#Not that that's how that fic should've go. That would've ruined the story!

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Accidental Confessions

REQUEST: I FINALLY THOUGHT OF MY REQUEST May I request Azul, Jade and Riddle getting high because of mushrooms for some unknown reason and confessing to a gn reader bc their ability to stay composed just went completely out the window? It's more of a fluff/crack idea I came up with, sorry if it's not too clear @thehollowwriter

SUMMARY: When the usually cool and composed guys accidentally confess due to... Some interesting foods. WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: Mushrooms (need I say anything else), maybe OOC, Jade and Floyd and Azul shenanigans, they may act like they're under the influence of drugs (no actual drugs in the story though!!), these poor guys (please give them hugs), Ace is chaos A/N: Me, trying to make sure I get everything right: *types in Google* "what happens when you get high" on my school computer Don't do drugs guys :D (I would've said kids but I'm like 96% sure that most of the people reading my fics are in fact older than me) I love how I finished this a while ago and then was like "I'm gonna add a bit more to the end" and it was only like a paragraph- Azul is my favorite, you can see from how much I write for him </3 Also I love fluff and crack, I enjoy writing it the most! Feel free to send more requests like these <3

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Azul Ashengrotto

You know, Azul should have known better.

Jade always went out and got some mushrooms on his hikes, and he seemed pretty confident that he knew the different types of mushrooms.

But one single mistake - a mushroom similar enough to a perfectly fine edible one - and now he felt woozy.

Great.

It wasn't an unpleasant experience - he felt happy in that dreamy way, where you weren't able to comprehend much. But he knew this was bad.

What if he got addicted? That would ruin all his plans for his future. He needed to have a clear head.

He really should've been resting, but unfortunately, Floyd had ran off (most likely so he didn't have to be near the mushrooms). Due to that, Mostro Lounge needed an extra pair of hands.

So when he saw you, he immediately was on guard as much as he could be. Who knows what he could let slip when you were so close, and his thinking wasn't at its best…

He tried to avoid you, but unfortunately (again? Why were so many bad things happening to him today?) you sat at the table closest to him.

He had to go up to you and take your order. Your sweet smile almost made him melt, a soft flush on his cheeks as he just nodded quietly, jotting your order down.

You thought it was odd - Azul was usually the type to chat people up, try to get as much of a profit in as possible - but today was different. It made you a bit worried, honestly.

As you asked if he was all right, Azul's eyes widened.

His mind went blank, and the only words that left his lips were, "Sorry, you were just really cute, and I-" He froze as he realized the words he said, trying to backtrack, but he couldn't think right. "I mean, I just thought your smile was- you- I-" He shook his head slightly. "Forget it," he said, hands shaking slightly out of embarrassment as he turned and walked away.

As Jade had been watching and listening to the interaction, he quickly made your order before handing it to Azul (who had been hoping for some rest behind the counter before seeing you). Jade was saying something about how Azul really needed to be quicker with processing orders - Azul was pretty sure that Jade knew about his feelings toward the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm.

Azul sighed softly before trudging back to you, the food and drink you ordered held in a tray. "There you go."

As you inquired about what his previous words had been about, he saw the teasing glint in your eyes.

Did you know?

"It was nothing- I just like you a-" A slip of the tongue. Damn it. He hadn't meant to say that. He quickly backed away before almost sprinting to the VIP Room, his cheeks flushed a bright red. He almost ran into the doorframe though (which Jade may or may not have taken a picture of).

Bonus:

"I told you that Azul likes you a lot." Jade smiled, a small glint of his teeth showing. "Did you plan this?" "Jade might've given Azul an unusual mushroom~" That sing-songy voice had to be Floyd's. "I knew it." You rolled your eyes a little. "That was cute, though. Although your method might have been a little mean. Poor Azul." "You can go talk to him after you enjoy your meal." Jade smiled at you. "And Floyd, you haven't had anything to eat. Perhaps you would like one of the mushroom soups I've made?" "No- I've had enough of your mushrooms." A soft whine came out of the other tweel's lips. "But maybe Koebi-chan wants some?" "Thanks for the offer, but I probably should go to Azul as soon as possible." You laughed softly. "There's no telling what's happening to him right now, after all."

Jade Leech

Jade had a heavy mishap on his hands. He had gone a bit overboard with picking his mushrooms, and then Floyd had gone and messed with his careful labeling.

And then he didn't check the contents and labels thoroughly before he put them into a little snack for himself.

So now here he was, stumbling to Ramshackle Dorm for no reason in particular.

It was a wonder how he hadn't stumbled off the path, what with the hallucinations he was seeing.

He stumbled inside (luckily the door wasn't locked), quickly moving to your room.

At first you thought he was Floyd due to how off he was acting. But nope, that was definitely Jade.

"Jade?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at the male. "What are you doing here?"

"I love youuuuu." Well, that was a surprise.

Now you were really wondering if this wasn't Floyd. It sounded like something he would say.

As the tall male draped himself over you, you awkwardly tried to get both of you comfortable on the small chair. It was no use, however, as you toppled off of your chair and onto the ground.

You let out a soft huff, staring up at Jade who had fallen on top of you. How fun…

He seemed to have fallen asleep, relaxed on top of you. Well, at least he didn't seem to have gotten hurt.

You awkwardly patted his hair as you gave up trying to move. The floor was uncomfortable… But you could bear it, you didn't want to stop looking at Jade's sleeping face.

Riddle Rosehearts

Ace, the prankster he was, had put in an insane amount of sugar in some cookies he was making. He had then given the cookies to Riddle.

The unsuspecting Riddle had accepted the cookies, feeling a bit confused. Why was Ace making cookies…? No matter.

He was starting to eat some of the cookies when you had been brought to the Heartslabyul dorm (totally not by force).

You were also confused, and for good reason. Ace was saying something about pranking his housewarden, but to be honest? What reason did he have for calling you here?

You were pretty sure it was just so Ace didn't get punished. He didn't want to keep getting in trouble, after all. Though, the rational thought would be to not prank Riddle at all… But oh well.

"Hey, Riddle," you said, feeling a bit uncertain. You smiled a little at the male.

"Oh- hi, kantokusei." The red-haired male blinked at you, looking confused.

"Yeah, so- Ace dragged me here? I don't really know why, but-"

He paused for a heartbeat before replying. "I don't know why he brought you here either." He sighed softly, shaking his head.

"Well…" You shrugged awkwardly. "Are those cookies any good?" You gestured vaguely towards the plate in front of him.

"They're too sweet." Riddle frowned a little. "Ace has no delicacy in doing these things, he thinks more is always better."

