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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years ago

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I’m crying 😂😂😂 I’m sorry! I have no excuses after 8 days we should be past here

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operation-firecobraclaw · 7 years ago

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Used the dialogue generator and got "We could get arrested for this." What are they going to do? Lmao Sounds like something hilarious. Anyway, I hope you will have fun with this one!!! ♡♡♡ xoxoxo

Ahhh thank you so much for this one, anon! I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you enjoy fratboy!Shiro. :) University AU where Lotor is Keith’s ex who cheated on him, and Shiro isn’t about to let that slide.

Shiro had chosen a rather auspicious night for this batshit crazy venture. Final exams were only hours away, and if any student knew what was good for them, they’d either be in bed, catching those precious Zs, or sitting bleary-eyed at their desks, cramming in all of that last-minute study material. Poor bastards. Either way, the residents of Vrepit Sa – the richest frat house on campus – would be too preoccupied to notice one enemy frat brother and his hesitant cohort saran-wrapping their leader’s brand new Cadillac and teepeeing their grand front yard.

“Shiro, this is nuts,” Keith huffed as they crouched behind a hedge just outside of the frat house. Slung over his shoulder was a knapsack filled with rolls of saran wrap. He clutched anxiously at the strap. “Nobody fucks with Vrepit Sa. Nobody. Not even you, Shirogane. Besides, shouldn’t we be getting ready for finals?”

Shiro peeked over the top of the hedge, the shadows of leaves slipping back and forth across his face as a light wind rustled the tree overhead. Keith glanced away when he realized he was staring… Again. Shiro waved his hand dismissively as he craned his neck for a better view of the upstairs window. “You’re, like, the smartest guy I know,” he said in a hushed voice, flashing him a toothy grin. “You’ll ace them, no problem. Besides, this is more important.”

Keith hoped it was dark enough to conceal the blush that burned into his cheeks. He shrugged his shoulder, adjusting the strap of the knapsack as he glanced around to see if anyone was coming. Everything seemed dead still beside the slight jostle of foliage from the occasional breeze and the rushing of water from the nearby fountain. It was almost 3 AM; Keith doubted anyone was going to be coming out of the house any time soon, but the two of them would be royally fucked if someone did. Still crouched, he tugged on Shiro’s jeans. “C’mon, Shiro, we could get arrested for this,” Keith muttered. “There has to be cameras around here or something.”

“No way, Pidge disabled them this morning,” Shiro responded confidently as he lowered himself into a squat, nudging Keith with his elbow. “If someone comes, just book it, okay? I’ll take the hit.”

Keith blinked at him in disbelief, his brow in a deep furrow. “What– no!” He lowered his voice with a huff as Shiro brought his index finger to his lips. “C’mon, man, all this for a stupid frat war? It’s not worth it. You’re going to get expelled.”

A pause stretched between them, and Keith almost buckled under Shiro’s gaze.

“Keith, you think I’m doing this over a frat war?” the older boy asked, the surprise in his voice genuine. He shook his head and laughed – that infuriatingly beautiful laugh. “I’m doing this cause Lotor’s a dick who deserves it.” His face softened as he clasped a warm hand on Keith’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “He cheated on you. I’m not gonna let him get away with it.”

Keith must have had the dumbest look on his face. “I… why do you care so much about that?” he asked, his mouth feeling a little drier than usual.

The senior Paladin gave a cool shrug. “You’re my friend. And, well…”

Christ, was… was Takashi Shirogane blushing?

“… I’ve kind of had a thing for you the second you stepped foot on campus,” Shiro confessed as he cast his gaze downward, taking off his snapback and rifling a hand through his dark hair. His smile turned sheepish then, a stark contrast from that dashing grin he always sported so easily.

Keith felt his defenses fly up around him, and he was shrinking away before he even realized it. Shiro could never be this cruel… Could he? “Don’t fuck with me, Shirogane. That’s not funny.”

“I’m not, Keith,” Shiro told him, sounding serious for what seemed like the first time tonight. “Let me prove it to you?”

“…how?” The word was wrapped in a thick layer of skepticism. There was no way… Why the hell would Takashi Shirogane, head of Paladin house, like Keith? Keith. He was a nobody that came from nowhere. He might have passed his entrance exams with commendable test scores, but his financial status made him an outcast at VU. He didn’t belong here. It was the reason why Lotor left him – it was why Shiro couldn’t possibly be telling him the truth now.

Keith’s eyes widened as Shiro grasped the front of his shirt and pulled him forward, the surprise yelp that rose from his chest muffled against the older boy’s mouth. Frozen for only a moment – oh my god oh my god oh my god – he relaxed under Shiro’s warmth, letting himself feel their lips move together in surprising synchrony. Damn it, Shiro was good at this. Really… good at this. Keith’s heart was racing a marathon in his chest, and when they finally parted, he could only imagine how red his face was. To make things worse, Shiro cradled a hand against the side of his neck and pressed another soft kiss against his forehead, letting his lips linger before pulling away.

“I don’t know if that says much,” Shiro said, his voice and eyes unbearably soft. “But I mean it.”

Keith had no words. There were no words coming out of his slack-jawed mouth. Jesus christ, say something, you absolute moron! Instead, he could only nod, swallowing past the tightness in his throat.

Shiro grinned at him, securing his hat onto his head but backwards this time – back to business. “Well, Keith. Care to join me tonight in the saran-wrapping of your dirtbag ex’s shiny new douche ride?”

Right now, Keith felt like he could do damn near anything. He reached into the knapsack and pulled out two rolls, returning Shiro’s beaming grin. “Let’s saran-wrap this bitch.”

#sheith #shiro x keith #keith x shiro #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #shiro vld #keith vld #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #firecobraclaw writes #dialogue prompts #fratboy!shiro #collegekid!keith

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lvnce-mcclain · 7 years ago

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bonded (in your arms)

Summary: And that, well. That Lance gets. It’s what always pulled him towards the sky; everything is stretched so far it’s as if he could see everything, but he knows he’s not actually seeing anywhere near the all the secrets that infinite space held. It was everything and nothing, and he was somewhere in between.

So he hums in understanding, forcing his eyes away from Keith and back toward the stars. The fight leaves him at the honesty in Keith’s voice, and even Lance knows better than to break whatever fragile thing hangs between them right then. It’s too tight and new, like a fresh scar just waiting for the right pressure to split open again.

Or, where these two boys have something fragile and try to learn how to keep it safe.

Chapter: 1/6

Word Count: 3.9k

Read it on AO3

A huge shout out to my wonderful friends and betas Benni and Steph because without them this completely self-indulgent fic would have never been finished

let me breathe you in til gravity bends and we fall through the hole in the light- surefire, john legend

The first time it happens, Lance almost thinks it’s an accident. Like, he’s a pretty tactile person. He’s not ashamed of the fact he shows affection in a very physical way with his friends. He’s more than used to being crushed into a hug from Hunk, ruffling Pidge’s hair- against their protests but whatever, and he practically lives for the moments Shiro places an approving hand on his shoulder. Even Coran and Allura seemed to have learned the best way to show Lance appreciation is through touch of some sort; Coran’s attempts at fist bumps were a sight to behold, and Allura on more than one occasion has actually given him side hugs, okay.

But not Keith. Unless it was to save someone’s life, or if it was Shiro because who didn’t want to be close to Shiro, Keith never seemed to initiate any physical contact with anyone on the team. And that was fine, that was cool- Lance knows the touchy-feely isn’t for everyone. Different strokes for different folks and all that, heh. Strokes.

The point being, Lance knows Keith and the Keith he knows doesn’t cuddle. Except when he does, apparently.

So, yeah. It’s more than a surprise when they’re all debriefing on the sunken couch after a reconnaissance mission for a possible Galra-conquered planet, each one of them dealing with the excess adrenaline on their own terms while still trying to focus on giving as many details as they can remember, and Keith leans into him almost-casually. As in, one second Lance’s leg is jiggling in the annoying way Pidge always glares at him over and he feels like he might burst out of his own skin from the energy still pumping through his veins, and the next second he has a pretty solid weight pressing into his shoulder. The shock of it is actually enough to draw out some of that energy and channel it into absolute confusion.

Lance isn’t the only one questioning whether or not the Twilight Zone is an actual place and if they had somehow unknowingly traveled to it, because Shiro had been watching the entire thing with one eyebrow raised. Lance would shrug, but well. He looks down to see Keith’s eyes barely open, and Lance suddenly remembers how hard Keith usually crashes after particularly exciting missions and that makes way more sense. He’s just exhausted from all the adrenaline, and Lance can understand that; whenever he manages to actually settle down after a mission his body feels so strung out and worn that he could probably sleep for a week, but it’s just the actual settling-down part he’s always had trouble with. Keith doesn’t seem to have that problem, looking like he might actually already be hitting that sweet REM cycle, the way his arms are crossed tightly over his chest the only hint to how much he’s probably still stressed from their mission.

But Lance can understand exhaustion, and knows sometimes it makes you do weird things. And because he’s just a totally noble and amazing person, he decides to just let Keith crash on his shoulder. He settles back into the couch, Keith moving with him in his sleep, and gives Shiro a look that says beats me, man before going back to listening to Hunk’s relay of his information. It doesn’t matter anyway, since he highly doubts Keith would be caught dead doing this again.

Lance likes to think he Knows Keith. As in, knows Keith, okay. Like, in order to officially declare someone your eternal rival of epic proportions there’s a fair bit that you need to know about them. If anything, Lance is definitely not a half-assed rival and because he does his homework sometimes, the things Lance absolutely, one-hundred-percent knows about Keith are as follows:

1. Keith is not a morning person. Lance found this out after much observation of half-asleep breakfasts and had consequently decided mornings were the best times to challenge Keith.

a. It was then learned, through trial and error, mornings were actually the worst times, because Keith was somehow even more reckless when groggy.

2. Keith is really bad about getting lost in his own thoughts. Like, seriously, it was alarming how frequently Keith retreated into whatever happy place a mullet-sporting, emotionally congested boy came up with. Before, Lance thought these moments would be perfect for an ambush.

a. Now, he just gets left frustrated trying to figure out what that boy had going on upstairs that must be soooo important.

b. AND NO, IT’S NOT BECAUSE HE WANTED KEITH TO HEAR THE ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS JOKE HE TOLD, PIDGE, THANK YOU.

3. Keith is a tireless fighter when his life is on the line.

a. Keith is a ruthless fighter when his friends’ lives are on the line.

4. Lance would trust Keith with his life.

a. Even though Keith is stupid.

5. Keith. Does. Not. Like. To. Be. Touched.

The problem with this very accurate, time-tested list of things Lance Absolutely and Positively Knows About Keith is that it apparently isn’t actually true. At least, not completely. And Lance doesn’t know how he feels about that.

He doesn’t know how he feels about that weird-ass Twilight Zone moment apparently not being a one-off that they both pretend never happened.

Lance likes to think he joked off any awkwardness of that moment pretty easily after Keith had woken up, having shot off something about “was that a bonding moment too, buddy?” and Keith shoved at his shoulder with a glare, yawned, and then went to his room- and that was that. Keith hadn’t been any different afterwards. Lance was cool with it. A-OK. Didn’t have any problems with it.

But then.

But then. Keith had to go and do it again, the bastard.

Lance is smooth. He is quick with a wink and a smile, a flirtatious comment rolling off his tongue before he can even stop himself sometimes. His charm is one of his (many, thank you) strengths. Which is why it pisses him off that his brain wants to short circuit at the feel of Keith slumping against him in the control room of the castle, weight just barely pressing him back into the wall as Coran goes off on some sciencey-magicy tangent about reflective light and shields and the composition of the castle’s defenses. Pidge and Hunk were practically making heart eyes at the in-depth explanation that was spurred on by some offhand comment from Shiro, but Lance had lost interest about seven minutes ago.

