#oc dan carver

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Part 8 of Vegas AU that now has a name!! Thank you again @hbyrde36 💜

Betting It All On Love

Steve and Eddie did eventually get to talk more about family, laid sweaty and sated on the floor of Eddie’s bedroom. Steve wasn't entirely sure how they'd ended up sprawled out on the plush carpet, he knew full well it’d give him a three-day backache, but he couldn't find it in himself to give a shit. Not when his head was happily pillowed on Eddie’s chest, listening to the reverberations as much as Eddie’s voice as he told him about his childhood. 

A doting mother tragically lost to childbirth. The enormous amount of guilt Eddie had carried for years because he’d been the one begging his parents for a sibling and when Al came home from the hospital alone, all he'd said was “the baby killed your mother” as though it was Eddie’s fault. A jailbird good-for-nothing father, incapable of putting anything, including his own child, before his imbecilic impulses and when Al had been sentenced to the rest of Eddie's childhood behind bars, Wayne had been willing to be separated from his husband and his kid if that had been what Eddie needed.

Of growing up with his uncles and his cousin, of their siblinglike bond, of never really missing his father when he had the two best dads in the whole world. The whole Munson-Clarke clan had started out in Hawkins, Scott and Wayne only choosing to leave when they’d decided they wanted Charlie. Mainly because they knew that their relationship was tolerated as two bachelors living under the same roof, but that the town would find it much less tolerable when they started raising a child together. That Scott had still never had the heart to leave his post at the school, because who else was going to teach kids the real facts and not the made-up ones the rest of the faculty were happy to go along with.

Steve confessed to being envious of them, of listening to Scott tell tales that started "This weekend my partner and I took our kids..." and wishing he could be one of them. Of getting to know Scott the man not just the teacher and the guilt he felt over the fact that he could've walked into Eddie's life long ago if only things had been different. 

Eddie just hummed softly and pointed out that they’d known each other all along, that they had in fact gone to the same kindergarten and were actually friends once upon a time because Eddie had always had a tendency for strays and Steve had not been a confident child. He had spent the first two lunches sitting miserably alone on the swings before Eddie had waltzed over and commanded that Steve wasn't allowed to be sad any more because from then on they were best friends and best friends didn’t let best friends be sad.

They were back in bed by the time he told Eddie about his lonely childhood in a giant, empty house. About the string of nannies, about Sarah, his au pair from England who always spoke softly and smiled brightly and sung sweetly, who made cookies with him and taught him to swim, who left abruptly in the middle of the night, leaving a behind a white teddy bear and a promise that she loved him very much and that it wasn't his fault she had to leave.

A wife who couldn't trust her husband as far as she could throw him, jet-setting around the world to make sure the only thing he was doing was his job. Never bothering with Steve and only really making an effort to make sure he had someone to take care of him until sweet old Mrs Johnson had died in their living room the Friday they had left for their business trip. And because Steve had managed to deal with finding her cold lifeless body and fended for himself for the rest of the weekend, that had somehow proven to two grown adults that an nine-year-old boy didn't need taking care of any more.

What his parents never realised was, that was the first time Hopper had taken care of him. Steve had eaten and slept and was well groomed because he'd spent the weekend at the cabin, playing with El and climbing trees, trying to catch butterflies and getting covered in mud, all the things he was never allowed to do at home. He'd only really stopped going to Hop's during his parents absence when he'd become close with Tommy, who'd convinced him his life was great because he had unsupervised time to himself, so he could do whatever he wanted. Except all Steve had wanted was to spend time with other people, be near their noise and constant movement, just something, anything to fill the silent emptiness.

Christmases and holidays that were spent alone or getting into trouble with people who called themselves his friends, until the day Hop had said enough and hadn't taken no for an answer. Then he'd become The Babysitter, which had led him to Dustin and Claudia, a mom and a baby brother to add to his weird little found family. Who'd recommended Steve as a babysitter for Holly, where he'd properly met Nancy who had no interest in children, but that hadn't stopped him wanting to marry her, until she called him and their relationship bullshit of course.

Then he'd rebounded with Billy in the locker room showers, where he'd had the fastest sexuality crisis of all time when Billy had caught him staring and instead of punching him when his back had hit the tiled wall like he'd assumed, Billy had stuck his tongue in his mouth instead.

When Steve hadn't got the grades to get into college, and he lost out on a scholarship when Billy tripped him in the championship game because while he was tying his shoelace he was supposedly looking up one of the cheerleader's skirts, he assumed he'd stick around Hawkins until El and Dust graduated, but Billy had insisted he moved to the city with him. Made it sound like some fairytale dream, like their happily ever after, and it was great, until it wasn't. Until he’d finally had enough of being used and cheated on, which led him into the arms of his platonic soulmate who lived in the apartment across the hall, who rescued him not only from Billy but from himself.

