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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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Bunny’s 200 follower event

request: hi hi!! i just saw ur matchups event and i’m super excited... also idk if i’m doing this right 👀 but uh could i have 2 hq matchups? ☺️ i’m a cancer and most likely an infj! i am pretty loyal to people i’m close eith, but otherwise, i’m kinda quiet and closedoff with others. i’m also pretty sensitive and empathetic when i can be 😖 oh! and uhh some of my hobbies include journaling, crocheting, and hiking/walking. now, as for a s/o, i really admire determined and thoughtful people!! (part one ⛈) (part two ⛈) i also like people who are on the more quiet side, but ngl, i love people with a bunch of energy too... so i mean, i could go either way 😅 and uhh i would NOT like a partner who is too cold or insensitive... or anyone who is too immature 😳 oh, some things i didn’t mention before: i’m kinda short (barely 5’2”) and uhh yeah idk if that means anything loll 👀 anyways that’s it :D tysm!! congrats on 200!! 💕

a/n: I’m happy you’re excited!! And don’t worry you did do this right lol! Thank you and I hope you enjoy! I’m also officially adding you as ⛈ anon so this will be easier for you to track :) hello ⛈ anon okok enjoy lol

Warnings: slight timeskip spoilers!

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(づ￣ ³￣)づ Sugawara Koushi

Ok so hear me out, YES he’s a Gemini and yes you’re a cancer but this is so perfect on all other levels

This mf has to be one of the most determined and thoughtful people I know

Not to mention I think he’s the perfect balance of quiet but also energetic! And he has company that match both so he’s able to match your energy any day of the week

He’s also not quiet in a boring way ya know?

He will tease you lovingly, but in private cause he doesn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea that they can tease you too or something

He’s also mature in a genuine way, like understanding of other people’s perspectives type mature

Not that faux I’m a dude type mature

Ok anyways onto your relationship

He will shamelessly ask for a crocheted scarf, mittens, and sweater

And he WILL wear them

They can be a set or not doesn’t matter his heart might actually burst if you give him anything of yours that you’ve crocheted

Pls he has a scarf you made him when it starts getting colder outside and one day a kid in his class asked about it and he was so 🤩

It took everything in him not to talk about you and your scarf all day

He simply told them his spouse made it for him and yes every kid immediately wanted one ☝🏼

Your loyalty and dedication to the relationship would mean a lot to him and he’d always be doing his best to show you he is just as dedicated

I feel like he’d do that like trying out your hobbies with you!

He’d totally sit and let you teach him how to crochet and then try his best to make you a scarf it does fall apart the first try and it does defeat him a little but boy is DETERMINED to make you a mf scarf

Ok I’m sorry enough with the crocheting LMAO

He’d love taking afternoon walks with you!

I could totally see you guys taking a little walk around the block or at a nearby park after you’re both off work and just catching up with your days and then making dinner when you two get home

They’re the highlight of his day :)

His students would know probably so much about you LMAO

You bring him lunch ONCE and you didn’t realize his kids would be still be in the classroom and they’re immediately bombarding you, they are also calling you by your first name LMAO

“Hi (y/n)~~~!”

“Oh my gosh can you please~~ make me a scarf!”

“Yeah me, too!”

“Wait wait look what I made you!”

It’s a stick figure drawing of what you think is you and suga on a piece of construction paper that’s your favorite color, why suga told them that you don’t know

Your hair is also rainbow because, they’re children LMAO

And Suga’s just standing there like 🧍🏼‍♂️

But it’s very sweet and it warms your heart to know that he’s always thinking of you :)

Your vibe reminds me of...

Another suitable match for you would be...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Akaashi Keiji

He’s a bit quieter than Suga for sure, but with the company he keeps - I mean cmon Bokuto? - he’s CLEARLY ok with being energetic or at the very least being around energetic people

Ok with akaashi you’re not getting rid of Bokuto let’s address that first, you’ve just gained a new bestie

He is ALWAYS fawning over you two when you’re all together

Candid vids of you guys are basically all his private snapchat story is at this point

He’s really your biggest fan it’s so sweet, allbeit overbearing at times but he means well ❣️

I’m sorry,... I’m bringing up crocheting again...

If you crochet akaashi anything you have to make a second one because Bokuto will want one too I’m sorry LMAO

SOmtimes he doesn’t fully grasp that not everything involves him in the relationship, he just loves y’all

He wouldn’t cross boundaries though he’s not like that :)

Ok moving on from Bokuto LMAO

You two are that quiet, really gorgeous couple that scares people asjdkskajs

Like seeing you two together in public and you’re both so quiet but OBVIOUSLY love each other with the way you’re so physically close in proximity and the way you keep looking at each other

You two communicate with just your eyes ALL the time, like y’all will basically have full on conversations

You’ll be tired and want to go home to cuddle, and you’ll just look at Akaashi and the two of you will exchange a few glances before nodding your heads and your walking out hand in hand bye

It scares Bokuto

Anyway

PINKY HOLDING

I do see him as a big hand holder in public but he’s also insecure about his hands :(

So I feel like he’d have a habit of holding your hand and then letting go soon after when he gets insecure, and lord help him if his hands are clammy oh no

But you’d be so !!! No let me hold it!!