Both Lance and Keith had settled in against the wall, knowing it would be a long one this time by the glint in Coran’s eye, but Lance wasn’t about to begrudge them this despite how much he had wanted to complain. Lance knows they have all been stressed from the near-constant liberations they aided in and one way Pidge and Hunk felt better was by understanding something enough to feel in control of it. Plus, neither of them ever turned down a lesson about the castle’s inner-workings when offered.

Shiro was looking over maps with Allura while Lance tried to avoid eye contact with Coran as to not be roped into participating in the lecture when Keith’s shoulder overlapped his, head mostly leaning on the wall but Lance’s nose still being tickled by stray hairs. Which is how he ended up here, speechless for the past minute and trapped in the corner between a wall and a pilot.

Lance’s mouth opens on a comment about personal space, because this is weird, but something makes his mouth click shut as quickly as it fell open. He isn’t sure what it is- maybe it’s the actual vulnerability Keith is showing right now, eyes shut and chest rising slowly, barely standing on his own feet except for the wall and Lance’s weight behind him. Maybe it’s because of the possibility of holding this over Keith’s head for the next eternity. Or maybe it was the smug satisfaction of being the only one he’s seen Keith be like this towards-

Wait.

Shit. He is the only one Keith has been this way towards. What the hell did that mean?

Okay, so, this was going to be A Thing. A thing that Lance has totally not been thinking about constantly for the last three weeks and five days since it first happened. Nope. Definitely had not thought about the next four times it happened, at all. It was decidedly pushed to the deepest corner of his mind and locked up tight because he was not gonna touch those complicated feelings with a ten foot pole.

His total lack of thought given to it still did not stop it from being A Thing that apparently exists, now. It did, however, contribute to being completely thrown off guard the night he finds Keith while walking off some of his not nervous, but not quite right energy left over from that day’s mission. It was a new planet this time- always with the new planets and the rescue missions and the praise of newly-emancipated peoples. Lance, still buzzing from thrill of the fight, was wandering the castle after everyone else had gone to their own quarters, all physically and emotionally drained. Lance’s own room felt claustrophobic all of a sudden, pushing him out into the halls of the ship and feeding his momentum all the way down to the control room. It was the only place overlooking the vast horizon of nothing but stars after stars, and Lance knew it was the only place that wouldn’t feel claustrophobic to him right then.

Which is where he finds Keith, almost curled in a ball in the seat Lance was only used to seeing him in while they were flying through space, always sharp-eyed and full of a quiet intensity Lance used to hate. Usually still hates.

Lance almost turns back and pretends it never happened, but Keith turns his face slightly towards him in the same moment Lance takes a quiet step back. There’s a soft hum from somewhere deep beneath the castle’s walls, mechanical but comforting, and for a moment nothing else passes in the air between them. Keith is looking at him in a way he can’t decipher, but that isn’t new- rarely can he tell what Keith is thinking, unless it’s about to lead to him doing something stupid. Which, actually, isn’t all that rare of an occurrence.

Too much time passes for Lance to make some joke about coming here often, and he wants to turn away because the energy bubbling in his chest tells him this isn’t what he needs- he needs to run, or swim, or do anything else except be here, eyes locked with a stare he doesn’t want to understand. Instead he feels his socked feet taking muffled steps toward the front of the ship, eyes forcefully trained on the stars, stopping beside Keith and purposefully sitting down a couple of feet away. He can feel Keith’s stare follow him all the way down to the floor but he ignores it because Lance isn’t too sure what he’s doing yet and can’t answer any question those eyes may have for him.

When enough time passes that Lance is like, 98% sure Keith must have gone back to staring at the stars instead of him, he finally releases his stiff posture and his muscles uncoil with a stiff ache. His arms rest on top of his knees, chin digging into his forearm. Lance hears Keith let out a long breath and then there’s sounds of settling, just quiet shuffling as Keith gets more comfortable.

So they sit there, the stars static before them as the ship rests in the safety the newly-liberated planet’s moon provides and Lance tries to not think about anything. He tries, but he fails, because there are too many questions that he’s pretending to not have.

“Why?”

The words are too loud against the mechanical whir whispered through the ship, and Lance almost regrets letting it slip out. Almost, but not quite, because he does want to know why. He just isn’t sure if he’s asking why Keith is here, alone and getting lonelier with only the stars as company, or why Keith has been using him as a human body pillow recently.

He doesn’t think Keith knows which he is asking either, so he seems to take the easiest question to answer. Lance doesn’t know if he’s relieved or annoyed; he decides it’s probably both.

Keith still struggles to find words, so Lance finally gives in and tilts his head to face Keith. He doesn’t think it helps Keith find a satisfactory answer, but he also doesn’t really care since Keith is the reason he’s been pretending to he hasn’t been obsessively overthinking the last few weeks. So, he can’t find it in himself to feel bad for making Keith a little uncomfortable.

“I can’t… Think, sometimes. Locked in my room. It’s too…”

Lance gives him a minute to find the word he’s looking for, but when he can tell the search is coming up empty he supplies, “Small?”

“Loud.”

Lance stares at him, almost but not quite understanding. Keith shifts, eyes flitting to the front of the ship before finding Lance again.

“I guess because it is small, but it just gets. Loud. I don’t know how else to describe it. Overwhelming, maybe.” Keith looks frustrated, like that still isn’t the word he wants but his mouth won’t form the right syllables to satisfy him. He purses his lips, and Lance swears it’s just shy of a pout. “I can’t stand being surrounded by it; it helps, looking out here and seeing more than I’ll ever see.”

And that, well. That Lance gets. It’s what always pulled him towards the sky; everything stretched so far it’s as if he could see everything, but he knows he’s not actually seeing anywhere near the all the secrets that infinite space held. It was everything and nothing, and he was somewhere in between.

Everything has been too much for Lance lately, anyway; he can’t take any more scars.

It’s a struggle to keep quiet, though, since being near Keith when his nerves are still raw and exposed from battle is like flicking embers onto dry brush; that restless and incendiary potential is still thrumming under his skin, but he tamps it down in order to stay in this moment. He wants to have this- this small moment of calm that seldom exists between them, but hearing Keith’s soft breaths beside him shoves every thought he’s been suppressing to the forefront of his thoughts, overwhelming his already hyper-vigilant mind.

Lance always found it easier to think through issues by talking- usually to himself, but he has never discriminated against having an audience. He can’t, though- not about this, not here. He doesn’t know what to think, anyway, or even how to think it.

He knows Keith is his rival.

He knows Keith (probably) hates him.

He knows he thought for a very long time he hated Keith.

He knows he’ll never be seen as good as Keith, and he does hate that.

He is always trying to prove how much he’s worth- to the team, to Keith, to himself. It never seems to be enough, not to anyone, but it is easier being spurred on by spite toward Keith and their rivalry than thinking Keith has any deeper feelings for him than annoyance or vague amusement. He tries not to think too hard about it most of the time, even though he knows it’s more out of habit now than anything to carry a grudge against Keith himself.

It’s harder to uphold that act when he thinks of Keith slumping against him, quiet in his trust; it’s even harder to believe Keith hates him, but he’s believed in that reality for so long he thought it might be the only absolute in the universe.

He doesn’t know how he feels about the boy who is the catalyst to so many of his insecurities trusting him with any measure of vulnerability; it gives him too much power while making him feel like Keith still has control over him somehow.

“Did you get lost?”

Lance doesn’t jump and he’s a little proud of that small victory. Keith had shifted to the floor, back against the chair and arms hanging off his bent knees, and there was a trace of curiosity behind an otherwise indecipherable stare. His entire body was now turned toward Lance, and well. Lance can’t help but feel trapped by that.

Even with body language, Keith always seems to have the advantage. Lance would find it infuriating if it isn’t for the openness of Keith’s posture; his muscles are loose in a way Lance can’t recall ever seeing, head resting against the chair lazily, a faint smirk playing at the edge of his lips that is more playful than malicious. It’s then that Lance remembers he doesn’t even know what Keith means by the recent casual physicality; he’s only speculated, and his mouth goes dry at the thought of even asking what it all is supposed to mean. So, he doesn’t.

“I wasn’t the one found being a total space cadet in actual space.”

“Maybe,” if Lance didn’t know better, he’d swear he saw a faint blush across Keith’s cheeks before he replied petulantly, “but you were just stalking the ship after hours.”

“One, I can’t stalk my own home, loser-”

“Why?”

“Because it’s my home too, what, do you think-” Lance is interrupted by Keith’s foot reaching out to knock against his knee in such a companionable way that his indignation dies on his lips.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant, why are you up too?”

Lance wants to mutter about how that isn’t what Keith had said but lets it drop at the way Keith’s eyes are too wide with sincere interest. Lance takes a minute to think of how to be honest without telling the truth before shrugging and giving as much authenticity he can muster.

“I can’t sleep, after missions. Can’t settle. It’s all too much, and I guess everything gets a little loud for me too.”

“What helps?”

Lance considers Keith, his posture slack but eyes sharp as he stares across the small space between them. He thinks back to the moment he was shocked out of his nervous energy by a drooping head and warm shoulder against his, calm in his surprise.

“I’m not sure yet.” It isn’t a lie.

He doesn’t ask what helps Keith, because he doesn’t want the answer. Keith doesn’t seem to mind.

He ignores the way Keith’s foot drops from pushing at his knee to being stretched out between them, socked toes casually pressed against his ankle. He ignores the way the easy touch sears against his skin, his pulse drumming from the contact. It’s just because it’s new, okay. He’s not used to it from Keith. Once the novelty fades, he won’t react this way anymore, he’s sure of it.

Until then, he’ll just get really good at pretending he isn’t having trouble breathing at the thoughtless touches. It’s not like Keith was thinking much about it, so why should he let himself get so flustered? It’s just a damn foot, anyway.

Determined to gain a semblance of control again, Lance decides to mimic Keith’s pose, turning and stretching out his legs to take up just a little too much room in an attempt to make Keith feel as overwhelmed as Lance has felt this entire damn night. He leans back on his hands for balance, eyes almost narrowing toward Keith in a challenge.

Lance wants to scream when Keith just easily readjusts, crossing his legs so they just barely rest on top of Lance’s shins. He doesn’t seem bothered by it, gaze drowsy as he tilts his head toward the stars. Lance watches the long sweep of his neck angle to the side and needs a distraction.

“What do you miss most?”

He’s not sure if Keith is thinking or falling asleep, but the answer comes eventually. “My bike.”

Surprised, Lance thinks back to the getaway bike they had used when they first met; it was fine, but nothing compared to the soaring they could do in the lions. “Don’t you get enough flying in the lions?”

“It’s not the same.” Keith’s head rolls forward to face him, eyes soft from exhaustion. Dark hair falls between his eyes at the movement, and Lance briefly wonders if he ever gets it cut. Wonders how long he’ll let it grow. “It’s different, flying through the sky. It’s… Pure freedom.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I didn’t say anything was wrong with it. It’s just… Different. My bike… It was as if I was defying all rules on Earth, moving so fast right above the ground. There are no rules in space.” He says it as if that explains everything, and Lance thinks maybe it somehow does.

Lance considers Keith, and Keith considers him back. He isn’t sure what they’re trying to find in each other, or if they find it. There’s a beat of that mechanical silence, filled with more than Lance can bring himself to comprehend.

“What about you?”