It felt good to lay in the safe little bubble he always felt in Eddie’s presence and let it all out, even as they mourned for the little boys they once were, they were equally able to console one another, and Steve felt a weight finally lift off his shoulders.

Robin knew, in the way she knew everything, they’d always had heart-to-heart's but it wasn’t quite the same she needed to make jokes when a topic got too heavy, desperately had to inject some lightness into the dark.

But not Eddie, he listened and nodded solemnly, cried with him, teardrops leaking silently down his face and into his hair and when they were finished talking, he injected Steve full of the affection he’d been sorely missing, pressing kisses into every inch of his skin, squeezing their hands together, their wedding bands slotting neatly against one another, putting him back together in a way no one else had ever been able to.

By the time the sun was poking in around the heavy gold curtains, Steve had never felt closer to anyone than he had with Eddie, despite his earlier reservations he’d never had anyone he’d told everything to, never had anyone he’d wanted to, but it felt so easy to talk to him, like he understood, and maybe he did in a weird way. And as he turned his head slightly to look into Eddie’s eyes glistening in the slithers of early morning light, Steve knew he’d never felt so deeply for another human being. He opened his mouth to speak, trying to translate all he was feeling and thinking into coherent words, but it didn’t take him long to give up. The only words that wanted to flow easily out of his chest were far too big to say yet, or maybe not too big to say precisely, just too big to be heard. 

Eddie raised his eyebrows expectantly, patiently waiting for Steve to say whatever he needed to, but he couldn’t say it, it’d break them if he did, and he felt selfishly like he desperately just needed to keep their bubble of protection and delusion for a little while longer, so he shut his mouth with a tiny shake of his head, a silent “never mind”, pushing closer into Eddie, translating all he was feeling into deep kisses and gentle caresses, silently loving Eddie as hard as he could and convincing his hormone flooded brain the feeling was mutual as they both eventually fell asleep happily tangled up in the blankets and one another.

It'd been years since Steve had last slept as deeply and as well as he had being Eddie's little spoon, even though they hadn't actually slept very much at all, he couldn't remember the last time he woke up feeling actually awake. Honestly, he wasn’t all that pleased about it, he was having a lovely dream of being somewhere tropical, the sounds of seagulls and crashing waves morphing into the dull thudding of Robin pounding on their door, shouting for Eddie, whose only possible offence could be snoring too loudly given he was still sound asleep.

"Ed!" bang bang bang "Eds!" bang bang bang "Eddie!" bang bang bang "Dorkus! You need to come out here before he comes in there!"

He? What the?

Steve wiggled out of Eddie's hold, leaving him to sleep peacefully, slipped on Eddie's boxers (mainly because he didn't know where his own were) and opened the bedroom door, gently pushing his best friend back into the living space. "What's going on?" he asked gruffly, only registering what was happening when Robin gestured towards the front door, where Chrissy was physically trying to keep someone out, “Sorry, we were expecting room service” she muttered as he moved instinctively towards the door.

The altercation only lasted for another second before Chrissy was shoved unceremoniously backwards into the room, only managing to keep her balance thanks to her years of training; Dan Carver practically flying the three feet into the living room as he tripped over his own feet and lost his balance, having the nerve to give Chrissy a dirty look as though it was her fault he was acting like a moron. Steve was immediately furious, felt his spine straighten and his face harden as he looked down at the idiot laying by his feet as he tried his hardest to keep a lid on his temper, he knew getting arrested for punching the dickhead wouldn't help anything.

Carver clambered to his feet, smoothing the lapels of his suit jacket as though the immaculate carpeting might’ve tainted it. He looked Steve up and down, narrowing in on Eddie’s boxers slung low on his hips, "Harrington!” he screeched indignantly, “So it's true?” Dan demanded to know, starting to pace the length of the sofa like a caged animal, "I thought Wheeler was playing some sick joke! But apparently not! So what? You two were fucking behind my back the whole time?" he accused, flailing his arms around as he yelled. 

A derisive laugh crawled up Steve's throat, thanking his lucky stars that even when he was manic with rage, his poker face was as strong as ever, "Don't be dense, Carver, it suits you too well!" Steve stated evenly with a snarl.

His bitchy King Steve persona didn’t faze Dan though, not that Steve really expected it to, his family were well known for being a little batshit. Dan just snorted contemptuously and carried on with his diatribe "Well, what am I supposed to think when you come flaunting out here in his underwear?"

