that needs to be repressed I'll just wait until it's over

After a half hour of watching the news, my mind drifted off to her, to a memory that I would always hate myself for. It was over a year ago when we were staying in a hotel room while on a trip to Florida for her birthday. It was long past midnight when we got back to our room after a long day of trying to enjoy ourselves as well as avoid the public eye at Universal Studios. She went to take a hot bath and relax, and I had swiftly followed and joined her. Once we made love and splashed water everywhere, she got out and dried herself off with a towel. As I let the water drain and found a towel, she began changing into one of my shirts and a pair of pajama shorts. Before she put on the shirt, a sudden flash made her stop and look out the large glass window. I felt a mix of confusion and anger and rushed past her, pulling the curtains together while almost ripping them off of their rods. “Keanu?” She muttered, her eyes full of shock and fear. I frowned and wrapped myself around her. I shushed her and grabbed the shirt from the bed, slipping it onto her to cover her bare breasts. She looked up at me and sighed, “I’m right here, (y/n),” I assured her. She nodded and pulled herself from my arms so she could walk over to the window. She carefully peaked from the curtains to see what was going on. I tried to stop her by putting my arms around her waist and pulling her to me, but she had already seen everything. I didn’t bother looking out the window because I knew exactly what the flash had come from. She turned around to face me, tears in her eyes. “Someone was watching us,” she whimpered. “I’m so so sorry, honey.” I pulled her to lay on the bed with me, and she began crying softly into my chest.

Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Cause I like cars more than telephones Your voice in my ear makes me feel so alone Tonight I'm gonna drive, the silver moon is shining bright Over the interstate, God saying hurry don't be late Soon the sun will rise, that's when the romance dies And I'm just tired of running around

Later that night, I laid awake in my bed, just staring up at the ceiling. I had tried to fall asleep for the past hour, but all of the thoughts of her kept me awake and empty inside. Everything, even my own bed, felt different without her. It all felt empty and meaningless. I felt this way almost every night since she left, only getting a break from it when I was too exhausted and instantly fell asleep or when I would drink that evening until I would pass out. After another half hour of thinking and even crying, my mind went seemingly numb and I was deep asleep. But I couldn’t get away from her, not even in my sleep. I dreamed of her, everything about her. Her body, her eyes, her lips, her curves, her laugh, her voice. Everything. I couldn’t take it anymore and I woke up, sitting up in my bed to find myself covered in sweat, like I had some godawful nightmare. I turned and look towards the clock on my nightstand, seeing that it was 6:00am. I noticed the soft glare of the moon and sun as the dawn was approaching. “I need her.” I mumbled to myself, “I fucking need her.”

I walked to get the mail today I guess your letter never came I'll just check again tomorrow The next time I woke up it was 9:30am, and the sun had since rose closer to the middle of the sky. I got out of bed and walked to my closet, putting on a pair of sweat pants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. My mind drifted between what I was currently doing and (y/n), distracting me as I ate breakfast and drank my coffee. After I finished my breakfast and coffee, I slipped on a pair of shoes and walked outside to get the mail. The sidewalk and driveway were coated with a thin layer of snow, and the grass covered in snow and frost. I carefully walked to the mailbox and retreated back inside. I shut and locked the door, kicked off my shoes, and sat down on the couch. I sorted through the few letters I had gotten, hoping for something from (y/n). When we were together, she would send me handwritten letters almost everyday, knowing that it meant the world to me. Of course, the only things I’d received were bills and the newspaper. I then went to look at my phone for a text, email, anything from her. My heart sunk once again when there was nothing from her. Why do I do this to myself every goddamn day? A flash while you are getting dressed A memory that needs to be repressed I'll just wait without saying a word

I succumbed to my loneliness and began going through my phone, reading all of our texts, looking at all of our photos together, and adoring every single one of the many photos I still had of just her. These were all outdated by almost a year, and I hadn’t actually seen her since we broke up. I decided to search the images of her online, wondering if she looked any different now. The first dozen photos were mainly of her and myself, and some new ones of her that were a month old. Before I could go back, I saw the photo that started all of our problems. It was from an old news article from a gossip magazine, talking about the trip (y/n) and I took for her birthday last year. The published photo had censored her chest, but there were some suggested photos linked to it that weren’t censored. I knew that if this was from a different situation, like if she had sent photos of herself to him during the many times they were away from each other, I would grin and admire her breasts. I would remember how perfect they felt against my chest, when I would kneed on them, the way she would moan and shudder at my touch as we made love. I loved the way they moved and bounced when she was on top of me. But this was different. This was from an intimate and private moment that had been intruded by a stranger.  Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Cause I like cars more than telephones Your voice in my ear makes me feel so alone Tonight I'm gonna drive, the silver moon is shining bright Over the interstate, God saying hurry don't be late Soon the sun will rise, that's when the romance dies And I'm just tired of running around After I spent all day planning and packing, I was in the garage and putting my bags in my car. I locked up the house and opened the garage door. As I pulled out, I shut the door and turned on my GPS. The hum of my Porsche soothed my mind and body, allowing me to focus on the road and not on my thoughts. I made my way out of the city and onto the interstate. It was still packed with people leaving work late or going out for the weekend. The full moon’s light glistened on the salted roads, reminding him of fresh snow. I kept driving until I was running low on gas, and had to stop at a gas station. It was already 2:00am, and I was physically and mentally exhausted. My body kept fighting with me, wanting to stop somewhere and get a room for the night. 

But fuck it, I love you even if, I'm gonna feel like shit By the time I get to you, now the sky is turning blue The stars they disappear one by one as the daylight nears And yes you're in my head, but that doesn't make you here And I've lost all my friends, but you're the one I miss the most And now I'm almost there, yeah, I'm almost to the coast And if I had any notion of how I'm gonna drive my car across The Atlantic Ocean I'd be fucking set

But I was only about three-and-a-half hours away from her. I had to keep going. So I got some coffee along with gas and sped back onto the empty roads. 

After another two hours, I stopped once more for gas and to use the bathroom, as well as even more coffee. Once I had finished with getting everything, I noticed that the sky was beginning to turn into a pale blue color, with the stars becoming slightly dimmer. I smiled softly as I got into my car and continued on the road to the love of my life. Once I got stuck at a red light, I heard my phone going off under the slightly louder music of the radio. I looked down at the phone screen and saw that one of my friends and neighbors had noticed that my house lights were all off and that I didn’t answer the door when he’d knocked. I turned my phone off and put it back into my coat pocket, knowing that it wasn’t that important at the time. I knew that a few of my close friends have been trying their best to cheer me up ever since (y/n) and I went our separate ways, but nothing ever seemed to be enough. I was always thinking back to her. She was the one who mattered the most to him, above everyone else in the world. My GPS alerted me that I was only a few minutes away from where (y/n) lived, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. She was so fucking close. When I arrived at her house, I pulled into the driveway and put my car in park. I grabbed my phone and called her without hesitating, I’ve come too far to quit now. 

...”I’m on a visit to London, Keanu.” She admitted, causing my heart to drop immensely. “I wish you had contacted me sooner so I would’ve stayed back. I’m so sorry. I’ll be back home in three days.” She said, her voice filled with sorrow and pity. “No, it’s my fault. I should’ve let you know that I was coming. It’s alright, (y/n).” I replied, trying so hard not to break down into tears. “I gotta go, Keanu. Goodbye.” I swallowed the emotions that were trying to escape me, “Goodbye, (y/n).” She hung up, and I sat there in complete silence. If only I could just drive across the fucking ocean for you.