So you’d just latch onto his pinky one day when he goes to pull his hand away and just share a look

So now pinky hand holding is the norm

Ok he’s the kind of guy who would lowkey like how short you are

Like it’s perfect for cuddle dates

His fav is to lay in bed with you in between his legs and your leaning against his chest, and he’ll rest his chin on top of your head or just hold you there in general while you watch movies on his laptop

Your height is just so convenient for him

Also lowkey loves having to grab things off the top shelf for you and won’t change his habit of putting things up there so he can still grab them for you

One time tho he came into the kitchen to see you climbing onto the counter to grab something from the top shelf and he thought it was cute at the time until he had a bad dream that night about you falling and getting hurt somehow absjskakjdjd

Suddenly things are a bit easier to reach around the house...

Also a guy who loves walks :) early morning ones to school were his favorite cause they always started his day off ~right

Your vibe reminds me of...

I hope you liked this!!! I’d love to hear your thoughts! Good day ⛈ anon!

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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Kim Namjoon x Short Reader 6

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Warning ⚠️:

Will contain lemon; sexual content, dirty talk, daddy kink(?), you’ve been warned

But enjoy!

It was your one year anniversary with Namjoon. It was also the night of the award show. BTS’s was nominated and you were waiting anxiously. You could tell Joon was anxious, they’ve been working so hard for this.

“And the winner is....” they held a puse for effect

“BTS!” You let out a loud sigh of relief and silently clapped to yourself in the quiet apartment. The boys went up on stage and Yoongi took the award as Joon went to speak.

“Um...wow this means so much to us and we couldn’t be here without of course ARMY, out managers and everyone else who supported us. Thank you all for this but I uh.....I also want to thank someone at home” you grabbed the remote and put up the volume

“I want to give a big shout out to my lovely, beautiful, smart, incredible girlfriend, Y/N. We’ve been together for a year today and I don’t know where I would be without her. She’s been so supportive and always keeping me up to date with my health. Making sure I have a warm meal, and I get enough rest.” He looks straight to the camera and says “thank you princess, I love you” the crowd was roaring with cheers and claps.

He confessed his love to you, on live television! You knew now your surprise had to be perfect. You had bought a small something while he was away

A black, laced lingerie with cute little bows. Hopefully he liked it. You went to grab your phone to call and saw a text

My Joonie❤️: on our way home babe. We won this award and it’s all dedicated to you😘 see you soon!

Me: hurry up, I’ve got a surprise for you (;

My Joonie❤️: Well then I won’t take long

You hurried to get everything in place. You scattered some petals, lit some candle, and sprayed the room with a nice romantic smell. You had decided your first time to be with Namjoon. You were sure of it, he was kind, considerate and just so...perfect.

You waited about and hour for him to finally come home. When you heard the jingles you shut off the lights and made your way to the door. Before he could put the key in you opened the door. You had on a silk robe with your surprise under it.

“Hey babe I-whoa babe listen” he said pulling you close and looking around “ you know how sexy I think you are but that..is for my eyes only” he said looking down at you. You took his hands in yours and lead him inside. You lead him down the hall into the bedroom with dim lighting. You push him towards the bed and stood in front of him.

“Well....are you going to open your anniversary gift?”

He bit his lip and pulled the string. Your robe falls to the ground and he stares with lust filled eyes. His hands run up bus face and into his hair. He muttered a few curse words unde his breath. You giggle and say

“Come on, we haven’t even started yet.” You day as you straddle him. You bring his hands to cup your ass making you shiver. You lean down and kiss him passionately. He gave you a good squeeze. Enough to make you sigh into the kiss a little. He moves down from your jaw trailing down your neck, and to your shoulders. You snake your hands to unhook your bra. As you toss it to the side, and saw him staring you got a bit shy.

He grabbed your waist and flipped you over, now lying on your back. He then stripped out of his own shirt, showing off his abs and broad shoulders. You ran your hands over his fit body. You got a bit shy over your own and cover yourself with your hands

“No don’t cover up....I love it” his hands were about to shoot to your chest but he looks at you asking for permission. You nodded and let him run his hands from your thighs, slowly up your stomach and finally cupping your breast in each hand. You looks at you for a green light, you smiled to let him know you were okay

“Beautiful” he said with a breath and latched on to your bud. You let out a gasp and arch your back. How could a single motion feel so good? He gently circled it and detached with a pop. He blew on your wet bed causing shivers and pleasure to shake your body. You were a flushed shivering mess. Already feeling yourself getting wet. Seeing how you moved and how red your cheeks were he said

“Do you like that baby?” He said kissing the center of your chest. You simple hummed in acknowledgement. “I’m going to take these off now, okay?” He said slipping his fingers under the band of your underwear. You lifted your hips so he could get them off. He then cane down to level with your heat and separated your legs.

