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mckinlily · 4 years ago

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.the force

Summary: Learning the ways of the Force is not always an easy process. Sometimes lessons can take years, even lifetimes to master.

Sometimes your master seems to go out of his way to make it worse.

Shiro felt the chaotic stirrings in the Force just before Keith stormed into their shared quarters.

“You ASSHOLE!”

A faint warning had him snapping his hand up to catch—

A rock?

It was a decently pretty rock, with nice blue and green flecks scattered through it, but overall no more interesting than any other mid-sized pebble they might pick up on a mission.

Keith fumed at Shiro’s shoulder behind the couch, massive waves of fury and irritation flooding off him in Force. So far, all lessons on releasing emotions into the Force had only taught Keith to get better at projecting his feelings, rather than control them.

Ah, well. It was progress.

Maybe.

With deliberate casualness, Shiro put down the mission report he had been reviewing and turned to his padawan.

“Hello, Keith. I could have sworn that wasn’t the correct form of address on Coruscant. Or did I miss a memo?”

“Stop being an ass,” snapped Keith.

Shiro raised his eyebrows. Keith just glared back. So this was going to be one of those conversations. Shiro leaned back into the couch.

“You’re going to have to be a bit more specific, Keith. Precisely what part of my assery do you want me to stop?”

Then, recalling he was supposed to be a master and not a fellow padawan, he quickly added, “Ah, not that you should be using that kind of language anyway.”

Keith responded with several words under his breath that made it quite clear he was not taking Shiro’s advice.

Shiro sighed. “Keith. If you have something you want to talk about, I’m here. But for that to work, you’re going to have to actually, you know, talk.”

Keith gave an explosive exhale and flung himself over the back of the couch to land in a sulky sprawl next to Shiro.

Shiro bit back the urge to correct. He still wasn’t certain how to be a Master to a padawan learner—wasn’t even sure he knew how to be a Knight— and Kolivan’s old lectures echoed in his ears. Kolivan wouldn’t have let such impropriety slide. But what his master would have done and what Shiro’s instincts said were constantly at odds, and Shiro just didn’t know which one was right.

This time, his instincts won out. Shiro slumped against the side of the couch, and nudged Keith with the toe of his boot. “What is it.”

Keith shoved Shiro’s foot off the couch and scowled. He pointed at the object in Shiro’s hand. “That’s a rock.”

Shiro double checked that he was, in fact, still holding a rock. He looked back at Keith. “Yes?”

“It’s a kriffing rock!”

This time Shiro ignored the language. “Keith, you’re not giving me much to work with here.”

Keith flung in hands in the air. “It’s from Dazibalb! You said it was special!”

“I...did?”

Keith’s face was getting flushed as he waved his hands about. “Yes!”

“Um…” Shiro examined the innocuous stone in his hand, trying to see how it could be the source of the drama with his padawan.

“I spent a year—a kriffing year!—meditating and researching on it because my master—who is supposed to be TEACHING me—made it seem all important and special. And. It’s Just. A Fucking. ROCK!”

Shiro took a single breath in. Keith was clearly worked up. Shiro was a Jedi Knight and Keith’s master to boot. He needed to react calmly, rationally, with precision and compassion. He let out his breath—

And burst out laughing.

“Shiro!”

“I—aha!—I can’t—”

“Stop it!” Keith grabbed a pillow and started walloping Shiro with it. “It isn’t funny, Shiro!”

“Argh! Keith, get off me—a whole year—”

“Stop laughing, you asshat! I spent MONTHS on this! I went to Master Slav!”

Shiro lost the battle and dissolved into peals of laughter. He could barely breathe through his wheezes while tears gathered on his face.

“I can’t—I can’t—Slav?!”

“I didn’t want to fail!”

Keith’s voice—hardly reliable at the best of times, poor preteen—cracked on that, and Shiro, even crying with laughter, recognized it for what it was. He pushed himself upright, failing (though trying) to force down his laughter.

“I’m not laughing at you.”

Keith pulled back and folded his arms. “Yes, you are,” he sulked.

Shiro choked back another bout of inopportune laughter. “I’m not. It’s just—” A snort slipped out of him, his cheeks hurt—and, nope, he was laughing again. “It’s not you. But your face—”

“Really helping your case there, Shiro,” grumbled Keith, looking away, and damnit, Shiro really needed to pull himself together.

He couldn’t stop the snickering, but he could throw his arm around the younger boy’s shoulders and pull him close. “I adore you,” he promised into Keith’s hair.

Keith still grumbled. “You said—I asked if there was something special, and you said it held the secrets to the Force!”

“I was teasing,” said Shiro, slowly remembering a seemingly meaningless conversation from ages ago. He snorted. “I didn’t expect you to take it seriously.”

“How was I supposed to know that?!” snapped Keith. “You’re my master. You’re supposed to be teaching me, and half this Force stuff doesn’t make sense! You said and—I didn’t know!”

And that, Shiro realized, was the crux of it. The Council hadn’t been happy when Shiro took Keith on as a padawan, claiming he was too emotional and too old, and Keith knew it. He worked hard in his classes, but he was up against classmates who had been studying the Force and the way of the Jedi since they were in diapers. Shiro knew Keith worried. Nevermind that he was a prodigy, insanely powerful, and picked up new Force techniques faster than anyone Shiro had ever seen. Keith felt like he was constantly behind.

“Every padawan has fallen for something like this,” Shiro reassured, ruffling the kid’s hair. “Every. One. Someone started a rumor that the Force comes from little microbes in your body, and that rumor still circulates the creche to freak out Initiates all the time. It happens for everyone.”

Keith huffed. “You didn’t have to laugh at me.” He sounded annoyed, but hurt burnished his presence about the Force.

“I’m sorry,” said Shiro earnestly. Keith’s outrage was funny but not his hurt. “Keith, I would never intentionally make you feel or look stupid.”

Keith flung his arms out. “I don’t know anything! Everyone knows all this stuff, and I don’t know any of it! I’m supposed to be a padawan.”

“You are a padawan,” said Shiro, tugging on Keith’s padawan braid to emphasise the point. “It doesn’t matter what everyone else knows. You’re a padawan learner. The point is to learn, which you’re doing. Where everyone else is doesn’t matter.”

“Younglings know more than me,” grumbled Keith.

“What did I just say?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Stupid Jedi crap. It’s easy to say when you’re not the one people are calling a non-sensitive in class.”

Shiro snorted. Hard.

“Not at you,” he said to Keith quickly, shaking his head and smashing down dangerous fury that threatened at the mistreatment of his padawan. He snorted again. “If your classmates can’t tell how strong you are in the Force, maybe they are the ones who are non-sensitive.”

Keith slumped, somewhat pacified but still unconvinced.

“You know, Master Yoda didn’t even talk until he was fifty years old. His species ages so slowly most of his clan had already become Masters before he even left the Creche.”

“But he’s Yoda,” protested Keith.

“And how do you know that in ten years, someone won’t be saying the same thing about you?” challenged Shiro. “You’re already one of the best pilots in the Order, and you’re not even a senior padawan yet. You might feel like you’re struggling to catch up now, but I guarantee that before long, all of us will be fighting to keep up with you.”

Keith snorted. “Sure, Shiro.”

“You’ll see,” said Shiro, his nose in the air. “I’m right.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” And Shiro let him have that. They wouldn’t break through all of Keith’s issues in a day. Instead, he changed the subject.

“Did you really spend months researching?”

Keith slumped into the couch. “I didn’t want you to think I failed you,” he muttered to the floor.

Shiro’s heart trembled and melted. It was deeply humbling to realize how seriously Keith had taken his offhand remark. And a little terrifying. His padawan trusted him so completely, and he—he wasn’t even sure he deserved his rank of Knight.

(How did one go about being a master? How did he be a master when he couldn’t even go to his own master for help? When he couldn’t be sure that he hadn’t been Knighted merely because no one had wanted to finish his own training?)

((No one had wanted to train Keith, either, he remembered. Shiro was determined to make sure his padawan never grew up with the same doubts.))

“Did you keep your research?”

Keith looked at him with narrow-eyed suspicion. “Why?”

“I figure if you put in all the work, you might as well get something out of it,” shrugged Shiro. “I bet we could put together a good case for an independent study. Free up your time for more advanced piloting classes.”

Keith’s eyes slowly lit up. “You mean it?”

“Of course, kiddo,” said Shiro. “I didn’t mean to send you on a wild goose chase.”

Keith huffed. Shiro squeezed his shoulders.

“I promise. I’ll be more careful about my teasing. And when I set you a task, I’ll make sure you know it’s an assignment. None of this vague hint stuff.”

Keith grumbled under his breath, but relief whafted off of him in the Force. Shiro really didn’t understand how so many in the Temple described his padawan as unreadable. Keith projected everything. Loudly. If only you took the time to listen.

Shiro tugged on Keith’s padawan braid again. “We good?”

Keith flopped grumpily against Shiro’s side. “You’re the worst,” he said, though the pulse he sent through their training bond didn’t back it up.

“I really am sorry,” said Shiro.

Keith squirmed against his side. “I just feel so dumb,” he admitted in a low mumble. “Anyone else would have known it was just a rock.”

“Well…” Shiro held up the rock, running his senses over it. It had certainly started as an ordinary rock, but things that were in close contact with the Jedi rarely stayed that way for long. Shiro could feel the vague impression of Keith in it, his loyalty and passion, all wrapped up in his fierce determination. Shiro concentrated on the rock as well, focusing on what he felt for Keith, his pride and joy in his padawan, and pushing that into the Force.

When he finished, the sense wasn’t as strong as he would have liked it—Shiro wasn’t very practiced in Force Impressions—but it was there.

“Here,” he said, passing the rock back to Keith. Keith took it somewhat suspiciously, and Shiro felt him prod hestistantly at it in the Force.

“Oh. Huh.” Keith looked up at Shiro, clearly looking for a confirmation that what he was feeling was real.

“Maybe it didn’t start out special,” said Shiro. “But it certainly is now.” He took a chance and ruffled Keith’s hair. “Just like you.”

“Argh!” Keith batted his hand away. “What are you so sappy?”

“Excuse you, I am genuine, charming, and eloquent.”

Keith frowned at him. Then, taking Shiro completely by surprise, he shoved him with the Force, knocking him off the couch and sending him sprawling on the floor.

“Ooof. This is how you repay me?” groaned Shiro from the ground.

“Yep.” Keith preened, unrepentant from his position on the couch. Shiro took a moment to appreciate how far he’d come from the bitter, scared slave he had been when they first met. Smug and triumphant was a good look on him.

“All right.” Shiro accepted defeat. “Pass me my datapad. I need to finish that mission report.”

“Your—What? You’re going to work from the floor?”

“Yep,” said Shiro, not even bothering to sit up.

“You are so weird,” concluded Keith, but a second later Shiro’s datapad was dropping onto his face and he snatched it out of the air.

“Thanks,” said Shiro. He started scrolling through his notes, trying to find where he left off.

“You’re the strangest master in the Order,” said Keith.

Shiro looked up from his datapad. “Would you rather the Council reassign you a different master?” he said hesitantly, trying to hide how the possibility cut him.

But Keith quickly shook his head. “No. I’ll stick with what I’ve got.”

“Me too,” said Shiro, quietly hiding his relief. “I wouldn’t trade you for any other padawan out there. Not for the entire galaxy.”

“Good,” said Keith.

But still, the bond between them seemed to hum just a little warmer and stronger after that.

#starganes #shiro #keith #star wars crossover #mckinlily writes: vld fic

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a-cat001 · 4 years ago

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Shy Love

“Yeah I can’t wait to see you again!”, “R-really?”, “Yeah Asterius i’ll be heading over to the mountains soon so we can hang out!”. Asterius had been wanting to meet up with you for weeks now but had only now been able to muster the courage to call you to visit his cabin in the mountains. “Oh, hey I almost forgot, I have a special something for you when I get there” You say, “S-something… special? He replies, “Yeah, I bet you’ll love it! Welp, I better start heading over before it starts getting too late”. After the call ends Asterius exhales and pauses for a moment before he suddenly freaks out, “AHHHH!! T-T-THEY”RE GETTING ME SOMETHING!!!”. Asterius is completely panicking at this point as he thinks to himself, “Should I get something for them too…. O-or would they even like something from a monster like me?”. He begins to look around the room to think about something he could possibly give to you, but there’s not much around that would give much of a hint, especially since he wouldn’t be able to go out and buy something before you arrived. He continues to look around until his eyes rest upon a vase with a branch poking out of it, staring at it for a moment before he gets an idea. Since spring had arrived the flowers on the mountain were in full bloom, so he headed out to the forests around the mountain to search for a flower to give. Asterius wonders for a few minutes, searching through many different flowers in order to find the one that he thinks will make you happy. He keeps searching, coming across many flowers but finding none of them good enough to give to you until he comes to a clearing in the forest, there he finds a flower with numerous petals in a rose like fashion, its petals are snow-white with flecks of yellow-gold in the center. The flower looked perfect so he rushes over to pick it, but as he tried to pull up the flower it resists, not budging as he keeps trying to pick it until he finally pulls hard enough and the flower relents. “MC should love this...a-at least I think they will”, as he turns to step away however tendrils suddenly shoot up from the ground and clamp tight around his ankles “Aaaah!”. Asterius barely maintains balance as the tendrils incircle his boots, pulling them together before they start to climb higher and tie his knees and thighs together. Asterius grunts and reaches down to pull on the tendrils so that they may release him but in the process he lets go of the flower which gets picked up on the breeze and flutters away. Asterius tries to grab for the flower but another tendril wraps around his wrist, pulling it back as more wrap around his arms and torso, the flower landing some distance away. He continued to struggle but as his legs were already wrapped together and the tendrils had made their way up and were binding his arms to his chest like a straightjacket before wrapping several times around his body. He considered possibly yelling for help but was quickly denied, “HEL-ack! MMMPH! MMMPH!”, tendrils had clamped his mouth shut and wrapped around several times. Suddenly the ground around him began to move as large petal-like appendages came up from the ground and began to converge on top of him. Asterius struggled to escape but the petals connected to each other and tightened, enveloping Asterius before he felt some kind of liquid rise up past his feet and continue to rise. Unable to move he began to think to himself, “I-is this how it ends?... It can’t be… I-i want to be with my friends.”. Suddenly visions of you began to flood his vision, memories of you two together, laughing, crying, smiling together- yes that smile that made his heart race. “No! It can’t end like this…. I-i want to see my friends again!.. T-that’s right I want to see MC!”. Suddenly static began to crackle around him, building up around him to a steady hum that grew louder and louder with each second until finally there was a flash of light.

You had already made your way to the mountain and were climbing your way up the path to Asterius’s cabin. “I hope Asterius is doing ok. I haven’t seen him in so long, I can’t wait to see his face when I give him this!”, In your hands you held a neatly wrapped gift. As you were walking up the path however you suddenly hear a loud boom and a flash off in the distance of the forest as if lightning had just struck. Curiosity piques your entrance and you venture off the path into the forest. You head through the brush for a while, heading towards the direction that the noise came from until you hear a familiar voice call out to you, “M-MC!”. You turn to see Asterius in the distance looking exhausted and covered in some kind of green slime, “Asterius, what happened to you!?”. Asterius looks down at himself as he approaches you “o-oh this?.... I-its nothing” he exclaims as he scratches his head, trying to avoid eye contact “H-here I thought you might...like this”, he pulls his arm from behind his back to reveal A beautiful flower with white petals and gold flecks. “Asterius it’s beautiful”, you take the flower in hand before you embrace Asterius, causing him to stiffen and blush red. After pulling away you smile but quickly ask if he was truly ok, “I-i just tripped and fell into some weird plant... T-that’s all” he says, “well make sure to be careful, the other day I had to save Volos after I found him tied up in some plant that he had found”. “Anyways, you don’t look so good, come on let's go get you cleaned up”, you grab Asterius’s hand and begin to lead him back to the cabin but as you are turned around you don’t notice Asterius’s gaze which was fixated on your hand which was now holding his, causing his heart to race.

Back at the cabin you run a warm bath as Asterius undresses, making sure to do it where you can’t see it. Given how big Asterius is you guess that it would be hard for him to bathe himself, “Why don’t you let me wash your back”, “W-what!?” he stammers. “This will make it easier for you since you might have trouble reaching your back”. You reply, “A-are you sure, you probably don’t want to put your hands on a monster like me”. You reach up and give his ear a little flick before speaking “Asterius you're not a monster, and yes, I’m sure”, Asterius tries to avoid eye contact as he blushes “O-ok”. As you wash Asterius you can feel him begin to relax, after you finish you help him dry and begin to brush his fur to which he exhales and lets out a low grumble of satisfaction, even flicking his tail back and forth. “I didn’t know you liked being brushed so much” you say, “W-w-whaa”, he looks behind him to see his tail swishing back and forth and quickly grabs it and covers it in embarrassment. Later as you move to the main room it’s already late and you decide to call Shiro to tell him you would be staying the night. You then turn to Asterius and hand him his gift which he opens tentatively, and pulls out a necklace with a golden pendant in the shape of a thunderbolt, to which you put around his neck and then pull out your own which has a cloud heart with the imprint of a thunderbolt down the middle. You then place the thunderbolt of Asterius’s necklace into the imprint to which it clicks into place, “ see, they go together”, Asterius face goes from normal to crimson in an instant as he turns around with his face in his hands to hide it. “A-AAAAHH! T-this is too beautiful for someone as hideous as me!”, you smile as you pat Asterius’s back to comfort him, it was going to be a long night but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

#Housamo #Asterios #he needs a hug #Feel like Volos grows a lot of dangerous plants

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bakubabes-tatakae · 5 years ago

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The Demon’s Keeper (Part Six)

Author’s Note: If anyone wants to be added to the taglist for this feel free to let me know ! Happy to add anyone !

(Rin Okumura x Reader)

Summary: Rin Okumura is a hot headed demon who is hard to keep under control, only one person seems to be able to do it better than anyone, Y/N. For that, she’ll be known at the Demon’s Keeper, but what exactly does that entail for them?

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Part One, Part Two: *NSFW Ahead!*, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Part Six:

Word Count: 2219

As morning broke light it made its way through the cracks in the curtains and the sound of our alarm filled the room. Each beep from the alarm was like a jackhammer pounding in my head. This constant stress headache was going to be the death of me. Rin slowly started to stir, today was the day we left for True Cross University. He was nervous to say the least, but that was to be expected. I would have been worried if he wasn’t nervous. I felt Rin’s soft hand touch my arm. “Y/n, we have to get up. We’ve only got an hour before we have to leave. Mephesto will be here soon to get us.”

I grumbled and rolled over, grabbing the bottle of pain medicine off the nightstand along with the nearest water bottle. They went down with ease and Rin threw the blanket off of us. I cringed as the cold air hit my skin, almost hissing at him.

He ignored me and got up, throwing on the clothes that he had left out for himself before taking mine off the dresser and throwing them at me. As my clothes hit me he laughed, the look on my face anything but amused, making him laugh even more.

I grabbed the clothes from my lap and started dressing. I didn’t know what our new life would entail for us, but if I didn’t say I was as nervous as Rin was I would have been lying. “Rin,” He looked back at me with a goofy grin. “You should go check on Yukio and make sure he’s ready to go as well.”

“Yea.” He started for the door. “I’ll go see.”

He shut the door quietly behind him and I was left to my own devices. The sheer amount of emotions that I had been holding in lately wasn’t good for me, but my body didn’t want to seem weak. We had been through so much in such a short amount of time…

* * * * * *

I made my way downstairs and into the living room, the only light in the room came from the half open curtains in all the windows. Shiro had always been the one to make sure everything was bright and sunny when we had all woken up. Now that he was gone the darkness loomed over us. No one wanted to take on the roles that Shiro once held. Rin was standing in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of orange juice, leaning against the counter.

“Did you find Yukio?” I walked sluggishly over to the same counter, hopping up onto it. “We only have fifteen minutes before Mephesto is going to be here.”

Rin placed his empty glass into the sink and walked in front of me, placing his hands on my thighs. “From what the monks told me, they haven’t seen him all morning.”

“I bet he’s visiting Shiro. We’re talking about Yukio here, where else would he be?”

Rin placed his head on my collarbone and I placed my hands on his head, intertwining my fingers into his raven colored hair. “You’re right.” He looked up at me. “Want to just go wait outside? It’s pretty nice out”

I smiled. “Sure.” He helped me off the counter and grabbed our bags, following me out the front door.

The sunlight hit my face and the feeling was almost refreshing. It had been so long since Rin and I had just sat outside and taken in our surroundings. As we took in all the familiar sounds and sights we were interrupted by the sound of a car speeding our way. When we looked up we both thought our eyes had been deceiving us. A pink limo stood in front of the walkway and when the door opened and a person stepped out we realized we should have known who it was.

With the tip of his hate Mephesto Pheles stood before us, his white shoot shining brightly in the sun. “Well, well, well.” He smiled a tooth grin at the two of us sitting on the porch. “I see the sun's out. It’s a glorious say for new beginnings, wouldn’t you say?”

Rin stood up from the porch and took my hand, helping me up as well. He walked leisurely over to Mephesto. “You got a freaky car.”

I hooked my arm behind Rin’s back and glared at Mephesto. “How did you get us into True Cross University. I feel like we have a right to know what your connections are since we’re using them.”

He pointed his finger at us and spoke matter-of-factly. “I’m the director at True Cross University. That’s the official title anyway.”

Rin’s jaw dropped. “Huh?”

I took my hand under his chin and helped him shut it. Yukio’s voice jumped the both of us. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” He had a giant grin across his fast as he approached us. “I’m so glad this all worked out. Now the three of us can stay together.”

Mephesto turned away from the three of us and raised his voice, scaring some people walking by. “Come now my friends, True Cross University awaits!”

We all piled into the limo, the three of us keeping our distance from Mephesto. Yukio looked over to Rin. “What’s wrong?” If Rin thought he was hiding his annoyance it wasn’t working. Neither of us knew what could possibly have been wrong with him.

“Nothing.” Rin ignored the question and changed the subject. His favorite defense tactis. ‘Where were you this morning?”

“Visiting dad’s grave. Did you go?”

An upsetting noise came from Rin’s mouth as the realization hit him, it would probably be a while before he was able to visit him again. “No… I didn’t” He hung his head.

