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You know what the worst kind of dreams are? The ones that mimic reality. Because then you have no escape even in sleep.

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Thoughtful gifts for a baseball fan

#because I'm writing someone getting a gift for lance's dad #and I hc he's a baseball fan

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when the pain exploding across your face is not enough to keep you awake

#did i just write a couplet in meme format? #so i guess i'll be using this blog to dump my random thoughts #mymusings #new tag

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Sorry I haven’t been posting on here! I am a bit more active over on my collab blog tho @sleapywolfwrites

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Leaders

I’m finally getting around to posting this fic that I wrote for Wolf’s birthday!

Summary: Shiro is missing and it’s time to do something about it. Post-season 2. Words: 4,850 POV: Allura Pairing: Allura/Shiro

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It’s Day 54 since the Black Lion opened and Shiro wasn’t inside. Day 54 since Team Voltron was beheaded. For someone who slept unchangingly through millennia, Allura feels strangely weightless amid the vast expanse of space surrounding her. She feels like she’s withering, despite the artificial gravity in the castle.

A soft Altean tune from her bedside clock chases away dreamless sleep. She rises the moment her eyes open. There is no day or night in space. It’s all artificial light and then natural darkness. The mice’s chittering, once so lively to her ears, is now background noise, no different than the constant hum of the castle’s power.

Allura leaves her plush bed with resolute steps. Today is Day 54. But it will also be Day 1. She knows what she must do. In her shower, she allows the water to envelope her before it’s sucked back into the ceiling vents.

Fifty-four days since Voltron was last formed. For 54 days, Keith has been trying to get the Black Lion to open for him, as Shiro had willed. Her heart lurches for the red paladin, burying his own grief under a thinly held veneer of leadership. Leadership. She dons her armor, its pink as close to black as any of the paladins’ colors are. Helmet under her arm, she moves to the control room.

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The field of battle is my temple. The swordpoint is my priest. The dance of death is my prayer. The killing blow is my release.

Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

Dance of Death

Klance Week 2017: Day 6: Quote

Words: 475

Summary:  Keith is born and raised in the Galra army. An encounter reorders his priorities.

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I chant the words in my head, seeking focus from patience. I’ve arrived on the moon of Daeros, a castle ship in my sights. My mission is simple: kill these enemies of the Galra. I lay flat on my stomach against the top of a cliff, waiting with my bow in my hands for the ship’s doors to open and this ragtag team to meet their deaths.

The doors slide open, a staircase is lowered, and people begin to step out. I draw my bow and arrow, but then my arm stills. I know the boy who just stepped out. The boy with the ocean in his eyes and the beach on his skin. I’d know those eyes anywhere. I drop back to lying prone, letting the arrow clatter onto the stone beside me. There is no question in my mind. The moment I saw him,  I knew; I would not complete this mission. It may have been years since I’ve laid eyes on him, but this is that very same boy whose silken voice could calm me, almost as much as his lopsided smiles could rile me up.

Those days were simple. We were both kids, and the realities of our war didn’t matter to either of us. I was a Galra plant, I was in disguise; the entire time I’d known him, everything about my existence had been a lie. Only he was true; only the way I felt around him was real.

When that mission ended, so did a chapter of my life. I came back to my reality, forced to care about it now, and he probably forgot me in his. But I never forgot, still haven’t forgotten. Which is why my mind was made up the moment I saw his face again.

I fight in the name of Galra; but I draw the line at the human boy with the ocean in his eyes. And I know there is no returning to Zarkon having failed a mission. So I will run. I will walk away. I will wait for these paladins to complete their supply stop and leave; then I will steal a pod off this moon and leave everything behind, dissipate into the stars. Because I am a Galra fighter—I was born into the role, but I’m looking at someone above that. I watch the back of his head as he’s going back to the ship. I murmur the words to myself again, but this is the first time they’ve held so much meaning.

“You are my temple. You are my priest. You are my prayer. You are my release.”