Steve raised one eyebrow slowly, the only outward indication he was losing his temper, "So what? Because he moved on faster than you did, that means he was cheating on you?" Steve queried condescendingly. That was a serious leap past logical, even for a Carver.

"Clearly" Dan scoffed as though Steve had just answered his question for him. And just the insinuation that Dan wanted to blame Eddie, that he wanted to assume Eddie just had Steve waiting in the wings, that Dan was accusing Eddie of being anything like Billy was making Steve's blood boil.

Steve sucked his teeth trying to keep himself calm, sucking in a rapid breath through his nose and rolling out his neck, towering further over Dan, "Okay, firstly, some rules," Steve instructed, "you always did need them," he muttered under his breath, it seemed to be the first time Carver even registered that he was in danger, looking up at Steve with wide eyes. "Do not, under any circumstance, insult my husband! Just because you made brainless life choices does not give you the right to disrespect him. Secondly, apologise to Chrissy!" Steve demanded, his voice as hard and cold as ice, pointing over to where Chrissy was being comforted by a visibly furious Robin on the couch, like he was scolding a particularly naughty child.

Dan’s whole body sagged, his shoulders slumping, his head bowed, muttering an apology to his feet. And yeah, Dan might be regretting all the choices he’s made in the past hour, but Steve was still fuming and King Steve wasn't one to back down until he was done tearing his victim apart, "And thank her for not having your ass thrown in jail for assaulting her," he barked as a command, because as if by his almost thirties he still didn’t understand that forcing someone bodily out of the way was most definitely not okay. Self-entitled brat! Steve thought, and then Finish him!! which sounded alarmingly like Tommy.

Steve didn’t really want to give himself too long to think about that, sucking in another breath and carrying on regardless, "Thirdly, who the hell gave you the right to come barging in here? Newsflash, buddy, you gave up your right to know anything about Eddie's life when you humiliated him in front of your nightmare family!" Steve was starting to yell, his voice raising and becoming less and less steady because the mere thought of the way Dan had broken up with Eddie made him so viscerally angry not even King Steve could contain it.

He took a deep breath, trying desperately to cling to the last of his control, purposefully lowering his voice back to normal, "But a quick FYI, I met Eddie less than 72 hours ago, and he's already the greatest person I've ever met! He's twice the man you've ever been, so don't you dare even try to blame him! You and your pretentious, ignorant, backward, dipwad family were lucky to even know him. You're fortunate he ever graced you with his presence and treated you all with the kindness and care none of you deserved, but I know he gave out in spades because that's just the kind of man he is. I don't know who the fu-"

"Steve," Eddie interrupted quietly, finally emerging from the bedroom, holding up one of the hotel's luxuriously fluffy dressing gowns, wrapping Steve up in it as he wandered over to him.

Steve deflated at Eddie’s gentle touch, "Sorry," Steve muttered, all the fury he'd felt towards Dan dissipating in the hold of Eddie's gaze.

Eddie smiled softly at him, tucking a stray bit of hair back behind Steve’s ear. Flicking his gaze quickly over Steve's shoulder, his expression hardening before he glanced back at Steve, "D'ya mind?" Eddie asked quietly, his eyes roaming all over Steve's face.

It was obvious what Eddie was asking, so obvious that Robin was already waiting by the front door with her hand outstretched, she already knew this was going to be a tough walk back to their room. Steve swallowed hard past the lump already forming in his throat, "No, of course not. I'll just..." Steve muttered, gesturing towards Robin. Eddie smiled gratefully, nodding. Steve hoped it meant he'd see him later, but he couldn’t know for sure.

Chrissy crossed the room, wrapping Eddie in a tight hug, "Do you?" she asked, the "want me to stay" unnecessary.

Eddie smiled gratefully at her but shook his head, "Nah, babe. I got this!" he sounded so determined, Steve was proud of him, even if this meant the end of their relationship, he wanted Eddie to have whatever he wanted, wanted him to be strong enough to reach out with both hands and take it.

Chrissy cupped his face, "Yes. You do!" she told him, the best friends having a quick eye conversation before she nodded sharply and let go, heading out of the suite.

Dan still hadn’t stopped staring at his feet, "Sorry," Dan muttered again as she passed him by.

Chrissy didn't even bother to answer, just gave him the finger and followed the other two out the door towards the stairs. 

Both girls took each of Steve's hands as they ambled down the corridor, Robin making sure to be careful of his tattoo. Neither of them said anything as they headed downstairs, not that there was anything they could say to make it hurt any less, but he felt their comfort as they walked with him in silence.