You let out a soft laugh. "Sounds like him." Just as you reached for a cookie, his hand brushed past yours.

He froze, cheeks flushing adorably. All the sugar in his system was making his heart race and not be focused on what he was thinking.

Before he could even question it, he grabbed your hands. "…I like you a lot." he got out before freezing yet again, hands still holding yours. Why had he said that?

Little did either of you know, Ace was wheezing behind the closed door. He had put in a small little potion, nothing major, that caused a person to say what they felt to the person they liked. He had gotten it from Azul, and it clearly had worked.

The deal had been worth it to get blackmail on his housewarden. Now, if only he could somehow use this to get rid of Riddle as housewarden and all of his strict rules… That would be great. Maybe he could even actually win?

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#twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #disney twst #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader

[iwasbored777]

Your post about Adrien being the mc made me think about how much the fandom wants to cling to the previous tropes, stereotypes and cliches. Just the other day, I heard criticism where salters were saying that the PV works better and I know that they like it more is because it's dark and edgy. Not that those things are bad, but people should at point stop and realise that ML is not about those and is never going to be.

Every rewrite I ran into is too dark and it usually kicks Marinette out of the story and makes Adrien what Félix is or literally ruins Marinette's character and makes Gabriel a redeemable father who loves his son and marries Nathalie later, Chloé and Lila are redeemed too and usually one of them gets Adrien and Ladybug's costume is always more complicated than originally. And everyone is always like "Adrien would've been so much better if he's serious and treats Marinette like sh*t, that would make so much more sense and it would make Marinette a way better character for falling in love with a dude who hates her 👍". I mean I know y'all have that kink because usually in fics Adrien is a lot rougher and meaner to Marinette but that's literally why they created Adrien as he is because they knew Marinette would never fall for a guy like that. And they literally see a trailer that reveals nothing and go like "this would've been better". And you know that how when you didn't get to see a single ep of this? I bet if they didn't ditch that project the fandom would say that THIS version would've been better and so on. People are never happy with the final product. Just like they always look at deleted movie scenes and early concept and say movie makers should've left that as it was.

#miraculous ladybug #Ml fandom salt #ml ask #ask and answer

[litgwritersroom]

Idk if this is a uncommon request but can we get a AJ fic she didn’t deserve to be such a great character but get stuck in a bad season

HELPING HAND

AJ/MC - 2400+ words - @crimswnred

Studious Riley is already over AJ and her jock antics before she even knows her. But she also has trouble telling people 'no'. So when her professor asks her to tutor A.J.... what could go wrong?

Riley adjusted the backpack on her shoulders as she nodded to what the professor was saying. She should've known that it was a bad idea to offer herself as a class monitor but she needed the extra credit and there was no way she was going to write another fucking essay about legal studies – not if she could avoid it. Seb had warned her before about the bad side of being a monitor, himself being one. "He'll ask you for help with trouble, especially if the trouble in question is a jock."

But she took the spot because Professor Jake Wilson was her favourite. He was so smart, so intellectual and he never once in his life mistreated a student. Every single soul in Uni was in love with that man. He was so nice, so kind and if he wasn't married to Professor Savannah, he would surely get a lot of proposals.

The worst of it all was that Mr Wilson wasn't asking her. Not directly, he would never. He told her a little story about the local hockey team, of how they were finally showing what they came for with a winning strike now that the team's star had her chance to shine. Apparently, in his mind, the team's captain was some kind of local hero and it was such a shame she couldn't keep up with the classes.

In all honesty, Riley would've been fine with it if it wasn't for the minor detail that the team's captain was Anna Julia Jones and that Riley despised her. And don't you dare think it was just because AJ was a jock, because the reasons were never-ending. Firstly, she was noisy, loud, like a fucking puppy that loves to bark at birds or whatever. Secondly, she was a flirt, always with some cheesy lines to the girls. Thirdly, she was the reason Kelly Edwards wouldn't look at Riley.

She hated how Kelly would look at AJ as if she was anything but a Beach Barbie look alike. What was there to look at, after all? A muscled tanned 5'10 body? Dirty blonde wavy hair that looked great in a ponytail? Caramel eyes that were always gleaming with humour and a smile that wouldn't ever drop from her lips? A small, button nose that wrinkled when she made a joke?

Please, she wasn't even that hot.

"Riley?"

Professor Wilson's words brought her back to reality and Riley immediately snapped her dark eyes back to him. He smiled, sweetly, like he always did when he knew he was going to ask her the impossible. And she smiled back, as she always did when she was too afraid of disappointing him.

"Of course, Mr Wilson, I can help Miss Jones with her finals," Riley said, trying her best to not grind her teeth.

"Thank you so much, Riley!" The Professor said with relief stamped all over his face. "I'll send her your number."

"You desperately need to learn how to say no."

By lunch, there were no texts from AJ yet, thankfully. If anything, she would decline the offer from Mr Wilson – at least, that was what Riley was hoping for. The hockey team's captain was known for being a little stubborn and having a big ego, so maybe accepting her help was something way too hurtful for her pride.

"I just don't wanna disappoint him," Riley sighed, looking at Iona, who was eating a salad next to her carefully, so it wouldn't ruin her perfect makeup. "I can't."

Iona rolled her eyes. "Please, you don't even like men! Plus, he's married."

Riley nudged Iona lightly on her shoulder. "Iona!" She gasped, making the blonde laugh. "It's not that, ew."

"Admit it, you finally had your straight awakening and the man responsible is your Economics professor!"

"Who had a straight awakening?"

The two of them looked up, meeting a grinning Seb. He left his black, dirty backpack over the table and sat down in front of them with a food tray before him. With a confused look in his eyes, he eyed the two girls.

"Riley, she's into Mr Wilson," Iona replied with a devilish smile.

"What?" Seb laughed before looking Riley dead in the eye. "I thought I was going to be your straight awakening."

"Shut up!" Riley roared, rolling her eyes. "I'm gay. G, A, Y, a lesbian. I like girls. Women!"

"That's great, 'cause same," Riley heard behind her, her smile dropping at the same time she turned.

There she was, Anna Julia Jones, biting down a laugh as if she had just heard the funniest thing ever in the middle of a library and Noah Alexander was working there – and god forbid if he heard a single sound coming from your mouth. Her sports jacket covered half her body and the cap with the Uni symbol barely let them see her dirty blonde hair.

Riley cleared her throat, feeling Iona shaking with laughter behind her. "Excuse me?"

"I like girls too." AJ nodded.

As if the whole Uni didn't know that already.

"I meant: what are you doing here?" Riley screwed her nose at her.

AJ sat next to her, taking the rest of the bench. She was taller than Riley expected and even more muscled than she remembered. She rested her elbow on the table and her hand on her palm, turning her body to face Riley.

