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beetlebitchywitch · 5 years ago

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Dissonant Notes, Part 3

Guys, I was messaging @scribblepigeon, and if you know anything about Pidge, it’s that they are FANTASTIC to bounce ideas off of and I literally cannot restrain myself from writing Part 3, despite the fact that I LITERALLY just posted Part 2. I’m a college student who can’t sleep because of caffeine, sue me.

WARNING: LIL SMUTTY. This will have some smut towards the end, but nothign major!

Part 1 Part 2

It’d been 3 months since that first night with Dewey, and you couldn’t imagine being any happier. Your relationship has been a major source of light in your life, and your students have noticed- you’re happier in class because you get to see Dewey every day, sharing hidden kisses in abandoned corridors, holding hands during lunch, and, on occasion, letting Dewey serenade you in the music room, his performances always as outlandish as he is and never failing to make you laugh. You could not be more grateful for Dewey and how much fun and love he’s brought into your life.

You could, however, stand to show him a little more.

And so, you got to work. You spent late night after late night practicing, praying, and debating selling your soul to the Devil in order to be ready for him. You wanted him to know how much you appreciated him, and you couldn’t see any better way to do it.

Your weekly Friday Date Night arrived sooner than you thought it would, and with it, all the nerves that had been building were about to boil over. Fuck, you couldn’t do this, you were just gonna fuck it up and Dewey would laugh at you and-

No. You stopped yourself before you prattled on, taking a deep, steadying breath. Even if you’re awful, Dewey won’t mind. You were awful before, and he’s still here. This is for Dewey- focus on him.

When the tell-tale knock rang through your apartment, your nerves had been sufficiently calmed, though seeing his smiling face made butterflies swarm in your stomach. Without a word, Dewey swept into your apartment and took you in his arms, dipping you and planting a long, slow kiss on your lips.

“Woah there, Casanova,” you chuckled as he brought you back onto your feet. “What was that all about?”

“You just looked exceptionally gorgeous today,” he answered with a shrug.

“You said that yesterday.”

“Your point?”

You snorted, taking him by the hand to drag him to the couch, resting your legs over his lap.

“How was the rest of your day, babe?” you asked, hoping a bit of small talk would distract you from your growing nervousness.

“Oh it was alright, the kids and I were working on a new song and Katie was having some issues with her part, not to mention Zack broke a string on his accoustic aaaaaand I’m rambling,” he laughed, shaking his head. “How about you, what’ve you been up to on your day off?”

“Well...funny you should mention that,” you said shyly, leaning down to pick up the guitar Dewey bought you for you birthday from under the couch. In case you ever need an emergency guitar! he’d said, not at all explaining what need anyone would have for an “emergency guitar”. Still, you appreciated the gift all the same, especially now. “I’ve been working on something. Care to hear it?”

Looking at you curiously, Dewey nodded, moving to a cross-legged position so he could face you. You took a deep breath, sending him a small smile before you began to play.

You’d come a long way from the first time you’d ever even touched a guitar. That whining, dissonant noise has been replaced with a fairly pleasant chord progression. You stumbled, of course, as you always do, a few chords coming out wonky, but you simply focused on getting your fingers where they were supposed to be. This was for Dewey- you could do this.

You wouldn’t dare look at Dewey lest you mess up your finger placement, so you didn’t get to see the look on his face as you began to sing.

Your love is my turning page...only the sweetest words remain...

Every kiss is a cursive line...every touch is a redefining phrase...

You heard a sharp intake of breath, but didn’t let it distract you from your song. Your voice was soft, a bit breathy if you were being honest, but not at all unpleasant. By the end of the song, your throat hurt a bit, and your fingers were sore from strumming, but your feelings for Dewey swelled in your heart and kept you going to the very end. You ended your song with one final strum, your final chord coming out just a bit wrong, causing you to curse under your breath. Your face was burning red and you couldn’t even look at him- you’d messed up so many times and you couldn’t even get that last chord right, and you were so embarrassed that you’d done it all in front of your rock star boyfriend.

“Dammit, I’m sorry Dew. That chord really doesn’t like me, I’ve tried so hard but I just can’t get the finger placement righ-mmph!” Your spiel was interrupted by Dewey’s insistent kiss, his hands pushing your guitar off to the side before wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. His lips were firm and warm against yours, as were his hands at your hips, and you felt yourself melt into his arms as you returned his kiss. He pulled away with a pop, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you in wonder. “Dew what was tha-?”

“That was so hot, oh my God,” he groaned, leaning in for another hard kiss. “You worked so hard and you sounded so gorgeous Jesus Christ I fucking love you.”

You giggled as he pressed tiny kisses all over your face, pulling you all the way into his lap as he lavished you with affection.

“Dewey, I literally fucked up so many times. My stupid hands could barely get the chords right!” you said between laughs, your self-conscious tone still managing to shine through. Dewey groaned and grabbed your hands, pressing even more kisses to your sore fingertips.

“Don’t you dare insult these magical little babies,” he insisted, rubbing your palms with his thumbs. “So fucking beautiful, Y/N, you have no idea-”

He leaned back in for another kiss, this time intent on taking his time. He slowly slid his hands up your back, holding you close as he laved his tongue over your lower lip. You groaned against him, running your hands down his chest to fist them in his sweater. The air around you two was suddenly much warmer, and Dewey was so firm against you, and you were suddenly very aware of a bulge growing harder in his pants and pressing against your ass. You chuckled against his lips, pulling away to shoot him a salacious grin.

“Are those drumsticks in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” you drawled. He laughed darkly against your lips, using his firm grip on your hips to drag your forward, bucking up against you with a groan.

“You tell me,” he retorted, shooting you a knowing look. “Y/N...Jesus Christ, I want you so bad...”

“Well then...show me.”

And oh, the callback to that first night together was enough to pull a growl from deep in Dewey’s chest as he picked you up and pressed you into the couch cushions, hovering over you with that goddamn smirk pulling at his lips that told you just what kind of night you were in for.

“That, sweetheart, is music to my ears.”

I think that’s it guys! Thank you so much for being interested in this little story, I hope that it was all you guys hoped it would be!

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 99

Lance would have paid good money to go back three days to when Curtis was teasing him. He would have emptied his whole bank account and sold every possession he owned, other than Blue and Keith’s coffee book. Woken at 3am, he was on the road to Platt 5 minutes later with his heart hammering in his throat. Breaking every road rule on the back country road, he was in Platt 30minutes later and pulling into the hospital car pack 10 minutes after that thanks to bad weather and morning traffic.

He’d happily go back to Christmas shopping and buying Shiro ugly sweaters from everyone in their friends group, including mami, Coran and Allura because he could. 10 ugly sweaters. He’d trade every millimetre of wool not to be pulling into the hospital car park. Not to be out on a stormy night that felt cold and oppressive instead of refreshed from the rain. He’d tried Keith as he’d driven, his boyfriend not picking up... because Keith had had some kind of accident. It was bad. Shiro barely holding it together on the phone call. Running into the emergency department, he tripped over his words trying to explain who he was and that his “brother-in-law” called him about his partner. Hospitals were more sympathetic towards couples who were “committed”, a load of shit in his opinion. With how loud he’d been, Shiro must have heard, a few moments later he was buzzed in much the annoyance of the triage nurse. He hadn’t meant to be rude, but Keith needed him.

For all his panicking, he wasn’t prepared to see his banged up boyfriend. Keith scowling at the world from where he was propped up on the examination bed. He could have punched him in the dick if Keith didn’t have a massive gravel rash up his arm and along his leg. Blood in the air from the oozing sores

“You fucking idiot!”

Keith had been on his bike. Lance didn’t need to be a qualified doctor to see bad weather and a motorcycle weren’t best friends

“Babe?!”

Keith squeaked, yeah. The fucker caught in the act. Moving away from Shiro, Lance threw his arms around Keith

“You absolute fucking idiot! Why didn’t you let Shiro fucking drive you!?”

Behind him, Shiro coughed, clearing his throat. Keith was probably shooting a desperate plea for some kind of explanation over Lance’s shoulder

“I didn’t tell him you were on your bike”

“He didn’t need to! Black leather and gravel rash! You’re a fucking moron!”

Keith hissed

“Okay... ow... okay, you’re crushing me. I’m okay...”

Lance drew back, not at all impressed

“Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?”

“He wasn’t at fault. He got clipped by a car”

A fucking car?!

“Babe!”

Keith moved his right arm to pinch the bridge of his nose

“Okay. Stop yelling at me. I was on my way home when it happened”

“And that makes it okay?!”

“Kind of?”

Lance glared at his boyfriend who sighed, before amending his statement

“No. Look, I was being careful. Less than the speed limit. The lights went out and the car didn’t mean to actually hit me”

“You were out in the rain!”

“And right now I’m more scared of you than the accident. I’m okay”

Scared of him?! What was he in trouble for? Shiro should be the one in trouble

“Shiro was crying his eyes out! He could barely tell me what happened!”

“Shiro, what did you tell him?”

Keith scowled at his brother, Lance didn’t want Shiro in trouble but the man had fucking scared him

“The ambulance brought you in. I called him when I arrived, but you were still in X-ray at the time”

An ambulance brought Keith in?! Wait... that was logical. A normal person in an accident would go to hospital via ambulance...

“Mister Kogane?”

A young nurse in scrubs stood holding Keith’s chart, Keith nodding at his name

“Yeah?”

Brightly the nurse smiled at them. She’d probably already been on shift way too long... Lance couldn’t be in the medical profession. Not only thanks to the blood thing, his and the patients, but he’d be crying his eyes out cleaning a patient’s wounds, never mind how he’d act if something actually worse happened

“I’m here to clean your wounds up. If your visitor’s would like to wait in our family visiting room, I’ll get started”

Keith looked at Shiro, then to him, then back to Shiro. Keith didn’t want to be alone... but didn’t want to hurt his feelings for choosing Shiro to remain with him. Lance making the choice for him

“I’ll wait there. You know, blood and stuff...”

“Okay... you’re not leaving though...”

“Nope. I’ll be right down the hall. Been here with Mami enough times to know this place”

He gave Keith a small smile, trying to reassure him, before heading to the visitors room near the emergency doors where the ambulances would dock. He was still shaking in shock. Sitting in the old and well used sofa in the corner of the room, Lance drew his knees up, resting his chin on his left knee as he closed his eyes. He felt jumpy. Ready to run a marathon... and then some. He could have lost Keith, all thanks to someone’s bad driving. Shiro should have fucking called him to let him know Keith was alive. He’d... hearing Keith was in accident... he was so fucking scared.

He’d only been talking to Mami about Keith yesterday. She’d only been teasing him, well, her and Matt had been teasing him, as Matt listened in on his phone call. He wanted to tell Keith that he loved him. Calmly. Uninfluenced. Properly. Not mumbled or without thinking thanks to the fact that he loved his boyfriend. He wanted to tell Keith under the stars at the cabin. Cheesy as hell. Camping seemed so far away... and he’d definitely known he was in love Keith for a while now. His Mami had told him not to wait, but Lance didn’t want him to feel pressured.

He wanted his Mami and his boyfriend. He felt sick and scared, desperately in need of her warm loving hands and soft cuddles. The Emergency Department was filled with feelings and shadows just out of sight. How he’d remembered his glasses he wasn’t sure. Fuck... If Mami was here than he’d be able to breathe again. She loved Keith. Keith, who’d supposed to kill her “baby boy”. They hadn’t seen her together since the morning after she’d slept over. She’d been up and making pancakes by the time Lance had roused, doting on Matt and Shiro, as Pidge held her coffee cup like her it was the only thing keeping her alive. She’d made so many pancakes, so happy to be in the kitchen, shooing off his worry and instance he should be making her breakfast. They’d talked on the phone. Lance planned to see her on the weekend, but got carried away planning the extension to the brickwork in his yard... this morning Keith could have died without seeing her again and it would have been because of some stupid bricks. Lance had driven her back to Platt, with a car sick Keith in the back, his Mami smiling like a school girl with dozen mixed roses in her lap.

