#they got this alien buddy and they didn’t ask why she fell from the sky or how she survived!

[quietwingsinthesky]

to me. btw. i don’t care what the show says. to ME. the tardis fam just. didn’t ask questions about the doctor. she never volunteered the information and they didn’t ask, because where do you even start asking, right? when do you get the time between being blown up or ricocheted across space? and they had their own shit going on. they didn’t ask. they should have. they didn’t. and to me, they only realize that the moment the master is on the scene.

[gksweetdreams]

Caught in a Web

Sinister Mark x Reader

Here’s part 2 I felt really inspired and kind of fell in love when writing and creating it so I hope you enjoy it and I hope you like the way this story is moving along :)

The world was chaos. Different variants of Mark Grayson were tearing each other apart, destroying the cities and killing innocents. Some of the Marks were heroes, some villains—others barely more than mindless beasts. But Sinister Mark? He stood still; eyes still locked onto her.

Y/N had fought many threats before like gangs and alien invaders—but something about him unsettled her. He wasn’t like the other Marks, blinded by rage or loyalty to the Viltrumite empire. No, there was something else behind those eyes.

A memory.

And love...

She fired a web to the side of a crumbling skyscraper and swung away, her senses screaming to put distance between them. She didn’t trust that look he was giving her—the kind that made her spidey senses go off and give her a headache.

The kind of look where it felt like she belonged to someone she had never even met.

But Sinister Mark wasn’t about to let her go so easily.

In an instant, he was right beside her in the air, flying. His cape blowing behind him, and despite the destruction around them, he looked almost… calm… too calm

“Running already?” His voice was smooth, teasing. “You’ve fought aliens before, haven’t you? You don’t strike me as the type to back down.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, and he continued

“My Y/N always faced issues head on… maybe that’s why she died” 

Y/N twisted mid-air, firing another web toward him. But this time, she reinforced it with electricity, her version of a venom blast.

Sinister Mark caught it—again—but this time, the energy crackled up his arm, his jaw clenching from the pain. Yet instead of anger, a smirk played on his lips.

“There she is.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. Why did it sound like he knew her? She hated it…

“Alright, buddy, listen,” she said, flipping onto a nearby rooftop annoyed. “I don’t know what kind of tragic backstory you’ve got, but I am not her.”

Sinister Mark landed with a soft thud; arms crossed over his chest. “I know.”

That caught her off guard. Not expecting him to just agree.

“I know you’re not my Y/N,” he continued, stepping closer. “She’s gone. I lost her. And before you ask—no, I wasn’t the one who killed her.” His fists clenched slightly. “But I should have stopped it.”

Y/N’s spider-sense tingled—not from danger, but from something else. He wasn’t lying. His pain was real.

For a brief second, her mind flickered to her own Mark—her version of Invincible, the one she fought beside. Would she be standing here, looking at him in another life, if things had gone differently?

She shook the thought away.

“Look, I get it,” she said, keeping her distance. “Loss changes people. But don’t mistake me for a second chance.”

Sinister Mark exhaled through his nose, almost like a laugh. “Who said I was?”

Another scream could be heard leaving no time for Y/N to respond. One of the more savage Marks—scarred and monstrous—ripped through the battlefield below, his bloodstained eyes locked onto hers from the distance.

Sinister Mark’s expression darkened.

“Get behind me,” he ordered.

Y/N scoffed. “Yeah, no. I can handle myself.”

“I know you can.” His gaze flicked to her web-shooters, the subtle twitch of her fingers, the way her body tensed. She was already calculating a hundred ways to take down the incoming threat. And he found himself... fascinated. It was strange to him how this Y/N and his Y/N were so similar but yet so different.

Then the monstrous Mark variant lunged.

Y/N moved first, flipping into the air, dodging a powerful punch that shattered the rooftop. She fired a web at his face, pulling herself toward him to deliver a venom-charged punch—only for him to catch her mid-air.

Her breath hitched as she felt his grip tighten.

Before she could react, a blur tore through the sky.

Sinister Mark hit him like a meteor.

The monstrous variant barely had time to register what happened before Sinister Mark grabbed his head and slammed him through the rooftop, sending them both crashing into the streets below.

Dust and debris filled the air.

Y/N landed gracefully on the edge of the destruction swiping her hand left to right to move the smoke they both caused, heart pounding.

Sinister Mark stood over the now-dead variant; his fist still embedded in the pavement. Blood dripped from his knuckles—none of it his own.

He flew back to her, the expression unreadable.

Y/N crossed her arms. “I had that.” Trying not to act like that didn’t just give her the scare of a life time.

Sinister Mark wiped the blood from his knuckles. “I know.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Then why step in?”

His lips quirked up into a smirk. “Because I wanted to.”

A beat of silence passed between them, heavy with something neither wanted to name.

Then he took a step toward her.

Y/N tensed but didn’t move.

“I won’t pretend you’re her,” he said, voice quieter now. “But you are... something. And I don’t ignore things that make me feel alive.”

She swallowed.

“Careful,” she murmured. “You might start sounding like a hero.”

Sinister Mark chuckled. “Unlikely.”

Above them, the sky continued to crackle with energy. The war between variants wasn’t over yet.

But for the first time since arriving in this reality, Sinister Mark wasn’t just looking for a fight.

He had found something far more dangerous. Something that made his heartbeat again…

Something he wasn’t sure he could walk away from…

And Y/N didn’t know what to think.

Thank you for all the love and support!! It truly amazed me, and I am really happy everyone liked part 1. Sorry once again for the grammar and I hope everyone enjoys this story as much as I like writing it :)

[the-blackholeus]

2k16!Shredder x Reader

Hey^^ Another Shredder X Reader because I love this dude. Have fun reading, as always please excuse any gramatical mistakes, and the female version is below.

(After Y/N has been discovered to be Shredder’s lover by his enemies, he began to get overprotective in fear of losing him/her. As s/he really got in trouble, however, he got to watch what this innocent being could do if s/he gets angry)

Male

“Saki! Stop it! I swear!”, Y/N growled as he swatted his boyfriend’s hand away, shooting him a glare that was powerful enough to kill someone. The older male chuckled softly and pulled him against him, pressing a kiss to his neck. “You are just too beautiful, my love, there is no way that I can restrain myself from touching you.”, Oroku Saki, also known as the Shredder, growled into his ears, and pressed another kiss to his cheek. The young man rolled his eyes and pushed him away, running his hand over his hair one last time before he put his jacket on, ready to go.

“You’ll have to restrain yourself if you don’t want to be arrested in the next few minutes, my powerful ninja.”, he huffed in a teasing voice, earning another chuckle and a nuzzle against his neck. “You know that those words only flatter me, my dear Y/N.”, he purred, laughing after he showed him the middle finger. “Idiot.”, he muttered as he went outside, his boyfriend following after him by climbing on the houses, always making sure that he was close, but out of people’s sight. Getting his phone, he called him so that they could talk on the streets without getting arrested. “Why do you even want to accompany me to my way to work?”, he sighed. “I know you’re worried about me, but I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t to risk it, my love.”, he grumbled and jumped over a gap between buildings, his figure not leaving his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.” The young man gave another sigh and thought back to the night where some of Shredder enemies found out that Y/N was Shredder’s lover, and since then, there had been assassinations attempts. One almost killed him, and he still remembered the evening the older male hugged him, almost in tears, telling him that he would never leave him out of his sight. Since then, he had become overprotective.

It was cute, but it wasn’t needed. What Shredder didn’t know was, that Y/N was a good fighter and able to defend himself better than anyone would think. He hadn’t mention it yet, and didn’t show it, but the longer his boyfriend talked about how he would be too weak to fight against trained assassins, the closer he got there. “You won’t.”, he softly said, hearing a soft chuckle on the other side. “But seriously, don’t you think that you’re overdoing it? Don’t you have a clan to take care of?” “Nothing is more important than you my love, and Karai can run my clan for a few hours until you get back. She did it while I was captured, remember?” Oh, yes, hedid, and he certainly remembered the kick he gave his balls when he got back and the hour scowling him for this naïve deal with an alien before kissing him into Oblivion.

“Yes, I do. But you’re their leader! I can take care of myself for a while, they need you. I love you Saki, and I appreciate your worry and your love, but I am not a toddler anymore. I might be younger than you and I didn’t survive a crazy warlord, but I have gone through some shit myself.” He heard a heavy sigh. “I know, but I am worried.”

“I know, but I have to end this call now. I’m there.” Surprised, Shredder searched his  figure and saw him standing in front of the building that he worked in. He waved at him, a small smile on his scared face before he watched him enter the building, making sure no one was coming too close to you that seemed dangerous.

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Y/N sighed happily as he finally could pack his bags and walk home. He waved his co-workers goodbye, and walked straight to the door, taking a deep breath, when finally, the cold night air hit his face. He looked around and blinked softly, not finding his boyfriend anywhere. Even though he loved him, he enjoyed the time where he could walk alone.

The young man checked time on his phone as he walked down the street, waving at an old woman who also was on her way home. He turned around the corner, smiling as his house came into sight, but that faded when two men and a woman walked straight up to him, all of them a grin on their face. He stopped, waiting until they were in front of them. “Hello, buddy.”, the woman spoke, clearly the leader of the group. “Hey.”, the young man skeptically said and lifted his eyebrows. “I see that you’re here. All alone.”, she teased and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Why is that?” “I’m simply on my way home, and I would like to continue to walk.”, he said and tried to get through them, but the biggest man pushed him back, taking a step forward. “Oh, you already want to leave us? But we haven’t emptied your pockets yet.”, she laughed and pulled a gun out of her jacket.

