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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Keith was used to random foster parent reassignments. He was used to packing his shit to go from house to house quickly. He was used to meeting whatever exhausted adult who needed the paycheque, knowing he’d be back at the group home in a matter of months. It was clockwork, at this point.

His new foster father was a little different. He was a weirdo.

Keith liked him, a little.

Granted, Keith barely knew him. They’d only really had the one interaction, wherein Keith had met the man who’s car he stole at the police station in handcuffs, and the man had pretty much decided then and there that he wanted to adopt Keith because he found him hilarious.

Yeah. Shiro’s a weirdo. But he’s definitely a break from the norm, which is something Keith appreciates.

“…so, technically, my fiancé is about to have the surprise of his life. But he’s pretty chill, once he gets past all the angry Spanish, so I’m sure it’ll be fine!” Shiro smiles brightly at him, and Keith can’t help the small smile he shoots back. Shiro is definitely kind of a dumbass, and his fiancé is definitely about to go bananas. Like, let’s be serious. Who impulse-decides to foster a child who is also a criminal who has also stolen your shit? It’s inane!

But, well. Keith likes chaos, so. This is going to be interesting.

“Honey, I’m home!” Shiro calls as he opens the apartment door, completely unironically.

Keith forces himself to not find Shiro amusing.

He needs to have some boundaries, or he might go do something really stupid, like get attached.

Jesus.

“In the kitchen,” comes a voice, presumably from the kitchen.

Shiro brightens like a considerably excitable puppy, which is a hilarious face to see on someone who’s supposedly some fancy military officer.

Keith follows Shiro dutifully as he makes his way to the kitchen, watching as a man — the fiancé in question, Keith would assume — idly offers his cheek for a kiss (which Shiro happily obliges) without taking his eyes off the vegetables he’s cutting. Keith sets his bag in the floor and slides onto one of the stools at the kitchen island to watch this play out.

The fiancé has yet to notice him.

“How was your day?”

Shiro’s bright smile never leaves his face. “My car got jacked!” he says, in the same tone someone might say that they were promoted.

To his credit, the fiancé — yikes, Keith needs to learn his name — doesn’t even hesitate.

“That’s probably for the best,” he drawls.

“Yeah, I got it back — hey.” Shiro honest-to-god pouts, and Keith bites his lip to keep his laughter down. “That was mean, Adam. You’re a meanie.”

The fiancé — Adam, finally a name — snorts, pausing for the first time to face Shiro fully. He presses a gentle kiss to his lips, grinning the whole time.

“I’m sorry, Takashi-baby. It’s just that you’re maybe the worst driver ever to pass the test.” He softens his words with another kiss, which seems to mollify Shiro a little.

Keith quietly takes out his notebook and a pencil, and starts sketching. This will make a hilarious comic. Not that he really has anyone to show his comics, but he enjoys amusing himself.

“Anyways,” Adam continues, turning back to the cutting board, “did you get the car back?”

“Yeah! Went to the police station, talked to the kid who took it. He’s actually a sweetheart, and he returned my keys and everything. Say hi, Keith!”

Keith decides he is going to do the funniest thing he could possibly do at the moment. Well, to him, anyway.

“Hi, Keith,” he repeats.

Shiro laughs.

Adam turns around, looks at him, and sighs.

“Takashi,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose, “did steal a whole-ass child?”

“Of course not! I applied to foster him.”

Adam turns to Keith. “Blink twice if you’ve been kidnapped.”

“Hey!”

Keith snorts. “I don’t think Shiro is capable of kidnapping anyone.”

Adam nods seriously. “Good point. He’s not very organized, is he?”

Keith shakes his head, giggling. “His car is a mess!”

“Hey!” Shiro protests again, but he doesn’t really look upset. “That’s not fair. It’s two versus one!”

Adam and Keith look at each other. Adam raises an eyebrow. Keith nods solemnly. “I’m sorry to inform you, Takashi,” Adam says, “but you are never going to win an argument again.”

Somehow, Shiro doesn’t look very sad at the prospect.

Keith smiles to himself. Maybe this will turn out even better than he thought.

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transcodedcharacterstournament · 1 year

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Welcome!!