Luckily, Robin had thought to shove their room key into her dressing gown and as soon as she let him in, he flopped face down on his bed, tears already leaking from his eyes. The girls to curled up together on Robin's bed, giving him the space Robin knew he was asking for, wrapping her and Chrissy in the blankets and putting on a movie. No one even spoke for a good few hours, Steve spent the endless time either sleeping, listening to snippets of film, crying silently or obsessively wondering what Eddie would do now his ex was back and clearly mad with jealousy.

Time passed as Steve flowed in and out of consciousness, he recognised at least two lines from two distinctly different films, both of Robin’s favourites, but he’d no idea how long they stayed, wasting away the precious hours of their holiday while Steve wallowed. Consciousness flowed back to him with the ringing of the phone, Robin fumbling for the receiver and her quiet “Hello? Dust, now isn’t a good time. No, we haven’t been shopping yet. It's a book Dusty, how badly can you need it. Well, if Steve promised, then he’ll get it for you, won’t he? For some reason, he can’t say no to you,” she muttered into the phone like she didn’t know Steve would die for the kid.

Steve pushed himself upright, holding out his hand to question whether Robin wanted him to take his little brother off her hands, “Your mum around?” she asked instead holding up a finger in a wait-a-minute gesture, “Dust. Dusty. Dustin! Words cannot express how little I care about Dork-dom or its robots! Put. Your. Mother. On. The. Phone,” she insisted, placing the warmed, hard plastic into Steve’s palm and wrapping his numb fingers around it. 

He just about managed to get the phone to his ear, as Claudia answered with a cheery, “Hello?” A sob crawling out of Steve’s throat uninvited, his vision quickly blurring Robin sitting on the bed opposite him. “Steve?” Claudia asked, her voice immediately filled with concern, and it breaks him entirely; instead of the faux cheerful greeting he’d intended, what actually comes out of his mouth is a broken whine that sounds distinctly like “Mom!”, followed by another sob as Steve tries desperately to suck air into his lungs. “Steven, honey, what’s wrong?”

And where to start? It had all gone so horribly wrong. A few hours previously he was terribly stupidly in love and now… “Everything,” Steve whined, his voice catching before he could even finish the word. He can’t even remember the last time he felt so miserable, all he wanted was to curl up in his mom's embrace.

Claudia sighed heavily, like she was miserable because he was, “Oh, honey, do you need us to come? We’ll come. Don’t worry baby, it’ll be alright,” Claudia cooed softly, removing the phone slightly away from herself as she yelled, “DUSTIN!” 

And it was as if the noise slapped Steve around the face, like being doused in cold water, quickly snapping him out of his funk and straight into a panic because if Claud came, she’d bring Dustin AND Hopper. And the last thing any of them needed was for Hop to end up in a Vegas prison because Steve was being dramatic over his own stupidity. Eddie didn't owe him anything and if being with Dan is what he wanted and what would make him happy then that was really all Steve cared about. 

“No!” he blurted out as she was halfway through giving Dustin instructions on packing bags and going to the neighbours to ask Mrs Jones if she’d be okay to look after Mews. He could practically see Claudia’s eyebrows raising in the way she always did whenever Dustin was being a little shit, the whole “Excuse me! Who raised you?” look; it brings a slight smile to his face for the first time since he woke up that morning.

“Sorry, I just… I mean… I don’t need you guys to come, honestly, I’ll be okay. Robin’s here, and I’m just being silly. Really,” Steve admitted, and he heard Claudia’s unconvinced hum, so he does his best to explain what happened. She didn't speak once, listening intently and just sighs heavily when he was finished, muttering a few expletives and “those bloody Carvers!” under her breath. By the end of the call, she promised to stay home, and he promised to call and when Dustin started whining because he wasn’t going to get to go to Vegas after all, she tells him how much they love him and hangs up to deal with her youngest.

Steve tried to lean forward to put the receiver down and realised he can’t move. Chrissy was tucked under his spare arm holding him tightly around his middle and Robin was wrapped around his back, her face smushed into his shoulder blade, and he had no idea when they moved, but he was so very grateful for them. Except Steve's bladder was demanding that he move, so he pats Robin’s arm and squeezes Chris’ hand where she’s got his wrapped securely in both of hers and slouched off to the bathroom with a grunted hum when Robin asked if he was sure he was alright. 

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the sink and realised he didn't look as bad as he thought he would. He looked rough, but given how he was feeling it wasn't exactly surprising. Realising he was still wearing Eddie's pants wasn't fun, it made him feel simultaneously glum yet consoled like being wrapped in Eddie’s embrace but, at the same time, like it might be the last one he ever received.