Y/N took a step back, clearly shocked by her actions. “What are you doing?”, he hissed, anger coming into his voice. “Are you insane!?” “No, but we need money. Get him boys.”, she ordered, and expected him to be down on the floor within a minute…that, however, did not happen.

As the smaller man lifted his fist and tried to punch him, he simply caught his fist in his hands, he tried it with the other, and he caught it again. The younger man twisted his hand, making him cry out in pain before kicking into his crotch, throwing him over his shoulders before attacking the other one, punching him in the face. A sickening crack was heard, and the other cried out in pain as he held his nose, that was surely broken now. Wasting no time, he grabbed the gun from the woman, ripping it from her grasp before smashing it against her head, sending her directly into unconsciousness. The other males were still on the floor, shivering, shocked that one man defeated them. “Could you please fuck off now?”, he wheezed, his eyes blazing with anger. Before they could get away however, he shot them in the legs and turned around, taking the gun with him, listening to their cries.

He did, however, not see the male that stood there and watched the whole scenario with his eyes. Y/N ran into him, growling as he shook his head, ready to yell at him to let out his anger…which immediately disappeared once he recognized the man who stared at him like he was a demon that really could be summoned. “Oh, hey Saki.”, he grinned awkwardly, and hit the gun behind his back. The feared male blinked a few times, looking down/up to him before he found his voice and managed to speak. “You…can fight?”, he asked, receiving an embarrassed nod.

“I…yeah.”, he whispered awkwardly, and pushed him to continue their ways as the cries of the man echoed behind them. “I can.” “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have been much less worried than I had been the last few weeks!”, he growled, his hands balling into fists, clearly angered at him

“No, love, you wouldn’t have been less worried.”, the younger male sighed and shook his head, before crossing his arms in front of his chest and let a deep, sad sigh escape his lips. “And, I…I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want you to see me differently than I really am. You always told me that I was such a gentle person, a sweet soul in the middle of a sea of sour hate and disappointment. I…I didn’t want to ruin that imagine by showing you what I really can do…I didn’t want to repulse you…”

A few seconds passed, Shredder started to shake, and the younger male thought that he would explode with anger…but out of all sudden, deep, rumbling laughter echoed through the streets. He threw his head back, and completely lost control over himself. Almost crushing his lover against his chest, he gave him a deep kiss before snuggling into him, still shaking with violent chuckles. “Y-You are an idiot! You’re such a-an imbecile!”, he roared as another fit of laughter hit him. This continued until tears ran down his scared face, and he had trouble breathing.

“I would never change my opinion about you. Even if you can kick ass, you are still a sweet soul in the middle of a sea of sour hate and disappointment, you’re still a beautiful star at the piece of the sky that fell victim to a black hole, you’re still my beautiful and gentle love! This does not change one thing. I don’t care if you can fight or not. I have not fallen in love with your skills or looks, I have fallen in love with you, your personality, your voice, the way you greet me every time we see each other, your loyalty, the way you loose your cool if someone insults me or my or your family, and your nerves of steel if I overdo it again.” He leaned down and gave him another kiss on his lips. “I love you, Y/N. More than anything in the world…even than the thought of killing the turtles.”

A chocked laugh escaped his lips, and in that moment, Shredder realized that he cried. But it was not a frustrated crying or one of heartbreak…it was one of utter joy. “You’re an idiot.”, Y/N sobbed and kissed him again, making sure to win dominance. The older male let him do as he pleased, happy that this issue was finally out of the way. His lover wiped the tears out of his eyes and searched for the keys to his house before walking inside, preparing to have a wonderful evening, but before he put the popcorn in the microwave, he asked one last question.

“Saki, now that you know that I can fight, does this mean that you will stop worrying so much and that I can finally walk my way to work and home alone?” Shredder lifted his head to stare at him, a smug grin on his face, before shaking his head, giving him an answer that made his blood boil with anger and annoyance.

“No, my love, certainly not.”

Female

“Saki! Stop it! I swear!”, Y/N growled as she swatted her boyfriend’s hand away, shooting him a glare that was powerful enough to kill someone. The older male chuckled softly and pulled her against him, pressing a kiss to her neck. “You are just too beautiful, my love, there is no way that I can restrain myself from touching you.”, Oroku Saki, also known as the Shredder, growled into her ears, and pressed another kiss to her cheek. The young woman rolled her eyes and pushed him away, running her hand over her hair one last time before she put her jacket on, ready to go.

“You’ll have to restrain yourself if you don’t want to be arrested in the next few minutes, my powerful ninja.”, she huffed in a teasing voice, earning another chuckle and a nuzzle against her neck. “You know that those words only flatter me, my dear Y/N.”, he purred, laughing after she showed him the middle finger. “Idiot.”, she muttered as she went outside, her boyfriend following after her by climbing on the houses, always making sure that he was close, but out of people’s sight. Getting her phone, he called her so that they could talk on the streets without getting arrested. “Why do you even want to accompany me to my way to work?”, she sighed. “I know you’re worried about me, but I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t to risk it, my love.”, he grumbled and jumped over a gap between buildings, her figure not leaving his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.” The young woman gave another sigh and thought back to the night where some of Shredder enemies found out that Y/N was Shredder’s lover, and since then, there had been assassinations attempts. One almost killed her, and she still remembered the evening the older male hugged her, almost in tears, telling her that he would never leave her out of his sight. Since then, he had become overprotective.

It was cute, but it wasn’t needed. What Shredder didn’t know was, that Y/N was a good fighter and able to defend herself better than anyone would think. She hadn’t mention it yet, and didn’t show it, but the longer her boyfriend talked about how she would be too weak to fight against trained assassins, the closer she got there. “You won’t.”, she softly said, hearing a soft chuckle on the other side. “But seriously, don’t you think that you’re overdoing it? Don’t you have a clan to take care of?” “Nothing is more important than you my love, and Karai can run my clan for a few hours until you get back. She did it while I was captured, remember?” Oh, yes, she did, and she certainly remembered the kick she gave his balls when he got back and the hour scowling him for this naïve deal with an alien before kissing him into Oblivion.

“Yes, I do. But you’re their leader! I can take care of myself for a while, they need you. I love you Saki, and I appreciate your worry and your love, but I am not a toddler anymore. I might be younger than you and I didn’t survive a crazy warlord, but I have gone through some shit myself.” She heard a heavy sigh. “I know, but I am worried.”

“I know, but I have to end this call now. I’m there.” Surprised, Shredder searched her  figure and saw her standing in front of the building that she worked in. He waved at her, a small smile on his scared face before he watched her enter the building, making sure no one was coming too close to her that seemed dangerous.

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Y/N sighed happily as she finally could pack her bags and walk home. She waved her co-workers goodbye, and walked straight to the door, taking a deep breath, when finally, the cold night air hit her face. She looked around and blinked softly, not finding her boyfriend anywhere. Even though she loved him, she enjoyed the time where she could walk alone.

The young woman checked time on her phone as she walked down the street, waving at an old woman who also was on her way home. She turned around the corner, smiling as her house came into sight, but that faded when two men and a woman walked straight up to her, all of them a grin on their face. She stopped, waiting until they were in front of her. “Hello, girly.”, the woman spoke, clearly the leader of the group. “Hey.”, the young woman skeptically said and lifted her eyebrows. “I see that you’re here. All alone.”, she teased and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Why is that?” “I’m simply on my way home, and I would like to continue to walk.”, she said and tried to get through them, but the biggest man pushed her back, taking a step forward. “Oh, you already want to leave us? But we haven’t emptied your pockets yet.”, she laughed and pulled a gun out of her jacket.

Y/N took a step back, clearly shocked by her actions. “What are you doing?”, she hissed, anger coming into her voice. “Are you insane!?” “No, but we need money. Get her boys.”, she ordered, and expected her to be down on the floor within a minute…that, however, did not happen.

As the smaller man lifted his fist and tried to punch her, she simply caught his fist in her hands, he tried it with the other, and she caught it again. The younger woman twisted his hand, making him cry out in pain before kicking into his crotch, throwing him over her shoulders before attacking the other one, punching him in the face. A sickening crack was heard, and the other cried out in pain as he held his nose, that was surely broken now. Wasting no time, she grabbed the gun from the woman, ripping it from her grasp before smashing it against her head, sending her directly into unconsciousness. The other males were still on the floor, shivering, shocked that one woman defeated them. “Could you please fuck off now?”, she wheezed, her eyes blazing with anger. Before they could get away however, she shot them in the legs and turned around, taking the gun with her, listening to their cries.

She did, however, not see the male that stood there and watched the whole scenario with his eyes. Y/N ran into him, growling as she shook his head, ready to yell at him to let out her anger…which immediately disappeared once she recognized the man who stared at her like she was a demon that really could be summoned. “Oh, hey Saki.”, she grinned awkwardly, and hit the gun behind her back. The feared male blinked a few times, looking down/up to her before he found his voice and managed to speak. “You…can fight?”, he asked, receiving an embarrassed nod.

“I…yeah.”, she whispered awkwardly, and pushed him to continue their ways as the cries of the men echoed behind them. “I can.” “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have been much less worried than I had been the last few weeks!”, he growled, his hands balling into fists, clearly angered at her.