Mephesto broke the awkward silence now looming over the car. “Just a few minutes more and we’ll be in the center of True Cross University town.” We all stared out the window at the blossoming town before us. “Every learning facility under the sun can be found right here in University Town. Enjoy, dig in, and study until your heart’s content.”

We approached a giant building a couple minutes later and Mephesto looked at Rin and I. “Now then, we’ll step out, you two need to change into your uniforms.”

I could feel my face change to annoyance before I was able to stop it. “You couldn’t have told us to make sure we were in our uniforms before we got here?”

Mephesto ignored the question and Yukio and him stepped out, leaving us to change. As we stepped out of the limo the two of them waiting patiently on the sidewalk. Mephesto motioned toward him and spoke. “Come now, you have orientation to get to.” He led us to an auditorium full of students. “Find a seat, they’ll give you further instructions from there.”

As the speech from one of the teachers started the two of us zoned out. There was nothing worse than listening to someone talk at you about something you didn’t have any care for. The only thing that pulled our attention back was the words “And now, let’s hear from your freshman representation, Yukio Okumura.”

Rin’s jaw dropped once again, a look that wasn’t befitting for him. “Yukio?!”

I pushed his jaw up. “That shouldn’t surprise you Rin, Yukio’s always been a smart guy.”

Yukio stood from a couple rows in front of us. “Yes sir,” Girls around us were swooning over Yukio as he made his way to the podium on the stage below. “To be able to join you all here at True Cross, a school I’ve long admired, is something that is both thrilling and sobering.”

Rin placed his hand on my thigh. “The little crybaby that always got bullied,”

“I hope that I can live up to the standards of this place. I’m your freshman class rep, Yukio Okumura.”

Tours of the campus were starting so everyone from the auditorium made their way to the courtyard outside the building. The three of us stood together and more girls made their way to Yukio, still overcome with him, I had never seen so many girls throw themselves at him. Yukio’s face turned bright red as they all spoke to him. Rin watched him with concerned eyes. We both knew how little it took to embarrass Yukio.

As our tour began Rin couldn’t hold back his excitement. Every different area we saw he was dumbfounded. The entrance hall was the first stop, escalators that took you up to the next floor pushed Rin over the edge. “This is a school?!” That goofy grin spread from ear to ear and I couldn’t help but giggle as I watched him. The dining hall was stop two and it made his shock even more clear than the first stop. “Woah,” He grabbed my waist and squeezed me, pointing up. “Would you get a load of those chandeliers, it’s like a fancy shmancy restaurant.”

Students around us were watching, but the little raven haired boy didn’t seem to care. The tour took us to classrooms, Rin walked around, admiring every knock and cranny. “Damn, do you think they could have made this room any bigger?” He sat at a desk and his wide eyes expression made more people watch him. “Even these desks are bigger than the ones at the monastery.”

A group of girls off in the distance were speaking about him. “What’s with that guy over there, he’s freaking out.” Another girl spoke back. “I know, what’s a weirdo like that doing here?”

I started to step toward them, ready to give them a piece of mind when my jacket of my uniform was grabbed by Rin’s strong hands. “Leave it alone Y/n, they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

As we left the classroom and the tour concluded a man’s voice came over the loudspeaker. “That’s all for today, classes start next week so you should go back to your dorms and get settled in.” We made our way down the stairs and as we got to the bottom we realized that we didn’t even know where we were going. Rin threw his hands in the air. “Where the hell is the dorm, no one told us jack about that.”

I grabbed his arms and pulled them back down. “Relax Rin, we’ll figure it out. Let’s find Yukio, maybe he knows.” A strange sound, almost like a whimpering came from our feet and we looked down to see a small white dog with a pink bandanna around it’s neck. “Who let you in?”

The dog grabbed the ankle of Rin’s pants and started tugging at him, causing Rin to holler out and spin to try to get it off him. The dog let go and stared at us, slowly moving forward, clearly wanting us to follow. We followed as it ran further and further, when it was completely away from everyone at the school it climbed up onto a light pole and in a poof it was no longer a dog. Rin and I both threw ourselves backwards, basically tripping over each other. Mephesto sat before us. “Pardon me, but it would unseamly for the director of the university to be caught prowling around the halls during the day.”

Rin’s confusion was about to overtake him. “You shape shifted! Does that mean that exorcists can shape shift?!”

“God no.” Mephesto almost looked offended. “Although I am an exception.” He held up two keys, tossing them at Rin and I. We each caught one and stared between Mephesto and it. “That key grants you access to the cram school through any door at any time.”

“Cram school?”

“It’s where the two of you will train to become exorcists. Each day you’ll attend normal high school classes, but afterwards you’ll train at the cram school to become a page. While you study exorcism you’ll be considered an exorcist in training. Your high school classes don’t begin until next week, but cram school…” he stepped toward us. “That starts today.” He put his face inches from Rin’s. “I trust you’re ready to begin?”

“Never been more ready.” The corner of Rin’s mouth curled upwards as a smirk pulled at it.

“I have to warn you tho. It would be best if you kept the whole son of Satan thing confidential. Say what you want about your ear, fangs, and tail, but the flames are a no no.” Rin tensed. “Control yourself.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Fabulous.” Mephesto jumped on the concrete wall beside us. “Let’s get to it.” He jumped off the edge of the wall on the opposite side and we both ran for the edge, afraid that there was nothing there. Mephesto stood on the ground in front of a door on the opposite side. “Try using one of your keys I just gave you on this door.” We both hopped over the ledge and stood in front of the door. As Rin placed his key in the lock and the doors open we both stood with our mouth gaping open.

Even just the hallway was immaculate. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Mephesto started to corral the two of us. “Come on, your class is this way.”

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sideofwritingsandramblings · 6 years ago

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Day 6: I’m Drunk on You

For @sheithmonth prev / on ao3 / next July 6th - Business

Keith shifted in his lap and Shiro tried not to groan out loud. Instead he closed his eyes and prayed to whatever god that might listen that no one would notice his… predicament. Especially not Keith.

The employees of Altea Corporation were currently celebrating their CEO’s engagement to her fiance. President Allura and her lover Lance had been dating for the better part of 2 years, so no one was surprised when the announcement came that morning in the office. Hunk had then suggested that everyone hit up a bar after work that day to celebrate the couple.

However, the short notice meant cramming dozens of employees into an unsuspecting bar that had Allura apologizing profusely and offering extra cash to the owner. The bar they had ended up at was called Little Root Tavern, and was actually owned by Shiro’s friend Matt Holt, who was more than happy to host the party. But as the name suggests, Little Root was not a very large establishment, forcing everyone to pack in like sardines.

The only spot that would fit them was one long table in the center of the room where they could sit on the floor. Shiro slipped his way to a spot where he could sit cross legged and lean against the wall, and Keith had taken his usual space beside him. As many people as possible crammed around that table and as the alcohol was served, Shiro found himself getting squished from both sides. What Shiro hadn’t expected was a very tipsy Keith to climb into his lap halfway through the night, grumbling about how crowded it was. Shiro knew his face had gone red and he avoided making eye contact with Lance who was smirking at them.

Now Shiro was trying to keep calm as his best friend (and longtime crush) sat firmly in his lap, every so often shifting in an attempt to get comfortable. Moving in ways that almost had Shiro choking on his alcohol.

“Anything else I can get for you all?” Matt asked the party, making eye contact with Shiro and raising an eyebrow at Shiro’s situation.

People called out more orders, and Shiro reached around Keith to pass his empty glass to Matt.

Don’t ask, Shiro mouthed to him, and Matt smirked.

“How about another round of shots?” Matt announced to the table, “This round on the house for the happy couple!”

The party cheered, raising their glasses to Allura and Lance, but Shiro glared at Matt, who had been pointedly looking at him and Keith when he’d said it. Shiro suddenly regretted ever telling Matt about his feelings for Keith.

“Shiro? I’m sorry, I’m probably heavy aren’t I?” Keith asked, twisting to catch Shiro’s eye.

“N-No you’re fine!”

“Okay,” Keith smiled and turned back to his drink, while Shiro internally cursed himself.

That was probably the only chance he’d get to get Keith off of him. Keith really wasn’t heavy but Shiro’s own problem wasn’t getting any better. He kept finding himself watching Keith, the way he’d laugh at something Allura or Pidge had said. The way his cheeks flushed from the alcohol and how sometimes he’d lean back against Shiro’s chest before realizing what he’d done and leaned forward again. Shiro hated that distance and he desperately wanted to wrap his arms around Keith’s waist and pull him back again.

But that would be crossing a line that Shiro wouldn’t risk crossing.

Not when the past two years have been some of the best of his life. When he’d first met Keith at Altea Corp they’d hit it off immediately. Keith had gone from the new employee Shiro mentored to best friend in a ridiculously short amount of time. Being with Keith was easy and fun and exhilarating. After long days at the office it was common for Shiro to find himself on the back of Keith’s motorcycle, riding up through the forest to find someplace to watch the stars. Or to a shitty diner where they’d talk over fries and shakes. Or even to Shiro’s apartment where they’d watch and laugh at the new season of Boltron: Legendary Attacker and it’s bad writing.

No matter what they did Shiro felt happy. And he wouldn’t give it up for the world. Even if every time they hung out it felt like a date and Shiro wanted nothing more then to swoop down and kiss Keith absolutely senseless. How Keith would probably be just as forward and aggressive with his kisses as he was on the training mat when they sparred at the gym. God, did Keith look good when he was on the mat…

And this is not what he should be thinking about when Keith is in his lap.

“Well, I think it’s about time we head out,” Allura announced, which was immediately met by complaints from the party, “Oh please. Unlike some of you who get weekends off with the company, the CEO’s job is never done.”

“You heard the lady,” Lance said, grabbing Allura’s coat from the floor and helping her pull it on, “You all can stay and continue to toast to our well-being. We’ll let you know when the wedding will be.”

And with that (and a few finger guns from Lance), Allura and her fiance left the party.

“I bet that’s nice,” Keith mumbled, suddenly leaning back and resting his head on Shiro’s shoulder with his face turned slightly towards Shiro’s own.

Shiro could smell the alcohol on his breath, “What?”

“You know,” Keith paused and Shiro’s heart skipped a beat when Keith looked down at Shiro’s lip’s, “Being in a relationship.”

Keith looked back up at Shiro’s eyes and for a split second Shiro was certain Keith was going to kiss him. But Keith sat back up and finally stood from Shiro’s lap.

“I’ll be right back,” Keith said and Shiro watched him walk towards the bathrooms.

Shiro let out a breath, and scooted forward so that his lap was directly under the table. He tried to think about anything besides Keith or otherwise he wouldn’t be able to walk out of this bar without people noticing he was half hard.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“What’s that Shiro?” Pidge’s voice came from across the table, “Don’t tell me having your crush in your lap all night has been a problem for you?”

“Pidge,” he hissed out, eyes darting about to the remaining employees around the table.

“Oh come on Shiro,” Pidge continued, ignoring his complaint, “Everyone knows how you feel. Honestly, we’re all just surprised it hasn’t happened yet.”

“I should have never told Matt,” Shiro lamented, to which Pidge laughed.

“Oh please, Matt didn’t need to tell me. You’re obvious.”

Hunk nodded beside Pidge, “Yeah I mean even Lance has you figured out, and it took him months to figure out Shay and I were dating. We weren’t even trying to hide it! It took me kissing Shay right in front of him!”

Shiro sighed again as the others continued their discussion about Shiro’s love life. Eventually he took a peek at his watch and looked over towards the bathroom again. Keith was taking a while.

“Plus, Keith is totally into yo-” Pidge started.

“I’ll be right back,” Shiro interrupted, pushing himself up off the ground.

He felt a bit dizzy from the quick change of elevation but at least he wasn’t drunk. He made his way over to the bathroom door and pushed his way inside. His eyes immediately locked on to Keith, who stood at the bathroom mirror, hands braced on the sink and head down.

“Keith? Are you okay?”

Keith jumped, apparently not having heard him enter and turned to face him, “Yeah I’m fine, just a little queasy. I had a little too much.”

“Do you want me to call you a cab?”

Keith paused, seeming to take a moment to just look at him. Shiro tried not to let it affect him, but Keith looked like he was searching for something. There was a heat in Keith’s eyes that Shiro wasn’t used to. Eventually Keith looked away, turning back to the mirror.

“Yeah,” he finally said, “I should probably go home.”

Keith pushed away from the mirror and Shiro followed him out of the bathroom. They said their goodbyes to their friends and made their way outside. They stood on the street corner in front of the bar. It was quieter outside, the only noises were the muffled sounds of merriment behind the bar’s door and the cars passing them by.

“Sorry about in there,” Keith suddenly said.

“What about?”

“I-I shouldn’t have, you know, gotten into your space like that. I know I was in the way.”

“No Keith, it was fine. Honest,” Shiro replied easily, because it was the truth. It was fine, Shiro was the one who made it weird.

“Oh, that’s good,” Keith seemed to visibly relax beside him, “So, just curious, was I imagining you having a hard on in there?”

Shiro felt his stomach drop and he had the sudden desire to get swallowed up by the ground beneath his feet. He continued to stare ahead, feeling Keith’s eyes on him, and he felt his face heat considerably.

“Shiro you don’t have to freak out, it’s fine,” Keith laughed, and then shuffled his feet, “I was actually kind of hoping you’d kiss me in there.”

Shiro’s head whipped towards him but now it was Keith’s turn to look away with a blush dusting his cheeks. Shiro watched him for a few moments and then made up his mind.

“Well… can I kiss you now instead?”

Keith turned back, “Please.”

Shiro stepped closer into Keith’s space and Keith immediately wrapped his arms around Shiro’s shoulders. There was one more moment of hesitation as they stared at one another, and then Keith was pushing up on his toes to meet Shiro halfway.

It was like a spark between them and Shiro immediately wanted more. He pushed Keith back against the concrete wall of Little Root, and Keith hugged him even tighter as he was pinned. He felt Keith bite and suck at his bottom lip and he groaned, his hands coming up to Keith’s face to hold him still as they kissed deeper.

At least until he heard the bell above the tavern door ring as the door swung open. Shiro pulled back just in time to see Pidge and Matt walk out of the building.

Pidge saw them first.

“Finally!”

Shiro felt his ears burn but he wasn’t sure if it was from being caught or from Keith whispering in his ear.

Come home with me.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years ago

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CSUAPR PRT 17 START.. middle... nearly end?

"Get up!"

Waking with something rudely smacking into his face, Keith groaned miserably as he peeled his sleepy dust riddled eyes open and glared at the offending object that had hit him in the face. Pants... Why in quiznak's name was he being hit in the face by a pair of pants, when his head was throbbing like a base drum and some kind of alien fur creature had set up residence in his mouth? Blinking himself to full consciousness as he yawned, Keith had no idea why he was in the bathtub, or how he'd ended up being filled with the desire to burrow back down into the bath and try for another several vargas worth of sleep. Not when the tub was so damn uncomfortable

"What happened?"

Trying to gather spit in his mouth, all he seemed to do was make the taste lingering there worse. His stomach was making rumbling noises, yet the mere thought of food was enough to drain the colour from your face

"I'm not surprised you don't remember. You got yourself wasted doing shots with Krystaal, before sending Lance into a panic attack. He's fine, thanks for asking. Already up and at the festival with Coran. We have a Paladin panel in 15 doboshes, so time to shower and get your shit together"

Groaning, Keith closed his eyes and let his head drop back against the rim of the bathtub

"I'm allowed to have a drink or two"

"Tell that to your pregnant husband"

Now, he may just be remembering things wrong, but Lance was the one who told him to go

"I'm not having this fight with you. I feel like shit"

"Good. I wanted to take him out and cheer him up. Instead he ended up going to bed alone"

The coldness coming from Shiro wasn't entirely unexpected. Maybe he had over indulged. It certainly felt like he had

"Don't throw that back at me. You're not his husband"

"No. I'm not. He was in a vulnerable..."

"He's always in a vulnerable state. He had a damn nightmare and ended up in the air vents yesterday..."

Hurled up out of the bathtub suddenly, Shiro dropped him. Keith barely keeping from falling over backwards

"What the fuck!?"

"Lance is your husband. The man you spent years in love with. The man who is absolutely crazy about you"

"I know that!"

"Then why aren't you getting your shit together!? You're going to be a father!"

"I know!..."

Screaming at Shiro, Keith's world swam. Sinking on to the edge of the bath, he buried his face in his hands

"... I know. But I don't know how to be a father. I don't know how to be a father, Shiro. I don't know how to care for a baby. I don't know how to change a nappy. I don't know what to do for a fever. I don't know... I don't know what to do!"

Shiro's sighed heavily as he sat down next to him

"Is that what this about? You're scared about being a dad?"

"Wouldn't you be? I'm a mess. I'm turning 26 and my life is a mess. My husband won't take his medication. He keeps having panic attacks. He keeps testing me without me knowing it's a goddamn test until I fail... and... Shit, Shiro. I don't know what I'm doing. We can't even make a marriage work. How do we make a marriage and kids work? What does that even look like? He lives for his job. It's more important to him than the health and safety of our babies. Maybe he was right about having an abortion? He's not well. He's not mentally well. He's not physically well. He's hallucinating or his nightmares are out of control. He's got it in his head that the same people who raped him are back. What the quiznak am I supposed to do with that? And mum... God... She made it seem like having kids was awful. Really awful. Vomiting. Fevers. Teething. Sleepless nights. Shit storms... I can't take twins on missions. I don't know how to sit still. I don't think we're ready for this. I don't think I'm ready for this... it's such a big thing. These two tiny lives are going to be dependent on us. An ex-junky as he calls himself, and a Blade member. When things get hard... Lance doesn't have that drug crutch anymore... I don't know what to do if he won't listen to the doctors. If he's not going to try. Why am I going to try?"

A very long and pregnant silence hung in the air when he was finished. With each passing tick it was like Shiro was readying himself to explode, then his voice came out dead level, not relieving Keith of his anxieties

"Have you tried talking to Lance?"

"He doesn't want to listen. He thinks he got this letter yesterday. He thinks we're all in danger and he got mad at me for saying it was probably a nightmare. It was right after Curtis left. He was freaking out because Curtis being cautious on the other side of the door scared him. You know how he gets. You know he gets paranoid. There was no evidence of anything like that..."

"It's not paranoia if someone is actually out to get you... You raised the same issue with something happening at the awards ceremony. Now that it has happened, you're rejecting it because you can't control it"

"I can't control anything... I don't know what I'm doing and talking to mum only made it worse. I love him, but she... She made me see how... How far I have to go"

"Rather than getting drunk with Krystaal, yes, you got drunk with Krystaal as in shot for shot, you should talk to your husband. Lance is feeling all these same anxieties. He loves you, but you're running from him. Talk to him. He might not have been up for talking yesterday, but try. Try until he doesn't have any other option but to answer. I was scared when I took you on, but we turned out alright, didn't we?"

He'd gone drinking with Krystaal? Keith could very very vaguely kind of remember running into him... He'd been feeling bad about leaving Lance, but he was sure that Lance had imagined the whole thing. His husband was mad at him, and he was mad at him for being mad at him. He'd been so happy to see the twins, and now he was terrified. Absolutely and completely terrified... He didn't Lance being danger from someone new and unknown. He also didn't want their lives together to suddenly be upheaved. The twins would change everything. The twins would change everything and he didn't know how to have a family. Shiro was right, they'd done alright, but Shiro hadn't needed to wipe his arse or had to go through hours of potentially life threatening labour...

"I don't want to hurt him"

"You already are, by running"

"Running is all I know how to do... Running after him. Running into battle. Running after you"

"It take two to make a baby, or twins in this case. There are thousands and thousands of people out there who can never have what you two are going through. Don't take any of it for granted. If you're scared, or if you don't want this, you need to talk to him. You need to let him know where you stand. And you need a shower. You reek like you bathed in that stuff you were shooting. We've probably got about 5 doboshes to be there. Best get a move on"

Running to make the panel on time, Keith and Shiro we're both confused by the sight before them. There were five chairs, for five Paladins, except... in the place of Allura a photo of her sat, occupying one of those spaces. Behind the chairs was a series of banners featuring the faces of the Paladins framed by a thick band of colour responding to the lion they flew. Black for Shiro. Black and Red for Keith. Yellow for Hunk, then Green for Pidge. Allura was in the place of the Blue Paladin... and no signage for Lance. None... It wasn't Voltron without Lance. Lance was the heart and soul of Voltron. They'd never come together if not for him.

Joining Hunk, Pidge and Lance, Coran was a few feet away yelling at some event coordinator who'd failed their job over the lack of Lance's presence. At least that was what Keith thought at the time. Opening his mouth to greet his husband, Lance seemed to have prempted the move as he'd disappeared over to Coran's side silently. Elbowing him, Pidge had mischief in her eyes

"I hear someone got drunk yesterday"

"Shut it, Pidge"

"Oooh. Touchy. Yelling about how you and Lance were married... Galactic social media is buzzing with it"

Keith frowned at Pidge. If he was yelling how much he loved Lance, or was married to him, then why was he so mad at him

"I did what?"

"Yep. Right in the middle of your drinking match. You lost me GAC. I expect you to pay up"

"You were betting on me?"

"I would have put all my GAC on Lance, but he wasn't there to bet on"

"Whoa! Hold up. You would have bet on Lance? I'm so confused right now"

Pidge rolled her eyes at him with enough sass that the eyeroll didn't seem limited to her eyes alone

"Lance works in bar! How many times do you think his customers challenged him to drinks!? How many times has he partied himself to sleep? You can't work in a bar and be a light weight!"

"I tried to tell her that Lance doesn't drink that much anymore, but Lance sided with her. Are you ok, man?"

Joining in on their conversations, Hunk ignored Pidge nodding enthusiastically, most probably because Lance had agreed, or so he gathered by her gesturing to Lance

"I'm fine. I have no idea what we were drinking, but it wasn't that all pleasant to wake up to. Why is there no place for Lance?"

Hunk sighed

"Lance said that Allura should be on the panel, as it was her sacrifice that saved us all. He said he didn't need a place, but Coran wouldn't let him back down from this. Now they're trying to make a spot for him, despite the fact he doesn't want to be here"

Playing it cool, Keith raised his eyebrow, hoping to make the action seem natural

"Did he say that?"