With a teasing smile, she said, "Didn't Jake tell you?"

Jake, not Professor Wilson like anyone else. Jake. Just another reminder that she was better and more special than Riley.

"He told me you would text me," Riley folded her arms.

"Yeah but I thought it would be weird, so I just came to meet you!" She said, straightening up and displaying a hand for Riley to shake. "I'm Anna Julia but you can call me AJ, everybody does."

She looked at the displaying hand. Tanned with long fingers and short black nails. She reached for it, grabbing for a stiff shake, finding it surprisingly soft and callused, too delicate for a hockey player.

"I'm Riley."

Anna Julia Jones couldn't keep the smile off her face.

Everyone had called her crazy and said the plan was naive if anything. It wouldn't work, no, actually, it would backfire so hard that she would be whining about it in a few days. Nicky was the most sceptical of them, promising AJ there wasn't a single chance that she would convince Jake of asking his best student to help her. And all that, for what, to get laid? It was foolishness.

But everyone was, oh, so wrong…

Because Jake, AJ's lovely brother-in-law, had given exactly what she asked first. It had been a journey to try and convince him she was having difficulties in Economics for a whole semester and that she wasn't just faking it – which, for the record, she was. It was even worse to lie right in Coach Mason's face during the tryouts, saying it was too hard for her to keep up with the class as she tried her best with training. 

And what a lovely coincidence it was that Jake and Mason were close friends and that AJ's older sister, Savannah, was over the moon with AJ's results during the season and would be devastated if her younger sister couldn't play anymore. And that Jake was a devoted husband. And who would've thought that Riley Atwood needed the extra credit? It was like destiny itself was on AJ's side on this – and not that she planned every single detail of this whole thing.

And no, not just so she could get laid.

But because Riley fucking Atwood was the most beautiful creature AJ had ever seen and just looking at her made her stomach flip. She had gorgeous dark green eyes that were always serious, a gleaming mocha skin that AJ dreamed of kissing and touching, lovely furrowed brows that were so fucking expressive and heart-shaped lips that were extremely attractive.

AJ got herself daydreaming of her whenever she could. Sometimes, her dreams were about beach dates and how beautiful her curly hair would look as the wind blew. Other times, in the middle of the night, AJ would think of kissing her lips, her skin, giving her tiny bites around her breasts and tracing a trail between her legs.

So lying wasn't a big deal. Not when AJ had never felt like this, not that strong. She was even ashamed of her player history, wondering if Riley was aware that she was probably the only LGBT woman AJ hadn't fucked yet. And if she knew, would she be able to see past it?

"It worked, it fucking worked!" She shouted, slamming the door open.

Bobby jumped on his seat, resting a hand over his chest right after. On the other side of the little house they shared, Nicky caught her eye and huffed with annoyance. He uncrossed his legs and then crossed them again before going back to take notes from the book on his side to the notebook in front of him.

“Someone’s in a mood…” AJ commented in a singing voice as she left her orange backpack on the couch and sat down next to Bobby.

“He’s studying,” Bobby explained as he scrolled on his phone. “You know, the thing you’re purposely avoiding to do.”

“Yeah, and it worked!” AJ squealed with happiness. “She’s going to tutor me.”

“This is gonna backfire so hard and blow up on your face,” Nicky said between his teeth as he turned on his chair to face them. “Bobby, tell her…”

Bobby turned to AJ with a smile. “She’s gonna figure it out and it’s gonna be terrible and you’re gonna cry for like a weak till you find your next lesbian obsession.”

“No, she’s not gonna find out unless one of you tells her,” AJ winked at Bobby before facing Nicky. “And you’re not gonna do that, right, Nicky?”

Nicky rolled his eyes, turning back to his notebook.

AJ shook her head, sinking into the couch. “You guys would get it if you saw her.”

“You sound like Bobby when he met the library guy for the first time,” Nicky remarked.

“Oi!” Bobby frowned. “Don’t drag me into this.”

“It was pretty funny,” AJ giggled beside him. “Oh, his voice is sooooo smooth.”

Bobby blushed, “That didn’t happen.”

“It did.” Both AJ and Nicky retorted at the same time.

Bobby was about to add something but the sound of the door interrupted him. AJ turned to face the door, watching as Genevieve made her way inside the shared house with a tired face and a sigh. She took her heels off and left her handbag over the kitchen table before sitting between Bobby and AJ.

Genevieve was a year older than AJ (and Bobby). She was lovely, the mum of their little group and also a med student, which was the main reason why she looked tired all the time. AJ hugged her from her side and Bobby did the same, them both squeezing her.

“All right, all right,” Viv giggled, patting them on their hats. “You look like cats.”

AJ was about to make a joke about it when a notification sound came from her phone. She bolted to her backpack – which was now fallen on the ground – and quickly grabbed it, her heart hammering in her chest.

"It's her!" She giggled, opening her phone.

Riley: tomorrow @ 4pm. library. don't be late.

"So, yeah, knowing that, all you need to do is the regression analysis," Riley explained, tapping her pen against the book's hardcover.

AJ just nodded, already writing down the formula in her notebook. For someone that was failing the subject, she had caught up really quick. In less than 5 minutes, the question was already answered and the calculus was correct, shocking Riley – maybe the hockey captain wasn't that much of a dumbass.

"That's…" Riley cracked, incapable to believe her own words. "That's correct."

With a smile that was too sweet for Riley's liking, AJ nodded and turned back to her, so they could keep their study session going. But instead, Riley huffed, closing her book and resting her elbows on the table, narrowing her eyes as she steepled her hands together.

"What's your deal, Anna Julia?" she asked, to which AJ only responded with a confused look. "Why did you ask me for help?"

AJ tilted her head, her hair falling to the side like beautiful blonde cascades – not that Riley would notice it, after all, she was not that hot. "I told you, I'm failing-..."

"Why?" Riley pressed. "Why are you failing? You know the subject, you literally wrote down the equation and solved the exercise without needing me to explain it to you. So, why?"

AJ swallowed hard. Bingo. Riley was right, there was something behind that little theatre but what? What could she possibly want from her?

"Cause I wanted to go out with you."

Oh.

Well.

You could say Riley was not expecting that.

So she did the one thing that she could. She chuckled with nervousness. "What?"

"I like you and I wanna take you on a date."

"So you failed Economics?"

It wasn't supposed to sound that aggressive but it did and now AJ was screwing her face into a grimace and Riley's heart sunk.

Why did it sink? She hated jocks.

She hated AJ.

Wait, did she? Why?