Keith fitted. He fitted into his family. He was the piece of the puzzle that filled a long empty spot. What if something worse was happening to Keith on the inside? Breaks and secret bleeds happening. Had Keith hit his head? Was he wearing his helmet? Was his bike alright? Keith really loved his motorbike. He didn’t want it taken away and crushed if they could fix it for him. As fear smacked him in the face, Lance started crying again. He wanted to be the one Keith wanted with him... but he and Shiro were brothers. The pain they felt when either of them were hurt was something he wasn’t in on. He felt so fucking stupid for thinking like that.

Lance was still crying when Shiro came to fetch him. His body shaking harder than before from the invisible chill in the air. Sitting down beside him, Shiro wrapped his arms around him

“He’s okay. No fractures”

“Internal bleeding? Did he hit his head?”

“He’s off for another scan now they’ve cleaned him up. I think his pride was hurt more than anything”

Shiro didn’t say “no”

“That stupid anger loaf! Why’d he have to be in an accident!”

“These things unfortunately happen. We’re lucky he seems to be okay”

“Seems to be! He could have died... it’s not enough time... six isn’t enough time to love him. I can’t lose him!”

Shiro kissed his hair. Lance not used to it, though he was sure that Keith’s habit had been learnt from his older brother

“He’s going to be okay, kiddo”

“I can’t... I thought... I thought he was going to be dead and that’d be the end of... of everything”

“He had his leather on, and his helmet...”

“And sometimes that’s not enough... I can’t bring him back if something happens to him. I can’t do it. What good am I when I can’t help him?”

He couldn’t rob Keith of his warmth. Of his life. That was assuming he’d survive the bite. Shiro was firm, not mean or scolding firm, but kind of firm a dad used on their chin

“Lance, you are not to blame. You weren’t driving the car. The driver was beside themselves. They called it in, and he was brought straight here. He’s going to be to be sore and cranky, but he’s going to be okay”

The vampire felt absolutely miserable. Shiro wasn’t keeping away the cold and the shadows. Those fuzzy grey things just out view were still just of view

“I love him... I love him so much... we... we made it a month. A month and then this happens. Why does it have to happen to him? Why couldn’t it have been me?”

“Keith would be asking the same question, if it had been”

That’s because under everything Keith was the softest and sweetest anger loaf around. He was every bit the emo edge lord he looked like. All dark and violently beautiful on the outside with unicorns and cotton candy on the inside

“But I would have healed... I... feel like I’m going to be sick... It looked so painful...”

Lance moved his hand to his mouth to stop himself throwing up on Shiro. He could see the bits of leather and bitumen in the wound. Shiro rubbed his arm

“They’re going to give him pain meds, as well as pain meds and antibiotics to take home. I wish he wasn’t this bad, but this is hardly the first time he’s been in hospital. He’ll be okay. He’s awake and lucid. He knows who we are and where he is. He knows what happened”

Keith should have gotten checked after he’d fallen off the fucking roof. Maybe something was still was still wrong from falling? He couldn’t see Keith getting into accident. He just couldn’t see it. If he’d been calmer he would have, seeing the Keith’s bike was a death trap on wheels. He didn’t get how Keith got cleaned up. He said the car wasn’t going fast, but the gravel rash said he’d skidded. Head trauma may cause some memory loss and confusion. Full amnesia like in the movies didn’t exist. No one forgot their whole life and woke up a stranger. That was just a plot device used to make the masses sympathise. Stress did crazy things to the memory too...

“I’m sorry I’m being like this...”

Shiro had to be as messed up inside as he was, and now he was making it all about him

“He scared the fuck out of me too”

“It’s like... like... the worst feeling ever”

Shiro nodded in agreement

“Yeah, it never gets any easier. He’ll be grumpy for a day or three, but he’ll heal”

“I know that logically... but... I can’t stop shaking”

“It’s not the best way to wake up”

“No. Next time you call me I want better news”

Shiro snorted

“I can arrange that”

Shiro moved around him, Lance’s phone started vibrating in his pocket

“Are you ringing me?”

“I don’t know. Am I?”

Drawing back from Shiro, Lance fumbled his phone out his pocket, already knowing it was Shiro as he slid his thumb across the screen before holding it to his ear

“Lance, it’s Shiro. Keith was in accident tonight. He came off his bike, but he’s awake and he’s going to be okay. A few grazes and his pride is dented, but he’s okay, kiddo”

A wobbly grateful smile came to Lance’s lips. Shiro hanging up. That was better news, still not great news, but better than the scare he’d had the first time around

“You’re such a dad”

Shiro snorted with a smile on his lips

“I’ve been told. You sure you’re ready for a cranky Keith? He’s got to take it easy for a few days”

“Yeah... I can deal with his cranky... um... is... it okay if I’m there?”

He hadn’t even asked permission to come home with them. Keith and Shiro might not even want or need him around

“Of course it is. I’m not babysitting a cranky Keith. He throws things”

“I feel like those are knives”

“Sometimes. Sometimes coffee cups. Usually it’s whatever’s closest”

“Maybe we can distract him with Kosmo?”

“Or I can distract him with you”

“Great. So you’re sacrificing me to the angry Keith god?”

“Someone’s got to do it”

Keith didn’t want to be carried, Lance didn’t give him an option. Shiro took his car to VOLTRON, so Lance drove them extra carefully and very paranoidedly home. Carrying Keith in, his boyfriend did the alarm code, before Lance carried him through to his room. He physically couldn’t let Keith go. He was so scared Keith would slip away if he did. Laying him down on his bed, Keith hissed slightly, Lance jumping back thinking he’d hurt him. With a sigh, his boyfriend waved his non-bandaged arm

“I’m fine”

“I’m... sorry”

Keith softened

“Babe, I’m fine. A bit busted but okay. You’re shaking still”

Lance nodded, hugging himself tightly. He wanted to grab Keith back up again

“Don’t look at me like that, come back here”

Tentatively Lance sat on the edge of Keith’s bed

“That’s not coming back here. Come back here properly”

Forcing himself to move to lay beside Keith, Keith huffed

“I’m not going to fucking break if you touch me”

Three comments in a row now, he felt bad about needing Keith’s reassurance

“I’m sorry... I don’t want to hurt you”

“You’re hurting me more by not being yourself”

How was meant to be himself?

“I can’t... babe... I thought... I thought I’d... I thought you were dead”

“Hey, I’m not dead. It was small accident”

“It couldn’t have been that small if you’re so grazed!”

Keith sat up, hugging him around the waist with his good arm

“I slid. I covered my head with both arms. I’m trained to react... I didn’t get hit by the car full on. It clipped my bike. It was an accident. You don’t think I’d really leave you alone, do you”

“Not willingly...”

“Good. Now come cuddle me. Work was shit and I’ve missed you”

Lance turned his head, kissing the corner of Keith’s lips... It wasn’t enough... Not for either of them it seemed as Keith pulled him back, Lance turning into the kiss winding up holding himself over his boyfriend. Now was not the time to be getting horny, but he was so fucking relieved Keith was alive.

A little over eager to show his relief, Keith broke the sting of hungry kisses

“Babe...”

“I’m sorry... I don’t think I can stop”

Keith stared up at him, those galaxy eyes of his filled with love

“I don’t think I can calm down. God. When you came into the hospital... all panicked, I started panicking too... I kept thinking what if had been worse... what would I say to you if it had been. Who’d be there with you...”

Now wasn’t the time for a confession but he had to say it

“Keith... I... I love you. I’m in love with you. I’m not saying this because I nearly lost you... but I love you. I love you so fucking much. Mami said I should just tell you and I wanted to do something special and I can’t stop... I can’t stop loving you. I’ve known you for six months now and it’s not enough. It’s not... because I...”

Working himself up, he didn’t get why Keith was smiling. Was he laughing at him? Laughing at him for being so stupid?

“... what? Why are you smiling?”

Keith snorted a pretty unsexy sound. Raising his arm, he wrapped it around Lance’s back

“Because I love you. I’ve... I mean, you’ve said it before but now you’re hear and you’re telling me... I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you. It’s okay if you can’t calm down... just go slow... and we’ll work things out together”

He was meant to be the cool one. Keep his composure and be the adult. But all of that went out the window with Keith around

“I love you”

“I love you, too”

Leaning down, the kiss was the kind of kiss that only Keith could give him. The kind of kiss he’d given a hundred times before that made him feel so fucking special. He wanted to shower his lover in affection. Monopolise all those parts that made up Keith and show him that no one in the world was like him or made him feel this way

“I want you”

“Good, because these scrubs aren’t doing anything for me”

“Let me do something about that”

“I’m all yours... but mind the bandages”

Stripping Keith down, his nails had lengthened, proving useful against the fabric of the scrubs Keith had been sent home in. They’d cut through his pants, thanks to the leather in his grazes. His jacket in tatters, but it’d saved him by being more protective than normal jeans and a shirt. Stripping off his own clothes, they landed somewhere in the bedroom, neither of them caring as he sank between Keith’s legs. He couldn’t go slow, but he could give Keith pleasure. Kissing Keith’s inner thighs, his boyfriend’s hand rested on his head.

The smell of the hospital and antiseptic still hung to his boyfriend and Lance was determined to change that. Keith was his. His precious boyfriend that he treasured. Sinking his lips down his boyfriend’s erection, he was careful of his teeth, enjoying the moan Keith let out and knowing he was the only one who got to do this. Drawing back, his eyes were on Keith, his boyfriend’s eyes meeting his, making him feel bolder. The saltiness of Keith’s sweat and precum filled his mouth, such a dirty act that lovers did. Keith gave an amazing blowjob, Lance wanting to do the same, keeping his gaze on Keith as he bobbed his head, enjoying himself watching. Between his legs, Lance felt himself growing wet. Felt the need for Keith, but first he wanted to make him cum. Wanted to make Keith feel amazing.

Blowing Keith wasn’t enough for him, he wanted more of his lover. Careful not to hurt him, he nudged Keith onto his good side, before sliding up to bury his face in his arse. Keith didn’t like penetrative sex, but he did like this. He couldn’t use his fingers, nails too sharp and he’d never risk cutting him if he could help it. Moans bled into more moaning. Keith gasping softly as his tongue went from teasing his opening to slipping into Keith’s heat

“Shit, babe...”

When Keith went to move his hand to his erection, Lance caught it, interlacing their fingers as he delved as deep as he could. It was different with Keith, his lover didn’t grow wet, their tastes completely different, even if the act was the same

“Shit... Babe... let me touch you... I’m... I need too...”

If Keith wanted to come that badly, he’d let him. He moved both their hands to Keith’s neglected erection, pumping lightly enough to send Keith over with a nasally grunt.

Rolling his spent boyfriend back, Lance licked their hands clean. Before licking Keith clean. Keith panting slightly, arm across his eyes, sweat across his skin. Straddling Keith’s lap, his boyfriend moved his arm

“Babe? I can smell you”

Lance blushed, trying not to grind against his boyfriend. His hands on Keith’s chest as he watched him

“This isn’t about me...”

“Isn’t this about both of us...?”