"Not in so many words... I thought he liked his time being a Paladin..."

"That's stupid. He's obviously having too much fun being a bounty hunter. Plus, he's probably struggling with this whole situation. I mean, this is a festival to celebrate his dead girlfriend"

Hunk gaped at Pidge, his face loosing some of its colours as his cheeks turned a faint pink

"Pidge! You can't say that in front of Keith, he's his husband"

Shrugging, Pidge wasn't fazed

"Minor detail"

"No. No. No. Major detail!"

"Keith isn't complaining"

"Because Keith loves him. Right, buddy?"

"Yeah..."

Keith didn't want to be roped into this argument. Pidge started laughing, the noise grating on his throbbing head, her arms wrapped around her waist as she struggled out

"You could sound more enthused! What? Trouble in paradise? Are you in the doghouse for getting drunk without him?!"

"Ok, guys. That's enough..."

By standing behind him, and placing his hands on Keith's shoulders, Shiro drew their attention

"We're here to be Paladins, which means putting our game faces on. Do we have any details of what were actually doing? Coran forgot to fill us all in..."

Pidge pulled herself together, sounding almost disinterested as she related

"He forgot to tell all of this. They ran a "question" box for us the past couple of days. We're going to be given a tablet with questions for each of us on it. We don't have to answer all the questions, buuuuut it's going to be broadcast live across the universe. I've got Matt filming it. I can't wait to see how Keith acts with all this attention"

Crossing his arms, Keith scowled at Pidge

"I know how to do my job"

"Just because you know how to, doesn't mean you won't be awkward as hell..."

"Pidge, why do I feel like you've bet GAC on my performance"

"Because I have. Ooooh, look. It's Lance and Coran. What a convenient excuse not to continue this conversation"

"Pidge!"

Pidge was the picture of innocence as Coran and Lance joined them. Lance standing half behind Hunk, refusing to meet Keith's eyes, as Coran filled them in on what was happening. Space had been made for Lance, by squashing them all slightly. The table was made for 5, not for 6. Lance wouldn't hear of Shiro not being on the panel, despite the fact that Keith had ultimately spent more time as the Black Paladin than Shiro had. Before he was ready, Keith was falling into line with the others, a holopad pushed into his shaky hands then the next thing he knew he was walking on to the stage where camera flashes blinded him.

Panels were horrible. Panels were horrible enough when sober, doubly so when hung over, and triply so when your husband was sitting beneath a photo of his dead ex-girlfriend, at the opposite end of the panel where he had no chance of talking to him. They were married. They were married and the whole quiznakking universe knew it... So why weren't the happily married couple together? Lance didn't seem to mind. All of their group were already laughing and deep in a four way conversation that had gone right over his head. Keith was out his depth completely. He had no idea that their questions were being screened behind them as they answered, he had no idea that the question time had hit him, and he had no idea of the words on his holopad were actually English because his eyes felt ready to fall out his head. In his own way, Keith was developing a new appreciation for functioning alcoholics.

Keith was in trouble. With the eyes of thousands staring in the direction of his husband, several long ticks had passed since Keith's holopad had started to glow around the sides. Sitting in front of a crowd and answering questions was not how Lance planned his day going. He wanted to sit down and discuss what had happened the previous day with his husband. That was the only way he was going to find some form of mental relief from his racing mind. Despite feeling angry each time his gaze moved to his husband, Lance cleared his throat

"Sorry, guys! My husband isn't great with crowds, but that's just something else about him that I love. Now, his question is..."

Craning his head back to read the question he made a goofy show of it. It was probably for the best Keith wasn't on the ball

"What was the worst part of being a Paladin?"

Moving his right thumb and pointer to his chin as if stroking an imaginary beard, Lance hummed. He loathed this attention. He loathed playing at niceties, but knew he had a job to do. He Lance playing Leandro, who was playing Lance. It was the only way he could cope with the public spotlight

"The worst thing... Oh, boy! Coran's cooking... the first time he cooked for is... I thought he was trying to kill me! Then there's the time in the middle of the night when Allura would run practice emergency drills... I guess the worst thing of all is that despite Allura's sacrifice, the fact that if she hadn't given her life none of us would be here right now... The worst thing is that we're still fighting while we're trying to recover. And all the little people we couldn't reach in time... but when living on the Castle, it was definitely the time Coran tried to cook for us. I'm sorry Coran! You're our awesome adopted Uncle, but us humans have a weird diet... I think we all would have gone crazy if it wasn't for Hunk's culinary prowess"

Flashing the crowd his best smile and finger guns, Lance hoped he'd done enough. Pidge was agreeing now, Keith's holopad was no longer glowing, Shiro leaned back to give him an approving nod, and Hunk was blushing. Reminding himself that each question moved them closer to the end, he looked down to his own holopad.

After half a varga, they were all sweating. Pidge was being an angry little gremlin, at the point of threatening to murder the sun because she was done with this heat. Everyone knew the best way to store their little anger muffin was to sit her in a cool dark corner with her tech. Lance was feeling it too. His head felt sinus headache gross, his body suit might keep him cool for the most part, but worked best when his mask was up, which it wasn't, so the rest of him wasn't feeling that great either. No matter how much water he'd drank down, he only felt more and more dehydrated. Feeling his holopad grow warmer as it started to glow, he nearly dropped the device on the table as he vomiting into his mouth. His question being "How did it feel to work for Ambassador Klearo? What do you do now?". It was a simple question. Any number of fans would have seen the broadcasts of him standing behind the man. It didn't mean that he wasn't panicking. It didn't mean simply seeing the image of the man didn't bring all the memories flying back. Lance couldn't do this... Leandro... Channel Leandro

"Well..."

God. His heart was hammering so fast it felt as if it was going to flying out his mouth

"I own a club now, out on Erathus. It's pretty nice there, and safe. The place is called "The Gilded Cage"... We wanted to create a safe place for travellers in the area. My friend Th'al runs it... Um... other than that... I'm Keith's husband and it's pretty much a full time job keeping up with him... it's simple and nice"

That funny feeling was spreading through him. His holopad cooled as the colour left. Thumbing through the message list, every message submitted was listed, then chosen at random. That one message soon turned to half a dozen... of Klearo... and the look on Lance's face as the abuse had begun. The fear in his eyes. The disgust. The loathing of every piece of bullshit sprouted from the piece of shits mouth. Then blank emptiness. The change in his expression was almost haunting. It was as if you could see the time it crossed the line. When his whole being had shattered beneath the man, and the men who'd sexually abused him. As he scrolled up, in the hopes of finding evidence that he was being targeted, blood dripped onto the screen. Wiping at it, a second drip landed on his finger. Raising his hand to his nose, drops of blood rolled down his fingers. The holopad falling from his fingers to land on the table, the screen glitching before turning black.

"Lan..."

Starting to say his name, Pidge realised his nose was bleeding. The woman fishing out a handkerchief from nowhere and pushing it up against his nose so hard Lance was actually pained by the action. Sitting next to him, it was only natural she'd notice. She'd no doubt been caught in a cloud of his stenched up emotional scent, causing her to be more focused on her surrounds

"Sorry folks! Even us Paladins are only human! How about this heat!?"

Covering for him, Lance was immediately grateful to Pidge, she didn't need to whisper to him to get out of there as she put herself out her comfort zone, it went unsaid like a silent agreement, Lance hightailing it off stage and straight into Coran's waiting embrace.

Led away from the stage, and into the background work space where the transmission was being monitored, Coran sat him down on a flimsy fold out chair, forcing his head down between his knees as his nose bleed steadily worsened

"One tick my boy. I do believe you're the one who taught me that trick with the cold compress"

Lance didn't think that placing a cold compress on the back of the neck was much of a trick, but with how overheated he felt, he'd take a cool anything right now. It was strange how he'd longed to feel something more than cold all the time, his condition had forced him to pay constant attention to his body. Knowing that even if he couldn't feel the effects of the heat internally, the rest of him could. It was like his soul had been frozen, then disconnected from his body, causing a strange disharmony between the pair. It was another reason he'd found himself wondering, more than once, if he was a clone. Returning with a cold bottle of water, Coran held it against his nape. Lance shuddering as his body rejected the cool relief it offered

"How's that?"

Lying smoothly, Lance nodded

"Better..."

"Ah... We'll give it a tick to kick in. I'm sorry about what happened out there, my boy. We left the questions open..."

"Coran..."

There was a gentle plea in his voice

"You're right. Perhaps now isn't the time"

Now wasn't the time. Never was the time. Those memories were fucking with his head enough. What he saw as clear evidence between the photos he was sent, and the messages on the holopad, he feared bringing up with anyone. As he'd reasoned, the others would too. A fan could have meant no offence, though a fan wouldn't have sent as many messages as they'd had. Hopefully when he had the holopad back in his hands, he could prove to his husband he hadn't been lying... Not that he should have to... No. No. He wasn't going there. He'd briefly bumped into Krolia who'd apologised for Keith's drunken behaviour, explaining how she and Keith had had the "baby talk", and explaining how Keith felt displaced by her coming child. Lance didn't need the talk to know that. It was hard for Keith. Keith didn't know what or how to deal with it. Still. He knew from personal experience that alcohol wasn't the answer. Not that he would turn down a stiff drink, or a dozen right about now.

Opening his mouth to reply to Coran, Lance was on the ground before he knew what happened. One tick he was there, feeling quiznak, the next Coran's face was peering into his and Lance felt as if something had zapped every ounce of energy from his body. Neither of them had thought about the sudden and drastic change in body temperature triggering a seizure. Tasting vomit and blood, he wished that was the end when it came to bodily fluids, only... down his legs was wet and cool. His suit catching the mess he'd made, while he'd been out of it long enough for his piss to cool. Blinking sleepily at Coran, Coran smiled softly at him as he tucked a stray hair back from Lance's face. This wasn't the first, second or third time he'd thrown up. The first and second because of his pregnancy, the third because he'd worked himself up simply opening his medication bottle

"Seizure?"

Slurring heavily, Lance's voice failed to reach his own ears

"Yes, my boy. A little over 45 ticks... Keith will be here soon"

Coran sounded like he was speaking through fog. He was kind of blurry. His neat orange hair blurred like a fire on his head

"Sorry..."

"Enough of that... rest..."

He didn't want to rest. He was ashamed of his body betraying him in a tent full of strangers. It didn't matter that they were towards the back, mostly out of the way. He was supposed to be a Paladin, which meant staying stronger and never letting the public see your weak side. His mind might have felt like a sludge sundae, but his thoughts had to get that final blow in.

"What kind of an idiot puts something ice cold against their skin when they overheat! You're lucky your heart didn't stop!"

Cleaned up by Shiro and Keith, mostly Keith with Shiro's support, Pidge was the first to scold him as she and Hunk joined them in his and Keith's room. Laying with a cold towel folded over his forehead, Lance had agreed he was an idiot in a series of "mhmm" and "uh huh" until she finally ran out of appropriate questions. Shiro stopped her when she started to tease he and Keith, and given he was tired and somewhat sooky, he didn't feel like admitting how nice it felt to have Keith holding his hand. Having spent the last half varga chilling, Lance was ready for a nap, but Pidge and Hunk had decided that hanging around and scolding him needed to morph into a group hang. So Lance contented himself holding Keith's hand, and feeling Shiro's solid presence on the other side of him. There was a feeling that he'd forgotten something, but for now he was happish... or okish... scared, yet safe. Everyone in the room with him knew he was deeply scared by Klearo, each of them in their own trying to be there for him without making it too obvious.

When Kosmo teleported into their room with a bark, his fur son decided that the best way to greet them all was to let out the most horrendous silent fart, that sent Pidge and Hunk scrambling off the bed as they gagged. Pulling the wet towel over his face did very little to diminish the stink as Keith echoed the others movements and deserted him. The loss of his hand felt immediately. Whimpering at the connection between him and husband being broken, Shiro stuck his hand under the towel and pinched his nose as if Lance wasn't perfectly capable of doing so himself. Dimly he could hear Keith scolding Kosmo, Pidge laughing and Hunk still gagging. Yet they all felt so far away from him that he and Shiro may as well have been stranded on an island. Kosmo, immune to his own stench, laid happily over Lance's legs. His tail thumping in time with the throbbing of Lance'd head. Unable to stank the stink, Pidge and Hunk only lasted a few moments before opting to bail, Lance deaf to their leaving as he was hyperfixating on the feeling of Shiro's hand against his nose. His trauma well aware that a hand to the nose meant soon water would be poured down his throat until he nearly drowned, or did and they were forced to revive him. He was starting to panic, his body too sleepy and leaden to fight off the man's hand, his hands weakly gripping at the sheets beneath him. Gasping like a reeled in fish, his body finally decided it had reached its limit, allowing him to pass out.

The moment Lance's gasping met Keith's ears, the half-Galra was abandoning his futile attempts to scold Kosmo over the fart bomb he'd dropped, and rushing to pull the towel from Lance's face. Who needed Lions or Bayards, when your cosmic wolf could clear a room with just a simple fart. As Shiro released Lance's nose, Lance lay deathly still, his chest barely rising as Keith held his hand above Lance mouth to check his husband was still breathing

"Keith?"

"Shut up..."

With a gentle exhale, an inhale didn't follow. Keith placing his head against Lance's chest to find it wasn't rising

"Fuck! Don't you dare, you stubborn arsehole"

Lance was vulnerable. He was vulnerable and Keith hadn't thought that Shiro's touch would send his husband into a panic. Not with the way Shiro was sitting right next to him as if he rightfully belonged there. Not with the way Shiro had supported Lance's weight while Keith peeled off the layer of his husband's clothes then wrestled him out his stupid body suit. Lance was so out of it, he wasn't sure that Lance had any physical strength to protect himself, and usually when in that state would only allow him to touch him, yet his husband didn't seem to care he was naked in front of Shiro. He didn't shy away from Shiro's supportive hand on his hip. No. His husband had leaned into Shiro's touch, sending bitter jealously blooming. He was the only one who was allowed to touch Lance's body. Him. Lance had said so. And despite Shiro being happily in love with Curtis, Keith couldn't barely keep down his instincts. He could barely keep himself from taking a swing at his own brother. Lance had ignored him all morning, then Coran had sent some aid rushing to tell him that Lance had had a seizure. By the time he'd gotten off the stage, and down to communications tent, his husband was slurring as Coran reassured him. Blood and vomit were across Lance's fair and hair. His eyes glassy and unfocused. Pidge being the genius she was, had been the one to realise it was the temperature change that had triggered it, yet they all know seeing Klearo again had hit Lance hard. Each of them hated him in varying degrees, but none as much as him. He'd been all for it when Pidge angrily grumbled about hacking the holopad Lance had been using to find out who had sent that photo in, only when the holopad had been retrieved, it'd fallen wrong against the table and fried the memory chip in it. Ropeable, and concerned for Lance, they'd all kind of felt like being there by his side, even if he was sleeping off the effects of his seizure.

Interlacing his fingers, Keith pumped down on Lance's chest, Shiro springing into action when he realised Lance wasn't breathing, moving to give Keith the space to work. Keith gave a dozen panic driven pushes before Lance sucked in a breath, his back arching as his marks glowed brightly. Gasping and coughing, Shiro helped Keith sit Lance up, Lance shaking as Keith grabbed him by the chin

"Lance?!"

"Mnmm?"

"Keith, maybe you should give him some space to breathe?"

"Don't tell me how to handle my husband!"

Snapping at Shiro caused Lance to whine. Keith feeling like a dick for it the moment the words came out his mouth. But... quiznak!

"Sorry. Sorry... something scared him so badly he couldn't breathe..."

"It must have been my hand over his face... when Kosmo farted"

Shiro looked exactly as Keith felt. His face devoid of colour, and clouded with guilt. Guiding Lance into his lap, Shiro helped getting Lance straddled with his nose against Keith's neck. His favourite secure position

"That with having Klearo shoved in his face... Shiro, was I wrong? Did someone send him those photos? someone actually after him again?"

"I don't know. I know he was scared and hurt that you didn't believe him"

"We keep... not connecting..."

"Getting drunk and bottling it up like an idiot will do that. When he comes too properly, talk it out. Or if you still need time to think things out, we can watch him again..."

"I don't know... I don't know how to be a dad. I though we'd have more time"

"No one's ready to be a parent. And it's not as if these are usual circumstances. He'll listen"

"I know he will... that's the problem isn't it. If I repeated anything I said this morning, he's going to bolt"

"At least he wouldn't be stuck wondering about how you feel and if you still want this marriage"

Keith held his tongue. He still loved Lance. Lance was the air to his lungs... but Lance, kids, and work... He didn't know how to juggle it all.

Getting a few vargas sleep with Lance still in his lap, Keith woke with a start. His thoughts spilling into his dream, his mind tormenting him over everything he stood to lose. Starving and thirsty, Keith was surprised to find Lance awake as he carefully untangled his husband's hold on him. The moment their eyes met, things felt all that more awkward between them

"I'm... I'm going to get us something to eat, and a drink. Then I think we need to talk"

Climbing out his lap, Lance nodded. Settling himself into a ball on Keith's side of the bed, his husband rested his chin on his knees, his voice soft

"I'm leaving"

Opening his mouth, Keith closed it just as quickly before giving a half shake of his head. Lance wanted to leave? Walk out on their chance to talk? Or... was there something more to this?

"Stay here for a tick"

To Keith it felt as if Lance was watching his every move as he grabbed up a couple of ration bars, and two glasses of water. Returning to their bed, Lance was at least willing to take the ration bars from him. His glass of balanced near his bare feet. Opening the ration bar, Lance tore off the end with his teeth, eating quietly and ignoring the way Keith watched him. Sighing to himself, Keith did the same, forcing himself to eat half the tasteless bar. They weren't that great, but it wasn't goo

"I think we need time apart to think"

Dropping those words with dead calm, Lance stole his breath

"I think there's some things you need to work out, and I don't want to be on Altea anymore. I talked a little with Krolia. I wish it'd been you who'd explained to me what happened between you and her. Kids. Hey. I get it. It's a huge thing. I can't concentrate on them, me, and walk on nails around our friends. I'm tired of yoyoing more than I was when I was alone. I'm going to ask Krolia to lend me a ship and head to the next training planet"

"I know we haven't been connecting... but we just haven't had the chance. You spent most of yesterday sleeping!"

Quiznak. He sounded far more accusatory than he meant to

"And you spent it getting drunk..."

"Only because you were testing me! I don't know how it turned so shit so fast!"

"I wasn't trying to test you. I reached out and you made me feel stupid. I'm going to give you a chance to think. About what you absolutely truly want. Me. Me and the twins. If you want to take the out. My head is a mess. I don't want to be here. You're still wanted here. You still have things to work out. You should take the time to think it through"

"Don't I get a say? You had a seizure, then a panic attack so severe you stopped breathing. I have to pump your chest until you finally took a breath... We've only been here a few days. You're not taking your medication..."

"No. I've been forcing myself to drink enough water that I go to sleep needing to pee and wake up nearly wetting myself. I've been scoffing down these bars because they're like the only thing I don't throw up. So don't say I'm not trying. You knew I messed up, you told me I could trust you. You made me trust you. And I thought you actually saw me. Now I don't want to fight. I want to think. You don't think I'm scared? I know all the risks with pregnancies because I come from a huge family. It doesn't get that big without things happening... I'll keep your twins safe until you make a choice. I don't know how to be a dad. A little brother and an uncle. A drunk and druggie. I've got that covered. A dad. A mother. I don't know what to call myself other a freak. You make the choice. I can't trust myself anymore, apparently"

The last part was definitely a jab at him. It was the only part where Lance's voice had held any emotion. His husband sounded like Leandro. Leandro when they'd first crossed paths again

"That's not what I want"

"Then what do you want?"

"I don't know"

Lance sighed

"Exactly. We have all this festival stuff happening while trying to fix this mess of a marriage. I hate being in the crowds. I hated being on the panel. I..."

Lance frowned as his sentence stopped abruptly

"You, what?"

"I... no. It's better I talk to Shiro. You should enjoy the festival"

"What can you say to Shiro, that you can't say to me!?"

"I don't know what I can say to you anymore. I love you. I love you more than anything, but that doesn't fix our marriage. I know you're stuck lying to everyone because of me again... I don't want to be a burden on you... but I'm scared. Everything that makes us "us", is going to change. I'm scared. I don't want a life of just... just sex... sleep... eating... and what? I don't know how to settle down anymore. I thought... I thought us having our own home would... we would have... That we'd be together more than we were. I don't know where we're going to live... I'm such a fucking screw up... I can't even keep my husband happy... I was proud... maybe that was it. I was proud of our room and our space. I tried my hardest to make it as relaxing as I could for you. I wanted you to feel at home, but you don't"

Lance wiped at his face, Keith biting the insides of his cheeks. It was his fault. He hadn't spoken up to his mother. He'd thought himself capable of handling everything. He'd thought himself agitated and annoyed, yet he hadn't sought his mother out sooner. He hadn't sat down with her and asked his hours to be cut or to be rotated off the training roster. Even when he thought about it, or grumbled, he hadn't sat down with Krolia and said it sooner. Maybe that had been his pride? Krolia kept giving him work because she was proud of him. It seemed to him that their combined pride had led to things winding up as they had.

"Let me come with you. We can go ahead. We can figure out how we're going to conduct our training exercise. Krolia doesn't really tell us about the planet... so we could think up something before the others come?"

Lance sighed at him

"That's not going to work"

"Why not?! Things only became complicated because of the others. We didn't see them the day of our date... and I thought we had good time?"

"You were practically high on seeing your twins for the first time. Being responsible for these two lives hadn't sunk in... I think it was... it was the best day of my life. You're so quiznakking sweet to me. You treat me amazingly... then... you get stuck in your own head. It wasn't my... I was not trying to test, or you drive you to drink with Krystaal. I wanted to cuddle without talking seriously... I wanted you to tell me how things went with Krolia... I want you to be able to rely on me, Keith. I know my seizures have been hitting frequently, but... sometimes they don't hit for weeks..."

Of course he was high on seeing their twins. Their tiny little noses. Their tiny hands. Their tiny bodies. Their children. Half him. Half Lance... They were barely more than a bunch of cells caused by their lack of sense with contraceptives. But... would they even survive if Lance kept having seizures?