Lance doesn’t need time to think of this answer, since it’s on his mind more than he would like to admit. “It’s a little dumb, I guess. But, just… Everything.”

He watches as Keith’s eyes widen slightly, but otherwise doesn’t react. “Isn’t this what you always wanted, though? To be a hero, or whatever.”

“Well, duh. Doesn’t everyone want to be a hero?”

“I don’t know, I guess.”

“ ‘I guess’?” Lance snorts. “That’s funny, coming from the person who doesn’t even have to try to be a hero, or whatever.”

“What? I try,” Keith starts, a little more life to him, spurred on by fresh indignation.

“Oh, so you do try to be a hero, huh?” Lance’s grin betrays him, revealing just how much he really does enjoy teasing Keith. The calm is nice, but this? The easy banter, the pout he can incite from Keith when he’s totally won, that’s what grounds him. It pulls all of the anxious energy out of his veins and exhales it out on a laugh at Keith’s narrowed eyes.

This is what is real, not in-between moments of contact that leave Lance confused.

“You did that on purpose,” Keith grumbles, but there isn’t any bite to it.

“You caught me, genius. I totally did.” Lance knocks his foot into Keith’s thigh on a laugh, but it hollows out when Keith just presses down into the touch. That soft look is back, and Lance isn’t sure if it’s entirely exhaustion and he doesn’t know how to handle that.

“Well, buddy, you look like you’re about to keel over. You wanna go to bed?” Lance asks a little too quickly after staring for a little too long, but he hopes Keith doesn’t notice.

Keith blinks at him with that dumb, soft expression of his before looking down and shrugging. “Yeah, sure, I guess.”

Lance doesn’t think too much about the disappointment he hears in Keith’s voice.

#klance #klance fic #laith #laith fic #vld fic #vld #my fic #bonded (in your arms)#bonded series

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dimplesandcurlsss · 7 years ago

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My Fanfic Quotes

This is for the anon who requested I make a list of my favorite quotes from the fanfics I have written-- my fics are all pretty long so i kinda went overboard...reading through the first two was particularly nostalgic so I was copying and pasting all over the place! It was like a trip down memory lane. I feel like it wasn’t even me writing them. Anyway, anon, this is for you! I...hope you see it somehow!

Drummer Boy

“But then a surprised laugh spills out of Keith’s mouth; a strange, melodic sound and a grin splitting his face in a way that Lance has never seen before. His eyes shine, his delicate nose scrunching and his eyes crinkling ever so slightly. Lance somehow forgets all about that bubble of guilt, because there is a bubble of something terrifying taking it’s place.

Lance wants to hear that laugh so, so much more.”

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“He takes a long drag, eyes fluttering shut. He wonders why the spot where Keith’s knee is touching his feels like it’s on fire.”

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“He eats a chip, listening to the crunch as if it is a million cosmic explosions occurring right on his tongue.

“Oh my god, you are so high.” Kate is smiling now, amused.”

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“Keith hums a deep laugh, barely audible. “You’re cute when you're angry.”

Lance just stares at him, blinking. “I-uh..” He falters. “I- wha-“

“Don’t hurt yourself. Also, we’re here.” He says, pointing upwards.

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“How can you like Cheetos but not Doritos?”

“They’re not fluffy enough!”

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(in regards to the spot where he likes being touched)--“So there. That is confidential information though. For the most part, the unfortunate bastards who wanna fuck me have to figure it out themselves. So don’t go around blabbing. It’s a trade secret.” Keith’s tone is serious, but he has a goofy smile plastered onto his face, and his cheeks are flushed like he is embarrassed.”

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To: Lance

Did you know that a whale dick is called a dork?

To: Keith

You’re a dork. Go the fuck to sleep.

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He knows that there are stars out tonight and he doesn't even need to look up, because Keith’s dark eyes are literally filled with reflections of the tiny silver dots. Lance feels like he could write poems about Keith’s face. Or novels. Or maybe telenovelas. Keith is smiling softly at him, probably waiting for him to speak, but he has completely forgotten how.

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“I don’t know whats going on Hunk. I see him and then I just want to see him again and again. I like his smile, and his hair, and his stupid lip ring, and I can’t, for the life of me, stop thinking about him. I mean, not that I’m thinking about him, you know? But like, he likes Cheetos? And he has anger issues. But like, not really anymore—“

“Lance.”

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“And I didn’t realize until he was fucking me into the mattress and I looked over his shoulder and saw a giant squirrel staring down at me.”

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“You called me beautiful last night.” Keith says, voice low and soft.

“Because you are.” Lance breathes, finally giving in.

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Lance plops down at Hunk’s counter. “Do you have any alcohol? I need to get wasted. Actually? Lets just go out to the parking lot and you can run me over with your car. But you have to make sure to at least put me in a coma for eighty years, so that when I wake up everyone I know is dead.”

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“Alright, I’ve had it, Keith.” Lance is holding his hands up in surrender. “You’re a frustrating, temperamental, manipulative and deceptive asshole with a god-awful temper and a horrible taste in fashion, and I swear to god, I would hate you, I really would, if I didn't love you so fucking much.”

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Something Just Like This

“Of course, surrounding all of this camp nonsense is miles and miles of endless woods. Woods and nothing else. Keith is on a forest island. In hell.”

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“How the quiznack did that happen? There’s no way you just won.”

“We just won, Lance. The Loser Cabin just beat your doodle!” Keith practically shrieks it, excitement bubbling in his stomach at Lance’s dumbfounded expression. The rest of his campers start whooping and cheering around him.

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“Unlike Keith, this boy is made for the summer. He is made for the hot sun and the water, for grass stains and campfires, for giggling children and tan lines. He is light and golden and glowing, like the sun. Keith feels his face heat up.”

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“Lance walked out of the cabin to join his campers in the courtyard and Keith turned to Jack, who was sticking his tongue out at him. “You think Lance is dreaaammyyy!” He says exaggeratedly, fluttering his eyelashes.

“Hey, hey, that’s not—” Keith sighs defeatedly. “That’s a super secret, alright? So how about I keep your super secret, and you keep mine, okay?"

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Keith flushes, suddenly very aware of how naked he is. “I’m…skinny dipping?”

“You what?” Lance is grinning wildly. “You want to skinny dip? What the hell? Who even are you?” Lance is still grinning, eyes glinting again, and Keith is drinking it up.

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“Not only does he have to be trapped in a car with Lance, the boy who fell asleep curled around him last night as he sobbed like a child; but he also has to be trapped in a car with Lance, who looks so breathtaking in his stupid blue polo as the sun filters through the car window and lines his face with a golden halo. Lance’s hair is messy in the most exquisite way. He makes bedhead look beautiful. He makes everything look beautiful. He is so damn beau--

“Hey, tonto.” Lance’s voice lacks its usual mirth. “Eyes on the road.”

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“It takes approximately seven and a half minutes for Lance to knock over a store display. He has a baguette in one hand and a large plate in the other, using them as a sword and shield. He points forward screaming “charge!” and forcing Keith to push the cart forward. A pyramid of cans come crashing to the ground and they both stare at it, in mild shock, unsure of what to do, before hauling ass, paying, and sprinting out of the store.”

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“Holy shit.” Pidge says, to which Coran’s voice is heard somewhere in the distance saying, “Language, Pidge!”

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“Keith doesn’t even understand what is going on, but he laughs all the same. Because this is Lance and Lance is hilarious and beautiful and captivating so he laughs because what else can his drunk ass do?”

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“He briefly wonders, in his drunken haze, if it is possible to die from wanting someone so badly.”

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“You got me plane tickets.” Lance says again, softly.

Keith nods, trying to control the blush burning it’s way across his whole body. “I...yeah.”

At that, Lance lets out a sob that sounds oddly like a laugh and grabs Keith’s face, smashing their lips together.”

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“What if all of this is just a magic spell and I’m actually an ugly troll who takes on his true form in small suburban college towns?” Lance says, sounding genuinely worried.”

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“But reading physics textbooks with Lance sitting on his bed his different. Studying for exams while Lance doodles on his small whiteboard is different. Everything is just different now, with Lance around; and it’s a good different. It is like there is sunlight cast over all of the tasks that used to be mundane and dry.”

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(After keith gets horribly sunburned)

“Wanna know what the best part of this trip is?”

Keith continues looking at Lance with his eyebrow raised, waiting for him to answer his own question. He expects something cheesy, like ‘being with you’ or ‘spending time here with you’. But what Lance actually says is, “Now when I call you rojo , it’s even funnier because you’re actually rojo.”

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Follow My Lead

“You’re not from here, are you?”

The shots are put in front of Keith and he takes one of them, feeling the effects of the alcohol buzzing in his brain. “No.” He rasps, throat burning. “What gave it away?”

Mystery boy laughs. It is a genuine grin that shows off his white teeth and small dimples in his cheeks. “I don’t know, it might’ve been the shoes that are shinier than my car, but who knows for sure.” He replies.”

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“You saw him again. I can tell. You look like you hate the world a fraction less than usual this weekend. Something had to have happened.”

Keith sighs, rolling his eyes. “For your information, I still hate the world.”

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He can’t help it. He’s such a slut for vaguely asian guys in expensive suits...named Keith.

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“Well, maybe I’ve just finally found my soulfuck.”

Shiro raises an eyebrow at him. “Your what?”

“You know, my soulmate, but just for fucking.” Keith states matter of factly.

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Lance chucks a pillow at her. “If you’re not playing, then no talking. Hey Keith, ready to get your ass beat?”

Keith blinks at him.

“In...in Mario kart. Keith. Jesus.” He adds, shaking his head and laughing. Keith feels himself blushing, and chuckles nervously.

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“I bet there’s a special brand of ‘soulmate flirting’ that I’ll just never master.” His voice comes out sadder than he wants it to.

Lance raises an eyebrow at him, looking thoroughly confused and a little shocked by the awkward turn this conversation has taken. “I mean…” He trails off a little, thinking. Keith watches his eyes as they cast downwards, eyelashes fanning against his smooth cheeks. He turns away from Keith and busies himself with the papers on the counter again. “I mean... I think that’s just called talking .”

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“Jesus, you’re burning up.”

“Mmhmm.” Lance mumbles. “Burning up for you , babe.” He attempts a charming grin. Dream Keith looks at him like he’s insane and then rolls his eyes.

“Figures you would flirt when you’re on the brink of hospitalization.”

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(in regards to a sex toy)

“I'm going to guess that this--” he points to a rather awkwardly shaped end--”has something to do with an ass.”

“Wow. You should write a book.”

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“Sometimes, the way we feel just doesn't line up. But it doesn't mean...like, it doesn't mean you're not enough, or something. So just don't take it so personally.”

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(about a sex toy)

“Brace yourself! I figured it out! I think it's for women though. But I mean, a hole is a hole right?”

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“No, I…” Keith frowns slightly. “I really like it.”

“My deodorant?”

“Yeah. It smells good. Like...like how stores smell when they’ve got all the fake christmas trees out. You know, except better, obviously. Cause like...you’re not a fake tree.”

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“He looks up at Lance and tilts his head to the side, questioningly. It’s something, Lance’s has noticed, that he always does when he wants Lance to kiss him. It’s like he is tilting his head in preparation to fit their lips together. Lance doesn't think that he realizes he does it, which makes it all the more attractive.”

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“It’s just Lance. The same Lance it’s always been. The same Lance he sleeps with and then leaves five minutes later. But now it’s Lance Sanchez, who sacrificed a whole weekend just to save Keith’s ass, who wakes up at the crack of dawn to follow his fucking dreams, who gets excited over minibars and free pretzels, and who looks really, really good in a suit.