“You’re tired. I just want to hold you”

Sliding his hands up, he wrapped his hands over Keith’s shoulders as he laid his head against Keith’s chest

“I can feel how wet you are...”

“It’s alright...”

Lance nuzzled into Keith’s warmth. The cold dread of the hospital chased away

“Mhmm... maybe... I know I can’t do much right now, but I want you... I want to have sex with the man I love”

“I don’t want to hurt you...”

“And I’m not made of glass... I love you, Lance”

Lance lifted his head, Keith smiling at him again. Dopey from his high and probably the pain meds they’d given him before sending him home. Lance was literally trying his hardest not to lift his arse and practically hump Keith like a fucking rabbit. He was so fucking happy. Happy. Exhausted. Relieved. Horny... and most of all loved... surging up, his lips found Keith’s. Heated kisses sweeping reason away. He loved this man so fucking much.

#once bitten twice stupid #ashratherose #oncebittentwicestupid #klance #keith #lance #mpreg #bottom lance #top keith #vld au #vld

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firstdove15 · 5 years ago

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2019 Fic Roundup

I actually wrote enough this year to answer most of these questions. 😂 If you haven’t done this yourself, feel free to join in the fun! ❤️💕

Stats

Total words written: 18,030

Shortest story: The Death of a Montague (832)

Longest story: Akane One-Half (ongoing) (14k+ in general; roughly 11k this year, FFN)

Fics Posted (Gen)

Akane One-Half: More like updating because I’ve been writing on and off for two years but I did add three chapters this year.

Through the Forest: It’s technically gen because Pidge and Lance don’t have romantic feelings for each other (yet). It was completely inspired by @krissychan2 ’s art of them as nymph and fairy respectively.

Fics Posted (Plance)

Love from the Future - Inspired by a prompt generator that said to write about a person who gets a typewriter and finds a love letter from the future and they attempt to find that person. I didn’t follow the prompt to the T but I had fun with it. And getting encouragement from @rueitae during the letter part meant a lot because I was worried about it staying in-character and whether or not it was going to be too fluffy. X3

Chocolat - Self-indulgent oneshot inspired by a little college get together. XD It was actually originally going to be part of a multichapter story (that I thoroughly outlined from beginning to end, no less!) but it just didn’t work out. OTL

Fics Posted (Rosvolio)

The Death of a Montague - The prompt was to write a fic based on a song for Rosvolio and I knew right away I wanted to do it to Brendon Urie’s Death of a Bachelor. Plus I’m a sucker for guys taking on the wives’ last name. XD

Specifics

Best Title: The Death of a Montague. Only because of Brendon Urie though since his title was genius to describe a man happily getting married. Same thing here on top of Benvolio cutting off the last remaining ties to his abusive uncle.

Worst Title: Probably Through the Forest. I could’ve picked a better title to reflect the game Lance was playing on Pidge or his motives, but *shrugs*.

Favorite opening lines:

“I caught you, you sneaky little bastard!”

The fairy in her hands didn’t even try to struggle from her grasp. Instead he licked the remaining berry juice off the corner of his lips and grinned at her. “So you have, little nymph.”

I was fresh off of writing for Akane One-Half so, yeah, that’s why you’re seeing swearing from me here. XP

Favorite closing lines:

The card included two ticket stubs for the Killbot Phastasm movie that long faded. He wondered if Lance knew she kept it all these years.

He put the card down and got to work. He’d let him find it. It would be another opportunity for her to talk about her feelings with current Lance rather than past Lance.

He smiled at the thought.

Tonight would be a good night.

Endings aren’t my strong suits but I did like tying up the stable time loop. XD

General Questions:

- Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

Given my personality, just about what I predicted. I wish I had done more though. Oh well, that’s what 2020 is going to be for. XD

- What pairing/genre/fandom did you write most?

Plance/fluff/Voltron respectively. Especially fluff because The Death of a Montague was fluffy and Akane One-Half had some fluff toward the end of the last chapter I posted on FFN.

- What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

Rosvolio/Still Star-Crossed for sure! I wish I hadn’t taken so long with the soulmate AU but I’m still in the middle of writing it so it’ll be for this year. XD

- Did you take any writing risks this year?

Other than trying to get familiar with Pidge and Lance’s personality? Not really. 😅 I almost did with one of the oneshots in mind to take place after Through the Forest (I actually had a rough draft of it), but I was worried one of them would be too dark. I mean, I’ve written dark stuff before, but someone probably would’ve been like, “What the heck, Faye?!” and I wouldn’t have blamed them one bit. XDD

- Do you have any fanfic or general writing goals for the new year?

Well, I saved up and got a new laptop so I’m just hoping I’ll be more productive this year writing wise.

- What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest?

Hoo, boy. Tie between Through the Forest and Love from the Future. The former because I was happy to write something coherent inspired by a beautiful piece of art and the latter because fluff. ❤️💕

- Okay, NOW your most popular story.

Definitely Love from the Future and I’m okay with that. XD

- Story most underappreciated by the universe:

Haha, Chocolat. Which I am also okay with because 1) It was literally just posted and 2) It was super self-indulgent. XP

- Story that could’ve been better:

The Death of a Montague. Most of my energy went into the sonnet (it took me HOURS to compose that sonnet alone 😂) so I felt like I didn’t put as much heart into the rest of the story. T_T. But a good amount of people enjoyed it and I appreciated that.

- Story with the sexiest scene:

HAHAHAHA! I JUST CAN WRITE A CHASTE KISS SCENE.

- Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story:

N/A. Again, if I had gone with that oneshot as a sequel to Through the Forest, that would have been a different story. To be fair, it was going to follow the aftermath of the Thing™ rather than during, but still….

- Saddest story?

Eh, none of them really? I mean Through the Forest has super light angst but only toward the end. Pidge clearly missing her brother and the story alluding to Lance having lost someone permanently. The second other sequel would have been part fluffy part angsty but… there is a reason I haven’t gone through with them for editing/posting…

- Most fun?

Let me shake it up and say Akane One-Half. XD Everything is still a puzzle and I think I’m getting the gist of how most events will go.

- Story with single sweetest moment?

Chip and his scenes with Lance and Pidge, I think in Love from the Future. ❤️💕

- Hardest story to write?

I mean, I had challenges with the parts that were supposed to be the meat of the story (e.g. the love letter and the sonnet) but outside of that I could recognize when something needed to be cut or expanded on and I’m happy for that.

- Easiest/Most fun story to write?

Chocolat. XD Got to include Hunk being a troll and not being afraid of Pidge’s wrath because he’s currently overseas. He has to come back to America sometime. 😂

- Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

That’s part of the point of me writing Akane One-Half. Wanted to see if changing the situation would change their characters and I’m having fun figuring it out. Waiting for someone to complain about certain characterization later down the road but…*shrugs*

- Most overdue story?

Complete wise: The Death of a Montague

WIP wise: The Rosvolio soulmate AU. I got a bit ambitious on how the whole soulmate thing works in that AU and I’m working on it not being so info dumpy. 😅

- What are your fic writing goals for next year?

1) Finish the Rosvolio soulmate AU fic

2) Update Akane One-Half faster (Like I legit have two arcs written in first drafts and detailed notes for the two arcs after that. I have no excuse 😂).

3) Write that Plance Vampire/Fledgling-esque AU. I will figure something out, dangit.

4) MAYBE write a long ATLA oneshot based on that Probending AU an artist made for Katara, Toph, and Azula with Suki as their coach. It wouldn’t take me long to find the artist and give credit if I do go this route. Just thought it’d be fun to explore Azula’s character based on what Aaron Ehaz had in mind.

5) (super tentative) Write that oneshot idea I had for Dororo. I miss my babies. 😭

Welp, that was fun! Saw @rueitae ’s post and wanted to give it a shot if I published four things and updated one this year. 👍 Hope you guys have fun with this is you decide to do it!

#long post #personal #sorry for this; i'm so used to being on my phone that i did this whole thing on mobile 😅#edit: added read more on the laptop

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Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Hello! I am back! I wrote a completely new Alternate Universe that... I don’t think it’s ever been done before. This is only part one of many.

So this is my baby. I love it dearly. Please enjoy with me.

If you don’t want to read the full thing here, you can find it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18105458

***

Why are there so many songs about rainbows And what’s on the other side — Rainbow Connection

As far as Lance was concerned, there was only one side to a rainbow.

At least, that was what he had been taught. You see, he’d grown up on the one side of the rainbow - the one with the light and the color and the beautiful arches stretching over the city, as far as the eye could see. He lived in a city with buildings made of crystal, made for light to refract off them and fill the world with color.

The people themselves were bathed in color - dressed in beautifully colored clothes that complimented their rich and luxurious skin tones, hair that caught the beautiful colors of their world and took it as their own. Their eyes were luminous and their smiles bright. It was as though whatever had created them had harnessed the sun and the colors of the rainbow it had made their home to write them into being.

They learned in school about how to take these colors and put them to use; how to harness the power they’d been gifted and use it to better the world around them. Lance had chosen blue. It was the sweetest of the colors, cool and refreshing. They used it on the bodies of water around them, purifying and healing with it. Many citizens who wielded blue became nurses or midwives or caretakers. They were sweet and gentle and curious beings.

This curiosity was both a blessing and a curse. It often got Lance into trouble as a child. When he got older, he sated his curiosities with the vast collection of books in the city library and archives. He also went on excursions past the city lines when it got to be too much, but nobody knew about those. Not even his best friends.

But after he’d read all of the books he could get his hands on, after he’d learned about the same things in a hundred different ways in a hundred different author’s words - Lance got bored again.

It wasn’t until one specific librarian had noticed him sulking in the stacks that he had been given one particular book.

This was the day Lance McClain’s life changed.

***

“You really shouldn’t do this, Lance.” Hunk hisses for the third time that afternoon.

“Yeah, you said that.” Lance rolls his eyes, looking over at the yellow wielder. Hunk was nervously folding Lance’s basket of unattended clean clothes. He tended to fuss when he was anxious.

“I think it’s cool.” Pidge pipes up from where she was lounging on his bed. The green wielder was scrolling through her datapad.

“We don’t even know if what that book said was true - it’s a hundred years old!” Hunk insists. “I’m almost certain that it’s just some elaborate plan to kidnap unsuspecting victims!”

Lance rolls his eyes, packing a water bottle into his backpack and zipping it closed. “And what if it is true?” He challenges. “If it’s true, then there’s a whole other world beyond the borders of our city! I want to see it.”

“Of all things, why did you have to be blue?” Hunk bemoans, folding a shirt a little too aggressively. Pidge snorts.

“I’ll be back before school tomorrow.” Lance huffs. “And remember - I’m sleeping over at your house, Hunk.” He winks. “Bye!”

“Please be careful!” Hunks calls after him as he slides out the window.

“Bring me pictures!” Pidge hollers after him.

Lance grins, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading toward the setting sun.

***

There are rumors of a place far beyond our borders — a place devoid of light and color and beauty. I have only heard of it twice, in hushed conversations and fearful whispers behind closed doors. Those who know of it call it the Monochrome, or the other side of the Rainbow.

It is said to be a place where the evil are cast out, but there is no evidence of this. I have looked extensively into our justice system, and there is no sign of anyone ever coming close to sending people there. It would be considered inhumane in our leader’s eyes.

Although many people seem to be afraid of it, I have not heard of any threats or worrying behaviour from the Monochrome and its people. As the devout scientist and explorer I claim to be, it is my duty to not only find this place, but learn everything I can about it and its people.

Wish me luck.

