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[broke-bitch-mountain]

Total Eclipse of the Heart

@quichekolgate another chapter! Finally XD. 

So I’m going to try and get the next update sooner (end of the week maybe?? It depends on if I sleep all day or not lol) and hopefully this will start to pick up soon! I want to take time to let Shiro, Lance and Keith get a proper relationship arc without it interrupting the action.  So here’s an attempt at that with Shiro and Lance! I’ll try to work on Keith and Shiro in the next update! ALSO! I’m working on a twelve days of Christmas OTP thing that I’m going to post about soon so keep your eyes open for that!

Chapter Three: Fate

Around noon, the small group came together at the front of the castle. Katie had two packs, one with the tracer to find Lotor and Klaizap, and the other had supplies for the week. She wore brown shorts and a long sleeved green and white shirt.

Keith and Lance each had a pack with provisions and clothes, each choosing long pants made of thick fabric, and long sleeved shirts to protect them from the environment. Keith had two water bottles, one attached to hip and a pouch that held emergency snacks in case they were somehow separated. Or if Lotor hadn’t eaten in the time frame of kidnapping to rescue.

Just as they were heading out though, Shiro came out of the castle, packed and ready.

“There’s at least three different royal families that will declare war if even one of you doesn’t come back alive.” he explained. “Besides, I’ve never been one to wait around for death.”

Keith found the footsteps that Klaizap was most likely following after Alfor showed them the path the Aurusian went down.

“It looks like a few different pairs.” Keith noted, “There’s one that’s more tong shaped, but the others look like a similar shoe with different sizes.”

“The dirt is still fresh,” Shiro mused while rubbing a small sample between his thumb and finger.

“We should get moving.” Keith said, “They have anywhere from eight to twelve hours on us.”

“I’m ready to go,” Katie said.

“Then let’s go.” Shiro said, “day light won’t stay for long!”

Six hour later, the sun started to set and Shiro began looking for a good place to stop for the night. Much to the relief of his companions. While Keith had never considered himself a slacker in his workout routines, he was feeling the burn in his legs from the six hour hike they had just treked. He couldn’t imagine how Lance or Katie where holding up. He had offered to carry her equipment about halfway through before instantly regretting it and passing it over to Shiro who didn’t even break stride.

Lance had gone silent in the last hour, which, color Keith impressed, was a shocking development. He had been running his mouth asking questions about Shiro and Katie while constantly reminding them that they didn’t have to answer, he just didn’t like quite and it was really quite, like quite enough to her heartbeats, can you feel your heartbeat through your prosthetic?

Shiro was a good sport despite the rudeness, offering simple yes or no with a small amount of explanation when comfortable. Katie, on the other hand, stopped answering about an hour in. Clearly displeased about the physical aspect in general and was trying to suffer in peace thank you very much. Keith had picked up on the negative vibes which added to his offer to carry her equipment.

As soon as the light was fading, Shiro had them set down for a campsite for the night. While Katie tracked their progress and gage how much further Lotor and Klaizap where, Keith and Lance set up the tent that Shiro had thought to bring. Shiro wondered a few feet from their designated spot to double check that they weren’t in immediate danger and to collect firewood.

“You ok, babe?” Lance whispered

“I thought you were mute by now.” Keith teased.

“Not funny.” Lance shoved, “Dick.”

“Your dick.” Keith smiled.

“Seriously, Mr. Side track. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine...what about you? You holding up?”

“Psh,” Lance shrugged, “I’m golden. You know what they called me back in class? The Tailor, cause of how I can make a tight fit work.” he winked.

Keith snorted, “You dork.”

“Your dork.”

“Please don’t kiss.” Katie popped their bubble. “Like, I get that you’re in love, but I need to focus and you getting cutesy is distracting.”

Lance scoffed, popping his hip, “You’re just jealous!”

“Somebody is…” she mumbled.

Before Lance could ask her to repeat herself, Shiro came back with a slight flush. The first time he had shown any level of exhaustion since they left. “Looking good boys! Pidge, how’s those readings coming?”

“Not Pidge, and they’re almost done mapping.”

“What kind of name is Pidge?” Lance prodded, excited to have another line of conversation to burn.

“Her brother introduced her to me as Pidge.” Shiro smiled then smirked at the princess in questions, “and it stuck better than her name I guess.”

“No, it didn’t, Sir Shirogane.” she playfully sneered.

Shiro dramatically pouted and Lance stifled a laugh. He looked ridiculous, over muscled as he was with puppy dog eyes. Though it was kind of cute, and it was nice to have such a playful atmosphere after the rough day they had. So he turned back around and finished tightening the tent down while listening to Lance joke about how he thought Katie had earned her despised nickname.

“Is he always high energy?” Shiro asked, checking the rope’s tension.