"The pills would help with that"

"I can't, ok! I know they're not the same, but thinking about them... I can't! I'm eating these bars. I'm forcing myself to keep eating!"

Holding his hands up in surrender, Keith knew he should have expected the backlash

"Right. Fine. I'm sorry for worrying. Did you at least eat last night? How did you know I was drinking?"

"Shiro, Curtis, and I had a pizza and beer night. Shiro was trying to make me happy, so we were going out for drinks. He wanted to invite both of us to celebrate his win, but couldn't find you. He made me get dressed up. Anyway, Curtis was waiting outside the tent you were drinking in. I had a panic attack, then begged Curtis to go grab beer and pizza, we came back to their room and watched his win while you slept in their bathtub"

"I don't remember that"

Opening his second ration bar, Lance nodded

"I'm not surprised. You were going shot for shot with Krystaal. I don't know what you were drinking, but when you saw me you started yelling about me being your husband, then got kind of mad... not mad, annoyed? when I was panicking... This is why... This is why I think we should take a few days apart. That way you can get your thinking straight"

Now they were back on that... He didn't want to leave Lance alone. He only needed... a few vargas...

"I know I quiznakked up... but... we're supposed to be talking this out!"

Lance wasn't one to talk with a mouthful, yet the way he was tearing into the ration bar, his husband had seemingly forgotten swallowing and chewing was a thing

"Keith, I can smell the confusion on you! You smelt of fucking rejection yesterday. I've already got a plan for the next planet. Krolia will ok it once we talk it out. I'll be there for like 4 quintants..."

"You'll be alone! I get that you don't want to be a... that you don't want an easy life or whatever, but what if... What if you get so scared that you stop being again? Then what? No. You're not going alone"

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sol1056 · 6 years ago

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let’s just leave this here

so let’s see how quickly I can get through a bunch of these, just so they don’t languish for the next month... here we go. behind the cut: why the opening never changed, why DW is deploying Josh again, a few about Iverson & Hedrick, is a reboot possible, staying in fandom vs leaving... and some others in the same vein.

why did they keep the same opening for all of vld seasons, considering the line-up was never supposed to come back to the original from s3?

Every indication is that originally, the team would return to the original lineup. Keeping the opening was probably meant to remind audiences of that inevitability. Or you could believe LM, who said the opening cost 20K to make, and thus was too expensive to do more than once. She’d rather spend that money on a vacation.

So I've heard that Josh Keaton is doing damage control for S8. Do you think Dreamworks sent him in because they know that he's the one guy that no one can get mad at? After what some of the fans have done to him this past year [...] I’m amazed that he's willing to stick around and try to make his fans happy for as long as he can. I can see why people say "We don't deserve him."

Josh has somehow managed that sweet spot between charming the fandom and gaining its trust. Doesn’t hurt that he’s got the chops, voice-wise, to take written dross (no, really, some of those lines are horribly clunky) and spin it into gold. More than anything else, he comes across as genuine, and that adds a certain credibility to his words.

But... Josh doesn’t really have a choice. Playing Shiro is what catapulted Josh upwards, and the last thing he can afford to do is piss off DW by refusing to play ball. He’d only be damaging himself (and his reputation among potential employers) if he didn’t snap to attention when called. Plus, I think he really does sincerely love the character, but it’s got to be a tough spot for him right now.

When you get down to it, the only one on VLD’s (former) staff who seems to believe Shiro belongs in the story and should be respected as part of the story... is Josh. Who else can Shiro’s fans look to, if Josh stops speaking?

So, yeah, Josh is it. And I bet he knows that, and knows it’s just part of signing up for such a major role. This is part of his job.

So I came across a pic of Mitch Iverson from SDCC 2018 where he and Tim Hedrick weren't in the panel ... and [Iverson] was wearing a SHIRO BLACK PALADIN top ... while the EPs & Hamilton were in the panel promoting S7, Iverson supported Hedrick & his story, and Shiro.

Hedrick was actively involved in every script as the story editor, and reportedly conceived of Shiro as an astronaut returning after his capture by aliens. Iverson got his start thanks to Hedrick, thus it makes sense that Iverson would be simpatico with Hedrick’s vision of the story.

On top of that, by SDCC Iverson already had his next gig lined up. He continued to write for VLD, so he had to be subtle... but a t-shirt was a good way to make his sentiments clear. Can’t blame the guy, seeing he probably knew what was coming and chose a quiet protest of his own.

As an American, how would you take it if someone, that is, Iverson, called himself a redneck? From what I know thats derogatory term & for people not exactly inclusive & supportive of minorities. He also retweeted an art of Allura with a quote: ‘Laters’, which I found in really poor taste...

Redneck is another slur adopted by the in-group. My guess is that if you called Iverson a redneck to his face, he’d be offended. But if you introduced yourself as a redneck, and then called him one, it’d be different. And yes, as a term, redneck has a complex history, and it changes subtly in terms of how each generation defines/uses it.

As for retweeting things in poor taste... eh, most people don’t have any training in social media. Jokes are the hardest; it’s so easy for them to go so wrong. Until VLD, I’d bet Iverson was lucky to have a few hundred followers. How many follow him now? It takes time to find your footing in striking the right balance of humor and dignity.

Sometimes the best course is to ignore the stumble. They’ll either learn, or they won’t. Either way, it’s their problem, not ours.

Will Tim Hedrick be allowed to continue the voltron universe the way he planned it?

I doubt it. He’s got a new project. If you’re now an EP finally getting your name at the top, would you really want to go back and fix someone else’s story? Sometimes it’s just better to leave it behind, and make sure the next thing you do is something you can have pride in.

...why do you keep saying the last episode Tim Hedrick wrote was The Feud? A lot of people keep repeating it, like it was his last 'fuck you' to the showrunners. But official sources all say 'The Journey Within' was his last episode.

All we can say for certain was that tJW is the last Hedrick episode broadcast. That doesn’t mean it was the last one written.

Here’s why a lot of us peg tF as Hedrick’s last written episode: the story editor credit. Hedrick's the sole story editor on all his other episodes; tF is the only one in which both Hedrick and Hamilton share credit. The simplest explanation is this episode was edited in that window during which Hedrick had one foot out the door, and Hamilton had one foot in. iow, Hedrick put it into the queue, edited half, and moved on. Ergo, last written.

I can’t believe how they just managed to anger literally everyone no matter your favorite character or ship.

I recall a quote from early on, where LM said they had a feeling they couldn’t please everyone. The problem (which I noted at the time, and has remained true) is that the answer isn’t to just piss off everyone.

It’s to figure out who you want your audience to be, and to write the best damn story you can for that particular audience. If you end up with a story only old-timer DotU fans love, and kids are lukewarm about, fine. If the reverse is true, fine. You can’t please everyone, especially in a reboot/remake. So you pick your battles, and write your story accordingly.

Looking around social media, most people I'm seeing are either rightfully upset, or they're hyperfocusing on the one single scene they liked because they just don't have the energy to deal with the show's bullshit right now. How can they fuck up the last season so badly that it seems like the general reaction is disappointment and denial?

I think there’s a common cause for the fandom reactions: exhaustion.

In American broadcast television, a 26-episode season runs from September to May, then a summertime lull, during which people digest and discuss. Binge-watching is changing this, but it seems one thing hasn’t changed: no matter how fast we watch a show, we still require processing time.

What did we get? A half-season, two months’ break, another half-season, two months’ break, a full season, three months’ break, and a final full season. If every season had provoked a spike equal to S1/S2, we might’ve been begging DW by June to just freaking chill. Fandom had barely begun to process one season and a new one was already landing on our heads.

On top of that, S3-S6 weren’t exactly walks in the part, post-release. In terms of controversy, S7 dwarfed them all. That made an awful lot of people (across the entire spectrum, from almost every sub-group in the fandom) disengage. Those who remained dialed back on their expectations (”as long as X happens, that’s all that matters”), or they hung in there, insistent it would turn out alright.

So either you’re exhausted from not being able to fully disengage with the final season still in the wings, you’re exhausted from convincing yourself this one specific thing would be enough, or you’re exhausted from defending what turned out to be indefensible.

Frankly, disappointment and denial is a fairly soft landing, compared to what might’ve been. But any way you cut it, the fandom’s worn the hell out.

Do you think LM and JDS are gonna address this or are they just going to ignore the complaints, wash their hands and move on?

They don’t need to do anything. They don’t work for DW anymore. If someone has to address the complaints, it’d be DW or DW’s chosen spokesperson. I guess you could call that washing their hands, but the simple fact is they’re not on the payroll. They’re not responsible for VLD anymore.

do you think it's possible for dreamworks to rewrite season 8? i've never heard of a show doing that before and i'm afraid that we'll be stuck with what we got, but damn, i really hope that we will get to see the characters get the endings they deserve, if nothing else.

I’m not sure why anyone would bother. S7 was rife with problems; S3-S6 meandered back and forth. If I were to do a soft in-series reboot, I’d go back to the end of S2. That’s the clearest break, story-wise.

But if you’re going backwards 50+ episodes to the 26th, just keep going and start over. More to the point: not a lot of creators would sign on to inherit problems not of their own making. Same reason new directors on a property will want to rework the script in some way (if not start over from scratch).

Do you think this is truly the end of Voltron: Legendary Defender? I know that a lot of the cast and crew wanted to continue on with a sequel, and there's so many possibilities and things they can do in that universe, not to mention that Voltron is (or rather, was) a money bank...

Your guess is as good as mine, really. Hopefully we’ll get at least hints when the SACanime panel rolls around in early January.

There's a change petition for the "original s8" to be released ... [people] believe that LM and JDS are NOT the ones who ruined the last two seasons and that it was "exec meddling." Like, no, sorry, exec meddling appears to be what made it good in the beginning.

If we consider Yoo an exec by virtue of being CEO of Studio Mir, then I kinda wish he’d meddled a bit more.

...I'm wondering if the original version exists, completed. In one post, you said DW picked Tim over L/J so surely that got animated? What do you think? Be real. I don't want to get my hopes high thinking there's some buried treasure out there to find.

Ah, no, sorry, I wasn’t speaking in the sense of VLD but in the overall corporate sense. Here’s how the scenario often plays out: manager A and employee B do not get along. The longer they clash, the greater the chance A will find an excuse to fire B. The project is literally not big enough for the both of them.

B could resign, quit, or do a preemptive strike: go over A’s head and ask for help. If B leaves the company shortly after, it means the higher-up said: “I’ve heard A’s side, and I think A is right.” The exec might offer a good reference, or blame it on a no-fault bad fit. Doesn’t matter; the exec’s chosen A’s side.

Now, consider what actually happened: B gets transferred off the project, and gets a major promotion -- basically up to the same level as B’s former manager. Either B has some of the most amazing dirt ever, is phenomenally good at twisting reality to seem like the wronged party... or the higher-up reviewed the situation and decided that of the two, B was the one worth keeping.

Having decided that, the exec made an offer B couldn’t refuse, which would be to run a show that’s practically tailor-made to fit B’s dream job. That’s what I meant by losing the battle (how VLD would go) and winning the war (being the party seen as in the right, by the execs).

The only way for A to turn things around is to have a blisteringly successful final product. It could literally kill two careers with one stone: the (former) employee, B, who spun such a good story, and the exec(s) who believed B.

Given the numbers I’m seeing for S8... that exec did choose wisely.

ETA (sorry forgot this part): There might be pieces, but it really depends on what version control is in use (if any). For that matter, even if there were saved copies, who’s to say those didn’t get, whoops, deleted at some point? I’d put my bet on there being nothing, now, except what we got. Sorry.

I could understand if you never want to have anything to do with this show ever again.

Oh, jeez, I was here before VLD and I’ll be here after. Once we all get over our mutual exhaustion (and the holidays, bloody great timing, there), it’ll be time to roll up our sleeves and get to work. Fandom’s got a lot to do, putting things back together in all the shapes that’ll make us happy. This is the best time to be in a fandom, if you ask me. Everything’s just getting started!

#vld #voltron #come for the sugar stay for the salt #wrapping up a bundle of asks #sol thinks about stuff

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darkspellmaster · 7 years ago

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All Anon Asks as of 10/29/2018 in my in box.

1. One thing to point out about these “leaks” as opposed to the two real leaks in the past, the new leaks are on purpose and posted with the intent to cause drama and hype. And as for DW not making a statement, why would they? They are getting free marketing and with such a huge gap between the last press event and the last season why not let it fester and create that hype, they know people will still watch. People are gonna want to tune in to find out the truth, DW knows that.

You know the saying about “No news is good news” well in regard to management in a lot of cases to draw in hype, and also to pretty much not have to deal with the legal nightmare of finding all the images and getting the fakes taken down they go with the idea of “Any publicity is good” because that means that they’re getting hype as you pointed out. As you said Anon, the point of these leaks is to cause drama and create issues between fans and then sit back and laugh at all the shocked kids that are freaking out. They probably are already planning round two or three of this.

2. Voltron is set in the super fancy future why would anything ever be sepia tone? Especially something that’s happening in a flash forward.

So the basics here is that it’s supposed to feel “Nostalgic”. Like “Oh look at that memory we shared together of a wonderful time.”

Again typically sepia is used to make things look or feel aged. Old photos, memories, etc. Sepia is not a color you use willy nilly because it doesn’t always look good on screen in large dosages in filter. The color brown in general is typically used, or at least that color, for sunset like moments to make the viewer feel melancholy that time is ending. You never use that color when you’re showing something triumphant. Also if you do use it for a happy occasion you tend to use it for a photo in a memory book.

Look at Coco, and the photos on the alter, you have several that are black and white and a few that are a brown color because they’re supposed to invoke a certain feeling in you. You want to feel warm and welcome and like everything is in the past and nostalgic. And the leakers got people to feel that way with the colors. And Flash forwards tend to be brighter and blurred in some cases with frosted edges. Or something to depict that it’s not in the present. And if it is just a time skip, there would be no need for the color change.

3. I think it’s weird that in the second wedding photo Shiro is leaning away from Roy as he leans in. Odd???

It’s something that normally happens in some anime. The less, shall we say dominating person leans back embarrassed by the attention and more aggressive actions by the more dominate person who is initiating the kiss. By the body language this means that Roy here is the more aggressive figure in their relationship going in for a kiss though still acting a bit shy about it, while Shiro is less aggressive and is being more shy and then decides to go with it. This sort of action usually happens with a girl in Shiro’s place, as in Japan the girl is seen as less aggressive a figure and why certain female characters over the years have been seen as very different than most of their counter parts.

4. Don’t know if it’s been pointed out yet but in the kiss pic Roy’s arm just randomly disappears through Shiros chest. That’s not how it works.

Correct Anon. The arm should be either around his waist or on his shoulder or chest. As per the kiss with Hikaru (Rick Hunter) and Misa (Lisa) from Macross. Roy’s arm is blending into Shiro’s side and that’s not a good thing. I know Mir makes some small mistakes here and there, but man this would have the art being sent right back to the studio if it was blurring that badly. Unlike Hasbro in the 1980s this sort of thing isn’t tolerated as much anymore because digital means it’s a quick fix rather than hours of reanimating the scene.

5. so, since you're the go to person regarding the legitimacy of the Voltron leaks, I just saw the [SPOILER] photo of the paladins grown up projected on a screen with people in front smiling [/SPOILER] the person that shared this with me said this is a photo of the french VA team finishing dubbing. Thoughts? Comments? Tumblr doesn't let me link the image, but if you're interested I can share it with you some other way.

Holy hell, um. Not sure what to think of that. But okay. XD Yeah I discuss that in the main blog post about it.

http://darkspellmaster.tumblr.com/post/179532344635/update-and-edit-and-master-post-to-the-fokker

So as I said before I think the photo of the cast is real, and more than likely taken on another date. The thing that jumps out to me about the photo after examining it more is where they are looking. Everyone is staring off to the center of the screen, but the camera that took the photo is off to the right. This means that this was probably a photo being taken because of the man in the center, who I’m betting is a famous and well known voice actor.

These sorts of pictures happen from time to time, even here in the states, when a cast gets someone that is famous and they want to take a photo with them. Remember actors are fan boys and girl’s too.

When I went to Anime Midwest a few years ago Sonny Straight (Lupin the 3rd, Krillen, a number of characters in anime) mentioned how he was sitting next to the late VA of Speed Racer, Peter Fernandez, who was signing small cars of the Mach 5. He was talking to him, while geeking out in his mind, and Mr. Fernandez gave him a car with his autograph on it. Sonny basically was playing with the car when Mr. Fernandez wasn’t looking making the noise of the Mach 5.

Nolan North just recently confessed to chasing down Sir. Anthony Hopkins on to an elevator and talking to him for a while, because he didn’t want to miss a shot to meet the famous actor who was recording lines on Retro Replay. (Also watch the show it’s funny.)

So more than likely the picture was being taken with a well-known French VA and that it was for posterity sake for the studio and the actors. Studios will sometimes do this if they have a named actor in the cast doing a voice.

6. I've gone back through Bexs likes and I don't see any of the leaks. What's the source on that claim?

I’ve only been told about this, I haven’t seen anything of it either. I do not have an Instagram so I can’t tell you about that stuff.

Either Bex liked something that was similar, or someone thought that they liked it, or something. I really can’t say for sure. But regardless, unless it’s in their contracts and the NDA states they can’t like fan art, actors typically do like art.

7. Watching your post about the whole studio thing I thought about something, I didn’t know about Ezor’s va leak but maybe when she did it she simply didn’t think the fandom would immediately jump on it and spread it, then is it possible that the french studio ‘leak’ is real too and that the same thing happened?

Most actor’s don’t think that what they say is important. I think in Kimiko’s case she really wanted to just give the fans the okay that Shiro was going to show up again because of all the freaking out on Social Media about it and trying to be a good person. Lionel (I think that’s how you spell his name) the French VA seems like he was thinking of just showing that they were recording the show again. Maybe getting people excited, since, most people that follow Voltron aren’t following the dub actors save for those that are following in France right now. And I don’t know how many know of the actor due to the fact that he’s more a live action actor like Steve is so this is his first dubbing job for a cartoon.

The thing is that the second picture was a personal one that was taken at some other point in time, because of the change that Lionel’s hair has gone through it seems. Also, as I said before this was taken from the side meaning that they’re looking at another camera, so it’s not a case of them taking a “Last hurray” photo, and more likely that they were taking a picture with a well-known actor that had visited the studio to do a voice.

The “leak” is real in that it is a legit photo of the cast, what’s fake is the stuff behind them.

8. I reported the violations to the French company but they haven’t got back to me :/ surely over something this serious they would?

I wouldn’t expect them to be getting back to you regarding this. The photo that was taken wasn’t their property in this case, it’s owned by whoever took it from the side of the editing booth. If it was a professional photo, then yeah they would want to know info. It could be that too, much like DW here in the state’s the legal department isn’t seeing anything huge to go after and would rather people just ignore it.

After all they have only a month and a few days here states side for it to come out, also in France too, so more than likely they are more worried about the promotional stuff they need to do after She-ra comes out.

You’re right, if it was serious we would see things about it all over the place, not just on Tumblr but on other sites that cover this sort of news. Like with the Mir incident. This is not serious to them and probably isn’t even registering yet for them.

9. One of the most glaring things for me is that Roy isn't even on the poster. Even the most minor characters are in it and yet you're going to tell me Shiro's future husband isn't? Yeah, no way. Also in your post debunking the leaks you forgot to mention how the background characters are weirdly static (especially Pidge) in the wedding edits, but Shiro and Roy are moving.

Yeah having Roy on the poster would be a legal nightmare waiting to happen, as rsasai said in one of their other posts, since the show is airing in Japan and Japan worships Roy and Macross, you would have to deal with Studio Nue, Tatsunoko and Big West for any rights to be used. Not to mention that fans of Macross would want to know what the hell was going on since Roy is a big deal. As I said above reminds me way to much of a Newtype magazine static illustration that was traced over.

10. I commend you on your impeccable taste in TV shows, my good comrade. Also, whomst else misses the 80s & 90s where people would just watch and enjoy the shows they watched, and didn’t ruin them or the experience for other fans? Ahhh the good old days!

Maybe I’ll list all my favorite shows. XD And thank you, I like to think I have good taste in shows. At least I hope I do.

Well it depened on who you watched the show with, but over all, for the most part, people genuinely weren’t as worked up over shows. Or at least I never noticed save for a Lisa is better, Lynn is better fight I once saw between two girls on the playground about Robotech, but other than that…it was mostly quiet. Not sure about at offices in the day though over shows like Dallas or Dynasty.

11. To the people who say “The staff having not said anything about the leaks yet means they are true!”. I am almost sure they didn’t say anything about the “Klance voiceline leaks” either, and it was fake.

O.O What? Wait…is that like a dialogue line that was said? OR are we talking about those old telephone call lines where you paid like 9.95 and a dollar or something every minute after a few minutes to talk to your favorite character? Because if it’s the latter, hell yes it would be fake since no one does that anymore. Well save Cdawg who does it for Black butler calls but those are free.

12. An anon sent to you said "maybe DW just doesn't care anymore since the show is almost over" but it's really not about VLD anymore. Like I said before in a previous ask, this sets a very bad precedent. DW is a business, which means they have to look to the future. By not taking this seriously, they're implying they won't take any of their other licensed shows/IPs seriously either. No company would want to damage their reputation so badly just because a contract is almost over.

But see, the thing is, it’s not that they don’t care it’s a question of how the legal wants them to handle it. If you kick up too much of a fuss, then it’s “Well they are real” if you don’t then you have people saying you’re not doing enough. Ultimately it’s not up to DW to chase things down since they are not the main license holder, that is WEP, and the other studios are not owned by DW or WEP they are only licensing the series to dub via Netflix. Then throw NBC Universal on this, and you have that factor in play here…you’d have a lot of people involved. Does it look bad, kinda. But most studios have the same response. It’s easier to let things die on their own than interviene as it becomes making a mountain out of a mole hill. Or to put it in a better way. Let’s take a real case that recently happened. There’s a famous artist that likes to take images and do a little change then say they are his own works of art. He’s been doing this for years and artists hate him because he’s taking their copyrighted works and screwing with them only a little and calling them his own. Recently, like a year or so ago, he went on Instagram, found cosplay and other pictures of female celebs and non celebs, commented on it. Took the photo and the comment, put it together as a larger picture and called it his own. This is considered art appropriation and can be seen as a legal way of doing art. Richard Prince, the artist in question, has been getting away with it for years. And someone who’s cagey enough probably could use that as a defense in a lawsuit. https://www.theverge.com/2015/5/30/8691257/richard-prince-instagram-photos-copyright-law-fair-use

13. in the french va video, who is the guy in the middle? the director?

