#sorry aha i took a break without letting yall know

[queergi]

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[ellinights]

seungsik as your father (or mom)

we all can hereby agree that, seungsik is he best mom victon could ever have :”) wipes tears. his caring nature towards the members is just simply heartwarming. let me just say, if he becomes a father one day, his child is a lucky one. i’m not surprised if he took the mom role as well to let his significant other rest or not do anything. (such a sweet guy i’m in love, okok)

okAy seungsik as a dad wHoO

let me start if saying, THE MOST CARING PARENT THAT WILL EVER EXIST will be this human version of shiba inu once he’s an actual dad

let me just start off with taking care of the child

one word: SWEET watch me repeat sweet a million times in this post

wakes the kids up with a kiss and in a soft manner, unlike barging in the door with the pot and spoon ready to make a scene, no no that’s not him

“sweetie baby, time to wake up for school” or “sunshine, it’s time to get ready for school”

he’ll whisper softly towards his child’s ear while caressing their heads, slowly tryna wake them up

once the kids wake up, he won’t hesitate to start getting them dressed into their school uniform

seungmom (coUghs) will know that the kids dreaded school, so he’ll try his best to cheer them up so the kids won’t feel like shit when going to school

by making them their favourite breakfast, making terrible ass jokes (jsjsjsjs) to make them laugh etc.

if he could handle 6 grown ass men who acts like kids, he could handle the actual kids much better than he thought

brings them to school, and never forgets to kiss them goodbye and watches them walk into the school building safely before he drives off

when he picks them up from school, he’ll carry out some of his kids favourite snacks while waiting for them to finish school

he’ll definitely go “good job kiddos! you guys did well in school!” while giving them a high five. then proceeds to give them their snacks as a reward uwu

he’s seems like a great listener to me, he’ll listen to every story his kids tell him attentively, like he’s actually interested in knowing what’s his kids doing in school

he’s basically fond of hearing his kids talk basically about anything, cause he feels it’s adorable to see his children that way

cooks lunch for them after school, as usual cooking the kids favourite meals. what a great father :”)

watching the kids eat already makes him full so he don’t even bother to make lunch for himself

somehow, i thought of seungsik teaching his kids their homework. it just comes to me in a sense that he’ll do that

buT noT maTh aHa

also would play with the kids during their free time, he would sacrifice his own privacy to be with the kids

i feel he has this mindset of making sure he sees his kids develop as much as he can cause time doesn’t wait for you

even though he could be sweet, he’s also firm and strict

i can imagine him sitting down the kids and telling them the rules of the house that they need to follow

oh and if the kids don’t follow....

aHa they’re in trouble

he’s not a typical tiger parent. but when the kids disobey, he’ll warn them first

it’s more like he’ll say it nicely to the kids that they shouldn’t do it, but the aura surrounding him will say “you two lil shizz yall better don’t break the rules again or else no more snacks in the future”

yeah... and the kids could sense the terror of his aura and wouldn’t dare to break the rules again

when the kids don’t admit to their faults... *sweats intensifies*

....he’ll be like this: “oh, someone broke the rules today. i wonder who it is huh? i guess i gotta take their toys away for a week”

oh when he disciplines his child when they didn’t follow his rules

okay can i just say i would feel seungsik is the scariest when he gets mad

so he’ll lowkey look at them in the eye and stated firmly that he doesn’t want his child to do this or this again and so on

his intonation is not pure screaming or whatever, it sounds calm but scary doos that makes sense sjjss. his voice won’t sound sweet or cheerful but more dark?

it’ll scare the child cause seungsik rarely gets mad with them, he’s a patient boi but not as patient as seungwoo imo lolol

and also his kids wouldn’t be naughty cause seungsik already teaches them to be good and stuffs

99.9% chance the kids will cry, and as much as seungsik’s heart would break into pieces to see his kids cry, he knows he needed to put his child in place, he has no choice.

after that, when the kids calmed down he’ll go to them and give comfort and say sorry for being like this, and explained that he needed to do so that they would never do something like that again

o h. how he’ll comfort his kids when they’re sad, will be the sweetest thing you’ll ever see

when the kids are feeling down, he’ll notice it right away. i feel seungsik could read body languages fast

he won’t ever hesitate to ask the kids what’s wrong. the aura that he emits is more of like a comforting, trustworthy kind of atmosphere

so the kids wouldn’t feel afraid to let their feelings out cause they know that their father is a trustable man and could keep their secrets or feelings in him

seungsik will do anything better to make his kids feel happy again. from hugging them tight, rubbing their backs while the kids cry into his chest, whispering sweet words to make them feel better or some sort.