“Only when he’s uncomfortable,” Keith explained. “He thinks if he puts on a show nobody will notice he’s on the wrong stage.” he smiled fondly at his fiance. Who was currently being pinned by Katie who was half his size. “He’s probably trying to get her to forgive him for bugging her earlier.”

“By bugging her more?”

“It’s surprisingly effective.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Yeah, as the test dummy.”

To nobody’s surprise, Shiro was probably the best person ever to have with you when you’re out in the woods. It took maybe ten dobashes, at the largest estimate, for Shiro to build a small fire to keep them warm. Then turned to Katie to ask for the data she had been collecting.

“So, we have a rough map of the surrounding land here.” she explained, “we are the black dots, Lotor is supposedly the red dot and Klaizap is the yellow. It looks like Lotor has stopped for a while now cause his energy signature hasn’t moved any further for the last varga. Klaizap though, is still moving towards Lotor’s location, which means he’s lucky, confident or whoever took the prince left a trail.”

“How much farther from Lotor then?” Shiro pressed.

“A day, day and a half maybe. Granted that’s him staying in that same spot.”

“Then we should head out at first light.” Shiro decided, “I’ll take watch to make sure nothing sneaks up on us. You three go ahead and get some shut-eye.”

“Wake me up when you’re ready to switch.” Keith said, holding the tent opened for Katie.

“I’ll stay up a bit longer.” Lance smiled, “It’s been awhile since I had such a clear view of the stars.”

Keith nodded and ducked into the tent.

“Sooo...they really just let Klaizap walk off huh?” Lance started.

“Yeah, it was really weird.” Shiro nodded.

“I grew up hearing stories that fate hand picked those who were sacrificed.” Lance mumbled. “Literally, the first words out of my father’s mouth when Allura found out was ‘it’s such an honor, almost like fate’ he said.” Lance forced his voice lower in a mockery of his father, puffed out chest and everything.

“Have you changed your mind then?”

Lance deflated a bit, “...a part of me never really believed it…I remembered a handful of governors and other royals tell me that my mother’s death was for a reason. But I couldn’t find it. Like, if I could figure it out. I could apologize…” he trailed off.

“To Allura?”

“Allura...dad….the kingdom…” Lance gave a small laugh, “If it weren’t for me, then they would be ok...alive…”

“I’m sure Allura doesn’t blame you.” Shiro tried.

“She stopped talking to me when we found out what Hagger coming.” Lance said, “If I wasn’t here then mom would have been here to teach Allura, and Allura wouldn’t have been chosen for Haggar cause that would have ended the royal line, so it is actually kind of my fault she’s mad and honestly? I don’t blame her!”

“...how long has that been resting on your shoulders?”

“...while…”

“...that’s fair.”

For a while the two sat in silence, gazing into the fire. The smoke made Lance’s eyes water a bit, but the chipper popping of wood stopped them from turning into full blown tears. Though the fire didn’t seem to be as warm as before. Forest animals pranced around them, oblivious to the heavy air between their two guest for the night. Many too concerned with their own problems to stop and be curious.

“When I was about ten, a group of Galren soldiers, lead by a guy named Sendek, tried to claim our colony on Earth.” Shiro sighed, “A group of them was sent to separate the kids, cause panic and dumb moves I guess. As luck would have it, the royal family was out with the people, and the two heirs got separated, ended up close to me. Sendek noticed and tried to grab them. I was prodigy for the army through my father, so I didn’t have a ton of fighting experience but it was enough to get the three of us away.”

“We ended up hiding behind some trash in the alleyway. Eventually soldiers showed up, chaos ensued and they got the Galra away. When the three of us came out, King and Queen Holt were grateful and offered me a job training to be one of their best. I almost didn’t take it.”

“Why not?” Lance whispered.

“Because a few of the kids we ran from had died in the chaos. I believed that I should have been good enough to save them before accepting a position to be better.” Shiro explained.

“But you were just a kid!” Lance exclaimed. Shiro gave him a pointed look, “oh…”

#quichekolgate #Nomi narrates #shklance #altean lance kind of #galra keith kind of #for sure human shiro #total eclipse of the heart au #death mention #rated M for mature #I wanna be finished with this by January #I start my new job on thrusday #so it shouldn't be that hard #but we'll see!

[fanfic-shiz]

Theories (Peter Quill)

Pairing: Peter Quill x OC

Warnings: None...tiny, tiny spoiler for Vol. 2

A/N: This might be complete crap, but I desperately needed to write some Quill. I hammered this out earlier this morning and just did a quick edit, no rewriting. But hopefully it’s post worthy! I think a second part is in order? xD

PART TWO HERE

The sound of bickering voices drifted back from the cockpit, making me roll my eyes. I lowered the manuscript I was flipping through.

“Will you two morons cut it out already?” I hollered. I waited a beat, but the arguing went on. Probably hadn’t even heard me. Anyways, it wasn’t my job to break up the idiotic pissing contest that went on between Rocket and anyone he met. Or at the moment, Drax.