“I’m going to make you feel good princess, so so good” he said before he gently gave a long lick up your slit and stopping on your clit. You back arches off the bed with a moan. His arm cane around your lower stomach to hold you down and the other intertwined eith your fingers. He then started to motion small circles around your bundle of nerves. This was an entirely new sensation to you, heat, rush, nerves, everything clashing into one.

He then started to slip a finger into your heat slowly. Once he was fully in he started to pump slowly getting you used to it. He came up from your heat and locked his lip.

“You taste sweet princess” he soon entered two fingers to stretch you before hand.

“Ima just stretch you out so it won’t hurt that much okay?” After another two months pulled out and positioned himself. He later closer to you with his are on each side of you holding himself up.

“It’s going to hurt a little bit it’ll pass okay? If you need me to stop then tell me okay?” You nodded and braved yourself as you felt the tip of his length poking at your entrance. He slowly started to push in and you grip his shoulders. You let out a quiet hiss while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear

“It’ll be over soon baby, I love you so much” he was almost inside before he came up to look at your face. A single tear running down your cheek. He whiped away the tear and kissed your cheek.

“We could stop if you want” he whispered you shook your head

“N-no. I want this. You could move now” he held his breath pushing the rest in. He cringed was a whimper left your lips. He then started to pump slowly letting you get used to it.

Pain was soon replaced with pleasure. You wrap your arms around him as best as you could.

“Is that feeling good baby?” He asked hold one of your legs closer to him. You but your lip and nodded. “You want me to make you feel even better?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded egarly

He then threw your leg over his shoulder and started to thrust fast into you.

“Sh-shit....babe you’re so tight”

“Ooohhh Joon. That...that feels so good” you moaned into the crook of his neck. Moans and gasps filled the room.

“Please..ah..harder please” you moaned. He threw your other leg over his shoulder and rammed into you.

“Joon...I-I won’t last...mmmm”

“That’s okay...cum f-for me princess” he said as he pounded into you. A few moments later you arch off the bed bucking your hips and riding out your orgasm. you both panted catching your breath. He carefully pulled out of you and laid next to you. He gave you his shirt to wear as he pulled you close. Your body was still shaking from the climax.

“Don’t worry it’ll pass, that just means I was good at pleasuring you” he chuckled as he kissed the top of your head. “But thank you for this princess. I loved it”

“Well thank you for this Joon. I love you.” You snuggles into him ready for a good nights sleep

“Rest up cuz’ you’ll be sore tomorrow” he whispered to himself

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locshar · 7 years

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The White Princess Diaries - Ep 1 Part 2 - no - its still not him...

Ep 1 Part 2

So – Westminster then – and King Dr Who keeps pulling down all the lovely white rose banners and beautiful murrey and blue boar banners saying “Burn them!” (hmnnn –don’t I remember that line from Ep 2 series 1 about a portrait of Not Margaret of Banjo?) Now he’s on about burning snow – doesn’t that just make a lot of hot air? But he is a very lucky king because it is August in England and there is a lot of snow around. Ask poor old nude Aneur-not who apparently is still laying on Bosworth Field four days later.

It is moving in day and Dr Who takes the bouncy kings bed – forgetting the springs will have gone because it once belonged to Ever Ready Eddy and Caitlyn Stark – sorry – Mad Mags - gives herself an upgrade and nicks the penthouse suite….which is apparently ‘just through this passage…” Exit stage left…

Meanwhile….Parkin is still hiding in a loft in Yorkshire…..he’s a right pudding – obviously. And still blond. What I don’t understand is why he couldn’t have gone to court with his mother with a towel round his head. It worked last time and if anyone asked him he could say he is waiting for his new hair colour to take hold.

But hey - Lizzie-Mini-ish and Ex-Queen Sisterbeth now arrive in London and have a pool party – at least they all gather around the Pools and it is still snowing believe it or not. No wonder Parkin is going to Turney – for the weather if nothing else.

So lets all go see the king – Who? Oh yes…him. You will recognise him – he wears a crown ALL the time. Makes him feel important. And king. Just in case anyone thinks he shouldn’t be there. Or be king.

Pleasingly, we now have diddly diddly cloisters instead of diddly corridors…and “The Yorks” - as Sisterbeth is now calling herself - all get shown to a Travelodge as Mad Caitlyn has nicked all the best hotel rooms in London so she can invite all her saints to enjoy the coronation.