“No, love, you wouldn’t have been less worried.”, the younger female sighed and shook her head, before crossing her arms in front of her chest and letting a deep, sad sigh escape her lips. “And, I…I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want you to see me differently than I really am. You always told me that I was such a gentle person, a sweet soul in the middle of a sea of sour hate and disappointment. I…I didn’t want to ruin that imagine by showing you what I really can do…I didn’t want to repulse you…”

A few seconds passed, Shredder started to shake, and the younger female thought that he would explode with anger…but out of all sudden, deep, rumbling laughter echoed through the streets. He threw his head back, and completely lost control over himself. Almost crushing his lover against his chest, he gave her a deep kiss before snuggling into her, still shaking with violent chuckles. “Y-You are an idiot! You’re such a-an imbecile!”, he roared as another fit of laughter hit him. This continued until tears ran down his scared face, and he had trouble breathing.

“I would never change my opinion about you. Even if you can kick ass, you are still a sweet soul in the middle of a sea of sour hate and disappointment, you’re still a beautiful star at the piece of the sky that fell victim to a black hole, you’re still my beautiful and gentle love! This does not change one thing. I don’t care if you can fight or not. I have not fallen in love with your skills or looks, I have fallen in love with you, your personality, your voice, the way you greet me every time we see each other, your loyalty, the way you loose your cool if someone insults me or my or your family, and your nerves of steel if I overdo it again.” He leaned down and gave her another kiss on her lips. “I love you, Y/N. More than anything in the world…even than the thought of killing the turtles.”

A chocked laugh escaped her lips, and in that moment, Shredder realized that she cried. But it was not a frustrated crying or one of heartbreak…it was one of utter joy. “You’re an idiot.”, Y/N sobbed and kissed him again, making sure to win dominance. The older male let her do as he pleased, happy that this issue was finally out of the way. His lover wiped the tears out of her eyes and searched for the keys to her house before walking inside, preparing to have a wonderful evening, but before she put the popcorn in the microwave, she asked one last question.

“Saki, now that you know that I can fight, does this mean that you will stop worrying so much and that I can finally walk my way to work and home alone?” Shredder lifted his head to stare at her, a smug grin on his face, before shaking his head, giving her an answer that made her blood boil with anger and annoyance.

“No, my love, certainly not.”

[barbarawilson-moved]

no rhyme or reason

Babs is a product of her generation, and she’s determined to stick it to the man. Even if that man is dressed in green and bearing intergalactic summons.

written for the prompt: “Barbara Wilson as a lantern (any colour)” from @miggie-webster. {ao3}

“But… why does it rhyme?”

Dick pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “A glowing ring fell out of the sky and gave you powers, and you wanna know why the magic words rhymed?”

“It doesn’t make sense!” Babs insists. “Look, there are, like, rules to stuff like this. Trust me, I’ve studied them.”

“Right, and I’m such an idiot that I couldn’t possibly—"

“Hey, let’s everyone chill out a second,” Bruce says like some almighty saint, like he’s not usually one of the ones bickering. “What’s going on?”

“Babs just got drafted into the space peace corps,” Dick says, which. Way to steal her thunder, dude.

“Elaborate,” Bruce says. He’s not asking.

“Love to,” Babs says just as if he were. “Dude in green showed up, totally buggin, told me to chant some magic words, handed over some glowing bling, and peaced out to the next side of the galaxy. Now that you’re caught up—“

“Nope,” Bruce says cheerfully. “Take me back through that one more time.”

Dick helpfully supplies the chant the—soldier?—had instructed her to repeat. “In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil’s might beware my power, green lantern’s light. A little elementary, but otherwise pretty catchy.”

“And, what, you’re some kind of deputized power ranger now? Is that legally binding?” is Bruce’s first question.

“I’m standing right here,” says the guy dressed in green, who is in fact still standing in the cave.

Bruce does a double take—“I genuinely thought that was the cardboard cutout of the Riddler from the Hogan’s Alley,” he’ll confess to them later, over drunken noodles from the thai place that Babs likes and Dick’ll settle for.

“Peaced out to the next side of the galaxy,” Bruce quotes back at Babs.

“Hey, I didn’t ask him to come back.”

“Look, you’re a new initiate to the Lantern Corps,” Green Guy starts to say. “You have to come to Oa with me.”

“Look buddy, here on planet Earth, we’ve got a little thing called stranger danger,” Dick points out.

“What do I look like to you, man, a martian?”

“Questionable fashion statements notwithstanding,” Babs allows.

“Look who’s talking! What kind of sick fucks dress in matching anatomically correct spandex suits and hang out in a cave? Would you just come with me so we can get this over with?”

“What exactly is “this”?” Bruce asks, apparently left unsatisfied by Babs’ pretty great summary.

Green Gollum looks like he’d rather be anywhere else in the galaxy than this particular cave in Gotham. “Bat-lady here has been drafted into the Green Lantern Corps. She needs to report to Oa for basic training and further assignments—I don’t care if she keeps the spandex on, but she’s reporting.”

“As if!” Babs retorts. “I’m not relinquishing my fundamental right to autonomy just because some lame-o rhyme says I have to accessorize.”

“No one should have the power to conscript unconsenting troops,” Bruce muses, which Babs takes as a sign of support.

“You can’t not report,” the soldier tries again. “You said the oath—you’re a Green Lantern. You have to report.”

“I don’t think I do,” she tells him. “Who wrote that oath, anyways?”

“The—the guardians!” he says, in full disbelief.

“Guardians of what?” Dick asks.

“Of the universe!”

“Are they human, too?” Babs asks drily.

“They’re—Oan, I think? What does any of this matter?”

“Well, as far as I can remember, I swore I’d wield power and vanquish evil,” Babs helpfully explains. “Nothing about enlistment. Do the guardians of the universe speak English?”

“Wha—no? I guess not?”

“Ooh, someone didn’t read his Venuti,” Babs mocks.

“Sick burn,” Dick says. “Quick question for the folks at home—“

“Just because it doesn’t sound like a translation doesn’t mean it isn’t one,” Babs explains, for the Dicks at home. “Look, buddy, whoever or whatever did your oath translating must have missed a couple key phrases in all that effort to make the words nice and rhyme-y. I never swore any oath to any space army.”

“Lady, the rings do the translating on an individual basis, they literally cannot be wrong.”

“Okay, well go on ahead and tell your superiors I’m a conscientious objector until you can come back with some linguistic consistency, because that’s a load if I’ve ever heard one.”

“I—” the Lantern starts to protest, and gives in, a broken man. “Okay.”

“Universal translators,” Babs scoffs once he’s disappeared to where-the-hell-ever. “That’s nuts. Can you guys believe the guardians of the universe are relying on machine translation?”

“Did he imply that Martians exist?” Dick says in lieu of response.

“Okay,” Bruce says. “I have many pressing questions about the events that just took place. Most pressing first—Barbara, what is that, and why is it getting brighter?”

“Oh shit,” Babs says when she notes that the lantern-battery-pack-thingy has in fact started glowing.

“I think we’re about to find out how space aliens feel towards conscientious objectors,” Dick says, and then Babs finds herself in fucking space, where at least she no longer has to hear Dick’s dumb running commentary.

[greenroverman]

Needs A Title...

The sound of chewing snapped me out of this incredible dream I was having about a redhead in a convertible, a glossy red Ferrari with camel leather interior and custom chrome wheels with the high performance, low-profile tires. I just wanted to drive it around the block four or five times and see what it could do, maybe hit the open road and really open it up. In my dream, I was just about to ask the redhead to scooch on over and then sit in the driver’s seat when I heard the loud gnashing sound. I could feel tingling and moisture on my arm, sharp teeth were tearing into my hand. Surprisingly, I couldn’t feel pain – I guess that’s the first stage of shock. I believe shock is appropriate when being chewed on by a very upset chipmunk. It serves me right for falling dead asleep in that old sagging oak tree in the middle of nowhere. The most important question I had at that time was not: what was a pissed off rodent doing snacking on my arm, but where were my pants?

     Pants are strangely important when lost in the middle of nowhere. My keys, wallet, and a fancy pistol that I took from an exotic dancer named Mercedes were also missing. I’m hoping they were together, waiting for me, maybe huddled together. After kindly removing my bloody appendage from the chipmunk’s mouth, and scolding the little rat for taking advantage of a passed out traveler, I sat up and looked around. The tree was the same, but last time I checked Earth had a blue sky, not green, and we only had one moon not five. I think this situation might bump the pants down to priority two. The air smelled like rotten garbage mixed with old motor oil. The green sky was surprisingly clear and the five moons shone bright, lighting up the vast emptiness surrounding me. I’ve got an oak tree, a chipmunk, and no pants – what was in that last cocktail? This is either an incredibly vivid trip or the most elaborate hoax I’ve ever seen. I guess a distant third choice was that I wound up on some alien planet after having the most insane night ever. I think I’m going to have a flashback here…

     Things had started normal enough: dinner at Jimmy’s Fine Italian dining with my buddy Sal, then out to Bubble’s club on the west side – where there was this amazing act involving a…chipmunk! I knew I had seen that little guy before – he does good work! From there I was just a passenger in Ms. Cheeky LaPoosh’s limo. Cheeky kept plying me with social lubricant to get me to talk about what I do for a living, but why would Cheeky be interested in a trauma monkey like me. I told her I worked the late shift at the Emergency Center on the south side, the one in the neighborhood where gunshot wounds were passed out like popsicles on a summer day at kid’s camp. My job as a surgeon was a lot like an Asian kid in a Nike sweatshop – keep on sewing and keep the stitching tight. I suppose I was getting good at it – made employee of the month in June. But that was all she was getting out of me, at least at that moment.