And naked.

And pretty much all the time.”

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Lance giggles and turns his head to face Keith, who has a small smile on his lips. Keith’s eyes are still trained onto the ceiling. Lance tries and fails to quell his rapid heartbeat as he studies Keith’s profile. How is this boy so gorgeous? What kind of deal did he make with the devil to have that face? “We’re going to have so much sex tonight.”

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“You forgot to have sex with your fuckbuddy?”

“We got caught up in other things, okay?”

“Like falling in love with each other?”

“I’m not in love with him!” Lance shouts into his hands.

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“You know! That guy you flirted with at the gym that one day.” Okay, Keith definitely sounds psychotic. “He was all ‘oh hey, I'm trying to up my game’ and you were all ‘oh totally, you’re a ten on my super strict attractiveness scale, get in my ass’--”

“I was not--!”

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“Mornin’ sunshine!” He says, eyes bright. He's got a rumpled t-shirt on with some boxers underneath. Keith glances down and sees little cartoon bananas all over the fabric. He bites back a smile. Lance is holding a pan and a spatula over the stove, frying what appears to be an inhumane amount of bacon and some scrambled eggs. Keith swallows, and seriously, is he already blushing? He just woke up for god’s sake.

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It’s only been a week but Keith feels literally starved for Lance’s stupid, stupid lips, and when he feels them, something inside him melts. A very pathetic whimpering sound makes its way out of his throat and Lance responds by snaking an arm around his waist, pulling him closer as if to tell him that he understands.

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Tears fill his eyes and he can't get Lance’s smell off of his hoodie. A hoodie that he used to wear because it smelled like Shiro, now covered in the scent of Lance’s deodorant.

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He doesn’t know who moves forward, but then they are kissing, and it’s like thousands of explosions are going off all over Keith’s body, searing and popping and burning and it’s almost so good that it’s painful.

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Of course he feels guilty for punching Keith, but really, he didn’t know what else to do. It was either punch him, or grab him by the shoulders and scream “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU TWAT” and he wasn’t sure he had enough courage to do the second thing so he stuck with the first thing.

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Maria shakes her head in disbelief. “How the hell this even happen ? Goofy little Lance can’t pull a guy like that! Did you drug him? Oh my god you drugged him.”

“Are you ki--No! I didn’t drug him, you idiot! I’ve got game!”

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Slowly, and very hesitantly, as if he doesn’t want to break the moment, Lance lifts a finger to poke Keith's nose. “I would've thought that I at least bruised you. Was my punch really that weak?”

Keith giggles, swatting Lance’s finger away. “I was bleeding for a while. Does that help?”

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“These are a little small for me so, they’ll fit you.” He smirks.

“Excuse me?” Keith snaps. “What are you implying?”

“That you are a tiny, small, minuscule, ant of a person.” Lance says teasingly, listing the words off with his fingers.

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“L-Look, you were my soulfuck. Well I mean, that’s what I thought— I mean I initially had spelled it S-O-U-L you know like heart and soul and all that? Like soulmate except soul fuck but—maybe I got the spelling wrong because, well, you know, sole like S-O-L-E is… I'm not talking about like 'sole of a shoe' I’m talking sole like ‘solo' like 'only one' and maybe that’s the spelling I was looking for because you’re the sole fuck, like ‘only-one fuck' meaning you’re the only person—“ Keith swallows. “—that I want to fuck.”

Lance blinks at him. Then blinks again. “What the hell are you talking about?”

If you made it to the end, I love you.

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bun-bun-bum · 7 years ago

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Can We Talk? - Chapter 2

Oooo look I kept writing. :0

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Summary:

Lance sends Keith out of all people a video at 4 am, along with 57 messages that get increasingly more and more worrisome. Something is wrong.

Keith dropped his phone. It hit the ground with a loud thud, but he no longer cared about waking his neighbors. His shaking hands reached for something to hold onto, for anything that would comfort him. He found himself gripping his shoulders, giving himself a hug because no one else would. He stared at his fallen phone with disbelief. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't real. Lance wouldn't just run away. His family was his everything. They were the only reason he stayed sane for those many months in space. He talked about them constantly, how much he cared about them, how much they meant to him, and how much he missed them. He loved them, so why would he leave them? Lance had to be joking. Wait. This was all some joke. Some stupid, tasteless insensitive joke. To rile him up. To make Keith feel emotions like pity and worry for the guy. To make him remember his own stupid past. So that when Keith texted or called him, worried and scared that Lance was really gone like some lovesick puppy, he'd laugh and say it was all a joke. Hilarious. He gritted his teeth. Lance wasn't going to make a fool out of him. Oh no, he was going to give that bastard a piece of his mind. But as he picked up the phone and went to dial Lance's number, it rang. Alarmed, Keith jumped, almost dropping his phone a second time. He went to check the contact: Hunk? "Uh hello?" Keith answered. "Keith! Thank god you're up- wait, what are you doing up? It's 4 AM Keith!" "I could ask you the same thing." Even though they were thousands of miles away, Keith could feel Hunk's serious attitude. "No time for witty banter Keith, Lance is missing." Keith paused. "....this is a joke right?" "He's been gone for- Wait, what?! Keith! Why would I be joking?! This is serious! Lance has been gone for hours, his mom just called me and asked if he's texted me recently. And I got worried because he didn't!" His voice got dead serious. "Keith. He didn't send me a goodnight text last night." He held in a gasp. Shit. Lance never forgot to send goodnight messages to his friends, even Keith. He did them religiously, every night, along with a kiss and a blue heart. It was so cheesy and dumb, how could Keith not notice something was off when he didn't receive one. But then again, Lance did message him only a while ago. "It's just....he did text me. He sent me some stupid video and texts-" Shit. Was he supposed to tell other people that he got Lance's video? Keith bit his lip. Lance probably wouldn't have wanted people to worry about him. But then again, this was Hunk, Lance's best friend. It should be okay to tell him, right? "-and then I got worried and then upset and angry and suddenly I thought he was joking because that's what Lance does, he jokes around and makes you feel crap that you shouldn't and-" "Wait. He sent you a video? And texts? When?!" "About 20 minutes ago." Hunk gasped. "Keith! That means he's not dead!" Keith could hear loud cheers and cries echoing through the phone. He couldn't help but smile as the big guy laughed into the phone. He heard Hunk sniffle and rub his eyes. "Do you know where he is? Is he ok? Is he hurt? Hungry? DYING??" "Hunk, breathe. I didn't even finish watching the video yet, how would I know." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just, why did he send you a video?" Ouch. "I don't know why he chose me! It just happened," he snapped instinctively. Keith could hear Hunk wince, sucking air through his teeth. Shit. He was too hard on the guy, wasn't he? "Eeeek sorry Keith, I didn't mean it like that. I meant why did he send a video? His mom says he's been gone for at least 6 hours already and hasn't talked to anyone since then, but I guess he talked to you." But why me? "Hunk it's only been 6 hours, how do you know he's not partying with some chicks or something? Maybe we're overreacting, he'll probably come home after he's cleared his head. This is Lance, after all, he can't be away from home for too long before he starts crying." "Uh, I dunno Keith. I think this is serious." "The word 'serious' and 'Lance' don't go together." He could almost feel Hunk glaring at him. "Keith, he had a fight with his family." Keith shrugged. "Isn't that normal? All families fight Hunk, he'll be okay." "His mom slapped him." "...fuck." There was a pause. "Anyway,” Hunk continued. “Does the video say why he left? Or where he is? Or if he's alone or kidnapped or starving or-" Hunk sniffled and took an uneasy breath.

"Hunk, calm down," Keith said, trying to sound calm and soothing, just like Shiro would have. "I'm sure he's fine, he looks alright in the video. I don't know why yet because like I said I didn't finish watching it." Hunk blew his nose. "Well, hurry up and finish watching it!" "Do you want me to send it to you?" "No! No no no, that's a private video. If Lance wanted other people to see it he would have sent it to us or posted it on Snapchat or something. He clearly only wanted you to see this." "But...why me?" "Because you're his friend, Keith. And you know better than any of us what it's like to have....family problems. And to run away. I think Lance needed someone who went through what he's going through. And tell him everything not to do." Keith couldn't help but chuckle. "You got me there. Did you tell Pidge what's going on? She can probably hack into his phone or something and find him."

"Good thinking, I should probably do that.....Watch the video? "Watching the video." Hunk breathed out in relief. "Thanks, Keith." "No problem, Hunk."

#wow i actually wrote more #and i have a plan woah #should probably be doing other things #voltron #vld #keith voltron #keith kogane #keith vld #lance voltron #lance mclain #lance vld #hunk garrett #hunk vld #hunk voltron #klance #fanfic

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chubbywangji · 7 years ago

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me: hey, brain, do you think we could come up with some chubby!Shiro idea that we could just toss off quickly as, idk, a palate cleanser

my douchebag brain:

douchebag brain: okay, so how about this. modern AU — Sheith, Shance, or Shklance, take your pick. Pidge just turned 21; Hunk, Lance, and Keith are 24 or going on it; Shiro, Matt, Allura, and Shay are like 27. Pidge and Matt developed some app game that makes a ton of money and are generally regarded as not having real jobs. Hunk is going to grad school to become a therapist. Shay is a local activist and community organizer and has to be kept from adopting all the puppies at the local ASPCA—

me: wait, that’s kind of—

douchebag brain: Allura, Lance, and Keith all work at the local department of parks and rec. Allura is being mentored by the assistant director, who totally isn’t Leslie Knope but she’s not NOT-Leslie Knope either — y’know, like how you love putting in random secondhand bookshop owners named Fell who happen to have flash bastard husbands but it’s not REALLY a Good Omens crossover—

me: I’m familiar with the concept of an easter egg, yes, but—

douchebag brain: So, Lance and Keith, then. Keith isn’t exactly the resident April Ludgate but baby boy is pretty much only working this job ’til he’s done with the great American sci-fi novel or makes it big with his band that is totally just Keith by himself or something. Lance, otoh, LOVES his job. He does a lot of youth outreach, public interfacing, canvassing for opinions, moderating at community meetings and public forums, and “otherwise bothering people,” in Keith’s words—

me: That’s great, but what about Shir—

douchebag brain: YES. SHIRO. He’s going to grad school, too, but this is probably a fairly recent turn of events. You know how I brought up secondhand bookshops with Good Omens easter egg owners? He works at one of those when he’s not in school. He really isn’t where he thought he was supposed to be in life, and a big reason why is that his life got derailed for a while by an abusive now-ex-boyfriend named Maurice—

me: Is Shiro’s ex supposed to be Sendak?

douchebag brain: Duh-doi.

me: ………Duh-doi what?

douchebag brain: Of course he’s supposed to be Sendak, loser. What else are you supposed to name a modern AU version of a guy named “Sendak” except for, “Maurice”?

me: *looks down at my “Where The Wild Things Are” t-shirt and sighs, but says nothing*

douchebag brain: Anyway, Shiro totally started grad school because he lost most of his sense of direction while working on recovery after he finally got a restraining order against Maurice, and his therapist was just like, “Bro…” because at a certain point, Shiro wasn’t making a lot of progress while working at the bookshop, going to the gym, and otherwise not really leaving his apartment unless Keith or one of his roomies made him—

me: Are his flatmates Allura/Shay and Matt? And Matt and Shiro used to date?

douchebag brain: You know it!

me: So where do the other ones live?