- Sabaa Tahir, A Torch Against the Night

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By Your Side

Klance Week Day 5:  Partners-in-Crime

Words: ~600

Summary:  Keith and Lance (codenames Red and Blue) are rebels against the Galra Empire they grew up in. A drabble showcasing a stealth mission they go on to steal some Galra intel for the Rebel Alliance. 

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The moonlight cast tall shadows against the buildings as Keith and Lance made their way stealthily down the deserted street. The only sounds were their careful breaths and the occasional whistle of a breeze.

“You ready for this, Red?” Lance whispered, even though no one was around. In the Empire, even the walls had ears.

“You know it, Blue,” Keith responded curtly without bothering to turn around and face Lance. “You?”

Lance answered with a firm hand on his partner’s shoulder. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his body in anticipation.

“We get the plans and we get out. Simple,” Keith recapped, more for himself than for his partner.

Allura, leader of the Rebel Alliance, had entrusted them on this mission to acquire the Galra Empire’s top secret plans for moving a massive shipment of prototype weaponry. If the Rebels could intercept it, they would finally have the strength to be able to bring their fight out into the open. Former-rival-street-thieves-turned-partners (because they made a surprisingly good team) Red and Blue were Allura’s go-to for in-and-out stealth missions like this, and they had yet to disappoint.

Exchanging a ‘let’s do this’ look, the two crept up on either side of the first-floor window on the side of the building. Lance drew his gun and nodded at Keith who hoisted himself up to the sill, eased the window open, and slipped inside.

Keeping watch outside, Lance smiled to himself when he heard the dull sounds of bodies thudding to the ground inside.

A minute passed. Then two, then five. Lance approximated they had about a minute before someone came to check on the guards in this room. He rapped his brief one minute warning signal on the windowpane. Almost immediately, Keith climbed back out, landing softly into a crouch by Lance’s feet.

“You got it?”

Keith confirmed with a nod. “Come on.” He tugged briefly on the front of Lance’s jacket as he started to sprint back the way they had come.

“No wait, this way.” Lance pulled Keith back by his sleeve. “Follow me.”

And Keith did, without hesitation.

Lance led them further up ahead, beyond the Galra outpost building and into an alley that was nearly pitch dark. Only now did Keith turn toward Lance. Lance didn’t need to be able to see Keith’s face to know he was raising his eyebrows in silent question.

“A drone,” Lance explained.

As if on cue, they heard an ominous electronic beeping on the street they had just turned in from. Keith shoved Lance against the wall and clamped a hand against his mouth. He buried his own head in the space between Lance’s neck and shoulder, making them as invisible as possible and muffling the sounds of their labored breathing.

The beeping receded, and Keith released Lance. “Drone,” Keith agreed.

“We can’t stay here,” Lance pointed out. He walked carefully out of the alley, Keith close behind him. The coast was clear, and Lance dashed into the next side street. The two slunk in the shadows, as they made their way back to base. Keith’s hand was clenched in his pocket around the itinerary he’d just stolen; and Lance fingered the gun tucked in his waistband. They encountered no one on the streets this late past curfew, though every so often they ducked to avoid the patrolling drones.

Once they made it out of the main city and back into Rebel territory, Lance threw a smirk Keith’s way. “Nice work.”

The corners of Keith’s tired eyes crinkled when he smiled back. “We’re a good team, Blue.”

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Fated to Fall for Him

Klance Week 2017 Day 1: Free Will vs. Fate


Words: ~1500


Summary: The Garrison Backstory. Lance utilizes his free will to hate his new punk of a rival. But fate has other things in store.