the worst he could do, crack up a damm joke i’m the middle of it to see you laugh, which surprisingly works sjjsjs. would wipe their tears away and cover them up with a blanket until they feel better

i’m already tearing up while imagining this guys help

give them ice cream, or buy them their favourite street food while they’re sad, WATCH HIM DO THAT HHHH

he’s such an understanding father that’s for sure

now when it comes at nighttime, he’ll tuck the kids into bed without fail

probably forces his kids to sleep at 9:30 everyday oops.

even when his kids are 30, watch seungmom still tucking them into bed HAHAHAHHA

he won’t read them stories i feel, he’ll just look deeply into his kids’ eyes, sharing this connection with his loved ones while caressing their heads

it’ll be in comfortable silence, just seungmom patting the kids to sleep.

even after the kids fall asleep, he’ll still be with them, maybe he’ll slip into emo phase and tell the kids his hopes and dreams for them while they’re deep in slumber

obviously, and seungsik will do this no matter what, if he starts the day with giving a kiss to his children, he’ll end the day with it as well.

GOD KANG SEUNGSIK YOUDONT NEED TO BE THAT SWEET GOSH

repeat after me, seungsik, bestest boi ever.

oh it really will warm my heart to see him take care of kids one day. he’s such a sweet caring potato i cRy— hope yall enjoyed this!

i’m writing this because yesterday’s bulleted scenario was too sinful so i decided to write a fluff one today oops.

imma yeet byE. requests are open, and do refer the pinned post and read up the groups that i write in order to request!

[dearskz]

i don’t like him pt. 1

Genre: school au, fuckboy au, angst, fluff + bullet points

Pairing: reader x changbin

Length: 1,458 words 

Warning: profanity

Description: How not to fall in love with your school’s #1 fuckboy.

Part 2 (masterlist)

okay hehe this is another new thing for me

so it might be crap SORRY!

but i wanted to write something spontaneously that i wouldn’t overthink bc I do that a lot

ANYWAYS onto the story :)

there was one thing that you hated more than calculus

fuckboys

and seo changbin was the ultimate fuckboy

he would flirt with anyone and anything

ngl, he was pretty good at it

not that you would admit it tho

bc WE ARE NOT falling down that hole

nonononono

but you kind of understood why everyone at your school fell into his trap???

he was quite articulate with his words

one of the top students of your year

the star of multiple sports teams

not to mention an amazing rapper and singer

and wow have you seen him?

fucking gorgeous

^another thing you would not admit to

no stop, stop thinking that, get a hold of yourself y/n!

i don’t like him

it’s not like you hate him tho

he was your childhood best friend growing up

you used to do everything together

you just hate what he’s become

which is why you decided to distance yourself from him

WHICH IS A TERRIBLE THING TO DO TO YOUR BEST FRIEND

AND YOU KNEW THAT

but, after hitting puberty LIKE A TRUCK, people started noticing him more

he became cocky, flirtatious

the sweet and adorable changbin you knew started to disappear

or so you thought

watching him slowly change from someone you loved to be with 24/7 into someone that you couldn’t stand makes it that much harder to be around him

“HEY Y/N!!!” your best friend chaeyoung scared you from behind

“holy shit chaeyoung, please save my eardrums, i don’t plan on needing a hearing aid until I’m a 70-year-old raisin. ”

“you’re so fucking dramatic. i’ve called you 10 times, why didn’t you pick up? daydreaming about what could’ve been with changbin again?”

“you’re going to regret saying that when you have to walk home in the rain today.”

“SORRY jeez. it’s just that whenever you zone out, you’re usually thinking about him. you even say his name in your sleep sometimes.”

you felt yourself blushing

there is no way i say his name in my sleep

“i don’t like him.”

“i didn’t say you did.”

you glared at her, “oh my gosh you’re so annoying, just tell me why you called me so many times.”

“there’s a rumour going around that changbin is taking finally taking someone to the formal this year!”

“and you wanted to tell me this beecaausee???...”

“becauseeee it sounds like he’s finally settling down! isn’t that great? maybe that means he’s gonna stop being a fuckboy.”

you rolled your eyes

“woohoo, should i give him an award?”

chaeyoung sighed in defeat

“okay, fine. i know you don’t care but i thought it would’ve been good news because you could possibly become friends again… the break is about to end, i’ll see you after school y/n. bye!”