I shook my head and tried to tune them out again, going back to the manuscript. I’d been on the same damn two pages for days now. Couldn’t even get through a block of text without my mind wandering. It didn’t help that reading up on the Milano’s operating system wasn’t exactly thrilling material. But I needed to know more about how the ship worked so Quill would stop breathing down my neck every time I sat down at the controls. Also, I desperately needed a distraction from Quill himself.

And there I went again. Barely two minutes and I was already thinking about the stupid man. Stupidly good looking. And funny. And warm-hearted. Who would’ve seen that one coming? Certainly not me. When the Guardians had first recruited me, almost six months ago, I’d registered Quill as a handsome doofus and had tried to leave it at that. Unfortunately, the more time I’d spent around him, the more I’d realized he was more than that.

Our friendship had always been a volcanic one. One second, we were arguing and bickering over nothing…and the next I was doubled over in laughter at one of his jokes. And then there was the flirting. God, the flirting. It was uncontrollable. And I’d boarded the Milano with very strict intentions not to flirt with Quill, or even so much as look at him in any lustful light.

But that wasn’t the problem anymore. Even with the playful banter and the smoldering looks, my self-control was still impressive. The problem now was that….

I’d caught feelings. For Peter Quill.

Precisely what Gamora had warned me would happen if I wasn’t careful. It had all started on Ego, during that horrible moment when I thought I’d never see him again. And then all of the sudden he was there, being pulled onto the ship. Warm, alive, breathing, and the way he’d crushed himself against me had been anything but platonic. Things between us had been different since that moment.

Everything felt intense. Even more so than before. Peter and I had a friendship that had been built upon snarky sarcasm, witty quips, and flirtatious banter. The occasional touch, or even tap on the bottom as we passed by each other, was just a given.

I wasn’t ready to admit I had feelings for a man who called himself Star-Lord and had once upon a time brought a different girl every week back home to the ship with him. But that hadn’t happened for a while. For a long time, actually. Not that I was keeping track. Peter could do whatever he wanted, with whoever he wanted. Regardless of how I felt about it.

Behind my book, a soft groan of frustration escaped me. I was hopeless.

Quill chose that exact moment to walk in, pulling a shirt over his head at the same time. My eyes flickered to the muscled, bare skin of his abdomen before the t-shirt was pulled snuggly down over his stomach. I mentally slapped myself. What was wrong with me? What was about Peter Quill that had me wanting to abandon all my own rules? Even worse, he seemed to know I struggled. In fact, I was convinced he enjoyed it. Regardless of whether or not I would ever admit that I was drawn to him like a very stupid moth to a very hot flame.

“Don’t look away for my sake.” He said, as I went back to flipping through the manual in my hands. “Feel free to stare all you want.”

“I wasn’t staring.” I mumbled, refusing to look up and meet his eyes, and what I was sure was a very smug smile. “You came into the room and I looked up to see who it was.”

“Mhm.” Came his infuriating reply.

I tried to ignore him, and act normal. But my concentration was shattered just by the man’s mere presence. That and the fact that he was walking around where I sat perched on the steel table, opening and shutting drawers, shifting through the contents of cupboards like he’d lost something important.

“What are you doing?” I snapped, finally looking up from the book in my hands. That was my first mistake. He was so tall, all wide shoulders and narrow hips. And the fact that he chose to wear his clothing tighter than what was necessary did not help at all. Every inch of him was solid, except for maybe the softness of his smile or the waves of his hair.

Peter stopped rummaging through one of the drawers built into the ship’s wall and pushed it shut. “I dunno, trying to distract myself.” He said, putting his hands on his tapered hips and shrugging his shoulders.

“Well now you’re distracting me from my reading.”

“And you’re distracting me from distracting myself from you.” He quipped back.

“What? That doesn’t even make sense.” I retorted, shaking my head. Trying to pretend like I had missed the entire context of his sentence. Particularly the part that mentioned me. Unfortunately, I knew exactly what I meant…

After Ego…the looks had become more lingering. The touches more purposeful and less by accident. Every time we squeezed past one another in one of the narrow hallways or to and from the cockpit, my pulse pounded and it was everything I could do not to grab onto him and pull him closer. Almost losing him had taken the tiny flame I’d held for Quill and turned it into a raging bonfire that I was quickly losing control of. I swore to myself I wouldn’t get involved with him. Not just because he was a womanizer, or a teammate, or a friend. But because having feelings for anybody in this crazy, unpredictable galaxy was a risk. And Quill was a big one.

“Yes it does.” He argued. “It makes perfect sense.”

I let out a sigh, shaking my head. “Well, why don’t I just leave then? Will that help?”

“No.” He answered. “Because you’ll still be somewhere on this god damn ship, driving me crazy.”