— Dr. C. Wimbleton-Smythe, Over the Rainbow

***

As the light faded from the sky, drained from vivid golds and pinks and oranges and replaced with silver and gold and navy of the richest kind, Lance found himself venturing farther from the city than he had ever been before. It was thrilling, but he couldn’t decide if that was a good feeling or not. He knew his mother was going to kill him if she caught wind of what he was doing, but hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.

He wasn’t paying much attention to the things around him. Or he didn’t until he realized that the colors of the sky were duller than they had been minutes ago. Upon closer inspection, he realizes that the color around him was fading. Muting itself. He looked down at his own skin, at his own clothes, and felt oddly out of place. He seemed a little too bright, a little too intense for this place.

Lance stops in a clearing in the trees, looking around. The ground drained from a muted green to a dull, drab grey. It bled into the trees, into the sky, into the land that stretched for miles before him. It doesn’t even occur to Lance to take the pictures Pidge wanted.

The color was gone, replaced with shades of grey and blacks and whites. Lance pulls out the journal he’d been given by the library, grinning and leafing through to the bookmark he’d left.

“The Monochrome.” He breathes, his fingers brushing over the yellowing pages.

“What are you doing here?”

The journal snaps shut between Lance’s hands and he jumps, whirling around to look at… a boy.

Well, not exactly a boy, he looked to be about Lance’s age. But that was where the resemblance stopped.

He was shorter than Lance, his arms crossed over his chest and his brow furrowed. His stance was defensive, his lips turned downward in a scowl. He looked angry, but that’s not why Lance found that he couldn’t breathe.

This boy was breathtaking in a way that Lance had never seen before. His skin was pale and unblemished, almost glowing in the dim moonlight. His hair was the color of ink, looping around his face in soft waves that brushed against sharp cheekbones.

Lance couldn’t quite make out the color of his eyes. He guessed they were some form of grey, because they were softer than the rest of his features, however wary and angry they were.

“Uh…” He chokes, after he remembers to breathe. What did he say to someone who looked so different yet also made Lance’s heart thump hard in his chest?

“What,” the boy repeats, stepping closer toward Lance. “Are you doing here?”

“I’m exploring.” Lance declares after he’d gathered his wits about him. “I read about this place in a book - I thought it wasn’t real! But, wow, look- it is! You’re real! Wait till Pidge hears about this, she’s gonna be so psyched! Can I take your picture?”

The Monochrome boy gives him an incredulous look, some of the defensiveness draining from his posture. “Excuse me?”

Lance grins, then extends a hand. “Hi, I’m Lance. I’m a big fan.”

His eyes flick from Lance’s hand to his face, uncertainty flickering across his face. He takes a step forward after a while, reaching forward and taking his hand.

The Monochrome boys touch is… well, normal. Lance wasn’t quite sure what he had been expecting. Cold? Calluses, maybe? Anything but the soft, warm grip that slid into his own, shaking his hand firmly. It’s gone as soon as it had come.

“Uh… Keith. I’m Keith.” He - Keith - says, the wariness giving way to confused curiosity. “What… are you doing here?”

“Exploring.” He says, holding the journal aloft. “So you guys aren’t a myth. There’s more than one of you, right?”

The apprehension is back. Keith edges away, picking at the hem of his shirt. “Why do you wanna know?” He asks, his expression pinched. “You aren’t a spy, are you?”

“What?” He blinks, looking down at his vibrantly colored self. “No! Besides, if I was, I would be the worst spy in the world. I don’t fit in here at all.”

Keith relaxes again, smiling faintly. How Lance — or anyone, for that matter — could have thought these people were cold and threatening was beyond him. Keith had the nicest smile he’d ever seen.

“No,” the Monochrome boy concedes. “I guess you don’t.”

The two of them stand in awkward silence for a moment before Keith clears his throat. “Well. It was nice to meet you, Lance, but I should…”

“Can I come back?” Lance interrupts, blushing faintly. “I mean… I know it’s probably weird I’m here. But nobody knows you exist! Or… I don’t think that anyone does.”

Keith smiles faintly, tilting his head to the side. “Why are you so interested in my people?”

Lance thinks about this a moment, brushing his fingers over the old, leather bound book that had taken him this far and brought him to Keith. He wasn’t quite sure why he’d come, let alone why he was so interested. There was just something about Dr. Wimbleton-Smythe’s genuine curiosity that had resonated with Lance.

He wanted to prove that these people were worth knowing about. Nobody deserved to be a long-forgotten myth. Especially not when they still existed.

So he answers honestly. “I’m not sure yet. But I’d like to find out.”

This makes Keith give him a wide, crooked smile. Lance finds he’d like to document that smile. “Okay.” The Monochrome boy agrees. “You can come back.”

“Thank you.” Lance breathes. “I can’t- thank you. Tomorrow? Here?”

“Tomorrow,” Keith agrees, tucking his ebony hair behind his ear, a hint of that smile tugging at his lips. “Here.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” Lance grins. “Bye, Keith.”

“Goodbye, Lance.”

***

I have reached the part where our two worlds collide. The color has faded, like something has sucked the vibrancy away from this stretch of land. At first I thought it may be sick, but upon closer inspection, the foliage seems to be in peak condition.

This is a phenomenon that I have never seen before, and I can only hope to meet someone from this land who may explain it to me. That said, I have decided to stay on the edge of this land, in case these people are as hostile as they have been proclaimed to be.

I am optimistic and hopeful toward the future of my research and adventures.

— Dr. C. Wimbleton-Smythe, Over the Rainbow

***

“Pics or it didn’t happen,” Pidge scoffs the next day at school, leaning back in her seat and munching on her sandwich. It was one of the rare times she wasn’t typing away at her screen.

“I told you,” Lance groans. “I forgot! Plus he didn’t seem like the type who would’ve wanted his picture taken. I was being respectful!”

“It was safe though, right?” Hunk worries, not even blinking when Pidge reaches over and takes a handful of his chips. “He didn’t seem… I dunno, aggressive?”

“What? No! No, he was… Well, I mean, he was worried at first. But he was nice!”

“Did he seriously not have any color?” Pidge leans forward, her hazel eyes intense. “Like - just black and white? Like one of those weird pictures they keep in the museums?”

“Weird… pictures? Museum?” Lance blinks.

Pidge nods, pulling back and giving him a bored look. “Yeah, like the ones nobody goes to anymore? They have this weird section with black and white pictures.”

Weird pictures. Weird black and white pictures. As far as he knew, the cameras here had never been black and white. Maybe… maybe-

“Pidge, I need you to take me to the museum. Right now.”

“Now?” She asks incredulously. “Right now? In the middle of lunch?”

“In the middle of school?” Hunk yelps.

“Yes!” Lance springs out of his chair, packing up his bag haphazardly. “Right now, I have to go!”

“This journal is making you crazy.” Hunk says warily. Pidge only heaves a frustrated sigh, grudgingly packing her own bags. “Fine. But if I fail chemistry, it’s all your fault.”

“I can live with that. Now come on!”

***

The museum desk clerk looked bored out of her mind when she gave them their passes. “The exhibit is that way.” She points, popping her gum and tossing her bright pink hair over her shoulder. “Have a wonderful day.”

“Come on!” Lance walks as fast as he could, his long legs eating up the ground under him and basically leaving his friends behind. Which seemed to be fine with them; they were going to explore other places of the near-empty museum.

Sure enough, the black and white exhibit was tiny, but it was there. And right before the hall, there was a massive portrait and a plaque that read; This Exhibit was Founded by the Research of Doctor Coran Wimbleton-Smythe.

The man was a regal, expressive creature, with wild orange hair and an impressive mustache. He had a wide smile, mirth and wisdom twinkling in his blue eyes. He looked like he had seen the world and found beauty in all of it. Even in the Monochrome.

A thrill runs through Lance. He wanted to be just like Dr. Wimbleton-Smythe.

With a reverent, hopeful breath, Lance walks into the room that had long since been forgotten and looked over.

The walls held big black and white pictures, full of life despite the colorlessness. Coran seemed to be in every single one of them, vibrant still despite the lack of pigment. He had his arm thrown around a beautiful woman in one, his head thrown back in laughter, a drink in one hand. The woman was grinning, staring off just past where the camera was aimed. The plaque on the bottom read Midsummer Festival, circa 20XX.

The next picture was of a family, drawn close together, arms around one another. The mother was cradling a baby. At first glance, they seemed somber, but Lance had seen that expression on Keith, and somehow he knew that these people simply took everything seriously.

The room was filled with similar pictures. There were weddings, celebrations, funerals, or simply people going about their day to day lives. Dr. Wimbleton-Smythe had taken these people and painted them in the same light as the ones from Rainbow City. They weren’t different at all.

***

The people here are more lovely than anyone I have ever seen in even that of my own home. I find their lack of color to be more appealing than that of my own people. Their beauty is not found surface deep, but instead found in the kind way they treat each other and the loyalty that holds their society together.

I have found that the people in my own home, while they may be derived from heavenly color themselves, are vain and condescending toward that which they do not understand. And, as such, I have found that they do not understand the people of Monochrome.

There is such a deeply rooted fear of the unknown in my people. It closes their minds and hearts, poisoning their reasoning and clouding their judgement. I wish they would only get to know the lovely people in these towns to love them just as dearly as I do.

Dr. C. Wimbleton-Smythe, Over the Rainbow

***

“There’s a museum exhibit with pictures of your people.”

Keith looks up, surprise writ on his face.

They were sitting under a tree, the only one standing on the in-between. Keith had suggested they do it, after Lance had revealed he’d brought snacks and the Monochrome boy had admitted to never having tried the things Lance had brought.

“There is?”

Lance nods, giving him a small smile. “It isn’t very big, but… It’s there. Dr. Wimbleton-Smythe instated it a really long time ago. I guess nobody has bothered to take it down.”

Keith blinks, then tilts his head to the side. “How do you know about him?”

“Oh!” Lance turns, pulling the journal out of his backpack. “The librarian gave this to me after I read all of the books in the library.”

Keith snorts. “You read all of the books in the library?”

Lance smiles sheepishly, turning to hand him the book. “Yeah. I was a pretty hyperactive kid. It was that or get into more trouble than it was worth.”

The Monochrome boy chuckles, shaking his head and looking down at the book. A bit of hair falls into his face, and Lance has the urge to push it away from his face. He’d always been an impulsive boy.

Keith looks up when Lance’s fingers brush over his cheek and ear, his eyes wide and his gaze slightly awed. For a moment, they stare at each other, unable or unwilling to break eye contact.

But then Lance pulls his hand back, a brilliant red blooming over his cheeks. “Sorry.” He says quietly, glancing away from Keith.

He only looks up when a thumb brushes over his cheek. Lance jolts, surprised, and turns to see Keith with that same awed expression. It occurs to him then that Keith had probably never seen color — or at least not color as vivid as this before. So he leans into the boy’s touch, letting him trace over the slowly fading blush.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?” Keith whispers, looking up at Lance, his gaze troubled. Upon closer inspection, Lance realizes that his eyes are a muted purple, like some sort of smoky amethyst.

“Should I be scared?” Lance asks, just as quietly.

He gets a smile and a little shake of the head before Keith is pulling his hand away. Lance wants to pull him back, hold his hand there. But he doesn’t, instead watching as porcelain fingers brush over yellowed pages.

“I can’t read this.” He admits after a moment, looking up at Lance. “I don’t read this language.”

Lance laughs, taking it back. “Do you want me to read it to you?”

His heart flutters when he gets that crooked, happy grin for the second time. “Yes, please.”

***

I have fallen in love.

It isn’t with a woman, or a man, or anyone in between. No, I have fallen in love with this culture and harmony. These people feel like home. It hurts me to think that I have to go back to Rainbow City, but I also feel at peace with my decision.