douchebag brain: Hunk, Lance, Pidge, and Keith regularly play roommate-swap because someone (usually Keith) decides that they need space from someone or other. But the usual arrangement is Hunk and Keith (because Keith needs to be reminded to eat, and Hunk likes having a roomie who does their own dishes, will join him for marathons of hilariously bad movies, and doesn’t have a chip on their shoulder about admitting that they love Legally Blonde) + Pidge and Lance (because they both play video games at ridiculous hours of the night and don’t mind enabling each other’s weird obsessive phases)

me: Okay, but what about Shiro. Let’s get back to him.

douchebag brain: Okay, at Pidge’s 21st birthday party, Keith and/or Lance notice(s) that Shiro has started to kinda get a tummy while going to grad school. It’s probably Lance who notices tbh, because Lance isn’t actually oblivious to details, and, “Oh hey, Shiro looks like he’s actually doing okay for once, and I mean, he’s always been hot, but like, he’s exceptionally so tonight, and… Wait, that shirt used to be looser on him, didn’t it, and…… Oh jeez, he has a tummy, when did that happen” is totally a detail that Lance would notice

me: And Keith doesn’t really notice until Lance points it out because he’s just happy that Shiro’s doing better, and then Lance goes, “Buddy, my man, what do you know about Shiro getting fat,” and Keith is like, “?? He isn’t, what are you even talking about,” and Lance is like, “Look! He has a tummy and omg, HOT??” and then both of them are suddenly Very Interested—

douchebag brain: YES GOOD EXACTLY. There, see, are you finally getting the point about working WITH me instead of complaining all the time?

me: ………Well, I would actually like to know how this is supposed to fulfill the, “short” thing?

douchebag brain:

douchebag brain: Hey, what do you think about Matt awkwardly trying to flirt with Hunk while Hunk doesn’t get that Matt is trying to flirt, and I don’t know, muffins are involved somehow, most likely

me: *shakes head; sarcastically* ……incredible. Absolutely incredible

#chubby voltron #chubby!shiro #mine: headcanons #headcanons #chubby shiro #text posts

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texanredrose · 7 years ago

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Thoughts on S3 of Voltron:

Part of me is super fucking happy we finally have a sensible, canon reason for why Keith pilots the Black Lion but wears red, Lance pilots the Red Lion but wears blue, and Allura pilots the Blue Lion but wears pink. Yes, this is still one of my biggest gripes about the original series, fuck you.

Hell fucking yes for Allura wearing pink not because it’s suitably ‘girly’ but because it’s a color of honor for Altea. Thank you. There’s not even a pink fucking lion why would there be a pink combat costume!?

Saw the evil!Alteans twist coming. Still, enjoyed the execution. Not everything is black and white- very good point to hammer home.

I LAUGHED SO HARD AT SVEN AND THE ‘SPACE HOSPITAL’ LINE. HOLY SHIT. But also, I wonder if people who never watched the American release are super fucking confused about that. STILL, BEST EPISODE FOR NOSTALGIA FACTOR ALONE.

Fuck you, Lotor. I don’t believe for a second you’re trying to do the same thing Zarkon did, but what you are planning is probably objectively worse. What’s even worse is, I think you can pull it off, fuck.

Actually, fuck Lotor altogether- and this isn’t a bad thing. Lotor in the American release was a hammy, dramatic, horny bastard obsessed with Allura and a huge fucking womanizer. This Lotor is fucking smart, fucking charming, fucking cold and calculating, and fucking likable in a way his predecessor wasn’t. As in, I liked the old Lotor getting his butt kicked, because he deserved it; this new one is like... I almost want to root for him, because he seems to have something more up his sleeve. I want him to bring his A game and I want Voltron to win, but if he ended up joining forces with Voltron? Wouldn’t complain.

His generals are wicked cool. Nice to see a bit of continuity with the weblum Galra. If she defects, also wouldn’t complain.

Also, like, fucking kudos for embracing that speculation that Haggar is/was Zarkon’s lover at one point. Did not think that would happen.

On that note: Zarkon flirts like Commander Shepard. End every conversation with “I must go” and you’re sure to get the girl. I think that’s hilarious.

Still not convinced that Haggar/Honerva is Lotor’s mother, though. While it makes sense in some respects, when he was conceived is still up in the air. I can buy the resurrected Haggar and Zarkon living for-fucking-ever because of direct quintessance exposure, but Lotor? Like, when? Were you conceived?? Because Haggar is snooping after you like a concerned mom, but she didn’t even remember her former life as Honurva, so it muddles things slightly. I feel like Alfor would’ve become, like, some sort of guardian to Lotor had he been born around the same time as Allura- which, huh, interesting AU idea, but anyway- and I don’t see zombie!Zarkon being super invested in reclaiming his son considering his detachment to Haggar/Honerva after resurrection. Still, maybe he got frozen in time somehow? Or Alteans have the fucking longest gestation period possible? And after Lotor was born Zarkon was like ‘hey, that’s my son’ and Haggar was like ‘seems legit’ and they just never discussed how he was conceived?

The Galra give babies war helms. Fuck yeah. Also, mimicking Lotor’s helm from the original, gfdi, that made me laugh.

I want more Lotor/Zarkon/Haggar/Galra backstory is what I’m saying, yes, please.

Zarkon was actually really cool before he died!? Like, you can tell that, yeah, he was in it for his people and his empire, but it seemed like his core motivation came down to love for his wife and fear of losing her. It’s Honerva’s obsession and exposure to quintessence that actually caused the whole debacle, and even then it’s due to her love for the science. Love is good but obsession is a dangerous route, and that’s a theme that should be explored more often in fiction.

Actually, just giving Zarkon a different motivation- seeing as ‘lust for power’ is the one character trait every iteration seems to share no matter what- is refreshing. He wasn’t originally manipulative or greedy or a terrible person; he was a genuinely good ruler of his people who got corrupted along the way. (Which makes keeping the caste based social structure of the Galra an interesting choice.) His relationship with Alfor was great to see, and I hope we get to see more flashbacks from his perspective down the road; this is entirely new territory, to my knowledge, so I’m all for getting MOAR.

I am a wee bit concerned about how much this ‘knowledge or death’ thing keeps popping up, though. Just because I think there should be another option or something, shit.

Are we going to follow up on Keith’s mom at all, now that I think about it? Would like that plot thread to reappear, thanks.

We can all agree this Shiro is a fucking clone, right? We’re all aware that this one is definitely not the original Shiro, right?

LET. PIDGE. FIND. MATT.

Lance, why did you think pick up lines would work on the Blue Lion? WtF?

ALLURA, WHY DID YOU THINK PICK UP LINES WOULD WORK ON THE BLUE LINE? SERIOUSLY WTF?

Hunk and Pidge, you continue to be amazing. Love you both.

The Keith and Lance character growth is pretty bomb.

All Blue Lion pilots are flirts; apparently, it’s canon.

All Yellow Lion pilots are amazed at being a leg.

Also, did Voltron name itself? It seems like it named its-fucking-self.

We got less Space Mice this time around. Which, frankly, I’m okay with, because I remember Snarf and sometimes it’s better to leave the animal sidekicks well enough alone.

Going back to Lotor: he hasn’t actually seen Allura yet. I have to admit, I am entirely surprised by this development. I thought for sure he’d capture the Blue Lion during one of the trap episodes. Color me impressed that not only did Allura outsmart him when her first iteration would’ve certainly been captured, she did so without being directly aided by anyone else. God, why couldn’t I have grown up with this Allura?

Another note: really happy to see Allura’s first effort piloting a Lion had the same overall ‘oh shit oh shit oh shit’ tone but wasn’t her stealing the fucker or being inept for no reason.

I love all the Generals. All of them. Did I mention this already?

Also, kudos to having the recently liberated people not super thrilled about the Blade of Momora. Liked that touch, even if it sucks for them. Poor good Galra.

Okay, so, now that we’ve got most of the cast- aside from one-offs and the whole of Planet Pollux and we should probably avoid that whole debacle altogether- in their appropriate places, I think I might be able to be surprised more often than not. Thank. God.

I am ready for October!

#Voltron #Voltron spoilers #TRR reviews

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purplehoots · 8 years ago

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MY REFLECTION SO FAR ON SEASON 2 *SPOILERS WARNING*

Again just to let everyone know this post is going to contain some heavy spoiler related material so you have been warned!!!

Also these spoilers are not really in a specific order,I’m sorry

So I just stayed up most of the night to watch S2 and let me tell you HOLY SHIT that was a fucking ride! Episode 1 alone was amazing and had so much Shiro! SHIRO FTW!!! Also bad they really roughed him up though,which I kinda enjoyed cause I’m a sick bastard.

FUCKING CORAN,this dude becomes more and more precious and amazing,that aging sequence was fucking hilarious

OMG all the fucking references!!! Dragon Ball Z,Trigun,Gundam,Gurren Lagann,Paul Blart Mall cop,Evangelion!!! I’m sure I missed some but I know theres more but still holy fuck New Aliens species are super dope! I’m really enjoying all these new character designs

Fucking Planets and space are full of color and so unique! I’m a little bummed that Allura had to stay in the Castle of Lions for the majority of the season,thats a fucking bummer :/

Pidge is a gamer nerd,my life is complete also shes such an freakin adorable tech geek Playstation/Nintendo reference!!! Holy Shit! Galra Keith is canon! How do ya like that! Shiro was the reason they were being tracked which I kinda figured all along also we finally get to see how he escaped! Ulaz was fucking cool I have officially decided to sell all my worldly possessions and join the Blade of Marmora,those dude are fucking cool ass space ninja’s,I wanna be a space ninja UGHHHHHHH!!! I NEED MORE FLASHBACKS OF YOUNG ZARKON AND KING ALFOR PRETTY PLEASE I MUST KNOW MORE!!! Hunk was a bit too hungry this season and less engineery however his cooking skills are legit af I’m super happy to see all the Paladin’s use their cool gadgets and lion weapons

Coran was that suppose to be a Yuri on Ice references either that scene was fucking priceless Yay! the Bamerans are back! Aww Shay asking for Hunk (I ship it) Well shit people are dying left and right... Keith is obviously having an identity crisis but doesn't know how to play it cool DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMN Keith yo daddy is fine as hell!!!

Gundam/Gurren lagann Space Fight!!! I FUCKING KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO SHIRO,I FUCKING KNEW IT AND FELT IT,they pulled a classic Voltron Son of a bitch!!! Oh Thank God,I was kinda sad at first that Zarkon was dead but he’s alive cool

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Shit Prince Lotor!!! I need 10 thousand copies of that Zarkon poster STAT These other Galra commanders are pretty fucking cool especially the one on Taujeer,his expressions are amazing! That is one scary fucking translator but super effective WHERE.THE.ACTUAL.FUCK.DID.SHIRO.GO?!?!?

#phew #wow what a season #not disappointed #only a few things bugged me #otherwise it was fucking glorious #voltron legendary defender #spoilers #voltron spoilers #vld #beware #message me so we can cry together #vld s2 spoilers

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loml-zuko · 7 years ago

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Lance: Um... What’s up, guys?

Shiro: You know why we’re here, Lance.

Lance: I really don’t?

Pidge: This is for your own good. We’ve let you continue this toxic behavior for far too long... This is an intervention.

Lance: Okay, I’m honestly lost? Are you talking about my flirting? ‘Cause like, I don’t think it’s that bad-

Allura: While your tendency to flirt is, admittedly, tiring, that’s not why we’ve called this meeting.

Hunk: Lance... You’ve gotta stop calling things ‘sexy.’ Like, at first it was hilarious - Well, at least I thought it was - But now it’s...

Coran: You’ve taken to calling EVERYTHING ‘sexy.’ Those Galra droids we fought the other day, the goo at last night’s dinner, the hideous bastardization of life that tried to swallow us alive on that cursed planet a few days ago- We have to draw the line somewhere, Lance.