He didn't know why he was catastrophising the situation, why he was so convinced Eddie would go back to Dan. It wasn't like Eddie had been particularly pleased to see him. It was just, Steve knew he hadn't been his best self when he'd laid into Carver, but people from his King Steve days always seemed to bring out the worst in him. 

And he knew how convincing Carver's could be. He'd been in debate classes with Dan, and he'd been to every one of Lucas' ball games, Jason had the gift of the gab too and sure all they had were manipulation tactics, but that didn't mean they didn't work. 

But he also knew deep in his gut that he wasn’t giving Eddie enough credit, that convincing himself Eddie would go running back to someone who treat him like shit would be suggesting Eddie hadn’t seen how toxic their relationship had become, and how happy he’d been since he’d become single; even if he hadn’t been exactly thrilled about the way the relationship ended. 

Steve tried to focus on the positives instead, he'd had an incredible few days with Eddie as his husband and if that was all he was destined for, he would think himself lucky for it. Eddie deserved to shape his life however he wanted to and if that meant a life without Steve, well it would be agony, but Eddie would be happy and that was all Steve could ask for.

And Chrissy was incredible, even though they'd shared a similar upbringing she hadn't let it change her. She was one of the most beautiful people he'd ever met, with her natural warmth that just drew people in and a megawatt smile that naturally made others grow. She was so strong and gutsy, he admired her so much, and he looked forward to getting to know her better. And he knew she and Robin would continue to work well together, they were like yin and yang, like two different pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that fit perfectly, and Steve couldn't be happier for them.

He hoped they were destined for a long and happy life together, he hoped he’d get to stand up at their wedding and talk about how they met and what a joy it was to watch their love blossom. He hoped Eddie would be by his side but if he wasn't, he wouldn't make them choose, he loved Robin too much to do that to her. Steve could just help with the planning, that was the important part, after all, no one got to spend any real time with brides on their wedding day anyway.

Not that Steve was spiralling or anything. 

He was about to leave the bathroom when he heard the girls whispering loudly to one another, neither of them seeming to realise that in such a small space, the bathroom door wasn't much of a sound barrier. Not really wanting to interrupt, he started the shower. He needed to be done with his maudlin mood, they only had a few days left of their vacation, and he wasn’t about to waste any more of it.

He could cry over getting his heart broken when Sam sorted out the divorce paperwork. In the meantime, he could enjoy the rest of Nevada. He stepped under the hot spray with a sigh, the cascade of water had always been a sure-fire way for him to clear his head, a way to cleanse his mind as well as his body. It was odd going through his usual routine one-handed, but if nothing else he’d always have Rachel, his aptly named tattoo, to remind him that for a few days out of his life he’d had and been a husband.

Feeling refreshed and slightly less morose, he stepped out into the bedroom, surprised to find Chrissy missing. Less surprised by Robin launching clothing at him, "Get dressed, dingus! We're going out," she informed him as she stormed past him into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind her.

He spent a few moments standing on the spot, grinning wildly to himself, she really was the best friend anyone could ask for. She knew if it were up to him, he'd sit in the room and fret about Eddie and his potentially ending relationship for hours, she knew he needed a distraction and that he needed to have no way to wiggle out of it. 

He might've had to go through hell to find her but it was so, so worth it. She was a true marvel, and he could only hope she knew how much he loved and appreciated her.

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Part 9

#sorry about the tense changes i do proof read these i promise #steddie vegas au #steddie au #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #oc dan carver #claudia henderson #background buckingham #background clarkson #platonic stobin #platonic hellcheer #steve's pov #aj writes

[triscribe]

A Theory of Family, Ch. 2

I get the feeling I’m gonna end up posting all of it here bit by bit, I just know it...

A Theory of Family

Blade of Marmora member Kexra crash-lands on a backwater planet after a mission gone wrong; she is found and looked after by a native lifeform named Allen Kogane. More than twenty years later, a Luxite blade and a pair of military dog tags help their children put the pieces together.

Characters: Keith Kogane, Acxa, Keith’s Dad, OC (Keith’s Mom)

Chapter Two

Scowling at the block of wood held tightly in his fist, Allen again scraped his pocket knife down its length. Another thin layer peeled away, yet still, the wood refused to reveal what shape laid within.

“Ji’tarus galdir keh khit?”

Allen nearly jumped out of his skin. Standing only inches away from him was his alien guest, who peered at the block in confusion.

“Ye gods, woman, don’t do that!” Only after he took a few deep breaths to calm himself did the man answer what he thought to be her question. “I’m carving. Hobby of mine, when I need to take my mind off of other things for a while.”

Slowly, the alien nodded. She then motioned at his hands. “Kreen’tu.”