     The limo stopped at a place called Flush and we all stumbled out. The bouncer recognized Cheeky and hurried us to a private booth in the back. And that’s when thing got interesting: a bottle of some unrecognizable liquid and 3-4 bags filled with an assorted rainbow of pills. I wasn’t the type to participate – I usually just watched and waited for someone to pass out, knowing first aid would be needed. I’m not sure if something fell into my drink or if it was deliberate, but I think I swallowed a green and a red, and maybe a blue. I do know that the room was spinning and I was either on the floor or the ceiling. I finally woke up in the back of the limo with Cheeky and Sal and 4-5 other people I didn’t recognize. A deep conversation about some pop psychology drivel was forming, something about hand washing and moral purity. The theory presented by the pleather couch brigade was that people who wash their hands frequently were more likely to be upstanding humans. Based on the amount of pills and alcohol consumed, this brood had certainly never washed their hands in their lives. But honestly, I couldn’t hear details over the roar of the freight train running through my head. Someone handed me a bottle of something and I drained it – thankfully it was only water. I leaned my head back against the window and closed my eyes.

     I was startled awake by a gunshot and a scream, the smell of gunpowder was close so “we” must’ve done the shooting. Of course, the sound of the scream was also close, so “we” must’ve been shot! One of the girls with us, a delightful stripper stereotypically named after a luxury automobile, Mercedes had shot Sal in the leg for having inappropriate body boundaries, which is normally appropriate, but there may or may not have been a transaction or barter. Can’t say I blame her either way. But eight years as a trauma surgery in the nastiest hospital in the metro-area had prepared me for this moment. I doused the wound with a half-bottle of Vodka then used the ice cube grabber to dig into the wound to remove the bullet. My tie made a decent tourniquet and then my Armani shirt became a compress. Did you know that Armani uses a specific type of wool found only in one particular area of Italy known for its high-absorbance properties – in fact after a rain, the sheep usually can’t move because of the amount of rain they soaked up. Crisis averted, I took away the gun from Mercedes and stuffed it in my suit coat pocket – why did she need a .40 S&W pistol with custom grips, easy-pull trigger, and 16-round high-capacity magazine? I suppose there are those out there that would question why I wouldn’t need one. Although, the thought occurred to me that we do live in a rather violent time in a violent city with creepy guys like Sal around.

     Sal was a little worn out at this point, wanting to go home. We dropped Sal off at his place, it was a dump – walking in you would think that the place was tossed by thieves looking for something, but no, Sal was just a slob. I made sure he was tucked in bed with some pain killers and the roaches. I figure I would check up on him tomorrow on the way to work. I glanced at the clock on the microwave while walking out the door, it screamed 3 A.M., plenty of night left.

I decided to hitch a ride back to my car with Cheeky. I had parked in a dimly light space on the second floor of the hospital parking garage. Cheeky invited me back to her place for a night cap. I figured it would be prudent to turn it down at this point and head home – plus after witnessing the shooting of my best friend, and the strange mixture of whatever I had taken earlier, I figured that would be the safest place for me.

Unlocking the door of my midnight black Mercedes-Benz AMG coupe, I sat in the plush leather sport seat for a moment to catch my breath. I had expected a simple dinner and maybe a few drinks, instead I wound up hanging out with a stripper queen named Cheeky, a gun wielding psycho, and had one hell of a headache. Time to go home, take some Tylenol, (yes, Doctors really recommend it) and go to bed!

I backed out of my space carefully. Despite my foibles, I was a fairly cautious driver, mostly. I cruised down the spiral to the garage exit. The road was empty, so I gave it a blast with my right foot. The twin turbo V-8 engine with excessive horses roared to life and left a decent strip of tire and smoke in my wake. The ridiculous zero-to-sixty time passed smoothly and the speedometer told me I hit 100 mph in around 6 seconds.

Yellow lines blurred into a paste smeared behind me as I cruised on the highway. I decided to take the long winding road, the path I rarely travelled. I had the speedo pegged at about 110 mph when a deer bound out into the middle of the road. Hitting anything at that speed is like running full speed into a brick wall – it’s going to hurt and something will break.

Blood splattered the windshield. I went off the road straight into a tree. I heard the bang, slam, and smelled the acrid smoke pouring out of the engine compartment. Hollywood would lead us to believe that the car would burst into flames at this point and then explode into a three-story fireball. Fortunately, fireballs don’t happen most of the time. The Mercedes was a crumpled mess. I survived, thank God for air bags, and opened the door – good engineering required that the door still be able to open in a catastrophic accident. The deer was in the middle of the road, writhing in pain.

     I never shot anything before, but the poor bastard didn’t deserve to go out like this – suffering from grievous wounds. The .40 S&W was a powerful, highly accurate round – the bullet caught the deer just below the eye socket, leaving a small entry wound but the back of its skull was blown out onto the asphalt. I figure that was the most decent thing I’ve ever done in my life.

     This is the point where I get a little fuzzy. I was standing there shaking from the crash and from putting the deer down and I remember a bright light. I heard a ringing in my ears and a loud sound like a bomb exploding – and no, it wasn’t the Mercedes exploding into a Bay-esque fireball, I checked.

And that’s when I woke up to being a chipmunk snack.

The green sky and the smell of the air had a disconcerting effect on my fragile mind. I had one weird night, but this was over the top. Where were my pants? I don’t swear much, but I feel that this circumstance warrants it. So I looked at the beautiful five moon sky and let out a stream of obscenities that would make a trucker blush.

Bearings. I needed to get my bearings. I was standing in a field next to an oak tree. The chipmunk was a sleep – maybe he was dead – I could only hope! I stretched my legs, after a nasty car crash you would think that I would start to feel sore or cramp up. I surprisingly felt…alive, like I could run, jump, or wrestle an angry chipmunk.

Scanning the horizon, I saw a glimmering object about 30 feet away, hoping it was my pants, I walked towards it. It wasn’t my pants, but the gun. I worked the action and checked the magazine like I’ve seen in the movies; I knew I had at least 2 bullets. I would imagine that having a loaded weapon in a strange world would have a calming effect, but I felt scared. Where was I? What would I face? How do I get home?

I decided to keep walking in the direction I found the gun, maybe my pants were close as well. In front of me was a dense forest of blue pine trees – not blue spruce, but actual blue pines. Was I in a Dr. Suess book? The important thing to note is that they smelled like pine trees, that sweet sappy smell that I love. I closed my eyes and breathed and it was as if I was at home in my backyard. I lived on 20 acres in the woods – I might be a highly-skilled medical doctor, but I was a country boy at heart. Pine has a calming effect on my spirit.

Venturing into the woods further, I crossed a creek that ran with green water. Flowing over rocks and around sand bars, I figured it was safe to drink, even if it seemed to have a high algae content, at least that’s what I figured it was. The banks of the creek were lined with broad leafed plants that formed natural cups. I plucked off the nearest leaf and dipped it into the cool, flowing water. I had to test it, so I dipped my pinky into the water – it didn’t burn or melt my finger off. Test one, successful. I dipped my finger in again and put a drop in my mouth. It was the best tasting water I have ever had in my life. Although it was cold, I felt warmth in my stomach. I took a long pull from the leaf and immediately felt refreshed. I drank until I was satisfied – about half of a leaf full of the amazing water.

I decided to keep moving, those pants weren’t going to find themselves.  After walking for what seemed like an hour, the forest started to thin out. I stopped at the edge of a clearing and there ahead of me was the most amazing sight I had ever seen in my life. A wall. This was a special wall, it was 100 feet tall – I guess. And it looked like it was made out of solid gold! But in my mind, all that mattered was that a wall meant civilization, that meant people, and that meant…pants.

The wall was a journey in itself. It took three hours of hiking around the circumference to find an entrance. The break in the wall was a wooden door, about 20 feet tall. There were cobwebs on the door and rust on the hinges – this obviously wasn’t the main gate. I tried the knob on the door, figuring it was locked. Surprisingly it was not and it opened rather easily. The door opened into the pitch black, but better there than in the woods – I was one step closer to pants.

I figured the room I stepped into was filled with books. There was that musty smell of old paper and leather, aged with time into a crisp mildewed odor mixing with the sweet mahogany of the bookshelves. I felt along the wall of the room for a switch, and was shocked to actually find one. I flipped the switch and a single light bulb flickered and began to give off a faint hum and then warmed into a steady dim glow. Sure enough, I was in a library or archive of some sorts, but from all the dust and spider webs I figure it hadn’t seen visitors in years.

The room wasn’t particularly large, about as big as a bedroom in a suburban house – one of those planned community things – little boxes as the song says. Shelves covered every wall floor to ceiling – and dust covered that. There were a few tables in the room, covered in books as well – stacks 10-12 books high in places, others were open and laying on top of the piles. The floor was just as dusty as the rest of the room and I didn’t see any footprints or signs of life – other than mine.

I had found civilization, but it sure seemed abandoned. I decided to look at the books that were open on the table to see if I could recognize anything about them. Imagine my surprise when I was able to read the writing! I picked up the book and sat in the only place in the room, a huge high backed wooden chair covered with intricate carvings in a foreign script. The seat was padded and covered in a rich red leather – and dust. I began reading the tome and found that it was a treatise on patience and I immediately wanted to skip that book to the next, but I decided to read a few paragraphs and found myself becoming calmer. As I read it seemed as though time stopped and I forgot I was in an alien environment. I finished the book and was amazed at the clarity and reasoning, I felt a measure of new confidence and security – was that book magic?

I picked another book from the pile; it had a wooden cover with the same intricate carvings as the chair, totally unrecognizable symbols. The book was heavy, much heavier than its size would let on, and after reading the first paragraph I figured out why it had so much weight – the subject matter was very deep.