The people who raised me need to know who these lovely, monochromatic people are. They need to hear from one of their own that these are not people who need to be feared, let alone casted out for the way they were created. I — we — owe it to this beautiful group of people to understand.

I have fallen in love. Irreversibly, irrevocably in love.

— Dr. C. Wimbleton-Smythe, Over the Rainbow

***

The sixth time Lance visits, Keith falls asleep against his chest.

Lance was reading to him, the sun still in the sky. Keith had settled under his arm to see the diagrams and sketches that filled the empty spots in the pages. Somewhere along the way, his eyes had grown heavy and he had fallen asleep against the boy from Rainbow City.

He hadn’t noticed, not at first. But when Keith stopped asking questions or making Lance pause a moment so he could study the sketches, he trailed off and looked down.

The Monochrome boy had his cheek pressed against Lance’s collarbone. His thick eyelashes brushed over his cheekbones, his lips parted as he breathes, soft and even. His hand was curled, his knuckles pressed against his cheek and holding on loosely to the sweatshirt Lance had thrown on.

He was lovely.

Lance could see where the Doctor had been coming from. Then again, he had seen it since the first time he’d bumped into Keith. And to think, before this journal, Lance hadn’t even known that someone as beautiful as the boy on his chest had existed.

He brushes a hand through inky locks, not daring to move an inch in case he disturbed Keith.

And after his foot fell asleep and the chill from the setting sun started to creep from the floor into his bones, Lance realized he might just be a little bit in love.

***

“My mom wants to meet you.”

Lance looks up from divvying out the fruit he’d brought, his eyes wide. “I… Excuse me?”

Keith looks away, rubbing his cheek in a gesture Lance had come to realize meant that Keith was being shy. “She… I’ve been talking about you, and… she wants to meet you.”

“You talk about me?” Lance squeaks, not quite able to compute. Keith talked about him! He could sing praises to the heavens, run a thousand laps around the city fountains, die happy in this exact moment.

And then he realized just what Keith had said, and his elation turns to slight fear.

“Your… mom wants to meet me.” He repeats, after Keith nudges him with a worried call of his name. He must’ve been unresponsive.

“Yes,” the Monochrome boy nods, biting his lip.

“When?” He asks, his voice faint.

“Um…” Keith smiles, shy. “Today? She said I could invite you to dinner. So.. want to come to dinner?”

Lance stares at him, his eyes wide. The silence drags for a long, terrible minute, before Keith pulls away, his face falling. “Unless you don’t want to, that’s okay- I get it. I’m- I’m me, and… that’s okay.”

“No!” Lance reaches over, taking his hands, shaking his head quickly. Oh, heavens, stars almighty, he was an idiot. “No. I’m sorry, I just- you caught me off guard. Of course I want to come to dinner. Thank you for inviting me.”

The Monochrome boy looks down at their hands, then back up at him, his smile hesitant. “Yeah?” He whispers, squeezing Lance’s fingers hopefully.

“Yeah.” Lance whispers back, taking a chance and leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to this beautiful boy’s flawless forehead.

***

Krolia Kogane was the single most terrifying woman on this side of the border, Lance had come to realize.

He and Keith had made the trek into town, past a few dozen curious faces and polite smiles (he was certain he’d be met with hostile stares and terrified mothers pulling their children away. That’s what Keith would have been greeted with). They’d walked through the town, right to what seemed to be the biggest house in the whole place.

Standing in the doorway was Krolia Kogane, cutting an imposing figure as her son lead a Rainbow City boy up to her and into her house. And now she was sitting across from him at their kitchen table, her gaze inscrutable.

“So,” she starts, and he snaps to attention. “Keith tells me you’ve been visiting him.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lance replies hastily, then clears his throat and adds, “He’s very nice.”

Krolia gives him the slightest of smiles. One of Keith’s smiles. “He is, isn’t he?” She looks toward the stairs, where Keith had disappeared to get one thing or another. She turns her gaze back to him, then sighs. “I don’t know what you know of our history, Lance, but the Rainbow folk haven’t exactly been the most friendly.”

“Yes, ma’am. I… I know a little of it.” Lance nods solemnly. He hesitates a minute, then lifts his gaze to hers. “I’m sorry.” He says softly. “I don’t want to hurt Keith in any way. I… I really like him.”

Keith’s mother studies him a moment, then smiles and sits back. “You look at him the way my husband used to look at me.”

And again that bright red blooms over his cheeks, warmth settling in his chest. He looks toward the stairs. “I really like him.” He says again.

The three of them spend the evening making traditional dishes and swapping stories. Tonight was the first night Lance heard Keith laugh without restraint and the first night he wanted to pull him close and kiss him.

At the end of the night, he gets that chance. They’re lingering on the border, standing in their perfect little in-between. Keith is stalling, dragging out their goodbyes with soft thank yous and his fingers twined around Lance’s.

When there’s a breath of silence, a moment with their eyes locked and the silence heavy around them, Lance leans forward.

Keith’s lips are soft and gentle, his breath stalling between them as his brain catches up with his body. His arms reach up, wrap around Lance’s neck. Lance puts a hand on the small of his back, pulling him against his chest and kissing him like it was the only thing in the world he wanted to do. Because, in all reality, it was.

They part with the promise to see eachother again the following night. And the one after that. And the one after that.

When Lance leaves, all the colors around him seems dull without Keith by his side.

***

“I think I’m in love with him.” Lance says one afternoon, when all of his friends are hanging out in his room.

Hunk looks up, surprise flickering over his face. Pidge’s typing stops.

“What?” His best friends echo, almost in sync with one another.

“You haven’t even known him that long,” Hunk protests.

“We haven’t even met the guy!” Pidge huffs.

Lance rolls over on his bed, blinking at them. “Do you want to meet him?” He asks.

That night, Lance asks Keith if he wants to meet them.

“Will they like me?” Keith asks, worried as he looks up at Lance. They’re curled up in Keith’s bed, back to their usual reading sessions (or, rather, Keith’s daily naptime before dinner).

“Of course they will.” Lance smiles, smoothing his hair down and kissing his forehead. “I like you. They’re bound to like you — we have similar interests.”

“Okay,” Keith concedes after a moment of long and hard thought, snuggling back in. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

***

It wasn’t going well. Keith was flighty and nervous the moment he saw that there was three of them. He flinched when Lance took his hand, apologizing softly when he sees the concern on the Rainbow Citizens face.

Hunk was anxious as all get out; he had done some research himself, but of course he hadn’t borrowed the journal from Lance. All of the feedback he got painted Keith — sweet, soft, beautiful Keith — out to be a cold hearted monster.

Pidge had her own suspicions. This was displayed after tense introductions when she leaned over to Hunk and murmured, “He looks like a ghost.”

They hadn’t seen it, but Lance had seen his Monochrome boy crumble. He had felt fingers tighten on his own, heard the soft exhale.

“Pidge,” Lance says, aghast. “He can hear you.”

She has the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry.”

After an hour of agonizing small talk and mediating from Lance, he’d given up and told the group he was getting tired and that they should probably head home. But once they’d started off, he hung back.

Keith holds it together for a few minutes after they’re out of sight. But then his lip starts to tremble and his fingers twitch.

“Oh, Keith,” Lance breathes, pulling him against his chest, just in time to catch a weak sob against his shirt.

“I’m sorry.” He gasps wetly. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, no. It isn’t your fault. You haven’t done anything wrong. I forgot… just how much my society has been taught to pretend yours doesn’t exist.”

He feels Keith try to form words, and he feels his heart break when all he comes up with is another sob. So he holds him, until the tears are dried and he can kiss those trembling lips.

“I want to take you to my parents.” He whispers, stroking his cheek, brushing away the tears. Keith looks up at him, smoky eyes wide and dewy. “I want to show the world — my world — just how much I love you.”

“You do?” Keith asks, and smiles.

“I do.” He tilts his head up, pressing his lips against his forehead and lingering there.

“Tomorrow?” Keith whispers.

Lance smiles against his skin and nods. Tomorrow.

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A life well spent is, in my eyes, one spent devoted to easing the suffering of others. I believe I have had a good life. A wonderful life, even. Though I was unable to change the minds of many people, those who listened made a great difference, and I hope that one day, it may change this world for the better.

My life as I have known is nearly over. My bones are fragile, my health even more so. The rest of my life may be spent in a bed, but I am surrounded by loved ones and filled with happiness.

I hope that you, my dear reader, have gained something from listening to the ramblings of an old man. I hope that your life is filled with as much wonder and beauty as I was able to find. I wish you well, in your studies and your happiness.

Dr. Coran Wimbleton-Smythe, Over the Rainbow

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The walk through town stops many people, gathers much attention, earns stares and murmurs from people who happened upon them. But Lance walked proudly, Keith at his side. And Keith was glowing, hardly paying attention to the people around him as he took in all of the color with childish wonderment.

“It’s so beautiful,” He had said in hushed tones the moment they entered the city.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Lance had answered.

Now they were stepping into his house, into Lance’s life. With his many brothers and sisters, with his mother cooking dinner at the stove, with the house full of the memories he’d carried with him for his entire life.

“Lance! Where have you been? I need you to come help with dinner, Veronica is-” His mother rounds the corner, then stops, her eyes falling on Keith.

Lance steps forward, Keith’s hand in his. “Mom,” He says, with a voice that promised them both an eternity of tomorrows and an abundance of love. “This is Keith.”

#klance #keith #lance #Voltron legendary defender #monochrome keith #rainbow lance #not so slow burn #light angst #happy ending #part one #refraction - the series #renywrites

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knitbelove-draws · 6 years ago

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Today’s the day I’ll make you mine,  So get me to the church on time . Take my hand in this empty room,  You’re my girl, and I’m your groom.  Come to me, my sweetest friend;  This is where we start again.

Hidge Week Day 6: Wedding/Au rambles under the cut

[Image description: Older Pidge and Hunk embrace with Hunk’s nose touching Pidge’s cheek, both have their eyes closed and are smiling gently. Pidge is wearing a tichel (a wrap covering her hair), oval glasses, a boat-neck dress, and we can see a wedding ring on her left hand on Hunk’s shoulder. Hunk is wearing a suit, and he has a full beard and long hair which is tied back in a bun. End description.]

So I guess “the future” counts as an AU? This is a scene from my same ficverse as Interstellar Medium and You Outshine the Morning Sun, and takes place after everything I’ve published so far.

For their 19th wedding anniversary (because 19 is the 8th prime number, and 8 is a power of 2), Pidge and Hunk have a “second wedding” and renew their vows, with both of their daughters in attendance.

Pidge started wearing a tichel occasionally while she was nursing their younger daughter, for a number of reasons: first, it’s convenient, since she was growing her hair out and with a baby doing your hair is a chore. Wrapping it up is easier and keeps it out of curious baby fingers too. Second, she wears it as a connection to her ancestors; she was never much of one for religion at all, let alone mitzvot, but her experience as a mother is making her feel that connection to all the mothers who came before her. Third, related to second, the tichel is a symbol of her marriage, which is why she’s wearing one for their second wedding. Hunk likes it, and Pidge feels sexy and feminine when she’s wearing it, and there’s the bonus of Hunk getting to remove it when they’re alone together. After everything that Pidge’s hair has been through in her life, she feels like taking control of it like this, this act of making it something sensual when she chooses, is a part of her being the one in charge of her own life.