Because AJ was a flirt that jumped around from bed to bed as if she was some kind of adult version of Tigger. Because she had probably slept with every queer woman on campus except for Riley. Because she was too loud with her group of friends that loved to joke mid-class. Because she thought she ruled that damned place just 'cause she knew her way around with a stick – no pun intended. And because she had slept with Kelly and Riley…

Well, Riley did not.

So yeah, she didn't like AJ. But did she hate her?

"Listen, AJ, you should focus on your finals…"

But AJ just scrunched her nose, crossing her arms and legs like a kid, making it very, very hard for Riley to not smile. "I'll do it if you go out on a date with me."

"AJ…"

"If not for me then for Jake." She straightened her posture, eyes focused on Riley, who had never seen her so serious. "I mean, professor Wilson."

Riley bit her tongue, trying to avert AJ's eyes but her own kept coming back as if they were magnets. She sighed, already feeling herself crumbling.

Iona was right. She definitely needed to learn how to say no.

"All right, I'm going out with you."

#litg #litg writers room #writers room #litg fanfic #litg aj #litg season 3 #crimswnred

[joeey-dee]

I don't get people.

Why do you read a fic you obviously won't like because you don't like the main couple and then leave a rude comment. And just to be a complete asshole, block the author of said story so they can't reply to you.

People seriously suck sometimes. Why read something you don't like? Why comment if you have nothing nice to say? And why not even giving me a chance to reply to you? How miserable and cowardly does one have to be? Seriously!

What is so difficult about the concept don't like don't read and don't be an asshole for no reason.

Write your own damn story instead of bringing down the mood on my stories.

Seriously the one thing I can say is the Canarrow people are all really nice, positive and encouraging people. While my limited experience with Olicity people was rather negative, except for one who's a complete sweetheart and loves my Canarrow fic and doesn't mind my frequent rants and criticism about Olicity even though she disagrees with most of it. Which is how one should be. Or if you can't handle someone criticizing your OTP don't read stories that clearly state that they are not going to be the end goal.

Just move on. Don't read, don't be rude in the comments and if you are incapable of doing that, at least have the guts and give the author a chance to reply. It's the least you can do. Especially when you are too deluded to admit that Oliver loved Sara and Sara loved Oliver and claim Sara is gay and that is why she and Oliver can't be endgame. WTF?! 

There would be no Green Arrow without Sara. Their affair is the reason the Arrowverse even exists. If Oliver and Sara hadn't been involved, Oliver and Felicity would've never met.

Sorry, for my rant but this person just pissed me off and I can't even let them know because they have the audacity to block me and then comment on my fic.

Joke's on them, I let AO3 know and made a harassment claim. Should've just let me reply. Also this is not the first time they left rude comments simply because they don't like Canarrow and some of my fics have both the Canarrow and Olicity tag, because those are accurate for those stories, the main couple is always obvious though. At the beginning I could reply and they ended up deleting their comments, now they blocked me and still leave rude comments.

It is very hurtful behavior, I always get excited when get the notification from AO3 that someone commented on my fic, only to then get a very rude, unnecessary comment from someone who seems to enjoy just being mean and tearing people down. It takes a very long time to write a fic, and then to get comments like those… I don’t mind criticism, it helps me grow as a writer, but I hate the comments people make just to ruin someone’s day for no apparent reason.

I’m sorry if the reason is that the Olicity writers in general aren’t that good, because most of them are teenage girls, no offense, they are still learning and need to do it somewhere, the stories I wrote as a teen were pretty bad too, but I kept at it and have grown as a writer. It can be frustrating if the only stories you get about a couple you love are badly written ones, but that still is no reason to attack the author of a not badly written story simply for not writing the couple you want. Write your own fic if you don’t find what you are looking for. It is one of the main reason why I write, there are almost no Canarrow fics out there, which blows my mind, they are by far the best and healthiest Arrowverse couple out there.

Okay, I think I’m done, lol.

#rant #i just needed to get this off my chest #some people suck #don't be an asshole #otp: i chose you / i'm gonna stay with you #don't block me and then comment negatively on one of my stories #such cowardly behavior #if you attack me at least give me the chance to reply #why can't we just respect each others opinion and get along #arrow fic #canarrow fic #anti bullying #anti toxic olicity people #don't like don't read it's no that difficult #and Sara Lance is not gay! seriously! #there would be no arrowverse without Oliver and Sara's love (affair)

[lotusquil]

What infuriates you with Descendants? In terms of the lore , worldbuilding and characters?

I don't even know where to begin...

There are plot holes, side stories that were left in the shadows that didn't add to the plot. That tangled in and took focus away in one spot or went unexplained and under the radar in the others. Like the Anti Hero club. Small but and then nothing.

The world makes no sense in that the maps we see online have no representation to the real world despite these being very REAL places. Like how Olympus is near the Great Wall of China... On top of that the timeline makes no sense. They compressed everything and added modern technology and ruined movie canon for this. By the time Auradon existed, Hercules, Mulan, Aladdin, etc should've been DEAD. I think they couldve been logically added by shrinking and extending different parts of the timeline instead of smashing into a jumple one fits all pot. Like in my fic, the gods still preexist some few hundred years, rather than 2000. Put some thought and logic into why things are.

CHARACTERS UGH. OKAY. The naming conventions are possibky my biggest pet peeve. Herkie? Hadie? Starting letters and thats about it? What about country of origin and meaning? Hercules had 50 kids in actual mythology, it takes one search to find something more befitting. Also Lonnie and Lil Shang offended me as an Asian because I saw a lot of the wrong order for their names. And Lonnie...isn't exactly an Asian name. A lot of kids go by something 'American' to fit in, but I would've liked to have seen more of her ethnicity shine considering the pride her parents bring their country.

The charaters are also weak. Little development, or holed into one persona which gets blown into a stereotype or limited. Give me growth, desires, failures.

Also these whole ass countries wouldn't have joined under a single rule umbrella. Especially not China...

I could add more but unfortunately, I have places to be today...

[screwpinecaprice]

Oh yeah, this is how it goes down in my head.

There was this fanfic where Connie wanted to out-propose Steven. (I can't remember what it is or where I read it... I'll edit it here when it's found!*) And there was this one night where she considered dropping the stress of constantly being worried about how to do it and about Steven proposing to her first because she couldn't decide fast enough; and just ask it if Steven wakes up and sees her holding the ring. That wasn't how it went however and she did eventually propose to him more dramatically, tears and smaltz and all. It was pretty nice and sweet. (I just can't remember if she was the one who asked first...)

It'd be pretty funny tho, if she makes it all anticlimatic and did ask him that night.

*This is the fic in reference, and man, I really misrecollected some parts. ^^;  [EDITED: I think the fic is gone now?]