“bye, see you!”

you began walking back to class

maybe chaeyoung was right

maybe he’s trying to change

i mean it would be nice to be friends again, i miss him so much

2:34 pm

it was your last class of the day, school ends in less than half an hour

you were trying to finish your homework so you could binge on vlive videos

(y’all know who u are, aka me)

it also happened to be the day before formal tickets went on sale

it was so hard to hear yourself think because your obnoxious seatmate was batting her eyelashes at changbin

“changbinnie~ are you excited for the formal? are you taking someone this year? who?? i still need a date you know….”

“that’s a secret, but hopefully it’s someone as pretty as you” he winked

wtf gross, can class end faster?

suddenly you got a text from student council

                      [2:40] woojin: emergency meeting in rm 214 right after school!

shit, i have to tell chaeyoung that I can’t drive her home today

                      [2:29] y/n: hey, sorry but an emergency council meeting came up!                       [2:29] my bae chae: np, i’ll catch a ride with dahyun! be careful tho, it’s raining rlly hard later today!!                       [2:30] y/n: dw i will! luhh u bish                       [2:30] my bae chae: luh u too biiishh

4:35 pm

the meeting took a long time bc yall needed some last minute DJ’s for the formal

long story short: it took a lot of phone calls

but don’t worry, it’s gucci now

after saying bye to your fellow council members, you began making your way to your car

it began pouring right before the meeting ended and you were hoping that it would die down soon

but it didn’t

just then you saw changbin waiting at the front entrance

ahh it’s monday, he usually walks home on mondays

wait why do i know that

you felt guilty

i guess i could offer him a ride??? he does live across the street…

“HEy chANgbIn!” just came out of your mouth

that was a fucking croak, i just sounded like a toad what is wrong with me

“oh hey y/n”

“..uh.. so... why are you still at school?”

“i was giving some basketball pointers to our freshmen.”

“wow, smart, attractive, and a saint? what else can you do seo changbin?”

i did not just say that out loud, save me 

he chuckled and gave you a warm smile

you forgot how much you missed that beautiful smile of his

“apparently i can make you flush like a red tomato too.”

that only made you blush harder

you tried to hide your face from any more embarrassment

“d-do you want a ride home? i don’t want you to be caught in the rain…. we live on the sam-”

“yes y/n, i very much appreciate a ride home from you, thank you.”

“no problem… let’s go”

impulsively, you grabbed his hand and ran through the rain towards your car

i’m just continuously surprising myself today, aren’t i?

still, his hand fit so nicely in yours

holding his hand brought back so many memories

perhaps it was seeing his gentle smile again

or talking to him for the first time in a year

that made you forget that you weren’t best friends anymore

you got to your car in no time but you were both drenched

“i should have a few clean towels in my gym bag, so we can dry off when we get inside.”

“cool, thanks. but y/n?” he faced you

“yes changbin?” you stared into his eyes

“i can’t get inside if you’re still holding my hand” he smirked

“OH R-RIGHT. sorry aha.”

you quickly ran to the driver's side and slammed the door

you both quickly dried your soaking wet hair before heading home

you sat in silence for the first few minutes

“hey you can play some music if you want,” you said handing him the aux cord with one hand

“ah, thanks.”

a familiar tune began playing

“omg is this-”

“1AM BY TAEYANG,” you both said at the same time

you looked at each other and laughed

“i guess we still have the same taste in music.”

“you acquired your taste of music from me. remember all the mixtapes i would make for you?”

“i guess i did. they were really good mixtapes. i guess i owe it to you, thanks, y/n!”

“what do you mean?”

“for kinda getting me into music… .and encouraging me to pursue a music career a few years ago before… before we stopped talking…”

“oh… right…”

even the music couldn’t help the awkward silence in the car the rest of the way home

you pulled into his driveway just as the rain cleared up

“thank you again for the ride home y/n. it was nice talking to you. I miss you.”

you missed the last part because you spent the entire time thinking about how selfish it was to cut off your best friend just because of a silly thing like popularity

why did i even care back then? so what if more than half the school swoons over him? it’s not like i care right? he was my best friend

i didn’t like him

i don’t like him

“y/n? are you alright? did you catch a cold?”

changbin put his hand on your forehead

you weren’t sick but you could feel butterflies in your stomach

did i have milk today ahahaha silly me, i always forget that i’m lactose intolerant ahhaah

“N-NO! sorry, I just zoned out for a bit. i’ll see you at school changbin.”

he withdrew his hand and began to step out of the car

“yeah, right. see you at school y/n.” he said without looking back

[fizzyren]

@shangst-week Day 3: Above/Below

I hope yall enjoy suffering and crying, because I sure do. I sobbed like a baby writing this and had to step away from it more than once. 