All the family fit into a single room with one bed. Princess Cecily immediately has a cob on and is walking round with a face like a slapped-arse. Who knows why? No please – if who knows please tell me! They are given some women who never speak as ladies-in-waiting who remind me of the ladies who never spoke who were Duchess Isabels ladies-in-waiting. Remember them? Or even her?

Rumours in the city are once again rife -and it would appear that Dr Who may be considering marrying his mother because she’s in the queen’s bedroom and he doesn’t want to marry a horse. What? Oh a whore! (sorry the medieval juke box in this tavern is doing my head in and I can’t hear what gossip this bloke in disguise is telling me – I have no idea who he is. He just said to call him Frank) Note – this bit may have only happened in my head.

Dr Who is now flexing his political savvy by revoking all English trade with Burgundy. Er - because the Duchess of York (remember the fleeting shot of her leaving England some episodes ago) was always trying to catch him and execute him. Which was some mean feat seeing as he was in Brittany and then in France and never went out.

We then hear a well known saying that I last heard murmured in Dothraki. The princes are dead. King Aneurard killed them.

“It is known!” (wink wink nudge nudge) someone murmurs quietly - hoping they don’t get done by GRR Martin for plagurism.

The stupendously loyal Earl of Lincoln is presented to Dr Who. He used to be Richard’s heir – and not his hair obviously, and the good Doctor threatens to take everything he has and says he is hair to nothing – or hair to eternity or something (well not if he shaves that beard off!) Not to be fooled by such a ploy – King Aneurard’s loyal nephew immediately pledges his allegiance to become Dr Who’s new companion which makes Duchess Dyson suck in deeply! She is disgusted and reminds all the Puddles that their sister in Burgundy would never stoop so low – but she was quite short when we last saw her so what that means is anyone’s guess. But Dr Who sneers that who cares because he has revoked all her trading privileges so nah nan a nah nah! This is a man so powerful he can enact laws without parliament. Yes Henry – you know – Parliament - it’s a big building on the River Thames! I keep forgetting you are not from around here.

Then Grasper Fatboy grabs the old lady and she is hauled off to hoover the tower apartments. Then up steps Teddy who wants his uncle back – don’t we all I hear you say. All of this is done underneath a bloody big boar banner – and Dr Who gets a bit uncomfortable when Teddy helpfully points out that one day he will be king instead. Brave boy if not very clever. As everyone mutters in shock and awe some set dresser rushes on unseen and changes the banner because next thing it is green and Teddy is so confused he is fooled into saying “God save the king.”

Teddy then loses his lands which he never had because he was under attainder anyway and they are given to the Stanleys for being traitorous bastards at Bosworth.

Now in private, Dr Who is calling Mini-Lizzie-ish a horse and saying he won’t marry her. Nay Nay I hear you say. Well – I think this is what he said as the fire in their chamber was crackling very loudly at the time. Either that or the preview audience were all tucking into Werthers Originals – which are much more original than whatever this is we are watching.

Back at the Travelodge on the A1, Young Cecily is bouncing on the bed as her mother writes a letter. Oh God not in blood this time please….and if Cecily bounces on that bed much more I am going to christen her Cobby the Castle Elf.

Relief! Queen Sisterwitch is only writing a letter to Turney to see if her son got there all on his own at around 10 years old and still in his nightie….she is worried he might not have made it (really? Whatever gives her that idea?)

Now the diddly diddly cloisters are all wet from the rain so it must be water music. Oh, I do miss Anne Neville at these moments…I can still hear her clling “Izzy, Izzy –lets get busy” as the music played.)

Whats this? Queen Woodville is meeting some young stud in the stables – and now sending him to Turney. She gives him a ring….because he is mobile – God! Could this be Son of Blackenberry? He has things to communicate!

His name is Ned – or Nokia Ned to you! Beware my son – skulking around that woman with that name you are in mortal danger of being bonked to death and not making episode 2. Unless they bring you back as Cardinal Morton as I haven’t seen him yet.

On the way back she bumps into Mad Lady Stark and I am really not too sure what she has done to her skirts since she became My Lady the Dr Who’s Mother. I think she has them stuck in her knickers to expose her saints knees as they are all tucked up at the front!

As they glare at each other in the musical cloister, they have a Game of Thrones Off – “My sons throne is bigger than your Lizzie-Mini’s throne” Hang on – script written by who?

Item: The music is very annoying as it is the original soundtrack and I keep looking up in heated anticipation but no – no fetching blue doublets or dancing eyebrows here…shame! I could cry! The music, the memories, the script….