A ship from a safe port had set out to sea, unsure of its destination. It began moving through the ocean in one direction and ran into a terrible storm. The waves pounded the ship and damaged the rudder. The poor ship was throw like a baseball from one wave to another, the sails were torn, and the crew was terrified.

When the storm had passed, the crew made a few repairs to the sails and started moving again, further into the ocean rather than back to the safety of the harbor. Another storm struck the vessel and tore at the mast and ripped at the crew, many lives were lost and the ship took on much water. But then calm came again and the remaining crew set about repairing what damage they could – a tattered sail with patches was the best they could muster. They continued on towards the open waters, hoping to find a new port for repairs. Eventually they came to a port, but it was filled with pirates and thieves, the crew barely escaped in their damaged ship.

Again they sailed out into the open ocean and finally, they ran into a hurricane. The waves ran higher than they had ever seen. The fierce wind hit like a sledgehammer. The ship, already damaged, was destroyed and the crew drowned in the horrible blackness.

The end of the book had a single note:

Think of your life as the ship and the storms as the trials you face. Do you continue aimlessly or do you return to your port of safety?

I sat for a moment after reading and wept. I realize that I had always lived my life going from crisis to crisis, my crazy night was a prime example. What did I need to learn from this?

That’s when I saw something that caught my eye on the table. A tall yellowed piece of parchment with bold lettering across the top: WANTED. The image was a familiar face – button nose, cruel eyes, buck teeth, and whiskers. Apparently his name was Charmine the Chipmunk. He was wanted for horrible, horrible crimes that I won’t mention here. Dead or Alive – I immediately felt for the gun tucked into my tattered underwear. How I wish I had pants!

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[greenflamedwriter]

First Draft. Part One

Thinking back on it now, lance has never made any good decisions in all of his life. Falling from heaven, was not on his to do list.

He fumbled around like a newly born deer, unable to walk unable to communicate, and there were so many rules he needed to know to survive, he thought other fallen angels would help him.

But they cast him aside.

Lance didn’t understand it at first, the sneers and glances they gave him. Until he heard others gossip thinking he couldn’t hear them.

“He choose this! No one wanted to fall for something as stupid as he did.”

Oh.

He began to ignore them and kept to himself at first it was fine.

That was until the hunger started.

The raw hunger was new, it burned him from the inside out, he had no idea how to stop it. He knew he craved something, anything !

Eating human food helped for a while but it didn’t take away the pain.

Then one day he saw a demon, and he was...handsome. Not that Lance cared about that sort of thing, but he was someone that made Lance breath stutter and freeze in his tracks.

His human side that was.

Lance could tell he was a demon, just by his scent, his mannerisms, but what he truly looked like Lance figured he would never know. His every instinct told Lance not to get involved to go the other way and avoid him.

Then Lance’s eyes trailed to the woman hanging of the demons arm, tugging him playfully towards somewhere.

Lance’s feet moved on their own, curiosity dragged him from heaven before, why not follow it further?

The demon took her home and Lance watched from the rooftop of another street, perched on the edge like a gargoyle.

He saw the two going into her room he presumed, he waited for the demon to pounce and wondered if he’d be witnessing a murder.

What happened...was not what he was expecting.

The demons warm smile, that even gave Lance butterflies, changed and even the hungry look in his eye was indescribable.

Both the demon and human started taking of their clothes, Lance gasped and covered his eyes. An Angel- no wait, ex-angel- Couldn’t watch this, he’s never seen this before. He’s heard of it, it was the main reason why most angels fell in the first place.

But he’d never, oh my god- he was going to hell! Lance’s heart beat thumped against his chest like a twittering bird.

He peeked through his fingers feeling his heart sky rocket as he saw in full detail what this demon was doing. Oh god he could still see his face, until the demon looked up their eyes locked.

Lance gasped and fell backwards, falling off of the ledge and onto the rooftop. He groaned more than winded until he realised what happened and crawled over the wall covering his mouth.

He saw him! Now Lance was full out panicking, what the hell was he going to do?

“What are you doing here!?”

A voice growled behind him, Lance all but screamed and whipped around, his white wings fluttering behind him. The demon flew above him with a beat of his bat like wings he landed before the angel.

His yellow eyes scrunched into a snarl, his horns haphazard and broken, unlike Lance’s halo that was still intact.

Lance was petrified.

“Kid, I don’t actually enjoy voyeurism so you tell me what was…” The demon paused as it took in Lance’s wings, still white and halo still intact except for that tell tale hairline fracture at the centre.

Shiro reached out and grabbed his wing, Lance panicked trying to move back and his other wing spasmed his body reacting at the danger, his thoughts only screaming red-alarms.

He’s going to rip my wings off!

“Keep still.” Lance stopped instantly, biting his cheek to stop himself from crying.

The demons eyes dragged from his wings, as some feathers molted to the floor, to his face.

“When did you fall?” The demon asked, Lance was unsure of answering until he saw the flex of fingers on his wing and gasped out “A-A few months ago.”

The demon drew back, slowly letting for of his wings, the angel gave a sigh of relief. Until the other spoke.

“And how long have you been starving yourself?”

Lance eyes flickered, starving?

He asked those sentiments himself, the demon only growled and lunged forward. Lance cried out about to fall over the side of the rooftop, about to eat concrete-

- Then his whole world snapped to a stop.

As lips crashed onto his, Lance was too stunned to move. Until he felt a tongue probe forwards and slip into his mouth he gasped, and the demon slotted forward keeping him still by gripping his wings.

Lance buckled trying to shift, until he felt something warm travel down his throat and he gasped, as that long simmering burn he once felt in his stomach diminished like a cold bucket of water.

The demon pulled back “That, is what you need to feed. The essence of humans, make them pray for you, believe in you- fear you or...the most simplest way is to have carnal relations with them and draw out their essence.”

Lance was too busy being shocked that he was just kissed...by a demon.

“Why did no one tell you this?”

Lance looked up at the demon still processing, until he realised what he said “I....maybe it’s because I didn’t really fall, like….like they did.”

The demon crossed his arms “Really? I doubt it’s that different to the others, let me guess you missed your old life and wished to return.” Lance shook his head.

“You had tempting sinful thoughts-”

“God no!”

Lance didn’t have to tell him, but the demon felt less...horrible than the others, and this was the first time anyone had talked to him. Lance was going out of his mind being unseen by the others and ignored. Call him a little desperate.

“I fell in love, okay? I know it’s stupid as soon as I fell down here she died. I’m stuck and she’s gone and it’s pathetic. The others wanted nothing to do with me, that I actively choose this while they feel cheated.”

The demon said nothing and Lance started playing with his wings, the demon gave a tut and grabbed his arm.

“Wh- What are you-”

“Shut up, you should be grateful that I’m taking you under my wing.” Lance gaped and tried to look at him properly “And I’m supposed to follow you?I don’t even know who you are-”

The demon looked back with a smirk “My name is Kuro, there. Not strangers...”

.....Years Later....

Lance was on his own, looking seriously at a poster chart for a space program.

He might as well right? He was practically immortal, better to start now than never.

He glanced at the poster and gaped ��That son of a bitch.”

Right there looking like a ray of sunshine was Kuro, he was a senior cadet and already had missions in space already.

Lance grit his teeth together. he thought he was done with that demon. But no matter what Lance did he couldn't escape him!

He was calling himself Shiro now (White? HAH!) He was acting like some goody two shoe poster boy and Lance saw through that act like clear glass.

He knew why the demon was doing it though, Shiro was looking for alternate ways to feed, humans weren’t stupid. They were becoming more aware of them, demons and fallen angels. Although they did call their kind vampires, some sort of superstition at least.

Still better safe than sorry, not to mention the surplus population the ratio of humans to their kind was not enough.

It was better to look for alternate food sources while they could.

Lance though, he wanted to return back to the stars. He knew heaven wouldn't take him back but…just a touch of his outstretched fingers would be enough.

Although knowing Shiro was here made him almost reconsider.

But… being on earth...alone. He fell for a reason to stay on Earth with the one he loved. But now he would do anything to get away from the reminder.

Then Shiro got lost in space, and Lance well- he cackled like an idiot. He didn't mean to it was just, Kuro finally goes in space ister big bad I'm going to fix the food shortage problem and ends up vanishing like a fucking idiot.

Lance laughed, then got punched by Keith Kogane.

He wasn't laughing now, at least he took Keiths spot as a fighter pilot. But it didn't feel earned even the flight instructors got in his face about it.

Lance held back on so many choice words, he was an angel for crying out loud he could suck everyone in this room dry till they were crumpled corpses.

But if he said that outloud you gotta believe everyone would take that wrong.

Later that night, feeling antsy and starving he convinced Hunk to go to the next town other to meet some girls.

Then he spotted Pidge.

And curiosity got the best of him yet again, he needed to stop following that thing but what was the worst that could happen?

He followed Pidge onto the roof where a meteor landed right outside of their base. Weird coincidence but whatever.

Then Pidge hacked into their video feeds.

“Is it the aliens? Oh God they came here so quick.”

It turned out to be Shiro strapped to a table.

God why couldn’t he escape him!?

They all agree to save Shiro not until another player joins the field, and it happens to be Keith.

Could this day get any more better?

He followed Keith into the make shift tent and watched as the kid pulled down his mask and tilt Shiro's face.

"Shiro?"

Then Lance saw it, Keith's devotion- and understand why he punched Lance before.

And something ugly twisted inside of Lance's chest.

"Uh-uh, Oh no. I'm saving Shiro!" Lance said forcefully pushing the table out of the way and grabbing Shiro's...robotic arm?

The fuck did this guy even do in space?

"Who are you?"

Lance raised an eyebrow, was this guy serious?