“Is that what you call it? Kreen-too?”

“Vorkoz Zal,” his guest sighed, rolling her eyes. “Ji’nashus suun dan bais’kin izin kah khit daib ah kiriskan?”

“I guess not, then.”

Huffing, she nodded her head in agreement, before mimicking his carving movements with her hands. “Kreen’tu.”

Allen blinked at her. “You... Want me to teach you?” He got a shrug. “Alright, well, I’m using a softwood at the moment - easier to cut into with my little knife. The inner grain of each piece is always different, and usually after peeling away the outer layers I can get a sense of what shape is hiding within, ready to come to life.”

The man carved as he spoke, relaxing despite his guest’s close scrutiny. After explaining the basics, he fell silent, just letting her observe while he worked. It wasn’t long until a shape did emerge - easy flowing lines turning into distinct limbs tucked against a smooth body, the thick neck and head raised above them.

Once Allen put the final touches on the curving figure of the tail, he held it out for his awed audience’s inspection. “Here on Earth, this is what we call a ‘lion’. Or, well, ‘lioness’ actually, since I didn’t give her a mane.”

“Gapurin,” the alien breathed, a clawed finger hovering over the wood.

“You can have it, if you want.”

Instantly, she took it from Allen’s offering hands, to turn it every which way in the light and study each detail. In the meantime, he reached for the bag sitting by his feet to pull out another wood block. When his guest noticed this, she made an excited noise, grabbing at the belt slung over her shoulder. Allen was hard-pressed not to laugh when she pulled out her sword, the one his guest had refused to relinquish once she’d recovered from her injuries enough to start carrying again.

His amusement died away into shock when the weapon glowed, suddenly shrinking down into a handheld knife.

“...Well alright then,” he said, placing a block into her outstretched hand. The alien carefully set down her lioness, then sat on the dusty ground with an expectant expression. Chuckling, Allen moved to crouch beside her and made sure she held both blade and wood correctly.

It took more than a little work, considering her first few tries were made attempting to force the carving to take the shape she wanted, but soon enough she was finding the inner forms and letting them come to the surface.

“That’s great!” Allen exclaimed over her fourteenth creation - some sort of flower, the likes of which he’d never seen, but the details of which were very well done. “We’ll turn you into a master carver in no time, or my name isn’t Allen Kogane!”

His grin faded a bit as his guest tilted her head at him, looking surprised. Before he could ask what was wrong, it was her turn to surprise him.

“Al-en Ko-gan-eh,” she said, reaching up a hand to place on his chest. Then she pulled it back to set on her own. “Kexra. Da’nisir keh Kexra.”

He frowned, puzzling over it for a moment before the inevitable lightbulb went off. “Kexra? That’s your name?”

She nodded, and they smiled at one another.

The lioness and the flower sat side by side on the ground between them.

Kexra’s Daibazali:

Ji’tarus galdir keh khit? - What action is this?

Kreen’tu - Continue

Vorkoz Zal - (A plea to the mythical Galra progenitor)

Ji’nashus suun dan bais’kin izin kah khit daib ah kiriskan - Why did I have to land on this planet of idiots?

Gapurin - Beautiful

Da’nisir keh Kexra - My name is Kexra

#A Theory of Family #fan fiction #voltron #keith kogane #keith's mom #keith's dad #and later on keith's sister #half-galra theory #they had to start somewhere

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You do the 'tag your oc' thing a lot if it's not too much trouble could you please describe your ocs a little bit to me? They seem interesting!

K so this is kind of long so quick, Celia is proper, Chaffinch is cute, Victoria is tough, Jack is struggling, Richmond’s a dick, Elliot is sweet and they’re the main ones

The Main Characters

Celia Jameson is from 1912, shortly after the Titanic sinks. She lives with her elder brother, Dan, and his daughter, Felicity, and takes care of the house since his wife died. She’s really good at it,and when Rich “borrows” her and plops her in front of Victoria in the present along with Chaffinch and Jack she becomes the mom of everyone. Including Victoria’s dad. She’s kinda harsh tho, and pretty Edwardian prim and proper and VERY scandalized at Victoria’s language.

Chaffinch is my genderfluid child and I’m very sorry for making them suffer. They grew up on the streets of London in the 1470s and 80s after their parents died of plague and left them to take care of their two younger siblings, Jilly and Kieran. They’re 13 years old, but second only to Celia in responsibility. They’re also a huge goof and once they learn to read and begin to trust modern technology they’re like really good at video games. Also, they are 100% the cutest.