#hidge #hidgeweek2018 #hunk #pidge #yellowgreen #work doodles #my art #it was really just a doodle but it turned out amazing #yotms #jewish pidge

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leadveined-archived · 6 years ago

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s8 was... definitely disappointing, tbh. it just felt like they tossed everything in a blender and whatever came out, that was it.

s8 spoilers / venting / scattered reactions under the cut.

why??? why did they have to do that to allura?? i understand that she was the only one of them who could go at the time with honerva, but come ON. there was a better way to handle it.

allur.ance!!!!! im so happy for the shippers!!! congrats, guys!! you totally deserve their relationship!! i wish we could have had more, tho. the date was beautiful, and i literally squealed when they kissed!!!

baBY LOTOR!!! KID LOTOR!!! LOTOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

honerva’s backstory!! the og paladins helping the new paladins!!!!!

ALLURA REUNITING WITH HER FATHER!!!! even if it is in honerva’s mind, it was still so sweet!!!

MELENOR!!! BEAUTY!!!!

that scene w colleen and pidge was hilarious!!!

MORE MFE PILOTS!!!

KINKADE’S VLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

VERONICA BEFRIENDING ACXA!!!! psst... they totally become an item, in my mind...

ZETHRID AND EZOR!!!! SPACE PIRATE GIRLFRIENDS!!!!

KEITH!!!!!!!!! KEITH!!!!!!!!!!! KEITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lance taking allura to meet his family!!!! such a dedicated boyf!!! such a gentleman!!!!

OLKARION BEING DESTROYED WAS PAINFUL AF!!!! WHY??? WAS THAT EVEN NECESSARY???

allura and pidge interactions!!!!

we finally get an on-screen gay kiss and shiro getting married!!!! as long as shiro’s happy, i’m happy!! altho in my personal continuation, he later divorces his husband and ends up w keith, just sayin.

LANCE’S NEW MARKINGS!!!! HIM TEACHING KIDS!!!!!

hunk’s development!!!! hunk!!!!!

where was my girl krolia???? come on, i barely saw her!!!! I NEEDED MY GIRL!!!! also her and kolivan....... totally a thing....... they’re totally together.........

SLAV AND SAM!!!!!

CORAN!!!!!! CORAN!!!!!!

kosmo become big boi!!!!!!

bae bae!!!! sweetest little pupper girl ever!!!!

I KNEW IVERSON WAS BALD!!! lol, so random, but js...

#vld s8 spoilers #vlds8

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iadorayou-blog · 6 years ago

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Today in class Lance brought all his makeup to practice turning me into a repulsive zombie before we have to present tomorrow. Pidge and Hunk are finishing up the research part of our presentation. When I walk in Lance already had his makeup spread across our desks and our chairs facing each other so he can put makeup all over me. He was looking straight at me while he gestured to my seat with an open hand as if he were some sort of fancy usher showing me to my reserved seat. I quickly sat down and waited for him to speak.

“Okay, Keith, I wanna get started as soon as I can because, to be honest, I don’t know how long it will take me to finish. You look good today, well rested.” He took out a pale color and a makeup sponge and started to apply it all over my face.

I laughed, “Actually, no I wish, I spent most of my night - um overthinking things.”

“Really, what about?” The way he applies makeup is almost soothing, gently patting a thick, smooth, room temperature cream over my face. However the question made me panic, I didn’t know how to answer I couldn’t just tell him that I was thinking about him, I’m not a person who can lie so I had to find a way to half answer his question.

“Just life, I’m trying to be more social this year well, Allura is making me but she’s right I do need to have friends in my year. Her and Shiro have been the only people I’ve been comfortable talking to for years so it’s kinda hard to not hyper-analyze every interaction I've had recently. Mostly wondering if people actually like me or if they’re just being nice.” I responded.

“ Did Allura have you talk to m- us. Did she make you talk to Hunk, Pidge, and I?” He sounded a bit hurt.

“No, well yes and no. She knew we had all been in the same class for years and that I thought you were cool. So really she just forced me to do something I wanted to do because she knew I was too much of an antisocial baby to do on my own…” I messed up and said the singular you instead of a plural you guys or y’all. I hoped he didn’t pick up on that.

“Aww that’s cute, Keith, you thought I was cool?” He had been gently patting a grayish green color around my face to add depth if I hadn’t had so much makeup on he probably would have seen a bright red blush spread across my cheeks. Zombies don’t get flushed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said as I crossed my arms and tried to feign ignorance.

“Wow, you are a terrible actor. It’s okay, I always thought you were cool and mysterious, I was always impressed with your strength. I remember once when nobody was paying attention during set change you started moving the ballroom stairs all by yourself, and yeah it was on wheels but it was also like the size of forty Keith’s so in summary I was in awe,” I was stunned into silence at Lance’s ramble, “of course I was with Nyma at the time so I had to pretend I wasn’t staring at your legs- did I just say that?” Lance had been rambling and I can only assume he forgot it was me that he was talking to.

“Uh, yeah you did say that,” I was really glad this stage makeup was thick and had green undertones. Without it, it would have been extremely obvious just how red I was turning.

“Keith, dude, I’m so sorry just pretend I never said anything…” he sounded upset as if that one statement was going to ruin everything.

I opened my eyes to reassure him that everything was fine and saw how close he was. That entire time I had kept my eyes closed. Suddenly I was utterly aware of how intimate getting your makeup done is. Lance’s arm had been resting on the back of my chair just above my shoulder. He had been leaning over me so close that his face had been about six inches from mine. There we were basically having a staring competition because both of us hadn’t realized how close we actually were until that exact moment. “I mean it’s not like I’ve never stared at your legs before…” I said slowly not fully realizing what I was saying until it was said.

“You two are the biggest gay disasters I’ve ever met!” Pidge suddenly interrupted. Lance swiftly stood up he was both blushing and nervously scratching the back of his head.

“Well, I’m about done so is now a bad time to say that I don’t see my makeup wipes?” Lance fake laughed sort of sounding like he thought I was going to kill him.

“Jesus Christ, does it at least look good?” I’d be more upset if he hadn’t sounded so remorseful.

“I’d say we’ll get an A,” Hunk started, “like if I saw you like that out on the street I’d definitely run in the opposite direction.

“Let’s take some pictures and then we can go to the bathroom and remove all that makeup!” Lance exclaimed. He took out his phone and snapped a variety of pictures some with the flash and some without. “Okay let's go.”

“Slav, Lance forgot his makeup wipes we’re gonna go to the bathroom to clean up!” I shouted and walked out knowing I didn’t need a response. He doesn’t care about things like that.

“Keith, I’m sorry again about forgetting my makeup wipes. I can’t believe of all the things I forgot that. I promise I’ll bring them tomorrow.” Lance apologized again, guilt in his voice.

“Lance, it’s totally alright, you just have to help me get all of this off,” I told him, trying to sound sweet.

“I can do that.” His confidence was restored. He held the bathroom door open for me, “This isn’t going be feel great because we don’t have an actual rag we just have the rough paper towels, soap, and water.” Lance started wetting a paper towel and gently dragged it across my face. There was a silence between, us not an uncomfortable one, but it seemed like there was something the both of us wanted to say. He was the first one to speak up, “Has anyone ever told you how soft your skin is?”

“Only Allura, she’s the only one who’s ever been close enough to me that her touching my face wouldn’t be weird,” I replied honestly.

“Is it weird that I’m touching your face?” I couldn’t read his emotions during his question. It seemed like he was testing the waters, gauging how I would react.

“No, while I don’t know why you’re holding my face right now, it’s undeniably nice.” My mouth had started to speak before I can even process my own thoughts.

“I don’t know why I’m doing it either.” He immediately started cleaning my face off again, “It’s actually coming off easier than expected which is good.”

“That is good because we have a minute until class ends,” I stated.

“Shit, okay, this might hurt a bit I’m sorry!” He was being a lot less gentle with my skin, but in his defense, we didn’t have much time for him to be slow and gentle. “Okay, I think your face is all clean.”

I turned to look in the mirror to mess with my hair and I saw he was staring right at me with a huge grin spread across his face. “Yeah, it looks like you got it all thanks, Lance. Why don’t we head back?” Lance and I rushed back and started gathering up our things.

“Hey Hunk, Pidge, did y’all finish the presentation?” Lance asked them.

“Of course we did, how dare you underestimate us? We are like the smartest people in here.” Pidge responded sassily.

“No, I just wanted to make sure! I would never underestimate you. Not are you just the smartest people in here, Pidge, you are the smartest person I know. You gave me the answer I expected.” Lance said matter-of-factly.

School ends and I am meeting Allura at her car. “Allura, I am in love with this boy. You don’t understand, I’m dying.”

“How can you already be in love with Lance?” Allura questioned.

“He’s the sweetest, funniest, most handsome guy ever! Today he talked about how he admired me before we talked and he like touched my face and I have no idea how any of this happened, but I feel like I deserve cosmic brownies for a month.” I rambled as we got into the car.

“What do you mean he touched your face like that’s so vague and confusing?”

“While he was cleaning the zombie makeup off my face he just like held my face and told me I have soft skin. He also asked if it was weird that he was touching my face, and I was like no it feels nice but I don’t know why you're doing it.” It felt great to finally freak out about that situation to someone. I had to pretend that wasn’t playing on repeat in my head all day.

“So you’re going to make a move on Lance at the party?” She asked.

“I’ve come too far to back down now. It would be weird if I just randomly stopped talking to him. Plus I’d miss talking to him he’s really interesting.” I told her.

“Well, that settles it, when we get home we have to pick out our outfits for the party. We need to make Lance not be able to take his eyes off you.” She sounded super determined.

“Sounds like a plan. Did I tell you he said he stares at my legs?” I asked excitedly.

“No, but now I’ve decided you’re going to wear shorts.”

“Allura, you are an evil genius.”

Allura and I got home and scurried off to our rooms to grab clothing items that might work. The first thing I looked for is a pair of shorts, bright red, high waisted, pleated, almost school uniform type shorts. They reach just past my fingertips and are sort of loose around my thighs. These are the shorts I wear when I want to be noticed, so this is the first time I'll be wearing them besides when I tried them on at the store. Next, I grabbed my favorite pair of fishnets, they have bigger spaces in the netting to show off more skin. Then I looked for a plain shirt, I thought that white would look best so I chose my favorite white T-shirt. It's like a nicer version of any old regular undershirt. The fabric is softer and less stiff it moves and flows easily. Lastly, I grabbed my vintage 80’s denim jacket, it is oversized, light-washed and adds flair to any outfit. I already knew I would be wearing my shiny black doc martins, they're the nicest looking shoes I own and work with the rest of the outfit perfectly. After I grabbed everything I headed over to Allura's room where she sat waiting for me on the bed surrounded in a million different outfit options.

“Alright, Keith let's see what you got.” She said while still sitting on her bed. I slowly handed her each item of clothing and watched as she analyzed each one.

“Also with my doc martin’s I just didn't feel like grabbing them. So, what do you think?” I already knew that this was going to be the perfect outfit to keep Lance’s eyes fixed on me, but I always ask for Allura's opinion. She usually suggests an additional item or switches something making an outfit I never would have thought of.

“Do you know what would go well with this?” she started, “some long necklaces, hold on I have just the thing.” she ran to her bathroom because that's where she keeps all her jewelry. She came back into the room with a long gold necklace with a rose quartz pendant hanging from it. She was right it does go well with the rest of the outfit.

We spent about twenty minutes going through Allura’s outfit options, she is a lot more indecisive than I am about picking the perfect outfit. I have always chosen what was comfortable and sensible. She eventually settled on a pale pink right t-shirt dress with a pair of maroon lace-up knee-high boots. With our outfits picked out we were party ready well, Allura was ready, I however still needed to get better at flirting. Talking with Lance had become easier from spending so much class time with him, but at the party, I had to make my intentions known. My goal had been set I have to directly flirt on Lance.