Dr Who is now visiting Lizzie-Mini-ish and says she has to dress him – I think. Well he does appear to have put on a Ralph Lauren polo shirt under this doublet and Cecily certainly has her eyes on his Henry Tudors…

The Werthers are back and above the crackling Dr When wants them to dance for him. Well I have seen some dancing in my time but this takes the Captain Biscuit. And now that bloody banjo is back and Lizzie-Mini-ish and Cecily the House Elf they are sort of dancing like Ed Balls and Russell Grant being regaled by buskers on the Pan Pipes. All together now - Step left, step right, step forward step back, step left step right, step forwards step back…. Shake it all about. You get it…

Oh that Dr Who King bloke is a smug bastard- I want to smack him in the Tardis! He gives Lizzie-Mini a motto as he wasn’t there for Christmas and she’s a bit of a cracker. Humble pie and pestilence…sorry the insane fire crackling may have made me hear that wrong.

Dr Who gets angry because he still doesn’t want to marry Lizzie-Mini…yawn – yeah right. Then a man turns up in a rugby hat but I don’t know who he is or where he is from and as he doesn’t introduce himself I take it that he is actually Olympic de la pool….(A friend and I have seen that hat before and on a man eith beard and in a pool!) It’s a sign! Of what I am not quite sure!

As I said earlier, Dr Who goes EVERYWHERE in his crown and now he is folding his arms and sulking in a corner until his Mad Caitlyn Mother nags – sorry – tells him that he has more divinity than anyone she had ever met. Divinity? Div more like and take off that bloody crown for five minutes please - we get it! We do! You cheated and you are king! King Dr Who! Or someone…

Ooh we are now in the YewMe garden – where there is a new maze that you can use for jolly japes to lose the silent ladies-in-waiting who follow you around with knowing looks which tell you they are really spies for the Dr. The maze is not so amazing as in true form they have all had the same clothes on for days – but it is also musical. Its made out of box hedge – so it is in fact a music box.

Now the man with bad hair who no one has introduced us to tells Lizzie-Mini she has to meet Dr Who in his bedroom alone – which pleases Cecily no end you can imagine! (Well we know what she is imagining but then she has already proved she is a bit dumb – some character development needed) Oh – I have just remembered – what has happened to Tom Dorset? You know – the Queens brother who kept his eyes and ears to the ground before he buggered off and joined Chewdor? Never mind – am sure he will crop up somewhere – or as some one…

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noblegambit · 7 years

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Pocket Sized - Chapter 2

I know I haven’t really established myself as a writer in the Voltron fandom, but I’m slowly working my way there. I can’t guarantee that all updates will be this fast but I’ll do my best. :)

Ao3, Chapter 1, 2

Chapter 2

Keith hates morning. Hates the unpredictability of them. Hates clunking down the stairs at 8am on a Saturday in sweats for his daily kendo practice and being interrupted by Shiro on the way down.

“Keith…”

Keith glares his best too-early-for-this expression at his older brother and is about to groan out a good morning when he sees Shiro’s expression. It’s the kind of expression he wore when he had to tell Keith that mom and dad wouldn’t be coming home. Keith immediately understands. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Did you get fired?”

“Lance is missing,” Shiro says, and Keith’s blood runs cold. “He didn’t come home last night. The police just asked if we know anything.”

Lance’s words ring in Keith’s ears. We used to be best friends! Lance had run off into the storm, and now he was missing. Keith regretted saying such harsh things to Lance; as much as he disliked Lance, he didn’t want him dead.

“His phone is still at his house, so the police can’t track him. Keith, if you know anything…”

“I’ll call you later,” Keith interrupts and leans his kendo stick against the wall before running for the door.

It only takes him a few minutes at his top running speed to reach the bus stop from the night before. He pants heavily, turning in circles, scanning the area as if Lance would pop out from an alley and try to tease Keith for being so worried. When that didn’t work, Keith jogged in the direction Lance had run, keeping his eyes peeled for stupid teenagers.

At some point he realizes he’s near the old abandoned park that he and Lance had discovered as children. Over time, Lance would go there whenever he was sad, and only Keith knew where to find him.

It’s a long shot, Keith figures, but better than nothing.

It doesn’t take him long to reach the edge of the park. Keith stops. An initial scan of the area reveals that Lance is not there. He decides to make a few rounds anyway, and begins to walk around the perimeter.

“Lance!” Keith cups his hands around his mouth for better volume. “Lance!”

“-eith!”

Keith stops at the faint sound of his name. He was positive it was Lance’s voice, but it was so faint he couldn’t discern from which direction it was coming from. “Lance!?”

“Keith! O-er –ere!”

Keith turns, the voice coming from behind him. But Lance is nowhere to be seen. He feels stupid, calling Lance’s name over and over again like some kind of Marco Polo game, but he continues anyway.

“Lance!”

“Keith!”