#connverse #Connie Maheswaran #Steven Quartz Universe #SU #SU comic #SU fancomic #inspired by a fic #Not that that's how that fic should've go. That would've ruined the story! #That Cookiecat clock slowly feeds on your soul in your sleep. #haha I knew it looked kinda weird but I didn't bother fixing it #Yeah that clock is the same clock we see in the show. Duuude they wouldn't need a handyman they just give it #a little Steven spittle and their stuff will probably last forever! #probably #my shiz #Aw gawd I made his eyes bigger again! They aren't suppose to be bigger than Connie's (...according to my headcanon.) #too late to fix it now #comics #my comics

[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

Sweater Weather

I enjoy the headcanon of Doofus Rick having a variety of sweaters. And after looking at stock photos, I was inspired to write this fic. Hope you guys like it.

In this fic Ricks sweater causes some conflict.

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In the great vastness of space, one could learn the true meaning of loneliness. For miles upon miles, floating upon nothing, you could say it was like sailing across the sea. Yet, unlike the salt or crashing waves of the ocean, you two would navigate across star systems or avoid asteroid fields, while at the same time enjoy the peace which comes from being somewhere uncongested. However, as fascinating as it was to go on intergalactic, space adventures, one of the things you didn't enjoy was the extreme temperature changes; most of the time, you'd stay in the ship or stay home if a planet's climate was too cold for your taste, but on this occasion, Rick needed an extra pair of hands when you two stopped on Mars after spending most of the day at the Jerryboree.

After Zeta-7 had traded a few items of his own to obtain what he came for at a reduced price, you two ran as fast as you could back towards the ship, but by the time the ship was out of the Martian orbit, you were chilled to the bone. Rubbing your arms, you shivered. "I wonder if I'll ever get used to this."

Your breath came out like a cloud of smoke and the cold that had seemed mild at first had numbed your face and extremities. Rick turned up the heat, as well as turned on the seat warmers and offered you a freeze-dried Phytonian branch worm, but you passed on the offer. You knew it would have warned you up straight away, but the last time you tried one of those things, you had a stomach ache for three days. Concerned, he placed the ship on autopilot and did his best to search around in the back seat for anything you could use to warm up, but then as though it struck him on the head he groaned. "Darn it, I-I forgot that I removed the spare blanket to wash it."

"Where is it now?"

"I-I left it in the dryer."

You thought of telling him that it wasn't his fault he forgot it since you had distracted him this morning with a video about ninja cats, but it wouldn't have helped the situation. "Ricky," you tried to ease him with a weak smile but your teeth chattered. "it's not a big deal. Besides, we're not that far from home."

However, he wasn't convinced. You weren't as experienced when it came to space travel, but you knew well enough of the possible dangers associated with extreme body temperature shifts. The chill you had spread deep into your bones until you thought you'd rattle if shaken; a lick of fear traveling down your spine but otherwise you didn't feel too bad. Nonetheless, Rick was concerned for your well-being, and knowing you two were hundreds of thousands of miles away from your dimension's version of Earth, he made a decisive decision and started removing articles of his own clothing. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

With a blush, he handed you not only his knitted Jerry sweater but also his labcoat; leaving him in a thin t-shirt which had a snoopy patch on the right shoulder; how cute. "I hope it'll s-suffice until we get home."

"But what about you? What are you going to wear?"

Flashing you a stern look which left little room for argument, you slipped on his sweater and lab coat, and was delighted to feel a little more like yourself and relaxed by its scent; it was his essence; that of vanilla, of his home, and something you couldn't quite think of; chemicals perhaps. "Hmm, your clothes are a lot more comfortable than I expected them to be. How um…..how do I look?"

Turning down the lights and switching back to manual, he nodded. "It suits you m-mi corazón."

You admired its softness and passed your hand over the tight, twisted knit. It was a lovely shade of light sage green, and had a picture of a smiling Jerry holding a titanic ship model; you thought it was sweet that it was a picture of his friend. So many things this man-made or owned had a purpose or a story; this piece was most likely made to brighten up the day that the Jerrys in his care were having. Your Rick really was a good man; better yet because he saw the value in regular folk who probably didn't see it in themselves. "I like your clothes, Rick," you commented; your heart warmed by his goodness. "they seem to carry bits of you in them."

"Th-that could be said about any piece of clothing that's been worn. They carry bits of our DNA." he stated matter of factly.

"Eh….that's... I mean I get that, but that's not where I was going with this. I meant that they're soft and warm like you Ricky. You enjoy dressing comfortably, don't you? You own a variety of sweaters."

"Wh-who doesn't? I've sort of been dressing th-the same way for the last twenty or so years but when I met you, I had more opportunities to dress up. However, the older I get, the more often I'm in need of something a-a bit warmer and gentler on my skin. Actually, some of my clothes are locked to my particular genetic signature so that they'll or adjust according to the weather or climate. That way, I'll have less t-to carry on certain excursions."

"Incredible, that'll certainly come in handy, but can I ask you something?"

"Y-yes?"

"I know you're focused on driving," you started, wondering if your assumptions were correct. "but is there a reason why you haven't looked me in the eyes since we left Mars, or am I just thinking too much?"

He visibly stiffened, but he still didn't face you. Rick seemed troubled, for he tightened his grip on the wheel. Maybe this hadn't been the best time to ask, but what else could you have done? If you didn't ask, how else would you have known? Still, if you had waited, you would've noticed the red light blinking on the control panel sooner. It was a caution light, but you weren't so concerned, but you should've been.

Rick had opened his mouth to answer, with a faraway look in his eyes, but in the blink of an eye he made a sharp left turn around some space junk; jostling you two as well as the cargo. That was another thing you hated about space was Earth's contribution to its pollution. Unknowingly, you two had deviated from the usual course by a few miles, leading you two into a dangerous situation. Whether it was the fault of his navigation equipment or his lack of focus you didn't know, but it took a couple of minutes of evading space junk before you two could breathe a sigh of relief. And at the first opportunity, he switched the ship back to autopilot. "I'm s-sorry about that. I'm usually a better driver." he started, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced out the window in search of an answer in the emptiness of space. You couldn't see anything except for a few stars and the Earth straight ahead, but you had a feeling that where he was looking was somewhere you couldn't see. When he was ready, he turned around in his seat to glance at you, but then quickly turned back to face the steering wheel. How odd. "T-t-to answer your question," he stammered. "y-you're not thinking too much. I've just been distracted."

"Oh, okay."

"Are y-you alright? Nothing hurts does it?"