Hello tumblr, I've decided to make a trans coded characters tournament. After following so many of those tumblr poll bracket tournament I’ve finally decided to make one of my own. This blog is inspired by blogs like @swaglesscompetition @clown-poll @bluehairpronounsbracket @autismswagsummit @tech-girl-swagbattle and many more

Out of all the polls I've seen, I'm surprised this isn't one yet. In this tournament, characters are going to fight to the death to see who is the most trans coded. So submit your characters that you think are trans (you definitely know they're trans but the creaters are cringe and won't make them trans). Submit them here

Submission rules/things

Characters can be any gender

You can submit as many characters as you want

These characters don't have to be popular they can be from niche shows/movies

No actual trans characters (I'm trying to keep this as fair as I can)

I don't know how many brackets there will be it's all dependent on how many characters I get

The deadline is March 3rd (changed the deadline)

Also no real people

Characters I've already added

Hunter - toh

Danny phantom - danny phantom

Marco - svtfoe

Diper and Mable - gravity falls

Sonic - sonic

Pidge- voltron

Howl - howls moving castle

Jesse and James - pokémon

Aizawa - mha (idk I just feel it in my bones)

Sam - supernatural ( once again, I just feel it in my bones, man

#blorbo #transgender #the owl house #my hero acadamy #gravity falls #svtfoe #volton #sonic the hedgehog #pokemon #supernatural #howls moving castle #danny phantom

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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Okay so I counted the total number of notes on all of my posts and came to a grand total of:

839?!?!?

Oh. My. Goodness.

Thank you ALL so so so much!!!!!!! I'm having a mini freakout over here!!!!!

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The MFE pilots and Atlas crew know Shiro as "Captain," or "Takashi" at the friendliest.

They view him as a superior, someone to respect.

Which probably explains why they're so confused about his closeness with the paladins.

Colleen will be speaking to her child about motherly things, and suddenly Shiro will walk over and ruffle Pidge's hair.

Or Veronica will be lecturing Lance about doing something stupid (The other traitorous paladins snuck off and mouthed their thanks towards him for 'taking one for the group.') and suddenly Lance will call out. "Hey Shiro!" before bro-hugging him.

They finally ask about it one day in the lounge when the majority of the Atlas crew and the paladins -even Keith- are all just chilling after a long battle.

Shiro is watching the paladins (read: Keith, Lance, and Pidge) play each other aggressively on the gaming console that Pidge apparently installed into the ship.

Shiro goes to grab them snacks because he's awesome like that.

When he hands said snacks to the three gamers, they all chorus, "Thanks, Spacedad," creepily in sync.

Everyone turns immediately in shock.

Of course, they had already figured out that the members of Voltron are very close with Shiro, but not that close.

Sam Holt feels slightly replaced.

"What is going on? Where is your military hierarchy?" Griffin pipes up.

Shiro is not AT ALL fond of Griffin. Yes, Keith did let the first punch fly when they got into that fight at the Garrison all those years ago, but Shiro will hold a grudge against anyone who dares hurt his baby physically or verbally (and James did both!) and therefore believes that Keith was at least 80% justified in his act of aggression.

WOW, that was a long sentence.

So when Shiro responds as neutrally as possible, it's with a slightly upturned nose and a dignified tone of superiority.

"I gave up trying to stop them a LONG while ago. I've come to terms with it."

Hunk walks in at that moment.

"Hey guys! Are we talking about Shiro's nickname? 'Cuz we gave him a shirt with 'Spacedad' written across it in sparkly letters last year for his birthday that I particularly like."

The other 3 paladins present nod mindlessly as they continue to battle each other virtually.

Shiro gives everyone a look that says, 'See? Totally normal.'

"It's the only way I can keep them in line. They threaten each other saying that they'll call their 'dad' which is me if you haven't figured that out yet somehow, and it actually works most of the time."

Lance snorts. "Yup. Spacedad's gotta do what a Spacedad's gotta do."

Shiro gives him a look.

"Okay I might have to smack you with a pillow for that one."

Lance squeals and wraps his arms around Keith for protection, causing the boy to startle and drop his own controller.

Pidge finally pulls ahead and wins. They jump up and crow out victoriously, "YES! In your FACES you crap-eating WEBLUM FACES."

Keith groaned and leaned back into Lance's chest (because Lance is tryna be sneaky and is therefore taking this as his chance to trap Keith securely in his arms).

"I blame this on you, Spacedad. I have to let Lance and Pidge braid my hair now."

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I just added Spacedad to my computer's dictionary so that it would stop trying to spellcheck me. This is how you know that I'm truly way too into Voltron. Oh, well.