Keith rounds the small outcrop near the back of the park, and a flash of blue catches his eye. He comes around completely to find a small cave, perfect size for a brooding teenager. On the ground lie Lance’s clothes, the same bright blue sweatshirt and black shorts he had been wearing last night. In a bout of panic, Keith kneels and scoops up the sweatshirt, the cloth still damp from yesterday’s rain.

Could Lance be in trouble? Why would he take off all his clothes?

“Keith! I’m down here!”

“Lance? Lance, where are you!?”

“Over here!”

Keith does his best to follow the sound of the tiny voice, so jarringly opposite from Lance’s usual loud and obnoxious tone. He scans the tiny outcropping of rock, looking for his (ex) childhood friend’s ugly mug.

“Down here!”

Down? Keith glances down, and almost trips on a rock.

A tiny Lance, no taller than an inch and wearing nothing but a leaf wrapped around his hips, is jumping up and down and waving his arms frantically to get Keith’s attention. Keith blinks once, and blinks again.

“Wha…? Lance!?”

Satisfied that Keith could see him, Lance crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently. “Took you long enough.”

Keith squats so he can be on a somewhat closer eye level with Lance. He can’t believe his eyes… he reaches out a finger as if to poke Lance, and then thinks better of it and instead pinches himself hard.

“Ow!”

“What’d you do that for?”

“Making sure this isn’t a dream…”

“Weren’t you the one who was always into cryptids and supernatural stuff?” Lance points out, one tiny eyebrow raised. He gestures to himself, “Exhibit A.”

Keith slowly lowers a hand to Lance’s level, and the shrunken boy takes the hint. He steps delicately into Keith’s palm, holding onto one of his fingers for support as Keith raises his cupped hands to his own face. “I can’t believe this.”

“Neither can I,” Lance remarks, and uses a hand to adjust his leaf. “And I really hate to be a nuisance because I know you can’t stand me…” Keith winces at that. “But I haven’t eaten since yesterday and in case you haven’t seen it yet, I’m wearing a leaf.”

“Oh, oh right.”

Keith straightens and sets Lance on his shoulder. The tiny boy grips onto Keith’s hair for support and Keith leaves the park and makes his way into town. He stops by a small convenience store for food, as Lance whispers into his ear like some kind of demon on Keith’s shoulder.

“Are there any Mars Bars? Damn I could go for a Mars Bars right now. Oh, and can I get some Twinkies? Those would be – hey!”

Keith had pulled Lance from his shoulder and transferred him to his sweatshirt pocket with a growled “Shut up.”

Keith pays for the snacks with the little pocket change he had when he’d run out of the house to look for Lance, and watches Lance eat barely a fourth of a single Twinkie before he can’t eat anymore.

Keith would admit that watching a one-inch-tall person eat was fascinating. Strictly speaking it wasn’t any different than how normal sized people eat, but the portions were so small…

“Quit staring at me,” Lance barks once he’s declared himself full.

“Sorry.”

‘No you’re not.”

Keith sighs and scoops Lance up, depositing him in his pocket once again and making his way back to their neighborhood.

Lance’s family is a-flurry outside, his parents speaking frantically to a police officer and a few extended family members that didn’t live too far. Chloe is sitting on a bench, swinging her legs and looking a little bored.

“Please officer, find our son,” Lance’s mother pleads.

“We’re doing our best, ma’am,” says he officer. “I can’t officially declare him missing until twenty-four hours have passed…”

“This is bad,” Keith says, observing the scene outside Lance’s house. He can feel Lance leaning slightly so he can see the commotion, and is unusually quiet. “Come on, we have to let them know you’re okay.”

At that, Lance starts. “What? No!”

“Why not!?”

“I don’t want them to see me like this!” Lance gestures to himself again for good measure. “I’d be sent away to be experimented on! Dissected, then maybe sent to a traveling circus freak show!”

“They’re your parents, Lance,” Keith tries. “They’ll understand.”

“No…” Lance’s voice is so quiet Keith has to strain to hear it. “They’ll be in shock. We just had a big fight, Keith, and seeing me like this will only make it worse.”

“But don’t you think them not knowing you’re okay will make it even more worse?”

Lance contemplates that, and grips the hem of the pocket tighter. “Let’s leave.”

Keith still doesn’t like it, but concedes anyway. “Fine. But this conversation isn’t over.”

They go back into Keith’s house next door, past Shiro who asks Keith if he had found Lance. A soft kick in Keith’s side prompts him to answer, “No. Nothing.”

Up in Keith’s room, Keith sets Lance down on his bed. Lance watches as Keith digs into the very back of his closet to find a small box full of old action figures. “This will have to do for now,” Keith says, and sets the box on his desk to rifle through old GI Joes and Captain Americas. He pulls out a pair of tiny camo pants and throws them at Lance.

Lance lets out an oof as the pants hit his tiny body at a speed thrown by normal sized arm muscles. “Watch it!”