That guy in the middle may be Patrick Borg. Reason the cast may be taking the picture with him is he’s the voice of Son Goku in Dragon Ball and has been since the start of Dragon ball Z, and is a well-known in VA in France. Or It’s Jerome Wiggins who does a main character on Zagtoonz Zak Storm. My guess though, it’s probably Patrick, and since the crew is pretty much younger actors who grew up around the hype of Dragon ball Z, wouldn’t surprise me if they were taking a picture with him because he was doing a voice for them.

14. No, it's the opposite now. All the evidence in the Universe prooves that the leaks are real but you all choose not to believe in it. And I'm okay with it and I'm more than okay If I'm wrong but if the leaks are real almost everyone who believes that the are fake would be greatly dissapointed and will feel betrayed

As I said before Anon, if you want to believe it, fine. That’s up to you. I have no horse in this race, I’m only presenting facts as I find them and having two graphic designers and other people look over the images and such, to them they seem doctored or created. I’d rather people make the call themselves, but as other’s have said well before me, it seems insane that two studios decided to risk their careers to leak this stuff. You do realize that in doing so they will have cost the trust of several other clients they have and it would probably put them out of business with Netflix, and cause BTI Studios to lose the deal with Altor and Shamrock that they recently made this past year, and for Netflix to pull out of it’s vendorship with VSI and probably make other networks, like CN, and Nick, pull out of the deal. No one, in their right mind, would put themselves or their careers in danger over a cartoon show. No one. It would cause them to be blacklisted and not have work in the VA community ever again. The sheer level of WTF that would have to run through someone’s minds to do this if they were a professional in this field would be astonishing. Honestly, no I wouldn’t feel betrayed or disappointed. I would be more worried for the studios and wonder if they would be able to continue to run as they are, or have to close due to the fact that most of their clients would bolt knowing their intellectual property wasn’t safe. Then there would be the lawsuits from WEP, NBC Universal and probably Mir for putting out copyrighted material that they don’t own. Would I be upset about the show, no, honestly I wouldn’t. Allura dying would be a mirror and parallel to Ryou dying and taking Lotor with him from Go lion, something Voltron the original didn’t do. Shiro being married, awesome. Roy Fokker getting his name out there and getting people to watch Macross to know who the hell this hottie is, okay in my book. The crew taking a picture together, nothing wrong there.

The only thing that could disappoint me is no ending or a cliff hanger, since, well I got that with Force from DiC and this would be the first show to have a real ending outside of the original.

I don’t get why people are worried about me or others feeling disappointed when there are four other variants of the show that exist that we can watch. That’s just silly. I’m more surprised that people don’t care about the well-being and lively hood and careers of the VAs internationally being wrecked by all of this. That’s where my concern lies. Shipping and all the other things, I don’t care about. My care was that the characters were happy and got along, and that the robot fights were cool.

15. You list Roy's arm/hand as vanishing on 13 but they're both still visible, I've redlined it for you: i(.)imgur(.)com/2UHctWY(.)png

Side note. you can’t send pictures that way. And if you mean where the arm seems to blend down around the waist area. I can’t tell for sure if that’s his right arm or his left. Also that would be a weird way to hold someone if you’re going to kiss them like that in genera.

#ask darkspellmaster #anon questions #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron leaks #fake voltron leaks #fake leaks #false leakes #Chinkel studio cast #patrick borg #i've learned about some cool new vas #thanks leakers #roy fokker

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squirenonny · 7 years ago

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I was wondering if you’re still accepting asks for the Turn Left meme. Was just re-reading Another Word For Never this afternoon and thought of asking how things would’ve changed if Matt had been able to hear Shiro and Keith’s conversation with Allura in Chapter 9 and recognize his boyfriend’s voice.

I’m always up for interesting Turn Left asks, and this one is definitely interesting! (And also one that I have a feeling everyone secretly wants to know the answer to, even if it was so long ago that they don’t immediately think about it.)

Anyway, real talk? This single change would throw off a hell of a lot. First of all? Plot. Shiro and Keith know that Zarkon is angling for Earth, so you can bet your ass the entire team turns around and heads back that way.

They still have to deal with the fallout of Sendak’s attack, so they still go to the Balmera and meet Shay, but that’s about as far as the plot continues in that direction. (Dual paladins don’t happen yet, either, if you were wondering. Allura steps back, and since there’s only been a couple of battles with her in Black, it’s much easier for her to convince the team that she’s not a paladin at all. And Keith and Matt are a little bit slower to connect, with Matt not yet familiar enough with Red to recognize that she’s chosen Keith.)

They don’t meet Rolo and Nyma in this AU, either, because even if they go to that moon, Lance is laser focused on the fact that Earth is in danger and Nyma never gets a chance to lure him away. They don’t go to Vel-17, they don’t meet Anamuri’s rebels, they don’t wind up on Berlou, Matt doesn’t find out about the crystals for a lot longer than in Duality proper. They probably eventually get to stuff like Olkarion that happened in SLH, but that’s all out of order, so who knows?

Right now, they’re headed back to Earth, less than a week after they disappeared. The Garrison hasn’t even finished the internal investigation, so while they’ve probably had memorials for Lance, Hunk, and Pidge, Mama Holt’s Army hasn’t even totally come together yet when the paladins arrive back home. Honestly? The story from there probably turns into fortifying Earth against the impending attack, with Voltron occasionally striking out in hopes of finding allies, but scared to leave for too long. The sheer scope of that change in plot is so staggering I can’t even begin to conceptualize how the story would go after the Battle for Earth.

One other thing to note, though, is that Shiro and Matt’s relationship noticeably suffers in this timeline. At the point in time where they’re reunited in this AU Matt is in a very bad place. He’s fresh from torture and imprisonment, barely coping with the fact that he’s now a paladin, and freaking out because he’s sort of responsible for the other humans by virtue of being older. He’s incredibly vulnerable, and he’s had only a couple of days to find his footing.

So Shiro shows up, and it’s Shiro, so of course he puts on a mask like he’s fine, he’s got it all together, and Matt falls for it. The first few months of their relationship are characterized by Shiro shutting down all of his own needs to try to take care of Matt, who becomes dangerously dependent on Shiro to keep him moving forward, and that just is not sustainable. At some point, Shiro just blows up, and Matt has a major panic attack over (in his mind) losing Shiro (who at this point is 90% of his coping skills).

They’d work it out eventually–honestly, that’s probably how Matt and Keith get close, because Keith is the only one with any clue what Shiro’s been going through, so Matt seeks him out to find out what went wrong. Shiro, meanwhile, probably gets pulled aside by Coran and/or Allura. The time apart is good for them both. They establish other supportive relationships on the team and define clearer boundaries in their own relationship, but it’s a slower, more painful process than it is in Duality canon, where Matt’s a little more grounded and better able to recognize Shiro’s needs from the start.

(…That probably wasn’t as happy as you were expecting… But I did also promise Orelia a reunion scene for this ask, and I’m never over Shatt reunions, so have some feels under the cut.)

Matt stopped at the door to the bridge, his stomach still tying itself in knots. He’d gotten Coran settled in the med bay and done what he could with his first aid training, but the plain fact was he didn’t know the first thing about taking care of Alteans. Which was why he’d left Pidge and Hunk to guard Coran, telling them to lock the doors and call him at the first sign of trouble, then come up here to switch places with Allura. Matt and Lance could deal with securing the castle… probably… while Allura did what she could for Coran. It only made sense.

He had to admit, he hadn’t expected to find Lance and Allura arguing with a faceless stranger over the comms.

“Why don’t you get off my space castle, jerkface,” Lance was saying, “before I decide to show you what happens when you mess with a paladin of Voltron?”

Allura pinched the bridge of her nose as the voice on the comms huffed out a, “Whatever.”

But it was the soft, barely-there laugh behind this voice that wiped Matt’s mind clean and left him shaking. He was imagining things. He had to be. There was no way–

“Thanks for your offer. Really. But we have things to take care of, as I’m sure you do. Maybe we’ll see each other again someday.”

Shiro.

It was Shiro, Matt was sure of it. They hadn’t seen each other in a year, but the day Shiro took his place in the Arena was still burned into his mind. He would never forget that voice.

“Yes,” Allura said. “I would like that. Farewell, and good luck.”

Matt’s brain kicked back into gear at that, panic spurring him into motion at the prospect of Shiro leaving. Matt was going to miss his chance if he didn’t say something right now.

“Wait!” he cried, stumbling forward. Everything ached, and he felt light-headed from some combination of stress, exertion, and raw, desperate hope. Silence filled the bridge as Matt grabbed onto Allura’s arm to hold himself upright. She and Lance were staring at him, and Matt automatically searched for a video feed of the people on the other end of the line–just to be sure. Just to know that he wasn’t going crazy. They hadn’t said anything, and for a moment Matt’s hopes came crashing down. Had they left already? Was he too late?

“Uh… Sorry,” Shiro said. “Were you talking to us?”

There was a tremor to his voice that said, maybe, he’d recognized Matt’s voice, too, and Matt struggled to get himself to speak around the lump in his throat.

“Shiro?” he asked. “Is that… Is that you?”

“Matt.”

The next few minutes were a blur as Shiro and his friend, Keith, boarded the castle-ship and Matt sprinted off to meet them. Lance and Allura gave chase, and Matt couldn’t even bring himself to care that they probably thought this was some sort of trap. He ran, hardly breathing, until his lungs burned, and then he turned a corner to see him. Older, scarred, with shadows under his eyes and a broad white streak in his hair.

Matt burst into tears at the sight of him and barely had the coordination to close the last few feet, but Shiro was running, too, now, his arms locking around Matt’s shoulders as Matt collapsed against him. He was wearing the armor of a Galra soldier, a Galra in an officer’s uniform standing just behind him, but Matt didn’t care about any of it.

Shiro was here.

Shiro was alive.

“Matt–”

Matt didn’t give him a chance to finish, just reached up to frame Shiro’s face between his hands and pulled him down into a kiss.

#dualityverse #ask meme #turn left meme #i know y'all hated me for this tease back when we were still in awfn #but believe me #it wouldn't have been without its fair share of angst #anon #answers

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moonlights0nata · 7 years ago

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M Y S for the ask meme please!! ♥

FanFic Ask Game (Accepting)

@lily-liegh

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

OOOh man let me check cause I have….a lot probably LOL

For Vrains:

-This one I tittled, for giggles, “DO YOU EVEN DANCE PLAYMAKER” aksdjs Basically I just thought ‘i want to write yusaku and ryoken dancing…..what if ryoken takes yusaku to a fancy place and they dance swing and cool shit’. I don’t have much more than that except

Yusaku: help i don’t own fancy suits you’re my only hope

Aoi: I got you fam *takes credit card out of pocket* we are going SHOPPING

Alt, she just lends him one of her bros suits lol I live for Aoi n Yusaku being pals. This one I haven’t started writing yet it’s just kinda there

For YGO GX:

-THE HEROSHIPPING CAFE AU THAT MIGHT END UP TURNING PARANOMAL INVESTIGATION TEAM ???????? I have had this one in the works for a looong time and I’m not even done with the intro and I already have ideas of introducing some paranormal shit idk what’s going on here

-Also Post-anime heroship fic with Judai n Edo crossing paths again or bumping into each other by chance and they…sort out feelings :’))))) my loves

For VLD:

-I had this cool idea like…I bet someone out there wrote something like this but I haven’t been checking the AO3 for vld in a while so– Basically an AU where the Paladins synchronize with their Lions so they can use their elements themselves? Fire for Keith, ICe for Lance etc. It was gonna be a slow build Klance kinda thing maybe and I had some nice concepts but there are a lot of details I never worked on so It’s sitting there heh’’’

-This one I do wanna write sometime–Lance being a Salsa instructor and Keith ends up in his class by chance–still sorting out those details but sth like the actual class Keith wanted to go to got cancelled last minute and he only found out when he arrived pffft. And Lance recognizes Keith from highschool so things are a little heated at first lol and Keith was gonna quit the class after a month but ends up being genuinely interested in Salsa and talking to Lance– And then I was thinking, the two of them going into a Salsa competition n shit aksjds I had a lot of assorted ideas for this, maybe someday.

-SHANCE ICE SKATE AU, Like Shiro being a pro skater that comes back to the rink after an injury and he’s worrying he won’t be able to skate the way he used to or feeling a little lost coming back to it. Then he meets Lance (debuting as a pro) who really looks up to him and is kinda the reason he became a skater. And it’s a lot of fluff really aksdd Was working on some stuff for this.

There’s a lot more probably if I get digging but for now….have these aksdjs there’s a lot for vld tbh i never got around to writing them

Y: A character you want to protect.

SO MANY ASKL coincidentially, all the characters i want to protect tend to also be the ones i wreck the most—i am bad with my faves everyone knows this LOL

but okay since I can’t mention ONE:

* YUSAKU FUJIKI DESERVES LOVE AND HAPPINESS I WILL PROTECT HIM alksds I just want him to have friends and be surrounded by good things okay???

*Ryoken, too aksjs I want this man to be happy dammit !! Move forwards with Yusaku ToT That’s all I want….

*Rockman.exe/Saito Hikari, the light of my mc freaking life, he deserves all the good even when I fucking wreck him in writing LMAO I’M SORRY SON I SWEAR I LOVE U

*As of lately Keith, from vld, would fit here too because dammit HE DESERVES GOOD THINGS !!!! I want to see Keith happy w/ the team and loved ToT Lance too ofc but I tend to be….really mean to him in writing aksdjs rip i’m sorry son

*I could keep going honestly I have so many characters I love and adore right now

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

*ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS

*MUTUAL PINING

*Fake dating….FAKE DATINGGGGG

#ask #answered #lily liegh #thank u !

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ephemeralfuture · 8 years ago

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In Which The Paladin Bond and The Force are The Same [Part Two]

Days pass since Lance's discovery of the Force. It's old. Older than Voltron and Altea and Zarkon's empire. It seems similar to the thing that drives the Lions and Voltron, an energy. Lance sits completely still in his room and allows himself to sink into the buzzing field of the force, despite the screaming and the pain.

While the Force is scalding and demanding, he realizes that it was not like that before. In the time of Jedi and Sith and the time when being Force sensitive was a mystical aether like power it was less of a swirling substance and more of a crackling field. Not evil, nor good , thriving in neutrality. Now the force swims and swirls, in Lances mind and on his skin and the skins of his teammates. Time simply changed it. Lance and Hunk meditate together now, holding onto each other as they explore the howling stream of the force. "Whoa- how did you do that?" Hunk and Lance agreed that they were going to set aside a date to guide the rest of team Voltron into the Force. Now, a water packet is hovering in the air and Lance can see it turning slowly before Hunk. "I think you can use it to lift things up for you." Hunk says and the pack wobbles over to him and drops onto his lap. "Sweet!" Lance sits next to him and takes a deep breath before diving into the stream. He sits, fighting the howling currents and Hunk pulls him out of his reverie, tapping him on the bicep. "Dude." He says, "Breathe." Lance exhales and suddenly his head is clearer. "Try keeping your awareness on all the time. Like the Paladin Bond, but louder." Hunk says and Lance decides to extend his arm out to the water pouch from across the couch and a split second later the thing smacks him in the head. "Ho ho-! What a move!" Hunk laughs and Lance chuckles with him. The Lions and the castle always Vibrate now. It's less pulsating madness and more of a norm between Hunk and Lance. "Do you know what this means?" Lance says, "we can do so much more with this. Just imagine!" "I'll bet." Hunk hums. Lance and Hunk go before the team the next day, ready. They're all on the Bridge that morning. "Guys, Lance found something more to the Paladin Bond." Hunk announces and Lance smiles dazzlingly at them. "Aw shucks Hunk, I didn't find it, some lady on a planet did. But I did feel it." "There's more to the bond?" Pidge asks, eyes glimmering in interest, "what is it?" Lance realizes that convincing the rest of the team to simply feel beyond the Bond would take more convincing. Hunk swoops in to the rescue. "Find the Paladin Bond." He says, "and we'll guide you." "An impromptu training sequence!" Allura looks quite happy, proud of Hunk, even for bringing it up, and suddenly everyone's suiting up and going down to the training deck. Keith, Allura and Pidge sit in a circle with Hunk and Lance and Lance feels something off. "Shiro." He says suddenly and Shiro looks up from his place on the Observation deck, surprised. "We need you too." Allura and Keith both give him a strange looks. "Didn't Shiro loose his connection with the Black Lion?" Allura says. "He still shares a bond with us." Hunk says, "it's all he'll need for this." So Shiro sits with the five of them in a circle, sheepish. "Okay, now- find the bond." Lance easily clamps onto the steadying glimmers of Hunk and Allura. Pidge and Keith are harder to find but he pulls them in. They're hesitant but willing. Shiro's shimmer is faintest and the most hesitant and Lance has to tug and tug to make it stronger. "Okay..." Hunk's voice is far away, he's holding onto the other's links with him. Lance wants to simply dive in, to allow the screaming to sting him, but Hunk keeps him held back. Slowly.... Hunk's voice seems to murmur. It'll be rough. "Just let it guide you..." When Lance sinks into the Force, the Castle vibrating powerfully. He can hear the heartbeats of five instead of one- the brief flashes of the Plasma sabers and floating stones swimming across his eyes. The Force is life, but full of pained gaps. Something mangled parts of it beyond repair. When he pulls his mind back into his body, Hunk's light pulse holds and comforts him. Hunk is gripping his arm. "That... Was a lot." He says, "it'll still take time to accept it I think." Lance glances at the others, they're sweating and mostly pale . Lance wishes there's another way to show it to them. He wishes he can repair it back to being serene and whole, but the gaps are raw and dripping. It's all they have. "What- was that?" Keith's voice is haggard and freaked out, Lance wants to reach out with the Bond and hold him. "The Force." Allura whispers, awed, "The force is more than twenty thousand years old. A mere myth amongst my people. I didn't know it still lived under the idea of quintessence." "Sorry." Hunk says, "Lance and I are still figuring out how to introduce it without making people feel terrible." "Good Job Hunk." Shiro says. His voice is wrecked and his eyes are rimmed red. He must've received the brunt of the pain associated with the force. "Why was it screaming?" Pidge demands, her voice is shaky and her eyes are shimmering with tears, "there's so many thoughts- it's so bad-" Lance kneels scoots over to Pidge and holds her cheeks in his hands. "Breathe." He commands, "It's okay. The disturbance is Zarkon. All Zarkon, and the planets he killed. The force is alive. It's in you and me and Hunk and Voltron. It runs through everything. Concentrate." Pidge's heartbeat slows in Lance's head. He places his hands in his lap. Shiro gets up, antsy. "Hunk, how do you turn it off?" He asks suddenly, "What if you don't want this?" "Can't." Hunk says, "Lance already said it, the Force is in us and everything that lives." Lance feels Shiro's wild panicked sparking- he gets up and walks over to Shiro, who's taken to pacing and places a hand on his shoulder. "The force is calling to you. To all of us." Lance says seriously, "All you have to do is let it in." Shiro looks uncharacteristically ruffled by what Lance says and he nods mutely. Lance is glad that the raw ripped up gaps in the force is just as disturbing to him as the others. They can feel it and see it's result but it pulses and thrums with vibrant life despite the loss. "Allura." Lance says, and she's still in the floor, contemplative. She looks up, detached. "Will you be okay?" She stand, wobbling and nods. Lance doesn't want to push this new training any harder, she seems to be more aware of its presence than anything. Lance and Hunk still meditate and practice together and regularly dip into the full encompassing nature of the Force, hoping to quell its screaming and animalistic scrabbling. Allura summons her teammates to the training deck and Shiro and Coran stand in the Observation deck. Lance realizes that this will be the first time he'll be using the force to his advantage in a fight. It became Hunk's idea. Keith and Allura are on the front taking on Gladiators full on and Lance and Hunk are doing damage control while defending Pidge. The session is going well until a Gladiator gets close to Lance and and slams into his stomach, throwing him into Hunk. His bayard clatters to the floor and slides across the room and Hunk stumbles with him, thrown off guard. It's now or never. Lance glances at his bayard and sees the Gladiator advancing toward him. Trust in the force. Let it in. He whips his hand out to his bayard and in a second the thing clanks against the Gladiator's head and into Lance's outstretched hand. Lance shoots the Gladiator and that becomes the last of them.and the training session is over. "Wow Lance!" Hunk gushes, "you used it perfectly! what should we call that move?" "Dunno." Lance says with a grin, "Force pull?" "How about a force push?" Hunk says and they both chuckle. "How did you even do that?" Pidge demands and Lance wiggles his fingers at her. "I trusted in the force." He says, "just trust it and it'll give."

He wipes sweat from his brow, ignoring her doubtful look and turns to Keith who’s expression turns increasingly sullen.

“Keith my man, jealous of my smooth moves?” Lance smirks at him and Keith frowns.

“I don’t think you truly understand what you’re playing with.”

His smile drops and his stomach twists. He glances at Hunk and he looks just as nervous.

“What do you mean my man?”

He thinks of the scalding, the screaming- the sith and the darkness. He thinks of the insanity and the gaping wounds in the force’s field. It hurts, yes- but it’s not the Force’s fault.

“That thing fucked us up the moment we tried to touch it. If it’s letting you use it now, what if it wants something in return?”

“Keith.” Hunk says, “The force isn’t hiding or anything, and what Lance just did was him trusting it. I also gotta remind you that your Lion is made of the Force.”

Keith flushes a little, and Hunk smiles softly.

“Lance and I meditate with the force every other day. We want you to come.”

“He’ll mess with my mojo. But I’m agreeing because Hunk said so.” Lance pats Keith on the shoulder and walks out of the training deck.

Pidge and Keith appear at the entrance to the common room on Lance and Hunk’s Force meditation day and Lance couldn’t be anymore happier.

They have snacks and poke and prod into the stream in silence, pulling away when the Force gets too grabby. Lance can see that Pidge’s stream pulses and glimmers in curiosity with every interaction and in turn the Force gives a thrum of a memory, a woman of wit and brightness with bright green sabers.