Victoria Scannado is a little shit. (5'nothing) Her entire family is named after places in Canada bc why not. She has pretty bad social anxiety, but reacts surprisingly well (in her own opinion) to three complete strangers in weird clothes and various states of distress appearing in front of her in a park. She has a mouth like a sailor and a terrible sleep schedule and no self esteem. Also, she comes off as like really calm and nice and quiet but when you get to know her she’s really hyper and too proud for her own good and really loves Harry Potter. (She’s a Slytherin probably)

James Jeremy (Jack) Callahan is a big shit. (5'11) He was taken from a battlefield in the American Revolution like three seconds after his boyfriend was shot (he lives, but Jack doesn’t know that) and he arrives crying and covered with blood. He likes to be seen as a Manly Man (he’s not). He has a terrible sense of humor, and he’s incredibly stubborn and kind of an asshole sometimes. He also gets mad really easily and he’s got the mindset of his time period for a lot of things. So he’s ridiculously patriotic and pretty chivalrous and tries not to show emotion at all ever. He’s also really good with little kids.

Families and Friends

Victoria-

Edward Scannado is Victoria’s dad. He’s trying his best and they’ve gotten by pretty well since her mom left them. He’s a pretty good dad, just a tad overprotective and he can’t cook very well. He’s very excited when Victoria finally brings home friends, even if they are dirty/bloody/old fashioned and confused and upset.

Alberta Scannado is Victoria’s grandma. She’s 86 years old and has Alzheimer’s, and she’s convinced that her older brother, who disappeared in 1940 when he was fifteen and she was eleven, is still around and visits her and sends her flowers. She lives in New York though, so Victoria and Edward, her only living relatives, can’t see her very often.

Richmond Scannado is a chaotic neutral piece of crap with a peanut allergy who figures out the secrets of time travel at the age of twelve, and by fifteen has made a plan to go back and kill George Washington Carver before he did all of his work with peanuts that made them so much more common. He fails, but is noticed, and, in an attempt to cover up what he’d done, jumps to random points in history, kidnaps three people, and drops them in front of his grandniece, who he only knew about from pictures in his sister’s apartment in her Memory Care place. Nobody calls him Richmond; most people call him Rich, but Alberta calls him Ricky and Jack calls him Dick, after learning what that means in 21st century vernacular.

Jack-

Martha and Robert Callahan are Jack’s parents. They’re pretty good. Robert is a minuteman. Martha is a worrier, and doesn’t let Jack join the army like he desperately wants to, which makes him run away from home to do it with Henry. That makes her even more worried, but she can’t do anything about it except write to tell them to be careful.

Katherine, Margaret, Elizabeth, Amelia, and Mary May Callahan are Jack’s sisters. Kate is married and lives in the next town with her husband and sons, Teddy, age 8, Nathanial, age 6, and Jacob, age 5. Meg lives next door with her husband and her two children, Frederick, who’s 4, and Baby, who will be named Josephine if she lives past two. Then there’s Jack, then Betsy, who’s 14, then Amelia, who’s 12, then Mary May, the baby, who’s 8. I won’t go into too much depth since there’s so many of them, but feel free to ask!

Henry Greene is Jack’s best friend since birth and boyfriend since a little before they joined the army. He is one of The Friendliest, Kindest Human Beings, if a bit lazy and he has absolutely no pain tolerance whatsoever. He gets shot in his first battle, right next to Jack, and seconds before Jack is whisked away to 2017. He would have died if Richmond hadn’t been helpful for once in his life and grabbed him (at Jack’s request) to take him to a modern hospital, where they save his life.

Chaffinch-

Jilly is Chaffinch’s 9 year old sister. She’s the sweetest, quietest, most adorable thing, but she’ll do anything to get out of actually working. She is the master of sweet talking and puppy eyes, and she can actually be very helpful, if it’s something she wants to do.

Kieran is Chaffinch’s six year old brother. He’s basically the polar opposite of Jilly; loud, rough and tumble, will do anything he’s told to and most things he’s told not to. Very eager to please. He’s blind in one eye, due to an incident with the corner of a table when he was a baby.

Celia-

Celia’s parents are Alec and Jane Jameson. They don’t really come into the story very much, but they live near Celia and Dan, and Johnny still lives with them. They were pretty good, if a bit strict. Jane is an amazing cook, and Celia looks (and acts, for the most part) exactly like her.

Daniel (Dan) Jameson is Celia’s older brother. He’s 28, and has been struggling with depression since his wife died and left him with their daughter, Felicity. Celia moved in to help shortly after, and she hasn’t moved back yet. She probably never will. Dan is quiet, and reserved, but pretty friendly, and he really likes woodworking.