“Sorry not sorry,” Keith mutters, and slides the box under the bed in case he needs it… wow. That was a sentence he never thought he’d think.

While Lance uses a pillow as a divider to change clothes, Keith kneels on the floor and rests his arms on the mattress. “So while you’re doing that, if you’re going to hide here, we need to establish some ground rules.”

“Like what?”

“Rule number one: don’t touch any of my stuff,” Keith demands. “Rule number two: don’t let Shiro find you.”

Lance comes out from behind the pillow, dragging his leaf behind him and wearing only the camo pants. They seem to fit well enough, though Keith can tell he’s going to need something more substantial… and a shirt. Lance waves his hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

“Also, no – !”

“Um, Keith.”

“What now?”

Lance seems to struggle with how to mention it, and eventually decides to play charades. He crosses his legs and wiggles his butt, bottom lip sucked in between his teeth.

“What… the hell??” Keith mutters. “I’m not playing charades with you Lance, what do you want?”

Lance just wiggles harder, using his hands this time to mime… oh. Ooooh.

Keith averts his eyes and glances around his room, for some kind of… something for Lance to use. Eventually he spots the dead plant outside his windowsill that he never bothered to throw away. Keith stands and slides the window open so Lance can access it.

“I don’t need this plant, so you can use it as a bathroom, I guess,” Keith mumbles.

Lance looks almost horrified at the thought of using a plant, and Keith almost laughs at the scandalized look on the tiny boy’s face.

“Keith, you’re going to be late,” Shiro calls from downstairs.

“Be right down!” Keith turns to Lance once again. “I have to go to school, so just remember the first two rules and we’ll discuss more about this after I get home.”

Lance looks conflicted for a moment, and finally nods quietly. Keith starts to head downstairs when Lance says, “Keith.”

Keith turns, one hand on the doorknob. “Hm?”

Lance twists his hands together. “Thanks.”

Keith allows himself to smile a little before he goes downstairs and closes the door behind him.

Keith can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Lance isn’t here!”

“He’s never missed a day of school… I wonder what happened?”

“Maybe he was abducted by aliens!”

Keith shakes his head and continues fooling around on his phone. People can believe what they want to believe, but aliens is a more convincing story than shrinking to barely taller than Keith’s thumb.

Lance’s friends, Hunk and Pidge, sit with their heads worriedly together, whispering. Keith feels a little bad for them, being left out of the loop, but Keith could tell that Lance didn’t want anyone to know what had happened to him. And that included his friends. So Keith holds his tongue and remains seated.

After Ms. Allura’s class, Hunk catches her right outside of the classroom. Pidge rounds the corner from her own class and they bombard her with questions. Keith hangs back a little to listen.

“Lance hasn’t missed a day of school since kindergarten,” Hunk is saying. “And for him to suddenly skip isn’t like Lance at all.”

“Do you know anything?” Pidge asks, trying and failing to keep the fear out of her voice.

Ms. Allura sadly shakes her head. “I don't know anything,” she says. “But I’m sure Lance knows what he’s doing…”

“Ms. Allura! Ms. Allura!”

They all turn to see Coach Coran barreling down the hallway. He stops at their side and says breathlessly, “Is it true that Lance Sanchez ran away!?”

Keith buries his face in his hand. Coach Coran couldn’t have said it any louder, could he? All the students in the hallway hear and turn simultaneously, hungry for latest gossip. Keith slides down in his chair and tries not to be noticed.

This proves futile when he sees someone stop by his desk, and see that it’s the new girl, Nyma. She smiles at him, hands clasped behind her back innocently. “Hey, Keith.”

Keith doesn’t give her much attention; he has a bad feeling about her. But he can’t be rude, so he mutters a quiet, “Hey.”

“I was just thinking about yesterday,” Nyma is saying as she pulls up a chair to sit next to him. “With what’s his name?”

“Lance.”

Nyma grins. “Right! It’s just I heard he’s missing.”

Keith does his best to keep a neutral face. “I’ve heard that, too.”

“Do you know anything about it?”

Keith chokes and covers it up with a cough. “Wh-what would give you that idea?”

Nyma shrugs, eyes Keith with a calm air. “It seems like you guys have some kind of history.”

“That’s all it is,” Keith mutters. “History.”

“Hmm…” Nyma murmurs to herself. “Then I guess you really can’t tell what’s going on with some people,” she muses. “You think he has a sugar momma somewhere…?”

Hunk and Pidge reenter the room just in time to hear Nyma. Hunk has to physically wrap an arm around Pidge to keep her from strangling the other girl. Keith, too, feels a strange emotion bloom in his chest, and stands roughly from his desk. “Lance and I may not be friends,” he says, angrily to a surprised looking Nyma. “But he is not that kind of person.”