“What happened to her? Her race?” Pidge asks suddenly and Lance is pulled out of his reverie, out of the stream. He sees her staring at him, eyes shimmering with that demanding glint. She wants to know. He glances at Hunk, clueless and Hunk shrugs at him.

“Don’t know Pidge.” Lance says, “Maybe you can ask.”

“How can you ask the Force what happened to the Woman’s race?” Keith asks, he’s been quiet the whole time, allowing his pulse to steadily be gripped along the stream. Lance worries that if he lets go he’ll be carried off and lost to the Force.

“I’m guessing the Force knows.” Hunk says, “Give it a try Pidge.”

Pidge looks hesitant, Lance can tell that she doesn’t want to go in alone.

“Pidge.” Lance says, “Try keeping your awareness on all the time, like with the Paladin Bond but not one thousand percent.”

Pidge sighs, “Helpful Lance, very helpful. But I’ll try.” She takes a deep breath.

Lance finds that her light pulse threads out a little farther than normal. What happened to the Togruta woman?

Hunk reaches out from across Lance’s lap and pushes Pidge’s shoulder, reminding her to breathe.

“Gone.” She finally says softly, “All gone. Died out three thousand years after she died. Planet destroyed five thousand years after they died.”

Pidge’s eyes are rimmed red, her eyes tired. Lance’s stomach whirls with disgust at himself. This is a consequence of asking things of the force.

Torn. It’s torn up and beating not unlike a heart. Lance reaches out with his light pulse, tendrils delicate and careful and finds hers within the safety of the paladin bond. Strange how this form of the Force is a calm pond while the rest of the Universe is tidal wave of agony.

I’m sorry Pidge.

“It’s not your fault.” She says immediately, and she wipes her eyes and glasses, “The Force is old, I should’ve expected there to be generations of dead races. It was just trying to make me happy.”

Lance checks up on Keith’s light pulse, safely within his grasp. He glances at Keith who gives him a puzzled look.

“You haven’t said anything this entire session.” Lance says, “What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

Keith’s light pulse wriggles uncomfortably in his grasp and it sends a kick in Lance’s chest.

“Keith you’ve been with us in the Force this entire time and haven’t said a word. You’ve been pretty steady too- up until now. What’s up?”

Keith doesn’t answer. Lance then decides to pluck a tendril from Keith’s light pulse- to see what’s up.

What he doesn’t expect is an onslaught of worry upon worry. Keith is worried. Worried about his friends, about Voltron, about Lance and Shiro and the Blade and himself and the force. Keith worries so much that it makes Lance reel.

He also doesn’t expect Keith to fall over from his cross-legged sitting style onto the floor screaming.

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stumbling-while-balancing · 8 years ago

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Please Date My Friend (Please)

by stumbling-while-balancing

Pairing: Heith (Hunk/Keith)

Rating: Teen

***

Keith slammed the door behind him (gently; even while upset, he didn’t want to upset Hunk if he should hear it), walked over to the couch, and collapsed onto it with a defeated sigh. One arm was thrown over his eyes in a melodramatic fashion, and while he didn’t realize it, he was posed like a heroine in a bad regency novel, pining for her love.

Meanwhile, Pidge watched all of this silently with an unimpressed expression, before turning back to her computer screen and adding a line of code to the software she was working on. “Still gonna turn into an old, single cat lady the minute we can find you a cat that you don’t get into a territorial pissing match with?”

Keith rolled his eyes. Pidge may not be able to see it, but he knew she would sense it. “Hi Pidge, what would I ever do without you here? How would I live through the horror of not having someone to insult me the moment I came home?”

“I live to serve.” Pidge said chirpily, before getting a little more serious as she asked, “What happened this time?”

“…Which do you want me to talk about first, the fact that Lance was there and he kept snickering when I tried to stumble through asking Hunk out, or the fact that Hunk wound up thinking I was trying to ask Lance out.” Keith snapped out through gritted teeth.

Pidge did spin around in her chair at this one. “He thought you were trying to ask Lance out? How in the HELL did you manage to make him think that? No, how did he not realize you were trying to ask him out when it got cleared up? Wait-“ She said as her eyes widened, “Did he actually reject you this time?”

Keith lowered his arm and frowned up at the ceiling, “No.” he said absent-mindedly, “I think he just thought that I was inviting him to hang out as friends again. I don’t actually think he had any idea that I wanted it to be romantic. He just- people have made him too fucking insecure to see how beautiful he is. How fucking stupid are people that they can look at him and not want to kiss him or hold him or-“

…And, here Pidge cut Keith off. She did not need to listen to Keith list off all the great things he could do with Hunk, only to suddenly be listening to all the far-less-then-PG-13 things that he would like to do with him. Not again. “Yes, yes, I know, Hunk is an Adonis of a man and you want to do bad things to him and have him do bad things to you. I’ve heard all about it before. A hell of a lot more of it than I would’ve liked to… Still never letting you live down that you want him to spank you.” She finished with a smirk.

Keith glared at her for a moment, before suddenly offering a smirk of his own and stretching as he got off the couch and started toward his room, “Alright then, I’ll just be in my room,” he called back, “thinking about Hunk.”

Pidge closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she heard Keith close his door. That asshole. He knew that she was going to be thinking that he was jerking off in there, and he also knew that she would be disturbed enough by thinking that was going on in the next room that she would have a hard time refocusing on her work. That petty bitch. This was revenge for the fact that she had eaten the last peanut butter cookie that Hunk had made for them, wasn’t it?

***

Pidge sighed as the door softly slammed again. Ah, the soundtrack of Keith’s rejection. How reliable you are.

She froze after she actually looked up and got an eyeful of a soaking wet and silently seething Keith as he tried to wring out his hair on their welcome mat.

“Is that- is that milk?!” She finally managed.

The scorching hot glare that Keith sent her had to be ranked in his top five, at least.

“Don’t. Ask.” He snapped out, before stomping stiffly into his room.

***

Keith let out a soft huff as he stared up at the ceiling after yet another failed attempt to get Hunk to date him.

“Maybe,” he said, sounding defeated and tired and not like himself at all, “maybe I should just give up and realize he’s just not into me.”

Pidge stiffened and turned from her computer screen to face him. That, that was a bit more of a concerning mood then his usual sulky pining. Keith had actually sounded serious. “You have been spending the better part of a year trying to ask that man out. Don’t tell me that Keith-Fucking-Kogane, who never gives up on anything is going to give up on the self-proclaimed ‘love of his life’.”

Keith grimaced at the ceiling, “I’ve been spending the better part of a year trying to ask that man out and he’s only ever misunderstood or thought I was being platonic. I have very few platonic feelings for Hunk, Pidge. Very. Few. But maybe,” Keith continued with a deeper grimace, “Maybe he only has platonic feelings for me.”

Pidge could not believe the bullshit that was playing out in front of her.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? That man checks you out every time he sees you. Lance told me that he gets up early just so he can watch you come back all sweaty and disheveled from your morning runs. He has walked into his door, a lamp post, and a parked car all because you were bending down to get something somewhere where he could see. That man does not feel platonically toward you.”

Keith was silent, but at the very least his frown was less deep and his posture had softened a bit. Pidge sighed and turned back to her computer. It was probably best to leave it. She would have to talk with Lance, but for now she would otherwise stay out of it. But if those two didn’t get their act together soon, she was calling in the reinforcements. Shiro and Allura were the only other ones that could knock some sense into Keith’s stubborn head, even if they usually stayed pretty busy taking care of their actual children.

***

Pidge walked into the apartment, before immediately wishing she had chosen to go buy fucking knitting needles and then used them to gouge out her own eyes instead. It would have been preferable.

Anything would have been preferable to seeing her roommate spread out beneath Hunk (who admittedly was fine as hell) on the couch with his legs wrapped around Hunk’s waist while they made out and moved their hips… suspiciously.

“How have I never found out if pouring bleach directly into your eyes will kill you?” She mumbled to herself as she watched an embarrassed Hunk jerking away from her best friend with a furious blush, “I really need to go run that experiment. Right now.”

Keith rolled his eyes and huffed, even as he pulled Hunk down to sit beside him. “Cut the drama, Pidge. We’re fully clothed; I’ve walked in on you doing far worse with Lance.”

Pidge frowned defensively, “What I do with Lance is my own business. Besides, maybe if you would stop ignoring the socks on the doorknob, you wouldn’t have walked in on us doing anything.”

Keith raised an eye at her significantly, and Pidge’s mind instantly flashed back to a detail on the doorknob that she had previously disregarded but now suddenly gained significance. That damn, petty asshole. He couldn’t have just texted her? He knew that unlike him, she never paid much attention to any world that wasn’t programmable data or hardware. Seriously.

…But, hell, they had both been waiting for Hunk to finally fall into Keith’s arms for so long that she would give him this one. Not before giving Hunk a little warning about his potential future, though.

“Hunk,” Pidge said sweetly to the fidgeting man who had been silently sitting next to Keith and blushing, “You may be sunshine and marshmallows and happiness personified, but break my best friends heart and I am still not going to feel guilty about handcuffing you to him so that you are forced to watch his mopey, heartbroken self-mourn his one true love until his emo-routine at the height of its emo-ness finally breaks you and you chew off your own hand just to escape. So don’t break my best friend’s heart. For your own sake.”

“Um.” Hunk said at that, looking slightly freaked out while Keith glared murder at her from beside him. What was it, two minutes into their relationship and Keith already looked ready to kill for him? She hoped Hunk knew what he was signing himself up for. “That was, uh, a really interesting shovel talk, Pidge. Bonus points for originality?”

Pidge blinked at him silently, “No, you don’t get it.” She said blankly, “I would 100% do exactly that. No joke. So don’t say I didn’t warn you when you’re lying handless in a hospitable bed.”

And with that, Pidge smiled her evilest gremlin smile before putting on her best You-Bet-I’m-A-Kickass-Queen-Mother-Fuckers air and making her grand exit back out of the apartment.

#Voltron #VLD #Heith #keith kogane #hunk garrett

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years ago

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 8 full draft

When Lance fell asleep in his lap in their bath, Keith let him rest. His husband looked so incredibly fragile as he placed the entirety of his trust in Keith protecting him. For Keith's part, he couldn't keep his hands off Lance's stomach, rubbing softly until his husband moaned in his sleep and he was forced to behave himself. The quintant was definitely not how things were supposed to go. Lance was supposed to have a simple bug or something. Something he knew how to handle and how to be there for. Not a baby... or twins... Twins... as in two... Finding his hand gripping Lance's stomach by his fingertips, his husband roused slightly. By his estimate, they'd probably been in the bathtub for the last two vargas or so

"Keith?"

"I'm here..."

"You're playing with my tummy..."

"It's a cute little tummy"

Moving to nuzzle at Keith's jawline, Lance gave a small yawn before kiss him randomly

"We're having a baby"

"Yeah... we're even having two..."

"You knocked me up good like you said you would"

"This is true... How do you feel?"

Lance snorted as if something was funny

"Honestly... exhausted and horny... if I'm not sick, scared, freaking out or sleeping, I've been really fucking horny... Not like... not like in my heat, but at the same time, I feel it... like a bite... you know, it's there but you can't scratch it... or rather, I've been trying to not scratch it..."

No wonder Lance had snorted. Horny wasn't on Keith's list of expected replies. Chuckling affectionately, he kissed his lover's hair

"We can't have that..."

Letting his hand slide down between Lance's legs, Lance whimpered at touch, grabbing Keith's hand and moving it back up to his stomach

"I can't... I can't... I'm too scared"

Keith wasn't particularly in the mood, he only wanted to comfort his husband

"Babe, its only me and you here. No one else... you can let go. Leave it to me..."

"It's dirty... I'm dirty"

"You're not dirty. Your body is clean..."

"But..."

"Do you remember the first time? When you asked me to take the feeling of their touches away? To replace them? Let me touch you... not sex, just touching. You're stressed, exhausted and confused... rely on me"

"It feels dirty... my skin feels itchy"

"Then let touch you... cover you in my scent so you know I'm here"

"I'm..."

"Babe, I'm not trying to push you... I want you to know you're safe. To feel completely safe. You're in our bathroom. It's just you and me... let me give you some release"

"I feel so sick from the feeling..."

"Then let me make you feel better"

"But what about you? You still don't know how you feel about this pregnancy"

"I don't think either of us know..."

"I want to want it..."

"Then let yourself want it. Let yourself be happy..."

"I don't know if I remember how..."

"I know you do. I never should have started yelling at you..."

Let his hand wander back down, Keith grasped Lance's half erection. Whining into his ear, Lance's breath was hot... and his husband really needed to brush his teeth

"Everyone was telling me how shit a job I've done being there for you. Shiro was disappointed I broke that promise. I was disappointed no one could give me a straight answer... I can't understand if you don't talk to me"

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I don't want to be a burden..."

Twisting to hide his face, Keith jerked Lance off slowly, his free hand rubbing circles on the soft skin that would soon stretch as he swelled. Moaning into his touch, Lance spread his legs further. If their was one major pro to the Galra having built the outpost, it was that their baths were big enough for 4 humans of their size to fit. It was akin to a small swimming pool in that regard, with taps that activated by waving your hand underneath them. Being able to just barely reach within sensor distance with his toes, that's how he'd kept the water from getting too cool during Lance's nap. With how pent to his husband was, it only took a few doboshes for Lance to cum with a soft sigh of relief. Feeling for the plug chain with his toes, Keith pulled it free and gathered Lance up into his arms

"You with me, babe?"

Nuzzling him affectionately Lance took his hand in his

"I think I needed that..."

"I think you might have needed that too..."

"I can't... bring myself to do it alone... it feels wrong"

"I swear to give you all the hand jobs you want or need"

Laughing softly, Lance finally stopped nuzzling into his neck

"You might need too... I'm going to get so fat..."

"Not fat. You're stomach's going to swell up with our children"

"Mmm... yours... I... I don't know if I... it's scary... but not as scary as being raped into pregnancy... I... truly love you Keith... you're my world... I keep trying to do better but nothing works out right... it feels like every step I take forward, I'm swept right back to the start... I don't want to go back to the start"

"You're not back at the start... You're not. You're doing so much better"

"Am I? I feel like I've been in a constant panic attack since I found out. I can't sleep without Shiro there because if he's there, then they're not... I had a seizure I can't even remember... and... I blacked out so badly I forgot who Shiro was... I thought I was back there... he put me to bed, but when I woke up I still thought it... these stupid dreams are so fucking vivid... and I... I broke my promises to you... I've only known for a few quintants now and if I'm this bad already... how am I going to get through this?"

"You're going to get through this because we've both hit the end of our emotional rope. I can't... I can't keep leaving you. I can't stand not being with you..."

"You have so many obligations"

"And out of them, being your husband has always been number one. Even if it hasn't felt that way for either of us. Let's tell the others at dinner that you're coming to stay. Even if it's just for the phoeb to begin with"

"I'm scared to go to Daibazaal... they could tell I was pregnant from my scent alone. What if your team smells it on me?"

"Then I'll punch anyone who says anything in the face"

Lance gave a weak laugh

"You can't do that... I want to be excited for this..."

"Babe. You are recovering. You're allowed to be mixed up and confused because quiznak knows I am. I'm terrified, but I'm not going to walk away. Now, enough wallowing in the bath. You need to eat. I bet you haven't been keeping anything down"

"I've barely got any appetite... We need to join the others for dinner"

"Let's go by the kitchen? Hunk might have something to help the nausea"

"Ginger... is supposed to help. Lisa had bad morning sickness..."

Keith smiled. Lance seemed to be more positive, or at least he sounded more positive

"Alright. Dinner and IV bag after. Dehydrations probably making it even worse"

"I haven't been able to keep anything down"

"We'll figure this out. Together"

Keith had helped him dress in a body suit beneath his husband's clothes. The fact that Keith had flipped out over the pregnancy hadn't been surprising for Lance. The fact that Keith had run hadn't been either. The fact that he'd came back... Lance was still trying to believe that. The fact that his husband had swept him up into his arms and told him that it was ok to be excited was... he had no words. Keith was excited. Keith was excited and scared like he was. Keith was excited and scared and wanted their twins... His husband hadn't left him... and even if it was pretty shitty of him to think he would, he couldn't help his stupid out of control anxieties were leaving him feeling so weak and broken it was almost like being back in the first movement on Erathus. They'd made a baby... two babies... Two living tiny people were inside his stomach right now...

"What are you smiling about?"

Keith hadn't let him walk to the kitchen. Instead his husband was carrying him in a reverse piggyback kind of deal. Keith had offered him a piggyback, then had gotten himself all worried about putting any pressure on Lance's stomach. Now that he knew it was okayish to be ok with what was happening, he found it incredibly sweet

"You..."

He hadn't been lying when he said he felt he was a constant panic attack. Shiro's scent was wrong, but he needed that physical human contact... his body and his mind weren't talking all that much before Keith came. Maybe because Keith was the calm in the storm that was his life... He was also the one most affected by Lance's pregnancy, being the baby daddy and all...

"Me?"

"Yeah... I just... I'm really grateful to have you as my husband"

"I thought you were scared"

"I am. I'm fucking terrified of what's to come"

"I am too... a lot. I cried all over Shiro earlier. I didn't want to fight with you. But I still can't believe it... We hadn't had the proper kid discussion..."

"Don't you think I know that? I know how painful your past is for you... and I'm scared of what it's going to bring up for you"

"I thought I'd have time you know, being a big brother first"

Quiznak. Right. Krolia was pregnant... The smile on his lips started slipping. Krolia should be enjoying all the attention of her only son, and his help through what was to come. Keith was going to make an absolutely amazing big brother... but he'd only get a few weeks of that before being a father.

"You'll make an awesome big brother"

"We'll make awesome big brothers... you know mum loves you like you're her own"

"She only loves me because I love you"

"Nah. That's a bonus on top. You've really impressed her as you"

"She still scares me. I hope you know that. She's hot as hell and could snap me in half"

"I remember you saying the exact same thing before"

"It's as true now as it was then. She's not an enemy I'd like to ever make"

"Me either, honestly..."

Keith fell into a silence that didn't quite sit right with him

"Keith... are you scared of being a big brother?"

"I..."

"You know, I mean what I said. You're going to be amazing big brother. And amazing dad. You've... been through hell. And you'd do anything you can to protect the happiness of those you care about"

"I don't know how to feel about it... now that it's actually happening... I don't have the experience"

"No. You have no idea. I've never been a big brother either..."

"You're going to be a mum... and you basically took care of all us on the Castle all the time. You're... you're going to have to teach me how to make a happy and warm family like yours"

A happy and warm family he'd started avoiding calling again... Lance couldn't picture calling home any time soon, though mami would probably call to check in on Allura day...

"You're the one who makes it happy and warm. I love you... and I know you want this... but go careful on me? When this all hits you again... and it will... if you want to run... don't hide it from me"

"I'm not going to run"

Keith had grown. In every single way possible, yet Lance knew it was still sinking it... Keith might have felt better for talking to Shiro, but how was he going to react tomorrow? Or the day after? Or the day after that?

"Babe..."

"I'm committed to you. And to them... I didn't... I didn't think... I think I'm attached to them already"

Then it would break Keith's heart if anything happened to them. That was the last thing he wanted

"I'll be careful... I'll try be careful... but babe, if we're going to Daibazaal... you're going to have to move your knives from under your bed... if I get stuck in an attack... and if I hurt you... or if I hurt me... I could... I don't want to, but I could hurt them"

"You're not going to hurt anyone"

"I hurt myself... trying to get my skin off... my face and my legs..."

"What?! Where was Shiro?!"

"Sleeping... I didn't remember until I came out of it... there was blood... I was trying to... to get Klearo off me. I'm asking you to do this for me. Kosmo's good at stopping me..."

It was heavy. It was a heavy thing to drop on his husband. He was practically murdering Keith's happiness with his mental illness

"We can talk about it when we get there. Whatever we need to do, we'll do it together. You're my husband I love you"

"Vomit breath and all?"

"Vomit breath and all..."

Pausing to kiss him before entering the kitchen, they were still kissing as the door opened. Letting out a long "ew", Hunk covered his eyes with a tea towel

"Guys! Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you and all, but this is a kitchen. Please tell me you haven't defiled this sacred space"

Carrying Lance over to the side bench, his husband sat him down, giving him two quick pecks on the lips, before moving to hop up and sit on the bench beside him. Lance's stomach was already starting to roll at the normal kitchen smells. Hunk had been frying something. The stink of the oil was no friend to his pregnant state. Placing his hand on his knee, Keith squeezed it lightly in a gesture of support

"Sorry, Hunk. I missed my husband"

"Only you two would be married by accident... Holy Quiznak! Lance are you alright?!"

Meeting each other's eyes, Lance felt as if his stomach was about two ticks from betraying him. He knew he looked ill... Hunk was a natural born worrier, if he could lie his way through talking to Hunk, Hunk would reassure everyone else

"Stomach bug I picked up from an alien. Everything is still tender, but things will be better"

"Are you sure? I've seen you looking like the living dead before, bro, but this... you look like you should still be in bed. Keith, is he..."

"Lance is alright. Like he said, he picked up a bug or two. He's had a check up, and things are good"

"Did he have that check up on Altea?"

Scrunching his brow, Lance was confused

"How did you know?"

"Ah... Pidge was going to tease you, but there are photos of Shiro carrying you in his arms being circulated by the media. You know, "trouble in paradise". And "what could this mean". I recognised the hospital in the background. If you're sick, you're better off having something light... How about I whip you up some ginger tea?"

Why would anyone care about what he and Shiro were up to on Altea? Or care enough to take photos? And if it was across the galactic press, why hadn't Shiro said anything? Did Curtis know? The last thing he wanted was for stupid rumours to ruin Shiro's happiness.

"Hunk, my man... Thank you. Where's Tobias?"

Or their actual cooks...

"Helping with the bar. Ugh... someone wanted to trade some things..."

The way Hunk shifted his weight concerned him

"Trade what?"

"Lance, are you buying and selling drugs here?!"