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wicoppi · 7 years ago

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My initial thoughts on Voltron Season 5:

HOLY SHIT- I’m going to have SO. MUCH. META.

Operation Kuron will be the death of me. I’ve always been on board for the clone theory and I still think it’s a possibility, but sleeper agent theory has moved to the top of the list! (why not both?!) Shiro, baby, it’s gonna be okay....

The Astral Plane is a safe space- pass it on.

My boy Keith deserves the universe. He’s going to cobble his family back together if it kills him. Please don’t let it kill him.

I don’t think all of our human paladins are going to make it back to earth. Whether it is by their choosing or not is to be determined.

Lotor is the Sneaky Little Brown Noser with a Hidden Agenda but damn me if he’s not fierce as hell. My heart broke when the White Lion rejected him.

Pidge. Gets. Results. Her passion is both her power and her undoing. Bex did amazing- am I ever not going to cry during a Pidge centric episode?

Sam Holt had a Galen Erso twist!! I am so validated right now. Stardust baby.

Matt Holt is on his own level, playing his own game, spanking everyone he crosses paths with. Taking care of his baby sis. Representing the Rebels.

IversonandKolivanbestbudsforlife2018

Keith’s MOM. I shrieked through the whole scene. She’s precious and I already love her. And she’s got a rat tail! Talk about a family of 80′s hair styles. Wow guys. Good going.

Allura is out there earning the respect she deserves and she’s so humble about it. Get it girl. What an ICON. She stands by what she believes in and it pays off. Take notes, everyone.

The Garrison Trio are gems

I cannot imagine the love and sorrow Hunk put into his message to his family. But at least he’s having fun in space.

Lance. Darling, it’s okay to show your emotions. Own that. Allura giving him the sweetest smile as he holds back tears.

Sincline Generals just want to be taken care of- I’m really loving the diversity in female representation this show is bringing forward.

Haggar / Honerva is the realest bitch to ever walk creation. I think the real redemption arc belongs to her- and is probably going to end in her death.

In summation, I am so proud of the team that put this show together. They have earned my respect and I will trust them to take care of my heart after they rip it out of my chest.

PS: #ZarkonsNotDead

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ghosty-schnibibit · 6 years ago

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late liveblog for a late ep lol :P

i actually had to listen to this in two parts. i started it yesterday night around seven and was interrupted by my mom wanting to talk over skype for about three hours, after which i fell alseep lol. posting this right before i’m leaving my apartment to go see incredibles 2! here we go! ^u^

"the longest day in literary history" i think you're forgetting how long crystal kingdom lasted irl griffin

oh no :(

aubrey my baby

...did they actually get t-shirts?????

"double-o-downer" c l i n t

oh fuck, that ain't good D:

holy shit i didn’t even notice travis dipping into the magnus voice, i thought it was just him talking lol

i am also very worried about mama, poor barclay :(

what is an arnold palmer? oh, thank you trav

if your map of kepler looks anything like your map of refuge i'm sure it will be wonderful griffin

barclay wtf does that mean?????

"i'm still figuring out the idioms!" aww baby

i cannot tell if this is in character duck not wanting to show the list or ooc justin not knowing what locations they have as options and trying to prompt griffin to tell him

okay, it's ooc then lmao

"dessert is super sweet so it's got two s's" i am legit going to use that to help me remember how to spell that

i fucking love this bit omg

duck my baby i love you so much

i'm just imagining aubrey just staring at these two dumbasses like "wft are we doing here"

this final battle is sounding so promising

DUCK DO NOT TURN THIS INTO A VORE THING

some what barclay???

oh that sounds fucking cool

THE SLIPPERY CITY

these names are getting more chug-and-squeeze esque by the second

NO! NO!!! THAT IS A BAD, BAD NAME CLINT!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!

SLIDES N' STUFF

KEVIN COSTNER PRESENTS WATERWORLD: THE WET PARK

H 2 WHOA: THAT WAS FUN, THE WATER PARK

i'm screaming this is gonna be so dumb and i love it

"i just remembered my many connections in public works" duck ilu

"this show has gone wildly off the rails" yes but in the best way

ned the bait guy lol

"i actually have an idea" "don't kill him" "alright then i have another idea" clint loves making his characters try to kill npcs doesn't he

"wE got ThIs?" ned ilu

oh snap, i thought that was gonna be the ad break

i am... worried for how this is gonna go

oooh no. this ain't great for ned.

HOW MANY MIDDLE NAMES DOES NED HAVE???

how much research did clint do for this? damn this sounds super convincing

does ned actually have this picture? did ned actually go to ohio state???

ned what is your angle here????? NED WHY ARE YOU SHOWING OFF YOUR STOLEN GOODS TO A COP!?!

oooh this is interesting :o

ned what the heck

i love the dynamic between these two, so chill

every time griffin talks about sylvain as a life source i get mad atlantis vibes, i can't help it, that movie was my childhood

well that's... ominous

god this is making me want to go to water country usa, i haven't been since i was 16 and its super close now that i live in williamsburg

"no idea is bad, it just wasn't good" a u b r e y

good plan, like this plan

IS THIS A MIDI FILE OF THE PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN THEME??? I LOVE YOU GRIFFIN MCELROY

"well. shit." aubrey is a child of my own heart

yikes these are some bad rolls today boys

aww, this is cute

"that's worse in some ways" holy shit

... does duck have the gettysburg address memorized???

i love duck so much

we are never gonna learn ducks real name are we

PIDGE :D

aaah, that's why it was a day late, e3

my mind jumped straight to angus when griffin said "the softest dream of the sweetest child"

oooooh this sounds cool

ned the theatre guy

ned wtf are you doing??? NED WTF?????

that's... terrifying

oooh there's that good but creepy music 0n0

i want ned to teach me how to drive

NED YOU ASSHOLE

jesus everyone's rolling beans today

oooh, that's a good word

thank you for saving me a google there griffin

well that was depressing :T

given the fact that it stopped and entire river i don't think that's gonna be an issue for it aubrey

yikes, what's up with todd?

oh god its the locker puzzle again

this is... this is gonna be bad

yay! first good role of the ep!

this sounds so cool :o

nice! lots of good info!

oh great, this is bad

AUBREY WHAT THE FUCK

"it is, i say horrified"

oh jeez, i feel like that's gonna be an issue later

duck... duck you cannot bs this girl. she knows too much.

duck you are madlibsing this alibi so hard

i love you duck holy shit

duck newton, my baby boy, this is so dumb, i love you

oooh snap, this isn't good

final thoughts: i’m so excited for the final battle! the setting they’ve set up sounds so cool and i can’t wait to see how everything plays out. also there were so funny many moments in this that really reminded me of the humor from the later balance arcs and got my nostalgia going, i love these good good boys :)

#the adventure zone #taz #ghosty liveblogs taz #taz spoilers #so good!

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ourlordandseivior · 7 years ago

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hey hey imagine cuddling hunk. or really any of the voltron paladins. what if. hey do you have any headcanons about snuggling them plsssss

Oh bitch please, there is never a moment in time where I am not thinking about snuggling any given paladin or Lotor. Or Coran. Coran Coran the Gorgeous Man needs snuggles.Okay let’s start with Hunk. You can’t tell me he isn’t a cuddler. There’s no way he’s not. He is such a soft boi and a strong boi so like, talk about feeling safe and warm in his arms. When I think about cuddling Hunk, I imagine face to face position, his arms around whomever like they were a teddy bear. He’s probably a nuzzler too. Lots of tender affection with Hunky boiKeith is less touchy feely imo but warms up to cuddling privately. We’ve seen how closed off he’s capable of being but I think he would come to love cuddling when he realizes he’s actually kinda touch-starved and that it’s easier to express one’s emotions through touch and physical intimacy than through words sometimes. Biggest cuddling headcanon abt Keith is that he doesn’t need to be pressed right flush against his cuddle buddy, but he definitely makes a point to have some part of their bodies touching at all times when they go to bed.I think about Shiro probably most of all because I love him, I’m lonely, and I’ve highkey set up this escapism method of dealing with my problems by pretending Shiro exists and we’re madly in love. Shiro definitely values the little intimacies such as cuddling. I completely picture him as a big spoon type that’ll put his arm around his cuddle buddy and like, lock them into place a la rollercoaster safety bar. Ya ain’t moving once he gets an arm around ya. Another cuddle pose I imagine he likes is like, where he kinda shimmies down the bed and he and his cuddle buddy face each other and he rests his head on their chest b/c the sound of their heartbeat soothes him.Lance is an actual needy baby that doesn’t try to hide that he needs cuddles. He cuddles anytime, any place. He makes sure everyone feels loved and is getting their daily dose of physical affection. He’s definitely the friend on whom everyone leans during movie nights and shit. He loves when his friends fall asleep on him. Always knows where the coziest blanket is for the purpose of tucking people in. Kisses everyone on the forehead and wishes them sweet dreams. Lance is a sweet boiPidge doesn’t really cuddle so much as sprawl out and entangle limbs with whomever it is that ends up being her cuddle victim. Her cuddles are aggressive. Probably punches in her sleep.Allura needs ten thousand hugs for every year she spent in that pod. Her “cuddling” is little more than casually being slightly closer than is socially acceptable initially, but she has been through A Lot and appreciates any and all attempt made to get her to smile. She loves having her cuddle buddy run their fingers through he hair.Coran is so handsome and i adore him. His go-to cuddle pose is with his cuddle buddy laying on his chest so he can look at them and carry a conversation.Lotor cuddles are so fucking warm b/c he’s Galra and generates more body heat than humans. He is the universe’s most gorgeous space heater. He loves to trace patterns on his cuddle buddy’s skin that may be exposed from shirts riding up, etc. He gives the sweetest pecks goodnight. I think about these cuddles a lotBonus: matt and shiro cuddled on the ship to Kerberos because they found it to be great stress relief.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.3

Balmeria Roadhouse was as it always was at stupid o’clock in the morning. Two road trains parked up in the back parking space. Another sitting at the diesel pumps, the driver sitting inside the roadhouse taking a much needed break. Pulling up at the bowser, Lance heard the click of the pump release, the roadhouse on the older side where a pin needed to be entered instore before you could use the bowser. Shay was definitely on, her brother Rax also worked there, but he’d seemed to take a real dislike to their group, making one of them go in and ask to use the pumps instead of being a normal civil person. Yeah, he fell into the people that thoroughly annoyed Lance, but Shay... Shay lit up the room. Her smile was bright, hair always dyed shades of blue, huge silver hoop earrings that surely had to hurt her ears, then topped off with an ensemble that threw back to the golden years of “emo”. When she joked about it, a little bit of him died on the inside. It was hard being 44 when his friends were young enough to be his kids.

Pidge climbed out after Hunk, as Lance started fuelling up. The rain was coming again, he could smell it on the air. Maybe making a run for snacks hadn’t been the brightest idea mid-storm, but you never knew what would happen. He didn’t want to pressure Hunk, not after the tour from hell, but seeing Shay might just be thing his friend needed to perk him back up. Leaning back against his car, he closed his eyes and let himself just be. He loved this life. Out of all his “lives” as Lance, this was the most peace he’d ever found... as a near on hermit.