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The Galaxy Garrison warmly welcomes

Lance Alvarez

to the class of 2118

Distinction: Cargo Pilot

It’s the first day of school for the umpteenth time in your life; and for the first time, you’re less than thrilled. If even a year ago someone had told you that you’d be going to The Galaxy Garrison but would still have grievances, you would’ve called them crazy. Yet here you are, finally decked out in orange and white after years of wanting it, reporting for your first day to the desk marked ‘Cargo Pilots.’ If someone had told you you wouldn’t make fighter class because the best pilot in a generation happened to be in your class, you would’ve laughed in their face. And yet…

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Ch.4 (Last): Another Chance

A/N: It’s finally finished! I hope you all enjoy the final stretch of the ride! 

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Ch. 4: 4.7k words Entire fic: 12.7k words

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Lance got off the train and walked to the diner, head bowed into his phone reading the directions. Destination is on your left , his screen announced in bold lettering.

“Left?” he muttered to himself, glancing up and realizing he was on the wrong side of the street. The diner’s nondescript front was easy to miss. He would never have spared it a second glance if he wasn’t looking for it. He crossed and peered inside through the windows to see if Keith had arrived. His eyes were scanning the booths when a low voice tickled against his ear,

“Looking for someone?”

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© (c ) copyright 1990-2011 Rebecca Sinclair

See the original HERE

#OMG #this is great #writing stuff

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Another Chance Ch. 3

A/N: I’m doubly excited to be posting this, because I had really lost the feel for this story. Special thanks to Wolf for helping me get my groove back! Next chapter should be the last~

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Read the previous chapters here

The alarm on Lance’s phone blasted the marimba tune like the world was ending. Resisting the urge to throw it against the wall, Lance snoozed it and stretched his limbs until his hands pressed against his headboard and his toes spilled off the bed.

Last night he had taken the time to tell his roommates in excruciating detail about how Keith and he had exchanged numbers.

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Imagine Your OTP #2

Person A, attempting to be all suave and dropping pickup lines on Person B, not expecting them to return any twice as good as theirs. A pickup line war ensues between the two.

You decide who wins~

#writing prompts

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What's your writing routine like?

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well, this fic isn’t going to write itself, but i’m going to wait a bit longer to make sure. 

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Another Chance - Ch. 2

Read Ch. 1 here

A/N: This chapter is from Keith’s POV, except for a brief bit of pining!Lance in the middle. The italicized parts are flashbacks, and yes they’re in present tense. That’s to differentiate them from the past tense of the rest of the story. Hope you enjoy this!

Keith has a mild panic attack in this chapter, but the chapter is still pretty fluffy.

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Writing Prompts

• It was a great opportunity. • They don’t come looking for you. • I need to move there. • A lot of it makes me uncomfortable. • That’s funny to you only. • Can we watch this? • You always begin there. • Can we talk about sleep? • It’s about trying to live. • Can you lock the door? • It has never been popular before. • Can we follow you? • We make those decisions. • Who were you then? • Someone saw you. • I want to be seen. • People listen to you. • I want to live in that house. • It’s a cloudy day. • Where is te moon? • It clears your head. • Where do you work? • What’s your background? • It’s a really strange tale. • Bring your books. • You’ll need to carry me. • Who told you that? • And people forget. • This is what we want. • It’s not ours to take. • They bring in the profit. • You took it to an extreme. • I don’t eat that. • You need new values. • I don’t need uplifting. • We’ll still be here then. • Do we have a future? • We tried to separate them. • Have you found anyone? • I never enjoy this part. • That’s not noble at all. • We could charge you. • We have never found it. • Have we earned this. • Can you prove it? • These cases are so cold they are freezing. • We see them every day. • Can they help us? • We can solve this together. • I need to put an end to this. • We don’t have the technology yet. • I can’t justify it. • Keep your window open. • They were never given that information. • Will you protect me? • You’ll need a new one. • You’ll always have a place here. • Is it related in any way? • You always take all the credit. • They find them every day. • Give me a name. • Is it required? • Do we have any new information? • You can answer for me. • I enjoy your confidence. • Don’t fall asleep. • What were you going for? • Where does it begin? • I don’t want them to know. • It’s just glue.

#prompts #for later

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