TW: major character death, life threatening injuries, crippling injuries, implied/referenced sexual content, established relationship, dark slow burn

Cross posted on AO3 here.

Shiro ached all over. It was really just a combination of things ranging from overworking his muscles to turning his back and taking the brunt of the explosion of rubble.

The lights in the room were down, the emergency energy provided leaving the crystal in the center of the room flickering softly.

It illuminated the charred walls and floor, dusted in a fine layer of soot and debris. Dust and other small particles floated listlessly in the air.

The light also fell softly on the back of Lance’s head, casting shadows over the paladin’s face. With his eyes closed and lips slightly parted with shallow breaths, Shiro could lose himself in staring at Lance. So that he could count each inhale, the seconds as Lance breathed out.

When Lance opened his eyes and peered at him, looking tired and ready for a long nap, Shiro knew they didn’t have time to stare at each other and enjoy the other’s company.

No, their armor didn’t have an endless supply of oxygen to filter through, and Shiro knew that Lance was running low, even with Shiro’s hands covering the hole in his armor.

Debris had slammed into Lance from behind hard enough to break the armor and send Lance down. The tear in his suit and armor was nothing bigger than a small coin but the suit still flashed red lights inside warning Lance about a breach in his armor’s integrity, and as such, his oxygen filtration was compromised.

With the castle now having a massive hole into space ripped into it, they had to secure their helmets on and hope for the best.

The living-room like area they had both been in was now enclosed with twisted metal from the walls and chunks of crystal scattered.

Neither of them could walk, the rocking of the castle ship had sent both of them across the room like toys. Shiro had landed on his foot wrong, already knowing it had broken before the pain even caught up to him. As he stumbled back, the seating came off the floor and flipped on top of Shiro’s uninjured leg, trapping him down on the floor.

Lance had taken the worse damage however, and Shiro’s flashbacks of Lance jumping in the way of Coran and a bomb made him scared. Much more scared since this wasn’t just a normal bomb. No, it was a suicide mission, one that had hopes of taking the paladins down with it when the galra commander had slammed their ship head on into the castle.

With none of it’s defenses up, the castle had no chance to prevent the collision and consequently, the puncture. The sudden depressurization of the rooms sent machinery to bust and explode.

Shiro didn’t know where the other paladins were, he didn’t know where the princess was. He just hoped that Coran had taken care of her, somehow they were safe.

He only knew of Lance, who was still blinking in a daze at the floor in Shiro’s arms. With frustration building, Shiro knew he was losing the blue paladin too quickly.

His oxygen supply was hissing away between Shiro’s fingers and his body was littered with cuts and bruises from where he’d tumbled over furniture in the event of the castle lurching sideways.

Lance’s jaw was wobbling as well, giving away his chattering teeth. His glazed over look told Shiro that Lance wasn’t just cold from losing oxygen but he was fighting to stay conscious. It took everything Shiro had to not panic.

“Hey, buddy, stay with me, okay?”

Lance smiled at Shiro softly, just an uptick of his lips before he nodded, eyes closing.

“Wouldn’t go anywhere without you, Shiro.”

He whispered, turning his head to rest on Shiro’s chest now.

Were they not wearing their armor, Shiro was positive Lance would have been able to hear his heart racing. And maybe, if their armor was off and in an entirely situation, this would be comfortable and relaxing.

“You better not.” Shiro said, trying to keep his voice stern. Instead it was small and scared, worried that Lance might slip through his fingers right here.

He’d make sure Lance was okay though, no matter what.

“You think Allura’s okay?” Lance asked, concern blatant.

“Don’t worry about that right now.” Lance was ever the one to make sure everyone else was okay before him, of course. Of course.

“It’s our job to protect her.” He said, turning to look at Shiro with a small glare as if to say, you know better, Shiro.

“What about this, what if we stay put, where we know it’s safe, and wait for the others to find us? And then we can worry about the princess. That sounds pretty great to me.”