"I mean, other than feeling wide awake now, no harm was done I guess, but what happened? It isn't like you to let your mind wander while we're out here. Rick, would you like me to take over the wheel so you can straighten out your thoughts?"

"No, it's not - I can do it. I got this."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm, as long as I-I focus on the wheel."

He hadn't really answered your original question, but since you guys nearly avoided death, it probably wasn't a good time.

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He parked the ship in his garage, and since it wasn't that late, you two walked over to your home. Rick hadn't said much since earlier, but you figured he'd let you know what was bothering him later. As soon as you crossed the threshold of your home, you started a pot of coffee for Rick to drink when it was ready. Then, you got a blanket from the closet and offered it to him just in case he was cold, but he didn't care for one. He was still in a mood, and you wondered if the reason you'd upset him was that you were still wearing his sweater. "You probably want this back right?"

Slipping out of his sweater and labcoat, you felt the temperature difference immediately and took up the blanket you had taken out and wrapped it around yourself. "Thanks for letting me borrow them. I'll be sure to pack something with me next time."

"I'm n-not sure if that's such a-a good idea." he said with seriousness.

"What do you mean?"

The lines around his eyes deepened, as well as the creases of his forehead, and there was a pensive cloudiness of his usually electric blues. Frustrated, he bit down on his lip almost hard enough to make it bleed. "B-because it's distracting."

"What?"

He continued. "I-I should've brought you home first or gotten the parts a different time."

"But I thought you wanted help." you sniffled.

"Y-you don't understand."

"What's there to understand?" you retorted; sinking into the couch as tears stung the back of your eyes, and threatened to come out. "You...you don't want me to help you anymore? I thought we were a team."

Your saddened state shifted his sour mood, and he apologized. "Gosh, please don't cry mi corazón, I-I didn't mean it."

"But you sai-"

"I'm not upset at you," he reassured you. "I'm disappointed in myself for allowing this to happen. I've become complacent and I-I should've been prepared. You could've gotten sick, hurt, or worse just because I got distracted. Next time I'll bring you your own sweater and snacks or whatever you want."

"Is it because you don't want me wearing yours? Did I ruin it or something?"

"No, it's because," he swallowed, unsure how to broach the subject. "cuando lo usas, es… es apretado."

What? You understood the part where he said you used it, but not the rest. Pulling out your phone from your pocket, you asked Google what all of that just meant, but the answer you got didn't help. "Rick, should I be offended?"

"I-I hope not. I promise it's not what you're thinking."

"Then what is it? I'm not getting any clear answers here."

"I um - I'm sorry if I offended you. It's not what I intended to do. I know what I'm about t-to tell you sounds silly since I had hoped I'd outgrow this, but I still feel shy around you."

This much you did know. He was overly conscious of himself, his actions, and how he might disappoint or be lacking, but most of all was hateful of his own inadequacies. Yet, for where he found fault, you found virtue and you would remind him of that, but in this case, you simply needed to listen. "That's okay, I already knew that."

"I don't feel like that all the time, but today I got embarrassed all of a sudden. I-I don't know what happened. Y-you were wearing my clothes and I saw your silhouette in the starlight and I got nervous."

Huh? That's what was bothering him?

"Why?"

"It um - it made me wonder what it'd be like if we lived together and…oh, it's embarrassing."

The hand which he had resting on the couch gripped the fabric tightly, and he was mortified because he had been distracted by you; which under normal circumstances he'd be able to remain calm. Covering his hand with yours, you gave him a squeeze."No, I would like to hear what you were thinking about very much."

Lacing his fingers with yours, you two sat there for a matter of minutes as he gathered his thoughts together. When he calmed a little, he confessed. "I thought about what it'd be like t-to wake up right next t-to you and not be alone anymore. I-I think about it a lot."

"Oh." That hadn't been what you expected. However, was it really so strange? He had intended to propose months ago, but ever since the moment had been spoiled he hadn't attempted to try again; if it had gone well, you two might've been married by now. Though, who was to say he didn't dream of it? Of what he'd always wanted, of a family or of the life in which he needed? Perhaps gentle encouragement wouldn't hurt.

"You know," you responded with a serious, but gentle candor. "you're not the only one who thinks about us living together. I'm very happy here and I love what we do together. And although we've had times where we respected one another's space, I don't mind if that changes. However, there are things that aren't so simple. For example, if I would've known that I could borrow your clothes whenever I liked I would've done so more often. Though, only if you hadn't been concerned about me getting accidentally poisoned by chemicals or radiation. Remember that time you literally fought with the laundry?"

"I do remember," he answered wistfully. "it's what prompted me t-to teach you how to use the freeze ray and laser gun correctly."

"I think the longer we're together, the more our lives will intertwine. Meaning, the more we move forward, the more training I'm going to need to fit into this lifestyle of ours. I think I'm going to need a portable scanner that'll allow me to check your clothes before I think of putting them on."

With serious, but tender eyes, he studied you. Then, he picked up his sweater which sat between you two and wondered. "Y-you want to wear my clothes? A great deal of them have seen better days. Are y-you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," you brightened. "because I love the way your clothes smell. If you were away, it'd make me think of you and it...I don't know, makes us seem more domestic. Is that along the lines of what you were thinking?"

"Y-yeah."

"Cool. Glad to know we're on the same page."

Relieved, he pressed a kiss to your temple and seemed ready for that cup of coffee. And as you stood, ready to head to the kitchen to prepare it for him, you mentioned. "And by the way, I gotta tell you something important."

"Gee, what is that?"

Striking a pose, you made him chuckle; that was a good sign. "That it's totally cool to be into me and check me out. I don't mind, and it makes me happy that I know what it takes to catch your eye. However, there's an exception: when we're driving around in space, where anything could kill us, we gotta keep our eyes on the space around us unless on autopilot. Only then," you winked. "might it be okay to be a little distracted."

Fin

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The Silent War

Sooo...remember the last post s8 fix-it post I made? I wrote a little something for it (I’ll upload it on ao3, too, but I still have to make an account there).

It’s not beta read and I suck at writing stuff in English since it’s not my mother tongue. Please bear with me. :)

(Fic’s under the cut)

Our room is dark, the blinds are shut tight

And everything is still too much outside

When he left it hurt like hell. It felt like Shiro had finally run out of time. He should've said something sooner.

There had always been tomorrow, another time, next week, after this mission,when this meeting's over, promise, I'll tell him then!

The war had finally, officially ended. But not for them. The universe was in disarray – all the Galra Empire had left in its wake were ruins and ashes of whole worlds burnt to nothing. The war had never stopped and so their duties as Paladins and diplomats of planet Earth continued to tear them apart. Silently. For no one to see. Not even Shiro.