Lance felt as if the air had been driven from his lungs. Then realised that it was the awful sensation of not being able to breath because he needed to vomit. Sliding off the bench, he rushed to the sink, heaving up what could only be described as a dollop of watery spitty bile. Heaving again, his mouth was all drooly. Coming up behind him, Keith rubbed his back as Lance hacked and spat. The Cuban was already sick of vomiting. He hated how tense it left his stomach muscles, and that "morning sickness" couldn't keep its shit to only happening in the morning

"We buy and sell everything here. If we're buying them here, then we're taking them out of circulation. We buy weapons and tech too. Babe, you've got nothing left in your stomach. Rinse your mouth out"

Keith knew there was nothing left in his stomach. He knew there was nothing left in his stomach. His stomach wasn't listening though. Reaching up he fumbled the tap on, grateful Keith was there to smoothly cover things

"But they... I thought it'd happen like some kind of shady deal... In a back corner... not in the bar in front of everyone"

Rinsing his mouth half a dozen times, Lance sipped down some water cautiously. The worst part of vomiting was the longer burn and the burning kind of smell that lasted inside of him for vargas

"You've been watching too many movies, Hunk"

"I don't want to be involved with that. I never understood how people could become dependent on something so bad for them"

Standing up, Lance sank back into Keith's touch. It was fine to have a moral code, yet it rubbed him the wrong way that Hunk was acting so naive. When it came to bounty hunting, you did whatever you had to do do to get your bounty. It was literally that simple. Quiznak. If someone came in here trying to sell slaves, he'd buy them... He'd buy them, then arrest the person at the first chance he got

"No one is going to offer you drugs here. And most of the people we serve aren't good people... but without them, things around here would be dangerous. Keith, can you get me out the plain crackers? They should be in the cupboard near the first fridge"

"They're not there. Your cooks have no idea how to organise a kitchen... I think we put them over here"

Walking to the opposite side of the kitchen, Hunk opened one of the upper cupboards. The kitchen was arranged by Lance to be the same as his kitchen at home. Knowing he was upset and uncomfortable, Keith pushed gently on his back, encouraging him to return where they were sitting before. Opening the pack of crackers, Hunk set up a few on a small plate for him. Lance would have rather picked from the pack. He wasn't sure of his strength... which was proven when the plate Hunk gave him nearly fell on the floor. If Keith hadn't acted so quickly to prevent disaster.

Sipping in his tea and slowly working his way through his crackers, Lance nearly fell asleep when Keith started playing with his hair. Using his fingernails to lightly scratch at his scalp, Lance was practically purring as he let Hunk and Keith's conversation slip past him. As long as he was eating and drinking, Hunk wasn't complaining about his health. Maybe he actually was and he was missing it? Yawning, Keith tugged him closer

"Babe? You good?"

"Sleepy"

"I can see that. Wanna skip dinner?"

"Nah... I wanna cuddle... here"

"Your scents evened out, and your colour looks better. How do you feel?"

"Like crackers might be my new best friend"

"Hey! I heard that, man!"

Laughing tiredly, Lance tried to find the energy to joke, but it just wasn't there

"No one could replace my main bro"

"As long as you know that. You guys don't have to wait for dinner. We have about another varga before everything will be ready. Daehra said we're all having dinner in the second entertainment room? I can't believe you guys have a first entertainment room, let alone a second"

"Second room is... an o-o-overflow room..."

Yawning widely, he shook himself in an attempt to wake up

"Its mostly things that were already here... like tables and chairs... First entertainment room is for guests"

"We're not guests?"

"Your family... mmm, if we're having dinner there, we can head in early. There's a sofa in there"

Keith's voice came from directly next to his left ear

"I thought you wanted cuddles?"

"Sofa cuddles sound better..."

"Yes, they do. Mostly because neither of you should be sitting on the kitchen counters. Even if you own this place"

Lance ducked his head while Keith laughed. He was still nervous Hunk was going to bring drugs up again... Plus... dinner was only a varga away. Dinner with everyone...

"I think we've been told, babe. Can you give me directions?"

Lance nodded, whining at the loss of Keith's body heat as his husband climbed down off the kitchen bench. Holding his arms out limply, Keith lifted him into his arms

"I'm going to take him down there to rest before dinner. I'm looking forward to some real food. We've been stuck eating purple goo again"

"That stuff should be banned as a violation of human right. Galra rights. Universal rights. I've got things under control here. Maybe you should have Daehra take a look at Lance before dinner?"

Damn. He thought Hunk would let it go

"Hunk, it was just a bug. I'm not contagious"

"You smell funny and you're throwing up"

His chest tightened at the thought of his scent. He was wearing the suit in the hopes it would diminish his scent...

"He smells fine. Although he does need to brush his teeth"

Saved by Keith again, Lance couldn't win

""He" is right here. And he is feeling better for having kept something down"

"You know babe, we could stop by the medbay and run that IV bag before dinner?"

"No... after dinner is better. You're all worrying too much"

"Shiro literally dropped everything to pick you up. We're allowed to be worried"

Sensing his dropping mood, Keith kissed the top of his head

"I would rather Shiro drop a hundred things and know that Lance was alright. Seeing we're not heading to the med room, take your time. Mr Grumpy here needs his rest"

Why was everyone picking on him? He didn't want to be awake when the cannula went in... No. He wanted to be awake, but closer to sleep so he couldn't crave the feel of the injector needle

"That's rich, coming from you. I bet you can't even find your away around without me"

"I found my way to our room"

"That was a fluke... now let's go... I have a sofa to become friends with. Bye, Hunk! I promise we haven't done many gross things in here"

"Dude! What do you mean "many"?! Are the benches safe? Do I have to clean them again? Why are you doing gross things in here to begin with?"

As Keith walked towards the door while Hunk bombarded them questions, Lance waved over Keith's shoulder. He wasn't trying to pick a fight with Hunk, but it was so quiznakking easy to get him worked up when it came to the sanctity of the kitchen... or any kitchen for that matter.

"There you losers are! You've got time to visit hunk, but no time for me!"

Hushing Pidge, Keith stroked Lance's hair. Despite his insistence that he only wanted cuddles, Lance had drifted off into a doze soon after they'd settled down on the smaller of the two sofas. Bounding over, Pidge stopped as she smacked into the back of the sofa, half falling over and letting out a long "awwww", when she set eyes on Lance, following it by swiftly whispering

"He almost looks innocent like this... I almost don't want to wake him"

"He was woken by a bull trying to ruin my furniture"

Mumbling sleepily, Lance rolled over in his lap and poked his tongue out a Pidge

"What the quiznak is wrong with you?! Shiro said you were ill..."

"Space bug... I hear you planned to tease me for collapsing on Altea"

Shaking her head, Pidge walked around the sofa and threw herself down on the arm

"I was until I saw your face! Seriously, aren't you supposed to be some big bad bounty hunter with his own crew"

"My face! Have you looked in the mirror lately, Pidgeon"

"Oooh sick burn from the sicko"

"Damn right... Mmm..."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lance paled

"Babe?"

"Just feel a bit funny... can you help me up?"

"Funny?"

"Yep... I mean, I'm naturally hilarious... but I don't think my hilarity is what's trying to escape"

Keith groaned at his husband's lameness. He knew Lance was only putting on a show for Pidge, yet he wished Lance would shut up and go back to napping. Tugging Lance up by the armpits, his husband flopped against him with a soft whine

"Babe?"

"It's ok... I think it's just dizziness from lack of sleep... or Pidge's loud voice"

"I'm...! Not that loud"

Starting at an indignant yell, Pidge quickly dropped to a whisper. Lance chuckling softly, cutting in before they started teasing each other again, Keith figured someone had to be the adult between the three of them

"You two are as bad as each other. Pidge, stop picking on the sick person. Lance you know what she's like..."

"Great going Lance, now "dad" here is telling us off. Why'd you have to go get sick right before Allura day?"

"It wasn't like it was planned. You better not have been messing with my outpost"

Now that the spot next to them was only occupied by Lance's socked feet, Pidge slid into the spot and put Lance's feet in her lap

"You know, you really stink right. I was looking forward to hanging out with you, and seeing everything around here"

"I'll have to make it up to you next time. Next time we should go to Erathus. Have you been?"

What was on Erathus that Lance couldn't get here? Or on Daibazaal. Erathus was bad news as far as Keith was concerned. Humming, Pidge flicked Lance's toe, Lance retaliating by trying to stick his toes up her nose. Laughing as she pushed them down, she had the advantage in strength Lance admitting defeat with a small whine that was muffled by Keith's neck

"Only briefly. I didn't think you were too popular there?"

"You know what they say Pidge, if you can't beat them, let them get so well known that you can't lay a hand on them"

"No one likes a bragger"

"Yet... I bet you were eyeing off all our tech"

Huffing, Pidge crossed her arms

"Zak already took the best stuff... it pains me to admit it, but he's smart..."

"Ha! That's because my team is the best. I did hand pick them after all"

"And what does Keith have to say about this?"

"Keith is wisely not getting involved in your sibling squabbling"

"Coward. Lance, what do you see in this guy?"

Letting his hand travel from his stomach up to rest palm down on Keith's chest, Keith was expecting some kind of sappy answer

"He's big and muscled... plus, he's got a big dick"

Pidge squawked, blushing much the way Keith was. Lance had hit his rambling stage

"I did not need to know that!"

"Yeah, babe. Pidge didn't need to know that"

"My brain power has weaned off... plus I feel funny"

"You should let me take you back to our room. I know you want to hang out with everyone, but you can't even keep up with verbally sparring with Pidge"

"Can too keep up... She's got mystical powers of confusion because she's a gremlin"

"Ya know, you're no fun when you're this sick. Why don't you sleep it off and make it up to me at breakfast tomorrow?"

"Help. I'm dying. Pidge is being kind"

"I'm always kind you arsehole"

"Now she's swearing at me! Don't tell Shiro... He still thinks she's sweet and innocent"

"That's because Shiro has good taste. I don't know what he was thinking taking the pair of you in. You're two halves of the same damn idiot, Daehra was right"

"I'm the funny one... Keith's the cute one, aren't you babe?"

"No, you're the cute one"

Pidge rolled her eyes, poking at Lance's ankle

"I see you didn't say he's the intelligent one... Still, I'll take Gremlin over ankle biter"

"If you were an ankle biter, you wouldn't be anywhere near my feet. You both need to stop fussing, I'm fine"

"Babe, you're rambling"

"Fine, I'm sleepy and fine"

"Plus you did say you felt funny"

Keith nodded as Pidge backed him up

"Babe, no one is going to think any less of you for being sick. We've already checked in with Pidge and Hunk, what you wanted to do. Pidge isn't offended any more than usual"

"But I want to have dinner with everyone... and I wanna see your team too... and your recruits"

"Which we can do in the morning"

"Why don't you nap here? If you wake up, you can meet everyone?"

"Don't wanna nap"

Pidge's howl of laughter was drowned out by the arrival of the others. Lance tensing in his arms. His hand coming to cover his mouth while his other hand went to his stomach...

"Lance?!"

"Too many scents... gonna..."

Stumbling half a dozen steps, Pidge screamed as Lance collapsed on the floor seizing. Rushing to Lance's side, he arrived as Shiro rolled Lance onto his side, Keith catching sight of the vomit running from Lance's nose as he faced Shiro's knees. Taking Lance by the jaw, Keith's eyes shot up to meet Shiro's

"He's vomited. We need to get his mouth open"

"You're not supposed to interfere with a seizure!"

It was hard to ignore Pidge screaming at them, as Keith tried to get Lance's mouth partly open without harming him

"What happened?"

"He said he was feeling funny, Pidge and I were trying to get him to go back to bed, but he wanted to see everyone. When... when everyone came in it was too much... I think he threw up as the seizure hit..."

"He'd eaten?"

"Dry crackers and ginger tea in the kitchen when we were with Hunk... it wasn't much, but he kept them down for over a varga"

"That's more than I was able to get him to eat and keep down"

Kneeling down at his side, Pidge was crying

"What's going on? What's wrong with him? Why is no one helping him?!"

"Pidge, stop yelling. He has seizures... It's complicated..."

Getting Lance's mouth open didn't come until his seizure finally started to lessen. Shoving his fingers into Lance's mouth Shiro didn't shy from scooping up the mess Lance kept expelling weakly. Keith rubbing Lance's back as Shiro stroked his cheek with his free hand. Glossy blue eyes blinking up at Shiro, whining weakly as he allowed Shiro to tend to him

"You had a seizure, baby. Only a dobosh or so... Can you follow my words? Just blink... don't force yourself just yet"

Lance barely blinked, but Keith was sure he saw him make the effort

"That's good baby. I'm going to lift you up now, and Shiro going to help get you back to our room. Shiro, have you cleared his airway?"

"Yeh. Lance, you ready buddy?"

Lifting Lance, Keith found everyone staring at him. It hadn't been one of Lance's more severe seizures, but with Lance's pregnancy, every seizure was a heart attack. All Keith wanted was to get back to room and check for bruising or bleeding. The fact he'd had two seizures in the space of a movement wasn't a good sign... and... what if it continued? Lance wouldn't be able to left alone at all... not with the risk... Keith's eyes filled with unshed tears as he buried his face in his husband's hair. He should have pushed harder for Lance to rest. Lance had said he felt funny... probably the sign of a seizure coming on... but he didn't usually feel them... Making his way through their friends and the recruit, Acxa placed her hand on his shoulder

"Is he... will he?"

"He's alright now it's over. I'm sorry, I need to take care of him right now"

"I'll take care of the recruits..."

"Thank you..."

His team was probably going to be hurt that he hadn't told them. But he didn't know the full details of Lance's condition, only that the drugs weren't to blame. Instead, it seemed to him that they'd been what was keeping the seizures at bay all along.

Catching up with them as they walked, Shiro looked wiped out

"I asked Pidge to wait until the tomorrow morning before starting with the questions. Keith, seizures..."

"Seizures while pregnant isn't a good thing. I know... there was a split tick between the sofa and reaching him that my heart stopped..."

"I think while we're on Altea, you should see if you can get him in to the hospital"

"I was... I wanted him to rest. I should have pushed harder..."

"Keith... don't..."

Softly whispering his name, Lance reached up blindly for his face

"Don't... wanted to see everyone..."

"But..."

"Please don't..."

Before he could protest again, Shiro firmly reassured him

"See. It wasn't your fault he had a seizure. Is there anything I can do?"

"We need to stop by the med room. I want to run an IV line to get his fluids up. He was looking so much better for having eaten something"

"I can get the saline bag..."

"And herbs... I... Daehra has a herbal supplement, like a vitamin pill but better"

"I heard folate is important during a pregnancy... for foetal development"

"I doubt he has any of whatever that is in his system... How much did you get him eating?"

"Some soft foods, but to be honest, they said that rest was more important than food. But with his morning sickness... I don't know what to do"

"You did a good job with him"

"Did I? I feel completely over my head..."

"You kept him going..."

"He wouldn't open up to me like he did with you"

"He's a shit like that... but he said he felt like he was in a constant panic attack. There's... something in my scent that he finds soothing. Like he can anchor himself with it... Though he's probably going to be in a rotten mood tomorrow morning. He hated sympathy and now everyone saw him having a fit. I don't think he's ready to tell everyone"

Shiro sighed, closing his eyes as he did. Keith could hear him mentally counting to 10 before opening them

"Alright. I'll help you cover for now. Lance shouldn't have to talk until he's really ready too. Not that anyone is going to judge him. I can say it was a side effect of the medication they gave him for his... what are you going with?"

"Stomach bug picked up from an alien"

Shiro raised an eyebrow

"His stomach bugs... then. If you say I told you, then you're covered as to why you're not so shocked"

For a tick Keith thought they might actually get away with it, before he deflated with a groan

"That won't work. Daehra knows Lance won't take anything and... I freaked out on Acxa earlier... I think I mentioned his seizures... Quiznak..."

"We can worry about a cover story after we get him cleaned up and settled"

"You need a shower too..."

Shiro looked down at his pants and hands

"Yeah... I guess I do..."

"And you're braver for sticking your human fingers in his mouth"

"I wasn't thinking straight. My heart's still racing from seeing him fall. If I wasn't already grey..."

"I know how you feel. I found a few around my temples... they all came from him"

"Him... isn't asleep..."

Lance's eyes were closed, and his lack of response had led Keith to believe he'd passed out with his hand on Keith's hair

"Of course you're not, Lance. Just resting your eyes?"

"Mhmm... Shiro gets it..."

"That makes one of us"

Snickering at Shiro, Lance dropped his hand to his lap

"I'm sorry... wanted to see everyone"

"It's alright, babe. We can see everyone in the morning. Sleep for me a little longer"

"Wasn't sleeping... but ok"

Quiznak. His husband was so fucking precious.

Conquering showering with an almost unconscious Lance back when Lance was withdrawing, Shiro went about organising towels and their bed for them when they got out. Swapping when both he and Lance were done, Keith was definitely ready for sleep by the time they were both dried and dressed. Getting Lance out of his suit had been a struggle, yet his instincts wouldn't allow Shiro to help, still shaken from Lance's fall and the risk to the twins. The half-Galra's heart was still racing, even after triple checking Lance wasn't bleeding and bruised. Settling them both in bed, the first IV bag was hooked to the lamp because it was the only place he could get it to stay still. Coming out their bathroom, Shiro cast them a soft look

"Is he out?"

"Not quite. Thanks for your help"

Shiro had found Daehra's herbs for them. Thankfully she labelled her medical supplies in English or they would have spent all night figuring things out. Injecting the vitamin mix first, Lance hadn't liked it all, until Keith did some creative truthing about accidentally prickling him while trying to get the IV set up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Shiro went to reach for Lance before pausing

"I'll find another room to crash in tonight"

Letting out a "nnngh" sound, Keith had to push space between his chest and Lance's mouth to make out this husband was trying to tell them "no"

"I think he wants you to stay"

"I don't want to be in the way"

Keith stifled down a snort

"Shiro, you've literally basically been his rock. He isn't one to ask anyone to stay, let alone sleep in the same room or bed as him. He really has to trust you to do that these days"

"He has you"

"And right now he's disorientated and out for the night. He wants you stay. Besides, this isn't the first time we've shared a bed"

Shiro didn't seem convinced. Keith was feeling jealous of this new found best friends with Shiro thing, but had no energy to care

"I don't..."

"Shiro. I don't have the energy for this. We've all had a scare tonight. Just sleep here where you'll be able to act if anything happens"

"Fine..."

"Good"

Careful not to disturb Lance, Shiro threw his towel over towards the washing basket in the corner before joining them under the blankets. Laying facing them, his brother's expression was still filled with love for the pair of them

"I never got to congratulate you both properly tonight"

"I got him to agree to come stay on Daibazaal. We were going to discuss it with the others at dinner"

The small moment between the three of them was interrupted by a knock on the door. Shiro climbing back out the bed to answer, revealing an anxious Hunk standing there

"Is Lance, alright!? I brought you some dinner, but if I'm in the way..."

Turning back, Shiro was leaning the decision to him

"It's alright, you can come in"

Calling softly from the bed, Keith found Lance was trying to keep his eyes open. Bopping him on the tip of the nose with his finger, his husband gifted him a dopey smile. Armed with a tray of food, tea and what seemed to be a couple of water pouches, Hunk wasn't alone as Daehra slipped in behind him...

"What's going?! How is Lance?"

Thanks to his anxieties, Lance might have trouble feeling loved by others, but both their friends were practically radiating love and concern. Clearing his throat, Shiro took it upon himself

"He had a seizure, most likely brought on from his weakened state after picking up that stomach bug"

"Is that all? You said he was alright when we were in the kitchen and next thing I know Pidge is balling her eyes out because Lance has collapsed and she didn't know what to do"

As far as Keith knew, Lance and Pidge's relationship was still strained. Hunk looked as if he wanted to burst into tears himself

"She said Lance vomited?"

"He threw up just as the seizure hit. I hope you don't mind Daehra, we borrowed a couple of IV bags and some herbs"

"I don't mind. But I don't like not knowing what is going on with my patient"

Placing the tray of food down just below Keith's feet, Hunk worried his hands

"Will he be ok? I made some vegetable soup... and put some crackers there..."

"He'll be fine Hunk. He's simply weak right now. He was so excited about dinner with everyone he refused to slow down"

"That sounds like him... uh... um... you'll let me know if I can help, won't you?"

"Right now, the best thing you can do is not worry. He's probably going to be embarrassed tomorrow, but he's down for the night now"

"Oh. Ok. I'll just go then... Lance, I hope you feel better soon, buddy"

When Hunk's caring aura left the room with him, Daehra crossed her arms. Keith knew the expression she wore too well

"What is going on with him?!"

"Dae..."

"First he's exhausted, then he's shutting us out... I don't know what I've done wrong, but..."

"Whoa. Dae. You haven't done anything wrong. He was sick... he still is sick. He thought it might be related to coming off his meds so had a scan on Altea. While he was there, there was a miscommunication that I was going to be there. He described it as feeling like being in a panic attack since he got home again. I've also invited him to live on Daibazaal for the next phoeb. We both know he won't stop working, so if he's not here to work... well..."

Daehra frowned, but accepted what he said

"He's an idiot. I wish he'd talk to me about all of this. I could have conducted the scan"

"From what Shiro said, he was supposed to meet with Coran over Allura day. You're all coming to the festival, aren't you?"

"Yes. Though I dread to think of what I'm going to come home to... and a phoeb without Lance around, all our regular customers are going to be upset"

"Admit it, you and Lucteal will miss him the most. Daibazaal is only a wormhole away"

"Do not tempt me. Fine. I'm trusting you to make sure he rests, and in future I hope you'll trust me enough to help you so you don't have to steal my herbs without telling me"

Keith felt a prang of guilt. Daehra and Lucteal had been watching over Lance for so long now

"I'm sorry Dae. I do trust you with him... I just... I can't let you in right now. You know those instincts Lance I share..."

"Keith, I can feel you. You barely wanted to accept Hunk in here. I want to know the tick something happens, if it happens. And I really with you'd talk to him about going onto medication for his seizures"

Being pregnant, Lance might be more open to it... then again, medication could affect the twins

"At least think about it. And don't go hiding things again"

"Yes, Daehra. Thank you..."

Sighing heavily, Daehra moved to leave the room. Shiro staring at the door long after she'd gone

"Shiro? You ok?"

"Does she know how scary she is?"