Shiro looked to the side and watched a chunk of rock float by. It tumbled listlessly by and bumped into a wall before taking it’s time to go to another wall.

Lance was quiet, not replying for a long while. Shiro grew worried and chanced a look at Lance to see his face, to make sure his eyes were still open.

Lance was staring off into space, looking not at all inconvenienced that they were stuck here like this, that he was literally sighing his life away with every pretty eye roll, every soft rise of his chest, every blink.

His eyes turned, met Shiro’s and Lance had the audacity to chuckle coyly and blush, as if he were flustered or something that he caught Shiro staring.

“What?” He asked, obviously amused with Shiro’s attention.

Shiro gave him a gentle smile and wanted his hands free, wanted their helmets off, that stray lock of hair falling over Lance’s eyes was his favorite to push away and then follow with a kiss.

“Nothing. I love you.”

Lance huffed out a weak laugh and then tapped his helmet against Shiro’s. He had mentioned on a rogue mission that that was how they could kiss without the bulky helmets in the way. Just bump them together, he’d said, knocked their heads together, and then went skipping off to fight.

“Don’t start getting sappy on me, I can’t get away from you.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is for me. If you keep talking like that I’ll fall asleep on you.”

Even though Lance was joking with him, Lance talking about sleeping made Shiro feel cold. He knew it was dangerous for Lance to sleep. It would help him with oxygen preservation, but Shiro couldn’t talk with him then, to make sure he was still okay. And selfishly, Shiro decided that was better than letting Lance sleep.

“You can’t sleep, okay? Keep talking to me. You can rest or do whatever just stay awake.”

“Easier said than done,” Lance mumbled. He turned to rest his head down again, curled up on top of Shiro like they used to in bed. When Shiro could feel Lance drooling through his shirt.

Shiro couldn’t use his hands to pull Lance’s head up, they were too busy keeping the hole in Lance’s armor covered up. And he was too scared to jostle himself in fear that he break his other foot.

“Lance. You’re going to be in a lot of trouble if you fall asleep on me, and you won’t like the punishment you get, you understand?”

“Sheesh. You got it capt’n. Let me just tell my brain to stop freaking out, so simple.”

“You’re such a brat, more than usual. Did you eat breakfast?” Shiro joked, still keeping his eyes on Lance.

“No, actually,” Lance said, frowning at the opposite wall, “I wish I did. Kinda sucks to suffocate when you’re hungry. I don't even get a last meal.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

The blue paladin turned around, looked up at Shiro with a look as if he were crazy. That or Lance was looking for something.

“What do you want me to talk about then? The fact I can’t feel anything from my waist down? That I can’t even feel your hands on my back? That I’m so cold I would gladly throw myself into an active volcano? That it hurts to breathe? I have barely 2% of my oxygen left. You want to talk about something other than breakfast? Sure, let’s talk Shiro.”

His heart dropped into his stomach with every short word, the panic in Lance’s voice.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“No no. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of said those things,” Lance muttered softly and ducked his head again, “I’m scared, is all.”

Shiro sighed and tilted his head back to rest on the floor. He shut his eyes and breathed, in then out, in, out.

“They’ll find us soon. Even if our gps systems are down they know where we went. I told Keith.”

“Of course you did.” Lance smiled, not meaning anything rude as he chuckled to himself. He had talked with Shiro a few times about how close he and Keith were.

The first time was because he obviously saw Keith as a challenge to their relationship, but then the next few conversations were about Shiro letting Keith know almost everything. Sooner or later, Lance had said, Keith would know about their sex life!

Shiro adamantly had denied that he would ever give Keith those kind of details. Aha, Lance had stood up quickly, so you would tell Keith we have sex!

Shiro had rolled his eyes lovingly and then tugged Lance into his lap by the waist, whispering heatedly against his lips that he would tell every planet they saved if so wished it. That he’d even show...

Lance found out quickly how into that he was.

“It puts Keith at ease to know my whereabouts; he has leftover anxiety from my whole Kerberos disappearance.”

“Shiro, we all have leftover anxiety from your whole Kerberos disappearance.”

“Right.” Shiro said with a small smile, shutting his eyes for a moment. The pain in his ankle was getting worse, numbing all the way up to his knee and it flared terribly.

Somehow, the sensation brought on phantom pains in his galran arm, making him want to clench his fingers hard. But he had to keep his hands still, held over the hissing tear.