He only felt the sensation of something finally ripping, when it was too late. Keith was gone. By the time they noticed, he was already on the other end of the known universe, fighting off war criminals and rebuilding what was left of civilizations that had taken the brunt of the Empire's wrath over thousands of years. Somebody had to do it, Shiro told himself again and again. And of course it had to be Keith. This was what he was born for. The stars. If he was completely honest with himself he had always known that the younger man was never meant to stay on the ground with both his feet. The moment he had seen him so many years ago, he had known. Keith was meant to fly and reach for the stars or go crashing down with them.

But it still hurt so much. Because in spite of knowing that this day would come, he still wasn't prepared to let him go. He wasn't prepared to lose the man that meant everything to him.

Maybe it had taken him too long to realize what Keith really meant to him. That he couldn't live without him by his side. There had always been tomorrow, another time, next week... The possibility that there would be a tomorrow without Keith by his side seemed so impossible after all they went through. But maybe that's what went wrong in the end. Shiro had taken Keith for granted – a constant in his life that would always be there, no matter what. And now it was too late.

It may be over but not tonight

I may be older but I still cry

I can't stop sleeping in your clothes

You can't stop calling on the phone

Keith never reacted to any of his text messages. Whether it was because he was busy... or for a whole different reason Shiro didn't even want to think of, he didn't know. Silence was all there was between them now. With every unanswered message the hurt sunk deeper into his heart. It festered there and turned into bitterness with every passing month. He felt hollow inside. As Admiral and part of the Terran Delegation there was quite enough work on his hands to keep him busy for most of the day. But every time he'd come back home to a dark apartment and cold sheets he felt like sinking deeper into an all consuming emptiness. He should've given up trying to contact Keith by now. He knew that. In fact he should've stopped thinking about the other man every waking hour. The only problem was... he didn't know how. It was all he'd ever done.

Can't you see I'm in recovery?

Just let it be, I'm in recovery

I'm holding on, I know I'm almost there

Storm reach out and tell me that you care

It stung like a knife to the chest when he found out that he seemed to be the only one who hadn't heard of Keith for almost a year. He'd met up with Pidge at one point, visited Lance and Allura on New Altea merely two months ago. He'd even made it to congratulate Hunk on his family's new house in person... The only one who hadn't seen him ever since he left... was Shiro.

Later he'd wonder if that had been the last straw. If that was what finally broke him. When he found out Keith was back on earth for a few days without telling him, he snapped. He packed all his stuff and left his office like a raging storm. He knew he shouldn't corner Keith like that. He knew deep down, that it was wrong. Patience yields focus, remember? But he didn't care for one second. His whole body felt numb, yet at the same time so full of cold anger. He needed answers. Nobody stopped him when he mounted one of the hoverbikes and sped off into the desert. He knew exactly where to find Keith.

When he reached the shack he knew Keith was there, even before he saw the younger man's pale face in the door frame. He was hurting them. Both of them and Shiro knew. But there was no turning back from this conversation now. There was no way this could go on for any longer. Shiro already felt like crumbling to pieces, he couldn't stand the silence anymore. At this point he really believed that he couldn't hurt much more. He'd been through torture and war. He'd survived the pits. He'd survived experimentation and losing his arm. He died and came back... But there was no way he could withstand this.

The moment they started talking Shiro could already tell Keith was closing in on himself, building up walls even he couldn't tear down anymore. The telltale twitching of his hands, the way his shoulders hunched... Keith was unreadable to most people. Anyone else would've thought of him as indifferent to what was going on. Shiro, on the other hand, knew what to look for. He could read Keith like a book. And that's where the fighting began.

Being shut out felt like a slap in the face. It burnt right down to his very core.

“It's better this way”, Keith told him. “I'm sorry...”

They screamed at each other. They cried. Two thrashing animals caught in a trap, neither of them ready to go down. Ultimately, it was all in vain. Keith had made his decision, for reasons unknown. He'd take this secret to the grave if he had to. Shiro would never know what drove the former Red Paladin away from him. But his choice was final.

Tears burnt in his eyes, when he turned to leave. He never wanted to do this... But the words bubbled up unbidden, nonetheless.

“Fine... If that's what you want. I won't stop you”, he looked back at Keith and saw the exact moment the words registered and hit home. “But don't expect me to be there when you decide to come back one day.”

That day he had hurt Keith in a way, he'd never forgive himself for. There was no going back from this. The damage had been done. He left without looking back, not expecting Keith to reach out and keep him from leaving. He never did, anyway.

I'm finally sober, I see the light

The worst is over, nobody died

I'm still trying to let you go

Oh baby, please, leave me alone

A brand new war began. One that Shiro wasn't sure he'd survive – a silent war. No one else could see it, but they could feel it. There was tension wherever Shiro went, hanging in the air around him like thick rain clouds. None of his friends dared saying anything – they all knew. They had to know. Because Keith never showed up to any of their anniversaries on New Altea, again. It was a silent war and this... this was Keith's way of opening fire. Shiro embraced it. Swallowed it. And then cried it out into the darkness of his empty bedroom, when no one else would hear.

Can't you see I'm in recovery?

Just let it be, I'm in recovery

I know you wanna say you're sorry

But I don't wanna hear that story

Days bled into weeks, weeks bled into months. His heartache wouldn't fade. Shiro's chest had become an open wound refusing to heal. When was the last time he had laughed? He didn't know. All he did these days was work himself into the ground, working overtime for hours on end until he was either too tired to think or fell asleep in his office. That was until he fainted during a meeting. There's only so much sleep deprivation a human-Galra-hybrid clone body can endure.

When he came to himself again there was a man hovering over him. He remembered him from the Atlas. One of the bridge staff. What was his name again? Carl? Curtis? Curtis.

“Are you alright, Sir?”, he asked.

It's weird... how things change so fast.

Turned out Curtis was what Shiro needed. For the moment. Talking to him was easy... kissing him was easier. Easy was good for now.

They moved in together after dating for a few months. Shiro proposed after another two or three. Of course Curtis said yes. Everything was easy with him. So why did Shiro feel like he was drowning? Sending the invitations to their wedding earned him a few rounds of interrogation from his friends, especially Allura and Pidge. They'd picked up on what had occurred between him and Keith – mainly because Keith had quite regular meetings with Allura and Lance on New Altea, since he became a senior member of the Blades... At least that's what Shiro heard. Both of them knew how much Shiro was hurting, but all they could do was give him sympathetic glances. They knew why Keith did what he did. That maybe protecting his own poor heart from potential hurt was what led to them silently tearing each other apart. It hurt to watch.