Well guess you can't remember everyone you punch.

"Uh, Guys?" Hunk called out worried "I think we have company."

"Ah shit."

They managed to avoid the garrison, and death from Keith's reckless driving and made it to his shack in one piece.

Lance collapsed onto his couch, welp there goes the space program. He could probably try again in a couple of years when the garrison forget all about him.

Keith growled "Help me!" Lance flinched and saw Keith drag Shiro towards a door, maybe the bedroom?

"You look like you have it covered buddy."

"Get the fucking door!" Keith yelled his voice pitching, Shiro must be heavier than he thought.

Lance took his time in opening the door and Keith huffed, there was a bed that Keith placed him on once Shiro was settled did Keith go towards the closet and grab some clothes.

Lance glanced at Shiro and frowned, the white streak in his hair was new, and the scar across his nose....

did Lance feel bad for him...?

Nah! Of course not, Shiro was unkillable. He was like Samuel Jackson in hitmans body guard.

Still it was taking a while so Lance took a step back "I'll leave you to it, he'll probably get spooked if there's more than one person in here."

Keith just grunted and Lance just sighed and left the room, shutting the door with a slam, after walking out into the hallway he heard Pidge and Hunk.

"The Anaesthetic should be wearing off soon." Pidge said, still typing on her computer.

"I know but it's taking so long- the garrison is going to kill us Pidge, and the aliens? Are they here, I'm freaking out."

Lance grimaced and stepped inside "Hunk, it'll be fine. Once Shiro wakes up everything will be all sorted out. All we have to do is wait."

Waiting turned into an hour....then a few more minutes. In that time Hunk was looking at Keiths wall and announced he could find Voltron with a geiter meter. He has just now finished it.

Having nothing left to do, Lance walked towards the bedroom to tell Keith the good news.

They should at least prepare until Shiro wakes up.

Lance opened the door “Hey Keith-” He stopped to see both Shiro and Keith making out, Lance should’ve figured, Shiro was starving for...who knows how long. It still pissed him off though.

The two stopped startled and looked at him in surprise, Lance beamed.

"Lance get out!" Keith squeaked, Lance couldn’t help it his smile spread further.

"Oho! I'm sorry," He dodged a flying shoe still smiling like a chesire cat "But Hunk has that geiter meter finished,"

Keith's paused "Wait, really- Shiro C'mon!"

Keith ran past them grabbing his shoe along the way, Lance leaned against the door frame with a smirk.

Shiro scowled, and grabbed his shirt pulling on the sleeves and doing up his jacket.

"You did that on purpose," he prowled forward making Lance look up.

“So what if I did?”

Shiro took a breath then exhaled resigned, "Lance, about where we left things off...." He was going to apologise, Lance couldn't believe it. There was no way.

"I wish I had left sooner."

Lance gave a slow blink "What?"

Shiro shrugged, still blissfully unaware "I think taking you under my wing,"

Taking? More like grooming.

"Was okay, but I think just knowing me instead of branching of to the others is why we resent each other."

wrong, so so wrong.

"Thanks for saving me, but Keith and I can handle this, so you could just go back to the garrison-”

"Fuck you Kuro."

Shiro stopped talking and finally looked at Lance who was visibly shaking "When they said you vanished you know what I thought? Thank god."

Sure he wished Shiro was lost in space he didn't want the guy dead though, he didn't have to know that.

"I saved you since you helped me back there, so you have nothing to hold over me. But don't start acting like a guardian now especially with how much you fawn over your god damn precious golden boy-"

"Lance-"

"Save it. We're finding this Voltron and reporting back to the garrison and then I am done with you." Lance turned around then whipped back around pointing at Shiro.

"I wanted to leave Earth to get rid of my demons."

Shiro's eyes widened in hurt, Lance walked back towards the sitting room where Hunk and Pidge were suspiciously quiet he glanced at Keith and almost flinched when the others eyes flashed at his.

What was his problem?

Shiro came out of the room looking sour and drained, oh yeah he was hungry and was about to use Keith as a meal. Lance's smirk grew, serves him right.

End of Chapter one

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Angel Dialouge.

_Kuro opened the door to his (now shared) apartment and paused when he looked up. He still wasn't used to the sight.

Lance likes heights to remind himself how he had never fallen."

"Admiring the view?"

"I like the height, it's almost like I..."

"Oh, how was your day?"

"Better,"

-Kisses Lance This wasn't a permanent arrangment, once Lance figured it out himself he'll leave. And Kuro can continue on like normal.

"Scoot over."

"T-thank you

"You're welcome

"Do you want to fly with me?

You do still remember?" He asked.

"Well duh, You do realise you're looking at the fastest flyer in Celestia?" "Uh I mean-"

"Well if you're that good, you're going to have to prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything- You'll be so shocked you'll fly into a billboard."

“Hey Lance, mind if we talk a minute?”

“Lance, I can’t keep talking care of you like a mama bird that feeds her chick.”

“Lance, do you want to come with me, and see how I feed?” Lance blinked then flushed “H-How you feed?”

“No. No- I’m not ready.” Kuro’s face fell and Lance stood up walking away.

“I can’t-”

“Would others help?” Kuro asked and Lance blinked “Others?”

“I mean other fallen angels, to show you how it’s done.” Lance stared and Kuro waited a beat then held his hands up “Lance, I don’t see any other way-”

“I will- I’ll watch...I do want to learn.” And Kuro smiled and Lance had to beam at him as well.

“Kuro? Hey I’m sorry for-”

There was no one there.

“Kuro?”

He opened the door and froze eyes wide as he inhaled sharply.

“Lance,”

“I can’t do this.”

He had to leave. Now.

“Lance? Lance wait-” He felt his arm being grabbed and let himself be pulled.

“Lance? You said you wanted to learn-”

“Yeah to watch- as in you had no part in it and now you’re- you’re having...intercourse with angels something that doesn’t benefit you.”

“Lance, it’s okay for angels and demons to have sex,”

“Yeah but I- nevermind. Look thanks Kuro, but I’m still not ready for this world yet.”

“You can’t just,”

“Apparate towards heaven?”

“It’s not called Heaven- it’s Celestia.”

“And I can’t go back, I know that I’ll figure something out.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Thank you Kuro for everything, once I figure everything out-”

“No.” Lance flailed at the sudden dark tone from Kuro.

“N-No?”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

-Lance thought it was impossible to fall further into this abyss called hell-

They said hell was an internal flame with burned wretched souls, but Lance never believed in that Hell, no this was stone cold, ice glaziers striking his heart and wearing him down with the weight.

Kuro brought another angel over. Kinkade.

“Out for a flight.”

“Maybe Kinkade could join us?”

He was enraptured with Kuro’s flying. How strong it was, powerful and beautiful, like a shark coming to sweep you up from below.

Lance had no ides he’d been engulphed long ago.

But then Kinkade flew towards Kuro and Lance felt his heart clench.

None of the other angels fell into Kuro’s trap, it was as if they were all playing a game, and Lance was too stupid to know how to play it.

(At least they got closer) a traitorous voice told him (They get to touch him, have him in a way you’ll never have.)

Lance let his wings beat one final time before he plummeted his eyes slipping shut.

Falling brought him into this mess, maybe the second time might kill him.

All Lance did was fall in love, why was this punishment?

Before he could hit the ground the sound escaping his ears he felt something tug against him harshly and he cried out as he went the other way shooting into the sky, he cried out scrambling against the thing that had him and was flying higher into the sky. Lance almost stopped breathing he didn’t have to as they shot upwards breaking past the smoky clouds.

Lance blinked as they escaped the clouds and reached higher as he looked down to see Earth's atmosphere.

The line between the blue of the earth glowing and almost swallowed by the black of space.

Lance eyes widened tears springing to his eyes.

His hand outstretched as if he could touch it, the earth the clouds the stars in the sky and further and further.

What he used to see at Celestials gates.

He looked up and saw Kuro holding him in his arms with a murderous look on his face. Lance blanched leaning further away.

“Want to go back to Celestial so badly?” He asked his words scaching and almost blending in with the vast space behind him.

Kuro was like a black hole that was sucking Lance in and if he got too close, he’ll rip him apart.

“Then fly there yourself.”

His hands slowly let go and Lance gasped as he plummeted. Too weak to even beat his wings never mind trying to fly back to that place that unreachable place that is not only closed off by the length of space but by physical limitations too.

Lance screamed as he fell flashes to the first time, he was as scared as he was now.

His wings beating uselessly against him and Lance turned to see the Earth greeting him, welcoming him in with it’s gravitational embrace.

It wasn’t comforting.

Lance was screaming so much he couldn’t breathe.

He stopped just as quickly still panting, gulping in large gasps of air and heard Kinkade laugh.

“Did you see his face, Kuro?” Lance’s face scrunched in confusion. Until he heard the beat of the bat like wings attached to a chuckling demon.

Lance pushed Kinkade away, that was it. He’d had enough.

Watching the angels getting closer to Kuro while he could barely get a finger's breadth, he felt Kuro fly towards him his hand reaching out.

“Lance?”

He touched his shoulder then screamed as he ripped his arm back as if he’d been burned.

Lance skin was smoldering with smoke as if he was burning, he turned face scrunched into a snarl his eyes glowing bright light with an angelic scorn.

Kuro forgot, Lance fell recently and unlike him who was surviving from humans or Kinkade who barely had any left. They forgot the remaining Grace that Lance had.

And he looked like an avenging Angel smiting those that disobeyed his beliefs.

They forgot for a moment and felt fear as Lance screamed a shockwave bellowed out, the clouds rolling grey and a thunderous roar bringing down the rain.