Red lights flickered over his eyelids before he was washed into darkness. It was startling enough for him to open his eyes and see that Lance’s armor had gone dark, no longer flashing the red warning lights.

His heart plummeted. No. No no no no—

“Lance?”

No response. Even as Shiro gave Lance a small shake, Lance’s head lolled lifelessly on his chest.

Shiro felt his throat closing up, like a hard and dangerous hand around his windpipe, stopping his next inhale.

“Lance, please, answer me.” his voice tripped and broke when he flinched in pain, broken ankle flaring at him once again.

It didn’t matter anymore, if his ankle was broken or shattered or even gone. If Lance was–

“Shh. Let me just, listen to you.” Lance mumbled, voice barely a whisper.

Shiro didn’t feel his panic subside in the slightest. He didn’t know what Lance was even talking about, and now, Shiro felt himself getting angry at Lance for scaring him like that.

Lance then whispered again, painfully calm, “If I’m gonna go...I just want to hear your heartbeat.”

Shiro blinked and felt the pressure behind his eyes release, tears slipping down his face. He shook his head softly, wanting his hands free. He needed to hold Lance closer than this.

If these were their last moments, Shiro wanted more than just this. He had too much to say, too many kisses not yet given, too many ‘I love you’s not uttered and whispered.

“Don’t say anything, okay? Please? I’m okay like this. It’s okay like this.” Lance said, fear pure in his voice.

It was expected, his life was slipping from his fingers, it hurt to breathe, sucking in air that was thinner and thinner until he was left tucking his face against Shiro’s shoulder and trembling.

His tears were silent against the visor of his helmet. The thing prolonging every inhale, each tiny gasp as Lance shut his eyes.

Shiro hugged Lance closer, squeezed him tight and then...his hands were moving. Ever gentle and soft, wary of his touch.

“I love you.” He whispered, hugging Lance around the shoulders and shaking. Everything hurt, every one of his own inhales felt sharp and terrible. Terrible, terrible, terrible that he was breathing while Lance asphyxiated himself. While he had the macabre honor of listening to Lance take his last breaths.

“Lance, I love you with every fibre of my being, with every beat of my heart, and every breath I take I love you, and will continue to love you.”

Shiro sat there, laid below Lance, counting his own heartbeats so he could listen to what Lance was listening to.

He lost track of himself that way, not even able to feel or hear Lance in his arms anymore. He kept counting, hoping that when he stopped it would all be over, and that rescue would be there for them.

Lance’s arms had been around Shiro, stayed tucked there, tight in fear, tight in their embrace.

Everything in Shiro’s mind shattered when that fragile grip went slack. Without even a breath or sigh, Lance slipped away from him without ever leaving his arms.

With a pained whimper Shiro clutched at Lance, mouth moving soundlessly over broken pleas and begging for Lance to not go, for this to not be real.

Please, please, please. Lance. God, no, please. No, no, no. Don't leave me. Please don't leave me.

Sobs wracked Shiro’s entire frame, even as he squeezed his eyes shut and held Lance ever closer, as if it would pull them away from their armor and the dark, cold room.

He had Lance’s helmet in one of his hands, other arm looped around Lance’s lower back so he could cradle Lance to him.

His fingers were numb, from Shiro’s thoughts running white noise, how they couldn’t have shared an intimate moments due to the helmets, keeping their hushed breaths on opposite sides of a wall. Keeping Shiro from being able to kiss Lance for a final time.

He had so much he wanted to do with Lance, so much to say, so many planets to see. Shiro had even entertained the thought of starting a family with Lance. That they might return to Earth happily once it was all over and adopted a beautiful baby and grew old together in a house all their own.

Or maybe, short term, Shiro could have just spent one last night in bed with Lance, to smell the fragrances of his lotions and soaps and skin care, could have listened to his gentle snoring and then wrapped his arms around him one last time, woke him up with kisses until Lance complained about morning breath and tried to wriggle away.

But instead he didn’t get any of that. Could never have that.

Shiro kept his face pressed into Lance’s shoulder, crying until his eyes ran dry and then pushing past the point— close to hyperventilating when his armor had flicked the emergency auto health systems on releasing relaxing pulses into Shiro’s brain, paladins didn’t get the luxury of heartbreak or panic attacks with their armor maintaining their vitals—until his body was too exhausted and in pain to stay conscious.

And then, as he felt sleep overtake him, Shiro wouldn’t mind at all if he never woke up, if this was where he took his own sleep into forever on the heels of his lover.