Lance: Guys, c’mon! You’re making this waaaay bigger than it needs to be, I’ve got everything under control.

Keith: Not really. You’ve become even more annoying than usual lately.

Lance: That wasn’t very sexy of you, Keith >:/

Lance: ...

Lance: Wait. Oh my god.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years ago

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Caramel Skin update...

Over the next week Lance steadily improved. That had a lot to do with Daehra and less to do with traditional Earth medicine. Lance’s team had finally arrived, bringing the Talula when they’d come to Earth, Daehra had continued to make onboard improvements as she scolded them for giving birth in “such an unsafe place” and “where she couldn’t provide assistance even though they could have called her”, though that wasn’t what had helped Lance. As loathe as Keith was to allowed her, she’d given Lance a carefully measured half-dose of the golden painkiller in order to speed up his healing process after Lance’s doctors started lowering his pain medication. Whether something had come up about Lance’s history during their talks to Coran or whether they’d simply thought it time, Keith didn’t know, only that one day they were pumping Lance with painkillers and the next he was receiving a half dosage that left him semi-numb, but not numb enough to alleviate the feeling between his husband’s legs. His husband was left constantly uncomfortable, no matter the position he tried, Keith ordered to play body pillow in Lance’s pursuit for a pain free spot. Again, Keith wasn’t Lance. He wasn’t able to gauge how Lance felt from a physical aspect, only what his husband told him and he liked to believe that if Lance felt he was slipping back into bad habits that his husband would have told him as he’d done when he’d slipped up before. He and Lance both knew allowing pain medication to begin with would be risky, but didn’t have a good excuse to deny the medication without confessing. The half-Galra felt sick to his stomach for drugging Lance, as if he was no better than the vile bastards who’d hurt him, but he also felt... he felt relieved. The day after the injection his husband had woken able to move. He’d been able to hold his sons, both their boys, crying softly over how long he’d been made to wait for proper cuddles, or at least Keith thought he was as most of what his husband was saying was in Spanish. For hours Lance had sat there that first day, Laith and Hunter in his arms as he sang softly. Each time his scent would shift to an anxious sickly smell, he’d look up to Keith. With a soft smile, his husband would return it brightly as the marks on his cheeks grew brighter, tell him how happy he was, then look back to their boys and was back off in a world of them three of them. If the medical staff had noticed the unknown substance in Lance’s system, they hadn’t made mention of it, only that he was “healing remarkably well”, which Keith would take any day of the week over Lance in chronic pain... even with the possibility of the scarring causing future complications. He wanted to live in the now and enjoy the fact that his family was safe and happy. With Lance healing nicely, the conversation had moved to when his next surgery was. The date settling two weeks later with the procedure taking place on Erathus. With the date then set, the medical team deemed it was time to work on Lance regaining strength and independence. He was still very weak, sudden movements made his flinch and without Coran in their corner Lance would have been sentenced to stay cooped up. His husband was allowed up to shower, with the use of a shower chair. Keith was allowed to “help” but when it came to Lance’s more intimate areas, his husband’s face had clouded with guilt as he’d whimpered away from Keith’s touch. He wasn’t ready to let anyone touch between his legs, nor was he any better at handling being examined there. With a returned consciousness of his surrounds sleeping had also become an issue. Keith had forced himself not to hold Lance every time he slept, not until after the injection. Sometimes he’d sit up waiting for the nightmares, other times he’d accidentally fall asleep, then wake to Lance softly crying for him. Kosmo had used the bed Krolia had gotten placed in the room more than he had, still very protective of Lance and growing gradually more and more protective of the twins. He hated hearing them crying, that was one sure way to get him off the bed and cowering under it, but their fur son was getting better. Lots of pats from Lance seemed to do the trick so well that Keith had started thinking maybe Kosmo was putting on act for more pats. The first time Lance had used the bathroom his husband described as “feeling like his insides were falling out his arse” and “he’d try again tomorrow”. Keith sympathised, unable to do anything other than wait outside under Lance’s orders. He was sure he’d ever want to use the bathroom again, much less look at a toilet the same way, if he’d been the one giving birth. Lance then looked ready to die of embarrassment when the medical staff enquired into what happened in the bathroom. Keith was sure if he could have been kicked out for the questioning he would have. Or at least Lance would have preferred he had his ears covered. Anything that meant his husband didn’t have to listen to the details. Walls had gone back up between them in some aspects, though he had to mentally agree that he didn’t need to know the exact details of his husband going to the toilet, only that he’d survived the encounter and nothing had hurt too badly or bled. They had enough to worry about without the toilet becoming some new mental burden. At least Shiro and Curtis weren’t there for the conversation. The Atlas had been called in to deal with the clean up from dealing with the rebel faction at the request of Kolivan. There were people that needed help with rehabilitation after the death of the faction leader. Krolia had asked if she should stay, but honestly Keith had been looking forward to being able to spend time with his husband and their sons. Miriam has already returned to Cuba, Daehra and Lucteal were also down there under the insistence of Marco. Today Pidge would be flying them down to rendezvous with Lance’s team, which was only allowed due to Coran’s insistance over Daehra’s medical skill, and assurance that Lance would be in safe hands. Now he was packing to leave, Lance’s room had transformed into something that wouldn’t look out of place in the most extravagant of gift stores, as Lance watched on with the corner of his lips turned down, neither of them would miss the Garrison’s medical wing, especially Lance who was still convinced they didn’t want him there. Despite being surrounded by expensive and extensive gifts, the only thing Lance really wanted in the space was their family. * Lance knew they were going somewhere. He knew they’d had to have talked about it, yet he couldn’t remember. Just like he couldn’t remember his parents leaving, Marco visiting and whatever the details of this trip were. Keith was being overly attentive, struck by some kind of anxiety as he pushed the wheelchair Lance was being trying hardest not to be annoyed over being stuck in. Resting against his shoulders, his sons were both awake. Hunter was blowing spit bubbles against his neck, while Laith had a weak grip on the loose shirt he was wearing. They’d had to have talked about their boys, but again it was something he couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember a lot of things, then other things he could only remember in fragments. He remembered giving birth. He remembered that’d hurt like quiznak, yet he couldn’t remember how’d he gotten to the Garrison. They’d said he’d had seizures, yet he couldn’t remember those. His head was busy, yet it was like watching an out of tune television with nothing sticking. He wanted to remember. He wanted to remember every single moment since their sons finally came into their lives. Maybe it was how mesmerising they were that was leaving him dopey to the rest of reality. They were both so tiny, yet so big. Wide purple eyes stared up at him like they knew he was their mother... father... whatever he was. Wide purple eyes so much like Keith’s that his heart clenched each time they stared up at him. They were amazing. So soft and pure, so warm and heavy in his hold. He never wanted to let them go... but at the same time... he was so fucking scared. Scared by the holes in his memory. Scared of having a seizure and... and forgetting that they’d even existed. Scared of having a seizure while holding them. Keith seemed to be the only one who trusted him to hold them. To hold them and to “help” take care of them. Keith was a natural with them. For all his fears his husband was amazing. He was gentle, so very gentle, someone had taught him how to change a nappy and how to bathe them. Each little cry was met by a fussing Keith. Lance knew he should be happy, and he was that the boys had such an attentive father, but... but it fucking hurt not to be able to be the one to hold them when they cried. Not to be the one feeding them as they drank down hungrily from their bottles. His breasts ached with the need to feed them, yet he wasn’t allowed and he wasn’t sure he knew why he wasn’t. All he wanted was to be the best father he could for his sons. Keith continued to fill the silence the whole way to the hangar, Pidge all smiles as he wheeled him over to where she was waiting “What took you losers so long? I could been there and back by now. And how are my favourite minions?” Lance hung his head. Was it his fault? He didn’t know if it was his fault... He didn’t know what they had planned, only that he wanted to go for another nap with his boys. Nudging his shoulder, Kosmo let him know he was panicking with a wet nose and small whine. He had the best fur son “You’re not funny, Gremlin. We’re late because you, and everyone else, decided we needed our own personal gift shop” Pidge wrinkled her nose “Booo! I’m hilarious. Besides, we couldn’t help ourselves, for a couple of losers you make cute minions. Buuuuuuuut, if you’re going to be like that I’ll send you the bill” “You’re still not funny. Lance is still healing and your lameness is likely to do him. Are we ready to go?” Pidge faked offence before cackling “Look at you making jokes. Being a father’s worked wonders for your personality” “Lance has worked wonders for my personality, haven’t you, babe?” Dropping a kiss on his head, Lance just hummed. It was as non-committal as he could get “Right. That’s enough love. Keep it above the belt guys. I love my new minions, but I don’t need another pair just yet. Time to get you down to Cuba!” Lance’s head shot up, Cuba!? They were going to see his family? Why hadn’t Keith told him they were going to see his family? He wouldn’t have had to worry... Well, he would, but he’d be seeing his Mami again. He wanted to see his Mami. He wanted to see his Papi and apologise for all the times he made him worry when he was kid. The twins could finally meet his pop-pop and his abuela... and see Nadia, and Sylvio, and Juana. She’s be so big now. He hadn’t seen her in nearly a year. He’d barely talked to Luis... His brother probably found him gross. He kind of was. He wasn’t meant to be able to give birth. He shouldn’t be alive. He wasn’t meant to come back, but Allura has brought him back. He was back and now he had two children that’d be brandished as freakish as him. Maybe they shouldn’t be going to Cuba. He didn’t want to cause trouble for his family. He didn’t want his family on edge or splintering again. He didn’t want to make trouble there if everyone was happy. He didn’t want to put his Mami in the middle of things. Wherever he went he’d be causing problems for people. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to go to Cuba... He just... he didn’t want to be a burden “Babe? You ready? Mami says she’s got everything set up for us” So he was the last to know? Or had he known and forgotten? Dios. If he wasn’t so stupid he’d know. If he wasn’t so stupid he wouldn’t be making Keith worry. He didn’t want Keith to worry. His husband was probably nervous over staying in Cuba with his family... Mami and Papi adored Keith, but if Veronica came home she’d pick a fight with him. She’d pick a fight leaving Acxa caught up in his family drama. Rachel... He honestly didn’t know how Rachel would feel. She was excited to be a tia. She wasn’t exactly maternal, but she loved her family fiercely. What if... what if she didn’t like the boys? Or what if she got mad at Keith because he gave birth in a “bad place”. Whining softly, Kosmo dropped to lay on his stomach beside the wheelchair. Recognising Lance was panicking before he had “Pidge, why don’t you fire up the pod. I’ll get Lance and the twins on board” “Finnnne. But only because if we don’t get out of here soon, mother dearest is going to track me down and make me go to class. You two have no idea how stressful it is working with your mother. She won’t even call me Pidge. Noooo. It’s “Katie, wear a dress”, “Katie, why weren’t you at dinner last night? Don’t tell me you were in your lab again”, “Katie! Don’t think you’re running off to space again without telling me where you’re going”, “Catherine! You’re supposed to be teaching! You cannot make your students double check the security protocols of illegally downloaded Coalition data”. Honestly. She’s as bad as Lance when he used to send me to bed” “Lance used to send you to bed?” Pidge’s rolled eyes bled into her tone “He sure did. He was all like “Gremlins need sleep too”, and “Pidge, don’t make me have Coran lock you out of your lab”. Pidge is going to start the pod. Don’t take too long, I’m hiding as it is” “We won’t. I just need a moment with Lance before we go” Leaving them, Keith lifted one of their sons off his shoulder as he crouched down in front of the wheelchair “Babe? Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Nope. Nope, he didn’t want to admit anything. Not when it’d hurt Keith. Resting their son on his shoulder, Keith placed his free hand on Lance’s knee “Is it Cuba? Are you anxious? Mami is ready for us” “I’m fine... just tired” He was. He was tired of forgetting things “You can have a nap when we get there. Miriam’s made up a room for us. She’s excited we’re coming down. Jorge was great with the boys. He even looked after Korra for Mum. He’s been really good with them and he’s really happy we’re coming to stay” They were? They both were? Keith hadn’t said anything about his siblings... Was Rachel even home? What would Lisa think? “Sorry... I didn’t mean to make you worry. I’m just... really tired” Keith seemed sceptical but let it slide, squeezing his knee “I know you are. Your body went through a huge shock, you’re alright now and I’m here. The drugs in your system really knocked you around, but we’ll be there for the next week, meaning plenty of time to rest. And these little boys are just fine too. We’ll take a nap together when we get to Cuba, Mami will probably have to fight Jorge for who gets the first cuddles. You just have to stay awake a little longer, babe, then we’ll nap. Okay?” Lance nodded... He wished he could feel as okay with everything as Keith did. He thought he’d be nervous but evidently not. He was sure he’d missed something there too. His family adored Keith, but for Keith to let them in, to accept he was loved and wanted... it was a huge step for his husband in all the right ways. Naturally his Mami would have shoved her love down Keith’s throat until he had no choice to accept it... Lance just wished he could remember the moment that Keith finally accepted he had a permanent Keith sized space in his family forever. Rising to his feet, Keith held his hand out to him “Let’s go, Sharpshooter” Taking Keith’s hand, Lance was sure he was going to regret this. * The flight down to Cuba was uneventful other than the twins serenading then mid flight. Pidge’s love for “her minions” decreased as both boys wailed their discontent over the short trip. Being a seasoned pilot, Keith had grown use to the occasional and random “popping” of his ears due to pressure. His poor sons had never flown before, so were left unhappy with the changing altitude. No amount of hushing or bottom patting calmed them, Lance in tears as he rocked Hunter and reassured him that he was sorry and that he only had to endure the pain a little longer. Though the pod was small, Keith had hoped to maybe talk to Lance about his anxieties before they landed. Miriam was cooking a large family dinner for them all in celebration of Lance’s, albeit temporary, release from hospital. Rachel would be staying at the town house during their stay, not wanting to crowd Lance. Luis and Lisa would be there too for the evening, Nadia thrilled to meet the twins even if she didn’t understand how her uncle was now a father without a mother. It wasn’t exactly something that was easily explained away, especially when Lance still looked pregnant. He wasn’t exactly as large as he had been, but he wasn’t flat either. Tomorrow they’d be meeting with Lance’s grandparent so Keith had been sure to pack the onesies they’d been gifted. The half-Galra was quite sure that if it hadn’t been for Miriam’s love and support he would have been as scared as his husband seemed to be over their return. Landing the pod near the family farmhouse, Pidge was the first one out the door without comment, snagging the two bags Keith had packed on the way. Kosmo took some gentle nudging with his booted foot before his fur son sulked out the pod. Discovering freedom he teleported away from his crying brothers. Sitting in the passenger seat, Lance hadn’t seemed to notice they’d landed, let alone the door was open to where Miriam was rushing out to meet them. Marco yelling something in the distance as Keith awkwardly hung back, not completely sure how to proceed. His boys were screaming their lungs out, his instincts screaming just as loudly to protect them, yet his husband was a tangled mass of nerves. He only had two hands, and both were taken up trying to calm Laith. Their sons had been relatively quiet, much quieter than he’d expected, and this whole screaming thing had hit notes louder and longer than he thought two tiny babies could wait. Tears were already welled unshed in his eyes from not being able to take the altitude pressure away from his little boys. It broke his heart to hear them cry like they were. It broke his heart further that Lance was scared to come home, especially after he’d seemed so happy to before. Coming to his rescue, Mami didn’t shy away from a screaming Laith. Her gentle hand resting on Keith’s shoulder as she placed her other hand on Laith’s head “Oh dear, oh dear my sweet nieto. What is wrong my love?” “His ears popped with the change in pressure” It was the only excuse Keith had. The pod should have withstood the change in pressure just fine. Miriam sighed softly “Give him to me, he’ll settle down in no time. We’re all seasoned professionals here. Marco! Come help your brothers!” Taking Laith, Miriam kissed his beanied head, hushing Laith before passing him off to Marco. Pulling a face at his nephew, Marco left his nose wrinkled, Laith screaming louder at his uncle than he had at his grandmother “What did you do to him!? Was that daddy of yours picking on you? You come tell your Uncle Marco all your worries. I’ll protect you from your mean parents” Keith’s weird instincts were insulted at Marco’s joking. He knew it was a joke and he was grateful Mami had freed up his hands, but now he didn’t know how to approach Lance “His ears. Take him up to the house and get him settled” “Pffft. I do know how to take care of a baby. I used to take care of Lance” “And you never dropped him? Not even once” Marco’s cheeks reddened “It’s not my fault babies are so squishy. Keith, I’ll see you up the house. Star’s been talking all morning about your arrival” For a tick, then a second and third, Keith wracked his brains before remembering that “Star” was Daehra “You drop my son and I’ll drop you into the nearest star personally” Backing out the pod, Marco made a show of being careful. Now left with Lance, he didn’t want to take Hunter away from him “Is he alright?” Asked softly, Mami was staring at Lance who still yet to move. The sigh that escaped his throat was an unwanted traitor “All new mums need some time to adjust. Would you like me to take Hunter?” “How do you know he’s holding Hunter?” Keith didn’t like to admit but more than once he’d relied on Hunter’s birthmark to tell them apart “A grandmother’s intuition” There was a touch of mischief in Miriam’s eyes leading Keith to guess she’d gotten lucky with her guess “I don’t want to seperate them... He’s... nervous about coming home” “Of course he is. You should have seen when we brought Luis home from for the first time. Jorge was tripping over himself fo make sure everything was baby proof and perfect” “If I hadn’t seen him with Korra and the boys I wouldn’t have been able to picture that. It might be better to just give us a moment? If that’s alright? He was pretty tired before we left. But he also talks more when he is... but he wasn’t talking so I think it’s more anxiety than anything...” That and his husband scent wasn’t exactly pleasant in such a small space “You take your time. Marco may act like an idiot but he’s just as good as Lance with the little ones. Veronica and Rachel are the ones with no patience. I’ve made up his old room, I thought a bit of familiarity would help him settle” Turning to his mother-in-law, Keith wrapped his arms around her. Miriam quick to return the brief hug. The action didn’t even cross his mind as being weird. He was happy to see her again. Happy she was still... that she was still her, no matter the change in setting “Thanks, Mami” “It’s quite alright. You boys come up when you’re ready. Pidge said she’s staying until dinner” “That’s probably because she’s skipping out on work again” “Oh dear. Colleen will be on the phone before I know it. I better give her a call and let her know” “Better you than me” Miriam gave a light laugh “Don’t worry, she scares me too. I’ll see you soon” Left in privacy, Keith squeezed himself into the small amount of space between the pilots seat and passenger seat. Trying to crouch wasn’t going to happen, leaving him leaning awkwardly over his husband. Placing his hand over Lance’s, Lance was forced to stop patting Hunter’s back. His face downward leaving Keith looking at the top of his head “Babe, we’re here now. It’s time to get out the pod” Not responding to him, Keith tried a little louder. Hunter was making taking a careful approach hard with his vocal talents “Babe? Lance, can you hear me? We’re in Cuba” Jolting as if he’d been woken from a nap, big blue eyes looked up at him as tears raced down his cheeks “K-Keith?” Choking his name, Lance sniffled loudly as he continued trying to calm Hunter “Babe. Here, let me take him so you can get up. We’re in Cuba now” Lance turned his gaze back to their son, letting out a shuddering breath before hiding his face completely against their baby boy “He won’t stop crying... I-I’m sorry...” “It’s not your fault. They just didn’t like the flight down. Once we get them up to the house and settled they’ll be happy. Then you can have cuddles while you rest” Lance continued to weep for a few long moments, then finally shook his head “I can’t... I can’t... You take him... I can’t...” Taking Hunter from Lance, the guilt on Lance’s face was too much. Moving to make space he’d had to move towards the open entrance so Lance would be able to manoeuvre himself out of the tiny cockpit. Waiting until his husband reached him, when Keith went to wrap his arm around Lance’s waist his husband slapped his hand away, before covering his mouth. The Cuban was supposed to be taking things slowly, yet that didn’t stop him as he fled. Striding after him, Lance refused to slow down. Passing through the open front door his husband was already halfway up the stairs by the time Keith made it to the door mat, careful not to walk too fast and jostle their boy, while also trying not to let Lance out his sights. For a man who’d been laid up in a hospital bed and then stuck shuffling around, Lance was far too spry for Keith’s heart. Disappearing completely, Keith waited for the thud of a slammed door, yet it failed to come. Rising from the arm of the sofa she’d been sitting on, Mami came to his side. Holding out her hands, Keith passed Hunter over to her semi-reluctantly. Laith, who’d seemed to have started to settle was drawn back into the screaming duet by his brother “Mijo?” Still watching the stairs more than his mother-in-law, Keith wanted to be up there right now. Feeling Miriam’s hand on his arm, he forced his attention to her “Sorry, Mami. He... feels pretty bad that Hunter didn’t enjoy the flight” Mami sighed softly, but not softly enough for it to be drowned out “That boy. He can’t control everything. They’ll be just fine once they settle. Will you check on him?” “Yeah. I need to make sure he hasn’t had a seizure... I might try and make him have a nap... It’s... it’s not easy listening them to cry” “It never is, but you can’t blame yourselves. They’ll cry, then sleep, then it’ll be like it never happened. Babies are like that” Keith swallowed down the lump in his throat. He felt quiznakking awful that they’d cried so hard. Lance had been off since before they landed, and now he was a wreck “Thanks, Mami. I’m grateful for you help. I have no idea what I’m doing” Miriam gave a soft laugh “You’re doing your best to muddle your way through this. Just remember, the only person who expects you to be the perfect parent is you. As long as you love them then you’re already doing your best. You’re part of this family now. You and Lance aren’t alone in this” “I know. I know you’ve told me enough times. Um... I’ll be back as soon as... it feels weird leaving them” “All parents feel that too. I promise they’ll be just fine. Let me work my magic and you’ll see” “I didn’t think you’d believe in magic” “It’s something Lance used to say. My magic made the pain go away” Keith felt the smile creeping onto his lips. He could picture Lance with a skinned knee and Miriam kissing the wound so the pain would go away. How he wished he’d known Lance when he was a gangly little kid. He wished he’d seen all those moments his husband was proud of and all those family trips he’d talked about “He’s always been smarter than he gave himself credit for. Can you let everyone know he’s ok, just tired and a little stressed from our boys?” “We all know what it’s like. No explanation required. Now off with you. I’ve got my two gorgeous grandsons to tend to” Heading upstairs Keith checked the bathroom on the way, grateful to find it devoid of his husband. Following Lance’s lingering scent, he found himself at Lance closed door. Knocking lightly, so as not to scare Lance by suddenly throwing the door open, Keith then let himself into the room. The creaking of the hinges made it impossible to remain quiet, leaving him giving up the idea of a stealthy approach. Curled up on top of the covers Kosmo had found his way back to his human, Lance with his back towards the door and Kosmo with his head resting on the Cuban’s hip “Babe?” Calling softly, Lance sniffled loudly in reply. Moving over to the bed, he didn’t want to startle Lance by shoving his way between his husband and their son, nor did he want Lance to feel pressured into talking if he needed to sort his head space out before he could find the words. Sitting himself down on the floor beside the bed, he rested his hand close but not touching Lance’s right hand. With another sniffle Lance took his hand and squeezed it hard “I’m sorry” “Shhhh. Hey, you don’t need to be sorry” “I couldn’t stop him from crying...” “I couldn’t stop Laith either” “I don’t know why he was crying. Did I do something wrong?!” Raising Lance’s hand, Keith kissed the back of it “No babe. I guess you lucked out and your ears didn’t pop when we left the garrison” Wiping at his messy face with his sleeve, Lance kept blinking at him through his tears “D-did yours?” “Yeah. I’ve been Earth bound so long my body forgot what it was like to catch a pod” Keith’s voice wobbled slightly, his joking tone fell flat as Lance cried harder “Hey, babe, what’s wrong? It is just the twins? Or is it your anxieties? You can tell me and you can tell me if it’s too much to talk about right now. I won’t be mad... Is your head all busy?” “R-red... oh god, I’m so s-sorry” Keith wanted to climb up and wrap his arms around his husband and kiss his pain away. Instead he forced himself to stay down on the floor, rubbing circles on the back of Lance’s hand with the pad of his thumb “That bad? Do you wanna take a nap? Marco’s got Laith and Miriam has Hunter. Both of them are calming now the feeling’s passed” Lance nodded, his bottom lip wouldn’t stop quivering “Okay. Do you want me to stay? We can cuddle?” Lance blinked at him again, not giving much away with his expression “I... I need to... need to calm down...” “I don’t mind going. Kosmo’s right here with you. And I’ll be right downstairs if you need me... but that’s only if that’s what you need. If you want me to stay you better expect the best cuddles of your life” “I... wanna... I...” “You wanna be alone. That’s fine. I love you and whatever your brain is telling you isn’t true. It’s being a total dick, because you’re the most amazing and beautiful person I know” Lance snorted than grimaced at the snot bubble “I’m sorry” “Enough apologies. You take your time” Taking his hand back, Lance slid it under his pillow. His husband seemed far too fragile as he tried to curl up further. Forcing himself up Keith found a blanket draped over a the chair in the corner, beside the cot he hadn’t noticed before. Retrieving it, the half-Galra tucked his husband in around Kosmo, before kissing him on the forehead. He’d have to wait a little while until Lance had fallen asleep then sneak back up to keep an eye on him. He didn’t want Lance to think he’d been abandoned simply because they were back in his childhood home. All of this sucked. Telling himself it was simply a hiccup didn’t make him feel any better about it at all. Lance needed to rest and recuperate, not be taunted by his traitorous mind. His whole family needed to rest. He’d never tell Miriam, but now he was left wondering if the cabin would have been a better place to let Lance have some breathing space.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years ago