Kuro and Kinkade fell back crashing to the earth their wings ripped from the sheer impact, Lance collapsed onto the pavement his feet barely holding him up as smoke waved of his body and his own wings ripped from the impact.

His still looked Murderous.

“If you try to find me again, Kuro. I’ll kill you.” Lance slowly stood straighter the light dimming from his eyes. “Consider that a warning.”

Kuro was barely able to hold his conscious as he watched Lance turn around in the rain his wings dragging behind him, Kuro blacked out.

And once he awoke, Lance was gone. Missing, and Kuro frantically searched for him everywhere in the city but he couldn’t find him either because Lance knew how to hide from him or worse….Lance was dead.

-He will never fly again, the ripped out crystals won’t affect his flight after food he’ll be as good as new…wait..-

“Um, excuse me?”

“Um, are you okay?”

“No, I...I was kicked out of my home, as you do.”

“Kicked out in this rain? That just won’t do, come on. Let’s get you out of this freezing cold.”

“Fine.”

_Guy lunges and kisses lance and lance accidently sucks out his soul-

“I did it- I didn’t even have to go the whole way!”

“Hey! What’s going on over there!”

"Oh, he tried to hassle me then he just collapsed.”

“I’ll call an ambulance,”

“You may need to give a statement.”

-Gives Lance his jacket in the rain-

“Sorry, you look cold.”

“Do you have a place to stay?”

“Um, no...my friend uh, kicked me out.”

“What? That douche, I uh, I know this is creepy but I do need a roommate, I work full day shifts and my dog is always alone.”

“If it’s no bother-”

“No bother at all, oh I didn’t get your name.”

“The names Lance.”

The man chuckled “I’m Ryou,”

If Kuro was an angel, he guessed this is what he would look like, Lance figured. There was loads of differences with the two, the whole lack of demon aura for one was comforting. Lance drew the coat closer to himself and smiled. He just hoped he wasn’t another creep like Kuro, or the other stranger on the floor but at least.

Lance smiled slow and cunning, he could take care of himself.

-Pods open to reveal Allura falling out.-

“Who are you?”

“I-I uh,”

-Lance overloaded on altean energy-

“Who are you, how did you get into the castle!”

“Whoa- let him go we are not the enemies here!”

-Lance wobbles away-

“Are you okay?”

“Back off.”

-Allura give her hologram lions to each of them.

“What, a handsome gifted pilot that's ever existed? I get it."

“Ahem, the black lion requires a leader someone who is focused where everyone will follow them.”

“Shiro, You will be the Black Paladin.”

“Oh fuck off.”

-Others stare-

“What? Why is Shiro the leader? He was taken by the galra he could be brainwashed for all we know.”

-fight sentry and misses shot-

“You were too slow.”

-Fumes when Allura agree's with him-

-Mind meld-

“Visualise in your mind your most important memory.”

“Pidge stop thinking of your girlfriend!”

“I’m not it’s Lance!”

“Hey I wasn’t thinking of my-”

“Plus it wasn’t me it was Pidge!"

“I’m just- I’m just tired

“Okay, we’ll take a break.”

“So, who was she anyway. You never mentioned a girlfriend at the garrison and I pegged you for the bragging type, she looked cute.”

“Hunk, not now.”

“Well we’re taking a break I mean, she looked latino, a sister I don’t know-”

“Hunk- Back off !”

“I’m sorry Hunk,” “I’m just uh, going to look for Coran.”

“What was his problem?”

“I don’t know, did I say something wrong?”

“He was probably stressed from the training, but still that doesn’t mean he takes it out on you.”

“Her name was Penolope.”

“She died. Before Lance could even tell her how he felt, he fell for her and she died. I know you meant well Hunk but Penelope is a bit of a sore spot for him.”

“I...I didn’t know.” Shiro nodded “He’s not open about it,”

“Was this when…?”

-Lance wasn’t talking to Hunk. Hunk wasn’t talking to Lance.-

“Look, I’m sorry to snap at you if you’re mad at me I get it-”

“Whoa whoa- What?” Hunk cried out looking alarmed and even Lance flinched surprised.

“Wait- I thought you were mad at me !”

“What? Why would I be mad at you? I was the one who was being an inconsiderate jerk.”

“You were avoiding me?”

“What no- I tried to give you some room I thought you hated me!”

“Of course I don’t hate you-you're Hunk. You’re like the nicest person here! I would never hate you.”

-They make up-

“If you guys are treating me like glass because of what you know I’ll stop speaking to all of you.”

“Look, I’m sorry.”

“I know it’s my fault that we can’t form Voltron I hadn’t been honest about myself,”

“Nonsense, trusting each other is the key not knowing each other’s secrets. Just trust each other blind faith! That’ll get it done!.”

“Which we can’t do when someone is purposely being an ass.” (Keith)

“And that’s not the reason why we can’t form Voltron. You hate Shiro and that’s why we’re not moving. We’re on a planet like sitting ducks out here waiting to be killed by the Galra all because you can’t just man up and get over this stupid fight with Shiro.”

“I hate Shiro. There happy now, And I doubt those feelings would change. Even if you guys tell me that I have to man up to work with you all but honestly? There’s nothing keeping me here.”

“I can leave if I damn near want to. If it’s that or make nice with Shiro I know where I’m going.”

“Lance! You can’t just abandon this fight! You have an obligation as the Blue Paladin-”

“You can do it then, if you’re that interested.”

“Believe me, all I’ve ever wanted was to be a pilot to Voltron. To make Zarkon pay for everything he’s done and I won’t let a human destroy the last hope to save the universe.”

“Oh, you won’t let me? so you’re going to force me to be a paladin then what’s next? force Voltron to save the world, Force it to make the Galra pay for what they did to you and the alteans and put them through what they went through?”

“That sounds like dictatorship and you’ll be just as bad as the Galra.”

“Lance!”

-others flinch at Shiro's tone-

“I’ve been in the arena, I had to fight other prisoners to the death to survive and when they had enough they made us fight their champion a monster that was too strong for any of us and they died . Civilians that did not ask for this and imagine that they learn we could've saved them but didn’t because one member was too selfish and cowardly to do anything about it.”

“This is bigger than you or me, lives are on the line here and you can take that hate you feel for me and cram it. Use it to help us to form Voltron and think of it this way. The quicker we form Voltron the quicker you and I can be on different sides of the galaxy as far away from each other.”

“And plus

“You still owe me from all those years ago, I didn’t have to take you under my wing.”

“You can leave if you want Lance, but that doesn’t mean we’ll hold it lightly."

“Look, my feelings aren’t going to magically disappear overnight. And not only do I have the right to have second thoughts, I’m allowed. We were on earth and now your asking us to risk our lives for a cause we have no part in?”

“No, here me out first. None of us have spoke about this, I bet Pidge had ideas of coming out here in the first place."

“Don’t drag me into this.”

“But it’s true, and you Hunk, do you want to die in space, never seeing your family again?”

“Enough!”

“They are allowed to know! We’re just kids! And believe me I’m not running away. I’ve honestly got nothing better to do. But none of you asked us if we’re okay with this.”

“He has a point.”

“Hunk!”

“I get what you’re saying but I miss my family and I want to go home like is that an option?”

-hits grenade-

“Lance just- dived in front of Rover, like steve rogers on the grenade in captain America!”

“Hunk,”

“Oh god what’s happening.”

“it’s the Galra, that’s what happens when we stay planet side for so long.”

“And our crystal was destroyed. We can’t power the ship, we’re defencless princess.”

“We need another crystal, luckily Corans grandfather made a back-up chamber.”

“But with no power to activate it, that chamber is radioactive.”

“How else can we get it out then?”

“The Paladin suits were upgraded to withstand any environment, space and radiation you’ll have to go to a decontamination chamber but you will have to remain there until the ship is up and running.”

“Why do I feel like your asking me to do it.”

“Hunk that is final. Pidge Keith, you have to stop any intruders to getting to this point, it is the main control panel and the galra would take over the ship and take the lions with them.”

“And Shiro, we need to take Lance to the medical bay."

“Medical bay?”

“It has it’s own solar crystal. It hasn’t been affected by the blackout, come we don’t have time.”

“In here.”

“Quickly, we don’t have time, remove his clothes.”

“uh what-”

“No everything , the pod will place him in medical suiting without disturbing the wound.”

“He’s going to be okay, two days in the pod and he’ll make a full recovery.” Shiro wished he could believe that especially at the blood seeping through the white suit the Pod put him in.

“How? He was exposed to a grenade. That would’ve killed him.”

“Not with Altean technology, we can treat anything. Shiro this is why I brought you here, with the Galra threat we need someone to watch over Lance.”

“Of Course I’ll stay here, what are you and Coran going to do.”

“We’re going to help Hunk hook up the crystal and re-activate the castle. I’ll assisted Coran. Keep your cons on and don’t for any circumstance abandon this room until we give the all clear.”

“Are you an idiot or something!?”

“No wonder you hate me, any normal person would let go.”

“But I’m selfish,”

“I wish we could start over, I wish I knew what to fix this. But I don’t know…”

“Champion, I know Zarkon will be pleased to have all the lions and his champion back in his empire.”

“As if I’ll roll over for you.”

“The galra gave me an upgrade as well.”

“Want to see what it does?”

“What!?”

“Yes-”

“Lance?”

“Shiro!”

Only to freeze as Lance fired a warning shot taking a step back against Shiro.

“Stay right there!”

“Lance?”

“Kuro- What the hell is even going on, and who the heck are those guys...what’s with the weird outfits?”