“I didn’t mean to imply – ”

Keith doesn’t want to be there any longer. He is still not one hundred percent sure he’s conscious, and hasn’t been able to pay attention in class due to recalling every possible cryptid or conspiracy theory that could cause or explain the shrinking of a human being. It was no use. Keith begins to pack his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and running from the room. Hunk and Pidge call after him, but he ignores them.

Shiro isn’t home when Keith arrives, which he is silently thankful for. Keith barges into his room and dumps his bag on the floor. Lance is nowhere to be seen.

“Lance?” Keith asks quietly.

No response. Oh, good. Maybe this entire morning had been a dream and he had been agonizing over nothing.

“Keeeeeeeeith!!!”

Keith closes his eyes and sighs. His life is never that simple, is it? He scans the room, and finally spots Lance trapped outside on the windowsill, banging his tiny fists against the glass to get Keith’s attention. Keith rolls his eyes and goes to open the window. “I leave you for three hours and you get stuck outside?”

Lance hops back into the room and leans against the wall. “Rich, coming from the guy whose brother cleans his room!”

Keith narrows his eyes in confusion. “Shiro doesn’t clean my room.”

Lance laughs out loud. It’s a cute sound when it’s so tiny. “Right, you weren’t here, dude. I had to hide in your pencil case while he was fussing around. And then I went to hide behind my bathroom plant and he closed the window on me!” Lance rubbed his hands across his arms. “I don’t have a shirt, Keith, and it’s cold outside!”

“Sorry, I think my shirts are a little big for you,” Keith snaps sarcastically, and then sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Anyway, we have a big problem. Everyone at school knows you’re missing. Either you’ve died or run away with someone you met online.”

Lance bursts out laughing, and actually has to wipe miniscule tears from his eyes. “Oh my god that’s amazing.”

“It’s not amazing,” Keith snaps. “Your friends, Hunk and Pidge, are really worried about you, man. “

That sobers Lance up. “Yeah,” he says to himself. “I guess I should call them… Keith did you happen to pick up my phone at the park?”

Keith shakes his head. “According to Shiro you left it at your house.”

Lance’s eyes suddenly widen. “Oh, shit, Keith. You didn’t bring any of my stuff back from the park.”

“No…?

“Dude!? What if they form a search party and find my clothes! They’re gonna think I was kidnapped and murdered and dismembered and scattered all around the city and they’ll dig up the entire place and --!”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” Keith sighs.

An hour later sees Keith back at the park, dressed as inconspicuous as he can as he stuffs Lance’s mostly dry clothes into a spare gym bag. “Why the hell am I doing this?” he asks himself with every thrust of cloth or shoe. “He owes me big time.”

Being inconspicuous with a gym bag full of clothes during school hours is a chore, to say the least. Luckily Keith makes it back to his house with no trouble, but Keith is not in a good mood when he returns. Lance is leaning a ruler he’d found lying around against a book when Keith opens the door, apparently in the process of measuring his newfound height.

“Hey, Keith, good news!” Lance cheers. “Turns out I’m two inches tall.”

Keith groans. “Congratulations. Now can you please just go home?”

Lance’s smile drops. “I thought I told you I don’t want them to see me like this.”

“But why me?” Keith’s frustration is finally emerging. “Why do you have to stay with me!?”

“Hey, I didn’t get to pick who found me!” Lance yells back. “I was almost eaten by a bird, and insects are not so harmless when they’re as big as you. Look, I’m not happy about this situation either, but it looks like we’re just stuck with each other for now.” Lance stops yelling and takes on a more pleading tone. “Can I please stay here? Until I grow back to normal? You know, for all I know this could just be a twenty-four hour thing and I’ll be back to normal by tomorrow.”

Keith weighs his options. He could just dump Lance into his parents’ hands and be done with it; not much Lance can do about that when he’s only one inch – pardon, two inches – tall. That would get Lance out of his hair for good, and Keith wouldn't have to deal with him ever again. Or, Keith could let Lance stay in his room and they can figure out how to get Lance back to normal.

As much as Keith would love the first option, the second is much more intriguing. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about how such a phenomenon like Lance’s predicament could occur, and some excitement in his dull, monotonous life would be a nice change of pace. The only thing holding him back was that it was Lance of all people, his estranged best friend turned… what? Enemies?

Keith finally gave in to the pleading look Lance was giving him, hands clasped under his chin and lower lip jutted out in a tiny pout. “Alright, fine,” Keith says. “You can stay here.”

The smile on Lance’s face looks good on him. Whoa, what.

“Thank you so much! I’ll be so quiet it’s like I’m not even here!”

“Too late for that,” Keith teases, and Lance looks ecstatic that he and Keith are on a somewhat easy rapport, and maybe, possibly, toeing the line to the rekindling of their friendship.

“Hey, uhm, Keith? Do you have anything else to eat…?”

Keith groans.

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