“I’m not even doing anything!” I protested.

He ran both hands through his hair. “Well, that’s the problem. Isn’t it? When the hell are we gonna stop doing nothing and do something about this, huh?” He gestured between the two of us. “Because I can’t keep going on on pretending like this isn’t happening.”

“Nothing’s happening.” I lied, my voice sounded unsure even to me. And I’d always been a very good liar. “It’s nothing.”

“Really?” He asked, raising a disbelieving eyebrow. “So the way you look at me, that’s nothing?” I felt my face grow hot, which for some reason just seemed to make him bolder. He took a step toward me. “Yeah, I said it. I’ve seen the way you look me when you think I’m not paying attention.”

“You’re imagining things, Quill.” I mumbled. I moved to slide off the table, but Peter was suddenly there, hands on either side of me and effectively trapping me there.

He was inches away now, blue eyes sparking with electricity. I could smell his cologne, mixed with his usual scent of fuel and leather. He was too close now, my brain a jumbled mess. He plucked the book from my hands and tossed it over his shoulder, eyes never leaving mine.

“Hey!” I protested, hearing it thump to the floor.

“It’s a book, it’ll live.” He said, and I wondered if he had any clue what he’d done by taking that book out of my hands. My fingers curled into tight fists in my lap with the effort of not reaching out to touch him. Judging by the subtle curve of his lips, that asshole knew. “So now tell me I’m imagining things. Say it. There’s nothing here. You don’t feel this.”

“Feel what?” I questioned, feigning confusing.

His hand was on my knee, prying my legs apart as he moved to stand in between them before pulling me to the edge of the table until there was no more space between us. My breath hitched in my throat as his hands slid up my thighs to my hips, his thumbs circling through the fabric of my shirt right on my hipbones.

“So you’re saying me being this close to you, my hands touching you…no effect on you at all?” He questioned in a low tone, eyes searching my face.

“Nope.” I shook my head.

“That’s bullshit.”

“You’re bullshit.”

“And now who’s the one making no sense?” He smirked.

“Still you.” I answered simply, but I felt myself relax a little as his thumbs continued to trace invisible patterns through my t-shirt.

“Do you enjoy being this infuriating?” He asked, perking an eyebrow. His fingers intertwined with mine before placing my hands on his chest. “It takes like, zero effort, to admit you want me.”

At that, I actually laughed which only made him grin. “You’re too cocky for your own good, Quill. You must have some pretty big balls to assume I feel anything even remotely close to attraction for you.”

Even as the words left my mouth, we both knew they were a lie. Not even a good one at that.

“Biggest balls in the galaxy, honey.” He replied, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. “See I have this theory. Do you wanna hear it?”

“Not really.”

I was too preoccupied with how warm his skin felt, even through the fabric of his clean, blue t-shirt. And the fact that he was still so close, my thighs around his hips as one of his hands traced a featherlight line up my wrist to my shoulder and then back down again.

He ignored me and went on. “I have this theory,” he began. “That you’ve got it bad for me. I get you all hot and bothered just by existing.”

I snorted with laughter, but it wasn’t because he was wrong. The cocky bastard.

“And I’m about 99.9% sure this theory is correct. Which is why I’m gonna ask again…when are we gonna do something about this? You and me and this unspoken thing?”

The last two words came out more like a murmur, his blue eyes growing more intent. I pushed my hands up his chest to his shoulders before locking my arms around his neck without thinking. What I should’ve been doing was pushing him away. He was Peter Quill after all. And that meant trouble.

“Quill…” I began, averting my eyes to the front of his t-shirt.

“Peter.” He corrected me. “Or, you know, Star-Lord if you really insist.”

“I don’t.” I said quickly and a chuckle reverberated through his chest. I grew quiet again, fighting an internal battle with my feelings.

“Give me something here. I know I’m right. I can’t be the only one who feels this.”

At that, my eyes slowly lifted to meet his hopeful, expectant gaze. I sucked in a deep breath, not sure what exactly I was going to say. But then I was spared from words altogether when a certain space raccoon entered the room.

“Are you freaking kidding me? Get a god damn room!” Rocket yelled, rolling his eyes.

I immediately wriggled out of Quill’s hold, pushing him away from me and sliding off the table. “Nope, not doing that. This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Sure it ain’t.” Rocket sang out, looking between the two of us.

“I was just testing a theory.” Peter said, giving me a wink.

“Here’s a theory for you,” I snapped, scooping my book off the floor. “You’re a pain in the ass, Quill.”

“That’s not a theory, sweetheart!” Peter called after me. “That’s just mean!”

His voice echoed after me down the hall, and by the time I made it to my room, I felt slightly more in control. But not by much. If Peter Quill was anything, though, it was persistent. And I highly doubted I’d heard the last about his theory on our unspoken thing.

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