“Lance, what was the last thing you remembered?”

“He was let out the pod too early, his memories must have been affected.”

“My memories?”

“Lance, we’re friends all of us.”

“So how much am I forgetting?”

“Well the fact that you’re glued to Shiro right now? That’s alot.”

“What? Why would me being next to...wait Shiro?”

“When did that happen?”

Lance reached out his finger almost about to touch the bridge of Shiro’s nose until he paused.

“Sorry, I- Sorry,”

“Everything was fuzzy there for a second.”

“It’s fine, why you were let out early is- oh my Altea you should get back in, you’re wounds a probably…”

“The Galra let me out but I think I’m okay? Maybe it works differently on humans.”

“Lance, if you want to leave Voltron it’s okay.”

“Shiro!”

“I don’t want you to go, but it’s your choice. The others won’t give you a hard time I just,"

“I don’t want to force you to stay with me this time. I know I screwed up and if there’s anything to make up for it I will.”

“W-well fine. God if I left you guys all of you would be in pieces all over the control room."

"..."

"Too soon?"

“Dude I’m a leg!”

“That’s awesome man!”

“Alright team,”

“Time for some battle formations.”

“Shiro?”

He was starving. Lance stood on wobbly legs, his door opened with a silent whoosh he walked towards Allura's room one hand on the door, the neon lights reflected his shadow and in turn the hidden wings.

Lance eyes caught the reflection and his breath hitched. Instead of the transparent crystal like wings he grew up with- he saw leathery bat like wings in his silouette.

Lance fell backwards scrubbing at his eyes to see his shadow the same. Just him, wingless.

Before he could even think of stepping inside the alarms began to blare overhead, Lance scowled. Just typical, he began to run towards the hanger then backtracked once he saw Shiro leaving Keiths room.

Both looked haggard while running towards the doors while pulling on their armour.

Lance almost ran into the wall.

Oh- So that’s why he couldn’t find Shiro last night. Lance scowled and began to walk towards his room grabbing his armour. That was just typical.

“If the Galra attacked we would be dead!”

“Been there, done that.”

“And you should be even more vigilant!”

“I almost died which makes me even more tired. I think I’m allowed a small break?”

“Fine.”

“Seriously, you okay?”

“Uh yeah- I’m fine,”

“Uh, are you okay?”

“Not really, I wish I had more time to mentally prepare.”

“Well I guess you can’t ever prepare yourself, I mean your the type that over thinks things and freaks out.”

“Yeah,”

“But honestly, you’ve been doing fine so far, I mean out of everyone you looked like you adjusted well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, the first mind meld you were thinking about food,”

“Yeah well when I’m nervous I think about food, or stressed it’s uh my comfort.”

“Remember the time we pranked Iverson at the garrison?”

“With clarity.”

“You were freaking out so much, we were almost caught you know.”

“What Prank with iverson?”

“Remember that time Iverson was locked inside the classroom and no one opened the door for him- not even the teachers?”

“That was you?”

“I heard a student hacked into the system and unearthed lots of dirt on Iverson and uploaded it on youtube.” Lance fist pumped “Kudo’s to that guy- he’s our hero!”

“It’s a distress signal.”

“What if it’s a trap?”

“There are thousands of distress signals caused by the galra, if we start saving them maybe we’ll gain allies.”

“I think it’s worth a shot, if it falls down to a fight we can handle it.”

“Is there any objections?” Allura asked at last and Lance felt himself grow irritated, too late we’re already there!

“We came as soon as we heard your distress signal,”

“Distress signal- oh that- that was a trap?”

“For the Galra! We always trap the Galra and integrate them to tell other rebellions what to look out for.”

“This whole planet is actually a ship-”

“Rolo, how should we even trust them.”

“We’re the paladins of Voltron,” Nyma raised an eyebrow.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a myth?”

“We’re as real as they come.”

“This ship is just the entrance,”

“No way you can control the whole planet!”

“Yep, wouldn’t it be suspicious for Galra to go missing all the time? They’d have to investigate the same coordinates they were located, it’s a shame that the planet disappeared though.”

“That’s a cool trick.”

“Well if the Galra are dumb enough not to catch on the better for us,”

“What exactly do you guys even do?”

“So what do you do around here?”

“I run maintenance, Beezer navigations and Rolo is the pilot,”

“Oh that sounds like my team, Hunk is our maintenance guy and Pidge is our navigations and I’m the pilot.”

“Oh I could tell, you act so confident

“Yep, you have to be to lead a team on a dangerous exhibition-”

“Hey, you’re a paladin of Voltron, right?”

“Uh yeah,”

“So you have a lion, right?”

“Right what was not to get- oh.”

“We’re going for a flight!”

“Lance wait-”

“Oh let them go. Nyma has been cooped up in here for a while.”

“Hey You said this planet was used as a trap to lure people inside and then gruel them for information.”

“Since we’re inside the planet right now, how do we know you’re not tricking us the same way?”

“What? There’s more of you than of us,”

“These camera’s should be recording what is happening on the planet right?”

“Hunk- there’s no need for these accusations.”

“No he’s right, Lance just left- but...he’s not on the screen.”

“What?”

“What?”

“Someone’s sabotaged the camera’s- Beezer!”

Hunk flushed “Oh my god dude I’m so sorry-”

“It’s fine, Nyma must of changed the screens for some privacy, now I’m embarrassed.”

“Hey, want to try something?”

“Uh sure-”

“What-”

“Sorry Lance, The Galra promised me if I gave them a lion they would let my team go, you understand right?”

“It’s a shame I really liked you-”

“What did you do to her!”

“She tied me up and was about to take the blue lion, she made a deal with the galra."

“What- you’d really think we’d do that?”

“The cameras were faulty and you even said Nyma must have done it. That was the perfect chance to take the blue lion.”

“Nyma could be dead for all I know, how do I know you’re Paladin didn’t kill her!?”

“She’ll be fine, once she wakes up we’ll ask what happened.”

“How can we even trust them after what just happened,”

“How can we trust you!?”

“It was true I was trying to steal the blue lion.”

“What?”

“Nyma- Voltron is our last hope, the only thing that could stop the Galra and you almost sabotaged that?”

“They gave me a deal, the Galra’s technology are advancing you have noticed that they can find us much quicker than usual, they’re catching on to us Rolo, I don’t think we can last long.”

“But we can help,”

“If we have your trust, then trust that we can help you. We’ll stop the Galra from their rein if other Rebellions like you can help us.”

“But if you betray us, the Galra will be the worst of your concerns

“Wow that makes us sound just as bad- no she meant we’ll just leave you alone, because you know it takes two to tango and trust isn’t a one way street.”

“Listen, we don’t necessarily trust you, how can we? You might not even be voltron.”

“Really? Did you miss the memo with the freakin space lions out side?”

“Don’t patronise me.”

“Fine, we have connections to other Rebellions, the Gaia clan and Orion and the Bulmarans.” he shook Allura’s hand.

“I hope we can become allies.”

“Likewise.”

“Careful-”

“Get off, I can walk okay by myself.”

“Your welcome?”

“Lance- did I...do something to offend you in some way?”

“Oh no we are not doing this!”

“Now would be the best time, just us two. You can tell me if I did anything- I said sorry for keeping you, I should’ve let you go- be your own person and learn things on your own-”

“Kuro.”

“I wanted to stay with you, I- I was alone and no one even looked at me...except you.”

“The other demons and angels ,” Lance’s eyes narrowed “Didn’t like me, you know why?”

“You fell in love and choose to go to earth to be with Penelope...Why?”

“The angels hated me, Shiro. They would tease me, shove me off buildings to fall a second time and the worst one was Adam

“Adam- no, Adam was really nice he agreed to help you remember? To learn how to-”

“Have sex.”

“Thought it was odd, how much Adam liked helping you- like all the time, especially when I was involved. He loved to rub it in because he knew- all the angels knew so I thought you were all conspiring against one another or something.”

“Lance- what are you talking about.”

“Lance- we should go and find the lions. Now .”

“I hate Coran.”

“Me too...What’re you laughing at?”

“Nothing...Grandpa.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re looking a little grey and wrinkly there.” Shiro squinted at him then looked offended “That’s my scar you ass!”

“Is it? I just think it’s one big ass wrinkle that’s what it is.”

“You fucking show off..."

“Don’t-"

"Wha?"

“Please don’t do that- we’re okay one minute and then you just, shut off. I know you do it, and I said I was sorry- and I do mean it Lance to whatever I did that made you upset I apologise.”

“Shiro I can’t forgive you, I might not ever forgive you.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t get along right?”

“Let’s go, we must be further away from the lions.”

“Alright.”

“Wait-”

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Shiro tensed waiting for the other shoe to drop, Lance followed the smell, it….it strangely smelled like a barbeque?

He pushed back the vines as he neared closer and outright gaped as he pulled back a large leaf.

It was the village.

“Are you freakin kidding me?”

Pidge was there, and they were stroking a raptor- an honest to god raptor turned with a smile “Lance, Shiro you made it!” Did they walk into another dimension or something?

Hunk even appeared and yep- he was holding the barbeque ribs Lance was smelling.

“You guys took so long, so Coran sent us down to see if you were okay?”

They heard Coran before they saw him “Ah so you were taking the scenic route? I’m not surprised this planet is beautiful.”

Lance could only stare at them “We lived jurassic park Coran, we almost died three times !”

Coran waved them off as he was stroking a raptor that had a blue streak and flickering eyes “You must of scared them.”

“ We scared them !?” Lance loved Coran at the best of time, but there were moments (Like this one) When Lance just wanted to strangle the guy.