Of course they sent an invitation to Daibazaal, too. Since none of them knew Keith's current location, they'd chosen to send it to Krolia instead, knowing Keith would get it, sooner or later. That was Shiro's counterblow in this cold war between them.

Always thought you'd be the one

Who always needed me

My home, you'd be my home

After the wedding, the silence only grew. As did the emptiness in Shiro's life. His marriage lasted for a whole 2 years. The time it took them to get divorced included. There were no “I told you so”s from his friends – only support and a lot of hugs. Shiro didn't know what was worse. Because he himself had known this relationship was meant to crash and burn the moment he had proposed. Maybe before.

He felt terrible. Throwing his own heart in the line of fire because he couldn't let go of someone who clearly didn't want him was one thing... Pulling Curtis into this and putting his heart on the line as well, was a whole different thing. Has he always been such a terrible human being? Could this be the reason why Keith left? Because he'd seen how Shiro hurts the people around him on purpose? There was no way of knowing now. Keith was long gone... and yet, he was still everything Shiro ever knew.

Suddenly, your memory

In time is like an enemy, so cold

Five years. It had been five years since the last time they saw each other. Back in Keith's shack. Shiro's last words still rang in his ears, loud and clear. It had taken him a year or so, until he realized he'd used the same words Adam had thrown at him, before he'd left for the Kerberos mission. It felt like a lifetime ago. Another thing in a long line of things he regretted voicing or not voicing in front of Keith. It seemed like he never told Keith the most important things. But if he did tell him anything, only the wrong things came out. Things he never wanted anyone to hear. Unfair things.

The universe, as Shiro had known it, was in shambles.

A soft ping was all it took to tilt the universe back into the right direction. It was 3:00 am. An unusual time to get notifications nowadays. Shiro had stepped back from a few positions in the past year, slowly letting others take the reins. It was time for him to go back and teach at the Garrison... Or maybe... Maybe one day he'd see the stars again. He could hear them calling already.

Another ping and he was fully awake. With half lidded eyes a grabbed his phone. The bright orange light was nearly blinding in the darkness of his bedroom. He took one look at the display and nearly dropped the device into his own face. Wha-... Was he dreaming?!

There were two messages glaring back at him, taunting him. This had to be a dream. It had to.

Keith (03:02):

Dear Shiro.... I know I fucked up royally. Fuck, I'm not good at this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's been a while..... But can we maybe talk?

Keith (03:03):

I understand if you don't want to. I'll leave you alone if you don't want to see me. But I... I can't do this any longer.

Shiro's heartbeat was deafening. Blood rushed in his ears. He had to pinch himself to make sure this wasn't another cruel dream.

This was happening. This was really happening. It had been five years. Five years of silence.

His fingers moved before he could even register what was happening and pressed “send”.

Shiro (03:05):

Don't be. We both did a lot of fucking up. We can talk whenever you want.

It took about ten minutes and Shiro was ready to dose off again, when his phone went off. It wasn't a text message this time. But a video call.

“Hey.”

A single word. It only took a single word... His voice was tinny and rougher than he remembered. His hair had gotten longer. Long enough to be braided actually. There was an edge to his face that hadn't been there when Shiro last saw him. But it was Keith. Sweet, beautiful Keith.

“Hey”, Shiro replied, his voice raspy and thick with emotions.

They talked. They actually talked. At 3:00 am. Not about what happened between them, not about the reason why Keith left, not about Shiro's marriage or divorce. But they talked about small things, like Keith's latest mission or that annoying woman from the canteen who didn't get the message Shiro was into men. But who could blame her? Ever since Curtis Shiro had never tried dating again.

When they finally hung up it was with the promise of meeting up when Keith got back to earth next month. It was almost 5:00 am. Neither him nor Keith had said it out loud, but it hung between them, so thick it was almost palpable.

“I miss you.”

Can't you see I'm in recovery?

Meeting Keith after all this time was like finally, finally putting the shards of his universe back together. Like finally laying their weapons down and calling off the war they had started on that fateful day in the shack.

It was awkward at first... until it wasn't.

One touch, a simple hand on a shoulder kind of touch, was all it took to open the gates to a flood. There were tears. Lots of tears. Tears of joy and sorrow, of forgiveness and apology. Years worth of silence were shattered by a flood of words. Once they started they couldn't stop. Hugging each other and holding on tight, never wanting to let go ever again.

“I'm so sorry”, whispered Keith in between ugly sobs. “I'm so, so sorry. I thought-... I thought-”

“Shhh”, Shiro tried to calm him, tightening his hold on Keith. But the younger man wasn't having it.

“No-... No, you have to hear this.”

He leaned back a little until he could look into Shiro's eyes. His eyes were red and still full of unshed tears.

“I'm sorry I ran”, Keith tried again. This time his voice was steadier. “I didn't know what to do. I thought... After the war you... You deserved better.”

“Better?”, Shiro frowned. “Better than what?”

“Me.”

At that moment it felt like Shiro's heart would burst out of his chest.

Before he could say anything Keith continued: “I... I thought after all you've been through, you deserved a life far away from war and fights and-... I knew I couldn't give you this.”

Another sob rocked Keith's lean body. He'd bulked up a little over the past few years, but he still felt so small and fragile in Shiro's arms.

“I never wanted to hurt you. But... I was afraid... Of hurting myself.”

There was a moment of silence. But a different kind of silence – a pleasant one. Finally, finally Shiro understood.

“You were trying to protect your heart”, he whispered.

Keith's eyes went wide for a second. But he nodded nonetheless. There was nothing left for him to lose. He'd lived five years without Shiro by his side... He'd been through hell already. All because he couldn't just tell Shiro how he felt.

“Well”, the corners of Shiro's mouth turned up into a soft smile. “there's no need to. Never was.”

Again Keith's eyes went wide, his brows rising almost comically high. Slowly, to give him enough time to pull back if that wasn't what he wanted, Shiro leaned down, until their lips were almost touching.

“I never told you this. I never found the right moment... and then you were gone”, with every word their lips brushed against each other. Keith closed his eyes. “Maybe I can tell you now.”

And with that he closed the distance between them.

Kissing Keith was everything he ever imagined it would be... and still so much more. The soft, warm feeling of his lips, the slow drag of his tongue against Shiro's bottom lip were intoxicating. He was done for. He knew that the moment he had to lean back and take a breath. He already missed the warmth of Keith's lips on his.

“I love you.”

The confession left his lips and he couldn't stop. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Tears filled the younger man's eyes again.

“I love you, too.”

For the first time in years it felt like there was a silver lining at the horizon.

They could to this. They could make this right. It had taken them five years, but finally, finally the universe seemed whole again.

The war of silence was finally over.

Song: “Recovery” by LP

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