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain... cutting this chapter here

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With Lance healing nicely, the conversation had moved to when his next surgery was. The date settling two weeks later with the procedure taking place on Erathus. With the date then set, the medical team deemed it was time to work on Lance regaining strength and independence. He was still very weak, sudden movements made his flinch and without Coran in their corner Lance would have been sentenced to stay cooped up. His husband was allowed up to shower, with the use of a shower chair. Keith was allowed to “help” but when it came to Lance’s more intimate areas, his husband’s face had clouded with guilt as he’d whimpered away from Keith’s touch. He wasn’t ready to let anyone touch between his legs, nor was he any better at handling being examined there. With a returned consciousness of his surrounds sleeping had also become an issue. Keith had forced himself not to hold Lance every time he slept, not until after the injection. Sometimes he’d sit up waiting for the nightmares, other times he’d accidentally fall asleep, then wake to Lance softly crying for him. Kosmo had used the bed Krolia had gotten placed in the room more than he had, still very protective of Lance and growing gradually more and more protective of the twins. He hated hearing them crying, that was one sure way to get him off the bed and cowering under it, but their fur son was getting better. Lots of pats from Lance seemed to do the trick so well that Keith had started thinking maybe Kosmo was putting on act for more pats. The first time Lance had used the bathroom his husband described as “feeling like his insides were falling out his arse” and “he’d try again tomorrow”. Keith sympathised, unable to do anything other than wait outside under Lance’s orders. He was sure he’d ever want to use the bathroom again, much less look at a toilet the same way, if he’d been the one giving birth. Lance then looked ready to die of embarrassment when the medical staff enquired into what happened in the bathroom. Keith was sure if he could have been kicked out for the questioning he would have. Or at least Lance would have preferred he had his ears covered. Anything that meant his husband didn’t have to listen to the details. Walls had gone back up between them in some aspects, though he had to mentally agree that he didn’t need to know the exact details of his husband going to the toilet, only that he’d survived the encounter and nothing had hurt too badly or bled. They had enough to worry about without the toilet becoming some new mental burden. At least Shiro and Curtis weren’t there for the conversation. The Atlas had been called in to deal with the clean up from dealing with the rebel faction at the request of Kolivan. There were people that needed help with rehabilitation after the death of the faction leader. Krolia had asked if she should stay, but honestly Keith had been looking forward to being able to spend time with his husband and their sons. Miriam has already returned to Cuba, Daehra and Lucteal were also down there under the insistence of Marco. Today Pidge would be flying them down to rendezvous with Lance’s team, which was only allowed due to Coran’s insistance over Daehra’s medical skill, and assurance that Lance would be in safe hands. Now he was packing to leave, Lance’s room had transformed into something that wouldn’t look out of place in the most extravagant of gift stores, as Lance watched on with the corner of his lips turned down, neither of them would miss the Garrison’s medical wing, especially Lance who was still convinced they didn’t want him there. Despite being surrounded by expensive and extensive gifts, the only thing Lance really wanted in the space was their family.

Lance knew they were going somewhere. He knew they’d had to have talked about it, yet he couldn’t remember. Just like he couldn’t remember his parents leaving, Marco visiting and whatever the details of this trip were. Keith was being overly attentive, struck by some kind of anxiety as he pushed the wheelchair Lance was being trying hardest not to be annoyed over being stuck in. Resting against his shoulders, his sons were both awake. Hunter was blowing spit bubbles against his neck, while Laith had a weak grip on the loose shirt he was wearing.

They’d had to have talked about their boys, but again it was something he couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember a lot of things, then other things he could only remember in fragments. He remembered giving birth. He remembered that’d hurt like quiznak, yet he couldn’t remember how’d he gotten to the Garrison. They’d said he’d had seizures, yet he couldn’t remember those. His head was busy, yet it was like watching an out of tune television with nothing sticking. He wanted to remember. He wanted to remember every single moment since their sons finally came into their lives. Maybe it was how mesmerising they were that was leaving him dopey to the rest of reality. They were both so tiny, yet so big. Wide purple eyes stared up at him like they knew he was their mother... father... whatever he was. Wide purple eyes so much like Keith’s that his heart clenched each time they stared up at him. They were amazing. So soft and pure, so warm and heavy in his hold. He never wanted to let them go... but at the same time... he was so fucking scared. Scared by the holes in his memory. Scared of having a seizure and... and forgetting that they’d even existed. Scared of having a seizure while holding them. Keith seemed to be the only one who trusted him to hold them. To hold them and to “help” take care of them. Keith was a natural with them. For all his fears his husband was amazing. He was gentle, so very gentle, someone had taught him how to change a nappy and how to bathe them. Each little cry was met by a fussing Keith. Lance knew he should be happy, and he was that the boys had such an attentive father, but... but it fucking hurt not to be able to be the one to hold them when they cried. Not to be the one feeding them as they drank down hungrily from their bottles. His breasts ached with the need to feed them, yet he wasn’t allowed and he wasn’t sure he knew why he wasn’t. All he wanted was to be the best father he could for his sons.

Keith continued to fill the silence the whole way to the hangar, Pidge all smiles as he wheeled him over to where she was waiting

“What took you losers so long? I could been there and back by now. And how are my favourite minions?”

Lance hung his head. Was it his fault? He didn’t know if it was his fault... He didn’t know what they had planned, only that he wanted to go for another nap with his boys. Nudging his shoulder, Kosmo let him know he was panicking with a wet nose and small whine. He had the best fur son

“You’re not funny, Gremlin. We’re late because you, and everyone else, decided we needed our own personal gift shop”

Pidge wrinkled her nose

“Booo! I’m hilarious. Besides, we couldn’t help ourselves, for a couple of losers you make cute minions. Buuuuuuuut, if you’re going to be like that I’ll send you the bill”

“You’re still not funny. Lance is still healing and your lameness is likely to do him. Are we ready to go?”

Pidge faked offence before cackling

“Look at you making jokes. Being a father’s worked wonders for your personality”

“Lance has worked wonders for my personality, haven’t you, babe?”

Dropping a kiss on his head, Lance just hummed. It was as non-committal as he could get

“Right. That’s enough love. Keep it above the belt guys. I love my new minions, but I don’t need another pair just yet. Time to get you down to Cuba!”

Lance’s head shot up, Cuba!? They were going to see his family? Why hadn’t Keith told him they were going to see his family? He wouldn’t have had to worry... Well, he would, but he’d be seeing his Mami again. He wanted to see his Mami. He wanted to see his Papi and apologise for all the times he made him worry when he was kid. The twins could finally meet his pop-pop and his abuela... and see Nadia, and Sylvio, and Juana. She’s be so big now. He hadn’t seen her in nearly a year. He’d barely talked to Luis... His brother probably found him gross. He kind of was. He wasn’t meant to be able to give birth. He shouldn’t be alive. He wasn’t meant to come back, but Allura has brought him back. He was back and now he had two children that’d be brandished as freakish as him. Maybe they shouldn’t be going to Cuba. He didn’t want to cause trouble for his family. He didn’t want his family on edge or splintering again. He didn’t want to make trouble there if everyone was happy. He didn’t want to put his Mami in the middle of things. Wherever he went he’d be causing problems for people. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to go to Cuba... He just... he didn’t want to be a burden

“Babe? You ready? Mami says she’s got everything set up for us”

So he was the last to know? Or had he known and forgotten? Dios. If he wasn’t so stupid he’d know. If he wasn’t so stupid he wouldn’t be making Keith worry. He didn’t want Keith to worry. His husband was probably nervous over staying in Cuba with his family... Mami and Papi adored Keith, but if Veronica came home she’d pick a fight with him. She’d pick a fight leaving Acxa caught up in his family drama. Rachel... He honestly didn’t know how Rachel would feel. She was excited to be a tia. She wasn’t exactly maternal, but she loved her family fiercely. What if... what if she didn’t like the boys? Or what if she got mad at Keith because he gave birth in a “bad place”. Whining softly, Kosmo dropped to lay on his stomach beside the wheelchair. Recognising Lance was panicking before he had

“Pidge, why don’t you fire up the pod. I’ll get Lance and the twins on board”

“Finnnne. But only because if we don’t get out of here soon, mother dearest is going to track me down and make me go to class. You two have no idea how stressful it is working with your mother. She won’t even call me Pidge. Noooo. It’s “Katie, wear a dress”, “Katie, why weren’t you at dinner last night? Don’t tell me you were in your lab again”, “Katie! Don’t think you’re running off to space again without telling me where you’re going”, “Catherine! You’re supposed to be teaching! You cannot make your students double check the security protocols of illegally downloaded Coalition data”. Honestly. She’s as bad as Lance when he used to send me to bed”

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years ago

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Caramel Skin update...

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