Hearing the slow roll of tires over wet gravel, Lance paid it no mind. The pump handle clicking to indicate the tank was full. Shaking the last few drops out the nozzle, he set the handle back in the cradle with a sigh. It should be illegal that filling a tank cost $90. He could still remember when it was $1 a litre. Back in the good old days and all that. Heck, when he’d been 20 it’d only been 65cents a litre. His precious girl was killing his bank account... but he’d never say that out loud, at least not with Pidge in earshot. And not with his Mami in earshot either. She mistakingly thought he kept his girl around out of some sense of misplaced guilt over his condition, not because no other car made him feel quite the way driving his bronco did. Giving Shay a wave on the security camera, Lance double checked his wallet in his back pocket before shoving his hands in his jacket, then making himself jog over to the roadhouse door as if he was scared of getting wet. As he jogged he noticed that the people who’d pulled up were one of those “people” who park way too close to the front door with the bonnet hanging over the edge, making the walk way smaller than it was supposed to be. From the look of it there were two of them in the black sedan, their car practically screaming for attention. Good luck with that, Lance was more interested in the road train by the diesel than two rich kids taking their car for a joy ride.

Letting himself into the warmth of the road house, Lance headed straight for the drinks at back. Grabbing two bottles of coke, he also snagged a bottle of orange juice for the morning. Carrying the drinks up to Shay, Hunk was spluttering over Shay’s flirting. Neither of them were aggressive enough to make that first move, Shay’s bubbly personality came from being in customer service, the “real” Shay was a shy blushing mess especially in the presence of Hunk

“Hiya, Lance. How’s it going?”

“Any day my glasses decide not to fog up is a win. How’s the night been?”

“Slooow. Seriously slow. Must be the weather, all the smart people are staying home”

Lance laughed as he nodded

“Yeah, it’s the night for it, alright. Hey, we were thinking of having dinner at mine on Saturday night, can you swing it?”

Shay shook her head, her gaze flicking to Hunk, then back to him

“I’m working both nights this weekend”

“It doesn’t have to be Saturday. Friday works too. Or Monday. Actually, any night works. One of the perks that comes with working from home”

“I can do Friday... are you sure you don’t mind?”

Now Shay was sounding like Hunk. They’d be the sweetest couple

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t. It won’t be anything too fancy, maybe dinner than vegging out in front of the TV. I mean, please don’t feel pressured at all to come, I won’t be offended. I was just thinking how nice it’d be to actually hang out outside of this place”

Shay nodded quickly

“That sounds fun. I’ll finally be able to meet Blue”

With her blue hair, Shay had thought Lance was talking about her whenever he mentioned “Blue” to Pidge and, or, Hunk. His cooing over his precious princess making her uncomfortable. Shay remained in the dark until Pidge started teasing him mercilessly over Lance buying his baby girl a bigger and better cat tree to celebrate her first birthday

“She’s a bit of a snob, just so you know. Oh, you totally don’t have to bring anything, but I know what parents are like, so if you drink bring a bottle of that and we’ll pretend it’s for me”

Shay laughed. Lance felt as if the gift giving had slowly slipped from society, a bit like dinner parties

“Sometimes you sound like my dad”

Pidge slammed her palms down on the counter, excited to have someone agree

“I know, right?! You should have heard him earlier, I could have died of shame when he was talking about being “totally radical!”

“Much retro, so lame”

Huffing are the pair, Lance grabbed a pack of gum to toss in with everything else

“Remind me why I associate with all of you?”

“For the laughs. Oh, we better move, they’re coming in”

Spying on the two guys from the flashy car, the group moved aside as the door chimed. Shay swapping tills so she wouldn’t have to start ringing up his purchases from scratch

“You guys got everything you want?”

Pidge nodded happily

“Shay’s rung up my two slushies. I decided I needed one of each instead of two raspberry”

“I really should have only let you get one. You’ll be awake all night from all that sugar”

“Jeez, thanks, dad...”

Pidge made the telephone gesture with her hand, raising it to her ear. She played along with her fake fall, humming and nodding a few times before holding her hand out towards him

“The 1970’s called, they want their idiot back”

Swatting at Pidge’s hand, Lance felt a bump against his back. No apology was forth coming as Shay served the two strangers, the taller answering Shay’s polite attempts at small talk. At least one of them wasn’t a total douche.

When the pair left, the group moved back over. Shay finishing off scanning the last few items

“That’s $143.95 all up. Pidge said you were having a movie marathon when you got home?”

Fishing his wallet out, Lance pulled out his credit card, handing over as he shook his head

“She might be, but I’d hardly call it a movie marathon when she’s watching over what she taped tonight. Hunk and I are about ready to call it night”

“That sounds like a good plan. The weather’s supposed to turn bad again”

Entering his pin, Lance waited for “approved” to show on the reader, before taking his card back and sliding it away

“I heard that too. That’s why I’ve got to get these two home. If you write your number on the receipt, I’ll add you and chuck a text to confirm. You know where my house is, don’t you?”

Shay giggled, printing off the receipt like Lance has suggested

“Seeing it’s the only house on the road, I don’t think I can go wrong”

When the door chimed again, Lance turned out of habit. He hadn’t seen the diesel drier leave yet, so had thought maybe the man was waiting for someone. Walking back in, the taller of two strangers was scratching the back of his head. Greeeeat. The guy wanted a favour. He could tell by the way he was forcing himself to appear casual

“Hey, me again. My brother and I just tried our car but it doesn’t seem to be turning over. You don’t happen to know anyone around here that can help us out?”

That was what google was for. A quick google search would tell the man the towing service was shut for the night, unless he wanted to call someone in Platt.

Shay took the question in her stride, being a roadhouse she’d probably dealt with this kind of thing before

“That depends. If you need to reach Platt tonight, then you’ll want to call a Platt number for a tow. If you can wait until tomorrow, my friend Hunk here is the son of the town’s mechanic”

“We were actually hoping to stay a few days in town, you know, check out the old museum and that. My little brother’s really into photography. We’ve got a hotel room back in Platt, so I guess I need the number for that towing service”

The stranger scratched the back of his head again. Lance knew he was staring, but it was kind of hard not to when the man had a massive scar across the bridge of his nose

“I’ll give them a call, but they might not want to come out with the storm rolling in”

“Yeah, my brother was taking photos of the sky tonight, that’s how we ended up here in the middle of the night. I’d really appreciate it if you could”

“No worries, you’d be surprised how often it happens. Do you and your brother want to sit inside and wait?”

“No, thanks for the offer, but he’s not exactly a people person. I’m Shiro, by the way”

“I’m Shay. Welcome to Garrison”

“Thanks. I’ll just browse while you make that call. Thanks for this and for calling”

“It’s fine. They love me there because I send them so much business. Go ahead and take a look around”

There was no way that Lance was leaving Shay with a creeper. Hot or not, he didn’t know the man. An ordinary person wouldn’t be running around with a scar like that, his mind unhelpfully pointing out it could have been the result of a car crash or some kind of accident where he’d smacked his face hard against a pile or a corner. Whatever it’d been, Shiro had done a really good job of it. He carried himself with an air that Lance couldn’t quite put his finger on. Like he was hiding something, but exposing himself all at the same time. Shaking himself out of those thoughts, he settled on the fact that though he’d never see the man again after this, he’d be unfortunately stuck remembering him and always wondering about that damn scar.

Shay was brisk on the phone, she laughed at lot, Hunk practically melting in pining over the sound. Two quick phone calls later, Shay hung up her phone, swapping back to her customer service face

“Shiro, I’ve got some good news and some bad news”

Replacing the magazine he’d been flicking through, the handsome stranger wandered his way back to the counter. Shiro laughed nervously, something making Lance’s skin prickle

“I’m not sure I like the idea of bad news”

“Well, there’s been an accident in Platt, the storm knocked a set of lights, so they won’t be able to send someone until tomorrow. The good news is that Hunk’s dad runs the local autoshop, he can take a look first thing tomorrow morning. The bad news is you’re either stuck waiting the next 12 hours in here or we can try getting you a room in town... you could probably call a cab out from Platt, but that’s going to cost about as much as getting a room”

Shiro sighed. Lance didn’t blame him. Being stuck sucked arse

“Don’t worry, man. My dad will sort you out tomorrow”

Hunk tried to comfort the stranger, Shiro looking at him properly for the first time

“Uh, thanks for that. I’m Shiro...”

Pidge stepped forward

“I’m Pidge, that’s Hunk and this loser is Lance. We can give you a ride back in town if you need”

Lance stepped on Pidge’s foot. He wasn’t a damn taxi service, for all he knew this guy and his “brother” could be serial killers

“Really? That would be fantastic. You three are locals right, you wouldn’t happen to know of any good places to stay?”

“Sure do. We know everything about Garrison. Hey, why don’t you crash at Lance’s tonight, then he can give you a lift in tomorrow when he drops us off?”

Lance ground his foot down. He didn’t want two strangers in his house. It was his house. Access was limited to people he actually knew and liked... a grand total of five including Shay

“What? They’re stuck. It’s the nice thing to do”

Damn Pidge and her “niceness”. Shiro scratched the back of his head again

“I don’t want to put you out...”

“Nonsense. He’s got enough rooms. And it’s only for the night. What kind of people would we be if we left you stuck?”

“At least let me pay...”

“Already taken care of. The only thing is you’ll have to ride in the back of the rust bucket out there. This one refuses to get a new car”

Lance huffed

“There’s nothing wrong with my car. She’s got four wheels and starts”

“When she wants to. Go let your brother know what’s going on, while we finish up here”

“I will. Thank you so much for this. You three really saved our butts tonight. So, the bronco, right?”

“Yep, that’s the one”

“I guess we’ll get settled then... Are you sure it’s no trouble?”

“It’s fine, go on, we’ll be out shortly”

When Shiro left, Lance rounded Pidge. Tempted to keep his foot on hers, but scared he’d apply too much pressure and accidentally hurt her

“What the fuck was that?”

Pidge fluttered her eyelashes

“What was what?”

“Volunteering my house? We don’t know them”

“Exactly! I saw you staring”

“Because he’s got a big arse scar across his nose...”

“And now we can find out why”

Lance rolled his eyes, trying to keep his panic internal

“And what if they’re both serial killers?”

“You’re just being stupid. It’s a guy and his brother. Oh! Maybe they’re into ghosts, everyone who comes here’s into ghosts”

Hunk groaned

“Pidge... Lance is right. We don’t know them”

“Too bad. It’s only for tonight. Consider it our good deed for the year”

Shay giggled

“I thought that was that tour of yours”

Pidge jumped up and down on the spot excitedly, grabbing Lance by the arm and shaking him

“Oh my god, that means two good deeds in one day! Karma, here we come!”

Karma could fuck off. If there was any kind of karma in the world, he wouldn’t be what he was now. He wanted his cat, his bed, and not to have two strangers in his goddamn house. Packing their shopping neatly into a bag, Shay placed two slushy cups down on the counter with a clatter as the lids slipped off

“Whoopsies. Anyway, I won’t keep you guys any longer. Lance, you’ll text me right?”

“Sure thing, Shay. Pidge, get your damn slushies so we can go”

“Do you think they want slushies? We should get them slushies. That’s the nice thing to do right?”

“If they wanted slushies, they would have got their own”

Blowing a raspberry at him, Lance knew that Shiro and his brother were getting slushies whether they liked it or not

“Shay, two more cups please!”

God, Lance was done. Grabbing the bag off the counter, he shot Shay a tired smile

“Wish me luck”

“Better you than me. Have fun”

Like that was going to happen. With a wave, Lance wandered towards the door. Behind him Hunk had been nominated to help Pidge with her slushies. What kind of idiot just opened their home up to strangers? His Mami would be so disappointed... Actually, she’d tell him it was the right thing to do, which only made him feel worse.

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