Daisy Jameson was Dan’s wife and Celia’s sister in law. She doesn’t really come into the story much, except that she dies. She was sweet and that’s about it.

Felicity Jameson is Celia’s niece and Dan’s daughter. She’s eight years old, does not remember her mother very well, but misses her. She’s really pretty, and she knows it. She’s also just the teensiest bit spoiled, but not that much. Celia has basically raised her, and now she’s teaching her to cook, and Felicity is very good at that.

Johnny Jameson is Celia’s younger brother. He’s 19 and kind of a hothead, but also very dedicated to his family and friends. He’ll take any excuse for a fight with anyone, even though he usually loses, because he provokes people twice his size. He dies in WWI and it’s the saddest thing that happens in the entire story.

Elliot Craig is Felicity’s great grandson, which makes him Celia’s great great great grandniece? Idk. He is Garbage and I love him. Also quite possibly the Sweetest person? Always references memes and song lyrics, sometimes both at once.

Tristan is Johnny’s boyfriend and he’s not very developed yet but he tries to keep Johnny from getting into fights and usually fails but yeah.

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Okay I told you about my lame OCs, it's your turn, spill the beans on your imaginary friends

THE MAIN CHARACTERS

Ok so there’s Victoria, she swears a lot and is filled with anxiety and doesn’t sleep enough and is really short and at first she’s really quiet and kinda rude but then when you get to know her she’s p loud and hyper and really stubborn and too proud for her own good. I kinda based parts of her on you and am just now realizing this.

There’s Jack, whose name is actually James Jeremy but that’s long so Jack, who’s hecka freaking tall and from 1777 and really friendly but kind of an asshole tbh and SO DRAMATIC like DUDE CHILL but he won’t. He likes to be seen as A Manly Man With No Emotions but just no. He’s not. I love him though he’s great.

There’s Chaffinch, from 1497, who is my sweet sunshine child who I love, they have Altogether Too Much Responsibility For a 13 Year Old but they’re good at it. Their parents died a few years back (of PLAGUE) and left them with nothing except two younger siblings who now they have to take care of, which they’re good at. They’re a huge goof and so sweet and I love them

And there’s Celia, who is The Mother Of All. She’s really prim and proper prunes and prisms type and absolutely Does Not Approve of either skinny jeans or swearing. She’s a CRAZY GOOD COOK and basically puts an end to Victoria and her dad living entirely on takeout and stuff you can microwave and cereal and eggs after Victoria’s mom leaves, and eventually she becomes a WWI nurse once it starts

Richmond is a Chaotic Neutral Piece of Crap. But he’s really smart and figured out how to time travel when he was twelve, and mostly uses it to visit his younger sister in her old age so she’s not completely alone but then he decides to go back and murder George Washington Carver before he does his work with peanuts bc Richmond Is Extremely Allergic To Peanuts And He’s Tired Of Them Being In So Many Things. But he fails and kidnaps Celia and chaffinch and jack and drops them in front of Victoria, who is his grand niece and yea! He’s terrible at dealing with emotions and now we know where Victoria gets a lot of it

Elliot is Celia’s niece’s great great great grandson and he’s really nice and friendly but kind of over the top sometimes. He likes to give people nicknames. P much the embodiment of “curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back”. Can get pretty serious sometimes tho, and a good leader. He Sucks At Chess and it frustrates him to no end

THE NOT AS MAIN CHARACTERS

Edward Scannado is Victoria’s dad. He Is Trying His Best.

Alberta Scannado is Victoria’s grandma. She’s losing her memory.

Jack has six sisters, two of whom are married with tiny children. In order, Katherine, Margaret, James Jeremy, Elizabeth, Amelia, Mary May.

Also Henry, his best friend for literally ever and boyfriend for a couple months. He gets shot rlly bad seconds before Jack gets freaking kidnapped and only lives bc Richmond is helpful for once and takes him to now and he goes to the ER

Jilly is Chaffinch’s little sister. She’s 9 and rlly sweet and good but will do anything to get out of work

Kieran is Chaffinch’s little brother. He’s 6 and p rowdy and rough, and will do anything to please people

Dan is Celia’s older brother. He’s still trying to get past depression he got into when his wife died.

Felicity is Celia’s niece. She’s 8 and kinda vain but a Lovely Child.

Johnny is Celia’s younger brother. He will fight anyone and anything ever. He’ll kick your ass. He’ll kick your dog’s ass. He’ll kick his own ass.(He dies in wwi)

Juliet is Elliot’s mom. She runs a tattoo parlor and has a lot of plants and is also trying her best.

#wow that took a long time #I'm sorry #accidentally time traveling