Keith snorted

"Yeah. She does. That's the problem with trying to hide things from an empath"

Shaking his head, his brother retrieved the tray of food off the bed

"I feel bad for Hunk, but I'm not hungry at all"

Keith shook his in agreement

"I'm not hungry either. Why don't you leave it in the bathroom? Maybe we can get Lance to eat when he wakes up again?"

"Yeah. Are you sure you still want me to stay?"

"Lance wants you here. And as annoying as you are... I'm grateful to have you here. I know we need to have a talk, but thank you Shiro"

"We need to have more than a talk..."

When Shiro finally rejoined them in bed, Lance proved he was a stubborn shit by taking Shiro's hand and placing it on his hip with a very sleepy, and very slurred "good night" to both of them. Kissing Lance's hair, Keith curled around his husband as much as he could, while Shiro waited until Lance was snoring to take his hand off his hip. If he hadn't felt like the whole day had taken a decaphoeb to get through, Keith might have made a joke over Curtis being jealous, yet at the same time, he knew he wouldn't because he knew how much Shiro must be missing his boyfriend. Curtis had the patience of a saint to put up with their antics, and he owed the man big for this.

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eastofthemoon · 8 years ago

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Just A Drop

So, this is a fic I wrote for @cutekittenlady Kallura vampire AU. To understand a bit of what’s going on here, I would suggest checking out her fics first for this (and they’re really fun, so I highly recommend them) Title: Just A Drop

Rating: PG

Series: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters: Lance, Keith/Allura, the space mice

Summary: Keith learns the existence of another kind of monster while peeling potatoes with Lance.

The first time Keith spotted the mice, he didn’t pay them enough much attention. He had seem more rodents in his travels then he could count, and besides they were small potatoes compared to the real monsters he’d seen.

Still, the second or third time he spotted the mice in the castle he began to realize they didn’t look like originary mice. They were bright colours of yellow, blue, pink and green. Not normal colours for mice.

Keith wanted to assume he was being paranoid, but if it weren’t for his paranoia he would have been killed a long time ago. So, he sought Shiro out to mention it to him. What if they were some tiny supernatural beings that managed to sneak past the wards?

However, Shiro’s smile and even chuckle at the question only confused Keith more until Shiro spoke.

“They’re harmless, they’re just Allura’s pets,” he explained.

Keith titled his head. “Her pets?”

Shiro nodded as he leaned back in his chair. “Most of the time they hide out in Allura’s room, but they enjoy running around the castle. They’re quite friendly.”

“Right,” Keith said as he rubbed his neck. “Man, I feel like an idiot for worrying over nothing then.”

Shiro patted his shoulder. “Well, I wouldn’t say you were entirely wrong. See, they’re-”

“Shiro,” Coran called as he poked his head into the room, “the princess wishes to see you. She would like to run an inventory check on our weapons.”

“Be right there,” Shiro shouted back and waved to Keith as he stood up. “We’ll finish this chat later, okay?”

Keith nodded as he watched Shiro leave. After that, he didn’t think about the mice again, except when he caught them peeking their heads out at him curiously.

He left scraps of food for them here and there, but he mostly kept to himself. It all changed the day he cut his finger.

It was mostly Lance’s fault. They had been peeling potatoes in the kitchen for dinner, and Lance kept humming that annoying tune. Keith wasn’t quite certain what song it was, but whatever it was the melody of it got onto his nerves. Keith was positive Lance was doing it intentionally.

After finishing peeling the fourth potato and Lance was still on the same tune, Keith growled.

“Can you please ‘hum’ something else?” he asked as he reached for another potato.

Lance smirked and raised an eyebrow. “What? Don’t enjoy listening to my beautiful voice?”

“Not when it’s giving me a headache,” Keith said as he started to peel the potato. “Can’t we just work in silence?”

“No can do, I need music to keep me motivated,” Lance said as he finished his potato. “Would you settle for small talk then?”

Keith sighed. He rather not, but it had to be better than Lance’s humming. “Fine, what do you want to talk about?”

Lance squeezed his eyes like he was in deep thought. “Has Allura drank your blood yet?”

Keith jumped and almost dropped the potato. “Why are you asking me that?”

Lance shrugged. “I’m curious, I mean that was the deal between you two right? And the other day she was super exhausted until after her little visit with you.”

Keith chewed his bottom lip, and resisted the urge to cover his neck with his hand. He had taken precautions to hide the bite marks there with the collar of his shirt. It was an..’experience’ that much was certain. Keith still didn’t know what he thought of it, and he didn’t know what Allura thought of it either.

They had kept a bit of distance between them since then. Neither of them seemed eager to bring up the topic. Keith knew they would have to eventually, especially if there was an attack and Allura had to regain her strength fast, but he didn’t feel comfortable doing so yet. He especially didn’t feel comfortable talking about it with Lance.

“Doesn’t matter does it?” Keith asked in a flat tone. “Allura is not stuck in bed and is back to full strength.”

Lance raised an eyebrow and returned to peeling his potato. “So, she did drink your blood.”

Keith blushed deep red. “I..you..”

“It’s not exactly a shock,” Lance continued, “we all pretty much figured with how you’ve been hiding your neck the last few days.”

Keith snarled as he rapidly peeled the potato so he wouldn’t stab Lance with the peeler. “Look, you, I-Ow!”

Keith hissed as he dropped the peeler and grabbed his finger.

Lance stopped what he was doing and looked over. “You okay?”

Keith winced at the bit of blood coming out of his finger. “I’m fine, I just cut myself with the peeler.”

Lance frowned and pointed over his shoulder. “Check the cupboard over there. Hunk tends to keep medical supplies there for small cuts.”

Keith wrapped his hand around his finger. “He needs to keep that stuff in here?”

“Happens more often than you think,” Lance stated. “Shiro can be pretty clumsy in the kitchen, you can ask Hunk if you don’t believe me” He jabbed with his finger. “Go get bandaged up. I doubt Pidge wants blood with her mashed potatoes.”

Keith rolled his eyes, but complied and went to the cupboard. He brought out a small basket of bandages and as he reached for it a drop of blood dripped onto the counter.

Keith cursed, but focussed on wrapping up his finger. “Guess it could have been a lot worse-”

He trailed off as one of Allura’s mice appeared from behind a jar of pickles and sniffed at the drop of blood.

“Uh, sorry,” Keith said as he reached for a cloth. “I’ll clean that up-”

Then, to Keith’s shock, the small mouse drank the blood and happily licked the leftover bits off it’s lips.

Keith stumbled backwards in shock and nearly bumped into Lance while doing so.

“Whoa! Watch it!” Lance said as he turned around to steady Keith. “Hunk will not forgive me if we drop these potatoes to the floor-”

He stopped when he noticed Keith’s paled face and his gaze softened. “Hey, man, calm down,” Lance said as he patted his shoulder. “What’s gotten you so freaked out?”

Keith swallowed as he pointed. “That mouse.”

Lance looked over and saw the mouse wave. “Platt? What about him?”

“He just drank blood! My blood,” Keith stammered.

Lance stared at him like he stated something obvious. “Yeah..so.”

Keith tossed his hands up and Platt contently rolled onto his back like he had just eaten a huge meal. “Mice don’t drink blood, at least last I checked.”

Lance looked ready to argue, but then paused as the gears in his brain gradually turned.

“Ooh, uh, I see,” he muttered and crossed his arms. “Keith...did nobody tell you they’re vampire mice?”

Keith frozen and slowly opened his mouth. “Vampire mice?’

Lance shrugged. “They’re like vampires, but you know mice?” They both watched Platt give happy squeaks. “They don’t drink that much, and usually they just stick to blood of animals and such.”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course there were vampire mice. Clearly his life wouldn’t be complete without vampire mice tasting his blood.

“Anyway, they’re harmless,” Lance said as he reached for a potato. “Come on, we better finish this if we want dinner on time.”

Keith shook his head to calm himself and reached for a potato, but a loud squeak caused him to jump.

Both him and Lance turned back around to see Platt was happily climbing up the jars. He didn’t seem distressed. Truth be told he seemed excited and happy. He waved his little arms up and down as he gave delighted squeaks.

Keith blinked dumbly as he pointed. “Um...does drinking blood usually make them this…”

“Energetic?” Lance offered and looked just as equally confused. “Not really? The mice tend to go and take a long nap after a ‘drink’.”

“Weird,” Keith said as Platt proceeded to perform cartwheels on the counter. “Maybe it’s because I’m human and I taste different?”

“Maybe,” Lance commented softly and returned to his potato, “in any case, I bet the mice will be watching you like a hawk for the next time you cut your finger.”

Keith glanced to his hand, and tried hard to not picture being trailed after by hungry mice. He already had to feed one vampire in this place, he rather not have to add four tiny vampires to that list.

#kallura #vampire au #cutekittenlady #fanfic #voltron #my writing

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The Stars And The Sea As My Witness

@shancefluffweek day 2: Sea/Stars

Oh gosh I hope you guys like this one. Happy second day of the Shance week everybody!

Shiro thought that Lance was acting strange. ‘Not the pretend we’re mermaids and not wear pants for the whole day’ kind of strange- although seeing Lance’s perky bottom in tight boxer shorts was amusing- but it’s Lance 'pulling out chairs for him’ kind of strange.

Shiro appreciated the gesture, really he did, but Lance was beginning to freak him out. It started this morning when Lance was the first to wake up. Normally, Shiro was the first one to wake up, make coffee, and have his morning jog. But this morning, Shiro was greeted with the smell of brewed coffee. Lance waited for him in their kitchen, a mug of coffee ready and a muffin for him to eat along the way.

Shiro thought it was sweet for Lance to forego his eight hours of beauty sleep just to make him coffee in the morning. And then things went even weirder as the day progressed.

Lance made him breakfast, showered with him, even picked his clothes! Shiro gave him a questioning look as Lance straightened his tie, “You’re being unusually sweet today. Is something going on?”

“What? Is there something wrong with fixing my boyfriend some breakfast before he leaves for work? Have awesome shower sex? Pick the perfect clothes for our date at the beach tonight?” There was a gleam on Lance’s eyes that Shiro can’t seem to put a finger on it.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with it at all. It just seems so perfect,” Shiro placed his hands at Lance’s waist and pulled his boyfriend closer, “you’re perfect.”

“Aww, you flatter me, babe.” Lance swiped invisible dust on Shiro’s blazer and pecked at the corner of his lips. “Don’t forget our date night at the pier, ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. What’s the occasion anyway? It’s not our anniversary. It’s not my birthday nor yours. Did you have a promotion? Did that asshole from HR finally got fired?”

“No, I just want us to have an amazing night. After all that hassle with the merger and me almost getting fired, don’t you think we deserve a romantic dinner?” Lance handed him a bento box, the red one that they bought as a pair when they visited Shiro’s parents in Japan a few months ago.

He made him lunch, another weird thing Lance did this morning.

“I guess. Thanks for lunch, babe.” Shiro leaned down to kiss at Lance’s puffed out hair.

“You’re welcome. Love you!”

“Love you too!” Shiro replied as he walked out the door.

“I’m telling you man,“ Shiro swirled in his chair, “Lance is acting weird.”

“What made you think that?“ Keith, his best friend and brother, replied but not looking up from his screen.

“He made me breakfast. He made me this adorable lunch that I don’t want to eat because it’s so cute but at the same time it’s so delicious. I mean look at it! He made panda sushi!“

“Didn’t you like pandas?“ Keith said, still typing away.

“I LOVE pandas.“ Shiro picked up a sushi roll and ate it whole. “It’s the most exquisite thing!“

“So? He made you lunch and is acting sweet. Isn’t that a good thing?“ Keith finally took his eyes off his monitor to slide his way towards Shiro. He was going to pick up a sushi roll but Shiro’s prosthetic hand swatted him away.

“Hey!“

“No sharing! Get your own boyfriend to cook you lunch!“

“Excuse me, you’re the one who hogs Hunk’s leftovers when I bring them in the office. I swear if he cooks one of his meatloaf I am never giving you some.“

“I can live with that. Plus, Lance can always sweet talk his way to Hunk’s heart better than you.“

“True that.“ Keith went back to his desk and continued typing, leaving Shiro alone with his thoughts. Why is he acting sweet? Did he do something wrong? Did he forgot a birthday? Is he really boring that Lance needed to step up to make things interesting again? What-

“Agh, you are thinking way too loud!“

“What? I’m minding my own business.“

“I am saying this because I care and maybe because I want you to shut up both in mouth and in mind. There are two explanations on why he’s acting this way. Number one, he really, really loves you. That’s it. He loves you and he wants to show you he loves you. Number two, which is highly unlikely, he wants to break up with you.“

“What?“ Shiro almost dropped the panda sushi.

“It’s called the honey before the hatchet, big brother. He eases you gently, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, then he brings down the hatchet and breaks up with you.“

“That’s preposterous. Why the hell would he break up with me? We’ve been perfectly happy ever since we moved in together.“

“Really Shiro? Were you two really happy for the past months? Think about it. Think deep, try to remember all of the things that happened recently. Were they all happy thoughts?“

Shiro sat there, dumbfounded. His bento box laid on the open as he thought of the past few months. Sure he became distant when the merger was assigned to him. He came home late, sometimes snapping at Lance when he was whining about office gossip at his job. He ignored some of Lance’s calls when he was staying over night at the office…

Oh no.

Keith smirked as silence finally filled the room.

From: Lance

Hey babe! Excited for the dinner tonight!!! Remember 7 at that seafood place at the pier, don’t be late. Oh, I also picked up your outfit for tonight. You’re going to look so dapper I can’t wait! xoxo

From: Lance

You here yet?

From: Lance

Oh I see you!

Shiro looked up and saw Lance approaching him. Shiro’s jaw dropped at the sight of his boyfriend.

Lance was wearing a black, perfectly fitting, three piece suit. His dark coat hugged his slim figure like a glove. His pants clung to his mile long legs as he made his way towards Shiro’s direction.

His caramel skin was flawless as usual, but there was a tint of pink to them that made his heart melt. His hair was gelled back, giving him a slick kind of look. And his eyes, oh god his eyes, were shining bright and blue when their eyes met.

Shiro’s heart was beating so hard against his chest, like a prisoner pounding at the door, begging to be set free. He planned on sneaking in, searching for signs that Lance was going to break up with him when Lance found him hiding behind the shrubbery. Shiro was afraid to face the ugly truth that maybe Lance was going to break up with him, so terrified with the thought of losing this happiness that made everyday special in their own Lance way. He guessed that fear translated to his eyes because lance was giving him this worried look.

“Shiro, are you ok?“ Lance wound their fingers together, the warmth of his hands always a steadying presence.

“Yeah,“ he cleared his throat, “yeah, I’m fine. Where do we sit?“

“Follow me, my love.“ Lance placed his hand on the small of Shiro’s back and led him to the farthest table in the restaurant.

The restaurant was a bungalow type of place where there were no actual walls, only railings and posts that held the sturdy roof up. Twinkling lights hang on the edges of the roof and sheer curtains were draped over the railings, acting as a buffer against insects and sand. Because their table was at the far end of the restaurant, they were much closer to the sea. The soft music was silenced by the gentle lap of the waves against the sand

It was the perfect place for a break up, Shiro thought miserably. No one can hear him cry.

“May I take your order, sir?“ A waiter came by and also lit the candles in the candelabra.

“Yes. I’m having the lobster pasta carbonara, and my boyfriend here is having the seared salmon.“

“Wine?“

“Red please.“

“Champagne for me.“ Shiro said automatically. Wine wasn’t really his favorite.

“Any additional orders?“

“We’ll call for you when we need any more.“ Lance smiled at the waiter.

“Of course, sir. Your meal will be served shortly.“ The waiter promptly walked away, leaving the two in the intimate light of the candles.

Shiro thought of scenarios in his head, all bad ones, but kept being sidetracked everytme he glanced at Lance. Because of the candle light, Lance’s usual sharp features were softened to a point that he looked like a painting, angelic even. His skin looked warm and soft to the touch that his fingers ached to touch them. His blue eyes was hypnotizing against the yellows and the orange of the flame. And his small smile made his heart flutter like a teenage boy.

Shiro felt a pang at his chest whenever he thought of breaking up with this loving, caring, and generously kind person.

“Shiro,“ Lance found Shiro’s hand on the table and held it tight, “I know you said you were fine, but you don’t fine to me. Is everything ok? Is something bothering you?“

“No,“ Shiro returned Lance’s grip, “everything’s fine, just work stuff.“

Shiro couldn’t bare the worried look on Lance’s face. He forced himself to not think of breaking up or Lance dumping him because he was an insensitive boyfriend who didn’t show up when Lance needed him the most. No, he was going to enjoy this dinner with the person he loves even if the said person will leave him at the end of it. He will give him a night he will remember, and show him that no matter what happens, he will still whole heartedly love him.

“The dinner was delicious, don’t you think?” Lance and Shiro were walking barefoot at the edge of the shore, the sand and waves lapping at their feet. They left their shoes on one of the rocks near the restaurant.

“That ice cream cake was delightful.” Shiro slung his coat around his shoulder and tightened his hold on Lance’s waist.

“It was, wasn’t it? I bet Hunk can do it better.” Lance had his hand in his pocket while the other was tucked in in Shiro’s back pocket.

“The chef didn��t think so. He looked so offended when you asked for the recipe, remember?”

“Nah, he’s just afraid Hunk’s cake will beat him to the ground.” Lance laughed when he felt Shiro jump against him. “Relax, Shiro, it’s probably just seaweed.”

Shiro rolled his eyes at him. The dinner was wonderful, so wonderful that the nagging feeling of something worse to come almost disappeared.

Almost.

The silence that followed brought back Shiro’s worries. The steady sound of the waves and the soft lilting music from the restaurant was overruled by the deafening screams of his anxieties.

They both stopped at a clearing.

“Hey.“

“No, you first,“ Shiro offered. It was only right for Lance to be the one bringing down the hatchet. Shiro shifted so he was facing Lance, ready to take the pain that was coming his way.

“Nah, you’re the one who said it first.“

“We said it at the same time.“

“But mine’s much suited for a finale speech.“

“Ok, I’ll go first.“ Shiro took a deep breath. Here goes nothing… “I know I’ve been a crappy boyfriend lately.”

“What?”

“I neglected you when you needed me, I ignored you when you call me late at night asking where I am or have I eaten yet.”

“Shiro.“

“I come home late and I just sleep on the bed and gone by the morning.”

“Shiro, wait-“

“I know I’ve been horrible lately, and I don’t blame you if-”

“SHIRO what are you talking about?“

Shiro was thankful it was dark because he was pretty sure there were tears flowing down his cheeks. “I’m talking about-” Shiro pulled at his hair in frustration. “Isn’t this what you wanted? For us to break up because I’ve been horrible to you-”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Lance took hold of Shiro’s hands and gripped it tight.

“Isn’t this the honey before the hatchet? First you act nice to me then you break up with me?”

“Wha- Who told you about those things?” Lance tried to sound calm and collected, but dee down he was shaking.

“Keith. When I asked him why you were acting strange, he told me about it.” Shiro sniffed, “i don’t blame you though. I understand. With the way I acted, I’d break up with me too.”

“Fuckin Keith.” Lance seethed, “I told him to distract you, to give you something that will take your mind off things, not let you boil with thoughts of breaking up!” Now it was lance’s turn to pull at his hair.

“I don’t understand?” Shiro wiped at his tears.

Lance sighed, visibly calming himself down with deep breaths.

“Takashi Shirogane,” he said, “you are the man of my dreams, who I truly care for and love and am not breaking up wiith. I have had boyfriends and girlfriends before, but no one comes as close as the way you make me feel. You make me feel like I hang the moon and the stars. You make me feel so damn special that sometimes I have to pinch myself to remember that this is true, that I have someone who loves me so much that he was willing to give up his favorite sweat shirt.”

Tears continued to flow but for a different reason. Is Lance doing what Shiro thinks he’s doing?

“You make me so happy with just a smile or a laugh. You don’t know how ecstatic I am to see you everyday, to wake up next to you. To be the first and last person I see everyday. When you make me breakfast and pick me up after work. When you kiss me, make love to me. Shiro I love you. I love you with every fibre of my being. I love you with everything I have and all I can offer.”

Lance’s voice wavered, but he only gripped Shiro’s hands tighter.

“With the stars and the sea as my witness,” Lance did what Shiro refused but hoped he’d do, he bent down on one knee. “I promise to always be by your side. To listen to you, to love you no matter what. I will do my best to support you with every endeavor, to be the constant that you can always count on. You are my happiness, my dream, my love. I offer you my heart and my soul, Takashi Shirogane.”

Lance lifted a small velvet box off his coat pocket and opened it in front of Shiro.

Shiro gasped. His knees finally gave out under him and his arms flew to wrap around Lance’s shoulders. “Yes!”

“Shiro, I haven’t asked the question yet.” Lance laughed, the tension leaving his shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” He stood up, his hands shaking against his cheeks. Shiro sniffed, his smile permanently pasted on his face it seems.

“Takashi-“

“Yes!“

“Dammit Shiro, let me ask the bloody question!“ Lance chuckled through his tears.

“Sorry. Continue.“

“Takashi Shirogane-“

Shiro opened his mouth.

“If you interrupt me again, so help me god, I won’t put a ring on it.“

Shiro closed his mouth immediately, excitement coursing through his body.

“Takashi Shirogane, will you marry me?“

“YES!“ Shiro tackled him to the sand, the waves effectively soaking through their suits. His arms were around Lance, hugging him tight. They were both laughing and spitting out the salty sea water that were on their mouths. “yes, yes, a million times yes!“ Shiro whispered against Lance’s ear.

“Give me your hand then. I don’t want the ring to be lost in the waves.“ Lance took hold of Shiro’s hand and placed the ring on his finger. “A perfect fit.“

“I love you Lance McClain.“ Shiro laid his forehead against his. They were both sitting on the sand, the water soaking them, but both didn’t care.

“I love you Takashi Shirogane.“ Lance leaned back and turned to the direction of the restaurant, “HE SAID YES!” he shouted.

Various cheers from the crowd erupted, Shiro was sure he heard Keith cheer the loudest.

Shiro grabbed Lance by the collar and kissed him. Shiro didn’t know if the salt he tasted were of sea water or their tears, he found out didn’t mind at all.

So what do you think? Was this fluffy enough? Did this made up for the fact that I was late for the first day? :D

#shance #voltron #shancefluffweek #shancefluff2017

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