#spacedad #volton #voltron legendary defender #vld #takashi shirogane #pidge gunderson #lance mcclain #keith kogane #notes of klance #technically klance #klance #griffin is a crap-eating weblum face #no arguments #tawny post

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junos-horns · 2 years

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they’re making friendship bracelets

#klance #myart #art #my fanart #vld fanart #keith kogane #lance mcclain #volton #my klance art #vld lance #vld keith #this was supposed to be a comic during julance buttttttt no time #so small line art doodle while I procrastinate :’3

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oliver-queen-aka-green-arrow · 1 year

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Allura inspired nails

#voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #volton #allura vld #vld allura #voltron themed nails

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pendragonsgallery · 2 years

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Some quick sketches of Damien, the galra oc from my voltron fanfiction, Asterism :)

#volton #vld #vld lance #vld keith #asterism #fanfic rec #he’s my pal #he’s my homeboy #my rotten soldier #he’s my sweet cheese #my good time boy #voltron fanart

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curlymeme · 8 days

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Chapter Three - Galra Chronicles

Lance MCclan x Amira Thorn (My Oc) x Keith Kogane

Summary- Amira reunites with a close friend at bakery in Paris, where they share secret. Later, at a meeting with Allura and others, Amira provides insights on the criminal organization Galra. The team plans to attend Mr. Prieur's party to gather intel. Amira and Keith share a tense moment in his hotel room, hinting at their complicated relationship.

Amira approached The Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie, savoring the scent of freshly baked croissants. The bell chimed as she entered.

"I'm coming!" a small voice called out.

"Take your time!" Amira called back.

Marinette sprang up from behind the counter. "Amira! It's so good to see you!" She exclaimed, embracing her friend.

"I've missed you," Amira replied, returning the hug.

"What are you doing here?" Marinette asked, releasing her embrace.

"Here at your parents' bakery or here in Paris?"

Marinette gave Amira a knowing look. "I'm here on business, Mari. I stopped by to check on you."

"Oh, I'm doing great! You being here is great! I'm experimenting with pie recipes! You should try a piece," Marinette exclaimed, pulling Amira behind the counter.

Amira allowed Marinette to guide her. "Are you sure? Last time I saw you, you were stressed out of your mind."

Marinette cut a piece of pie and handed it to Amira. "I'm doing better, I promise."

Amira took a bite of the pie. "I knew you would figure out a balance. I thought superhero life would get harder with age."

Marinette playfully smacked Amira. "How have you been?"

"This pie is delicious, what is it made from?" Amira asked, trying to change the topic.

Marinette rolls her eyes. "You can't change the topic; friends tell friends what's up. Plus, my parents aren't home."

Amira places the pie down beside her and hops onto the counter. "I'm on an undercover mission."

Marinette grabs a fork and takes a piece of Amira's pie. "Oh, sounds fun!"

Amira sighs, swinging her feet back and forth. "Normally, it would be."

"But?" Marinette prompts, sucking on her fork.

"I'm posing as a married couple with Lance," Amira says.

Marinette looks at Amira. "The guy with blue eyes from Seattle?"

"The one and only," Amira replies humorously.

Marinette thinks for a moment. "The only advice I could give you is to give him another chance. People make mistakes, Amira."

Amira considers for a moment. "Perhaps you're right. I think I'll give Lance another chance."

Marinette scoffs. "You mean, give him a chance. As much as I love you, Amira, you don't tend to give people a chances."

Amira rolls her eyes. "Whatever."

"So, did that cute guy with the purple eyes join you on this mission?" Marinette questioned.

Amira smiled, grabbing a bowl with left over batter, "He did actually. Only he's not an agent anymore. He made lieutenant!"

"Oh, wow! Impressive. Are you planning on messing around with him again?" Marinette asked suggestively.

Amira playfully nudged her blue-haired friend. "I'm not sure my husband would be okay with that."

Marinette giggled. "I'm not sure he'd be okay with that either."

As Amira moved to speak, the bakery door opened, and a soft voice called out for Marinette.

"Charlotte, what are you doing here?" Marinette asked, confused.

Charlotte looked at the two girls behind the counter, dumbstruck. "It appears you're busy. I can come back later!"

Amira hopped off the counter, placing the bowl down and rushed towards the door. "It's okay, I was just leaving! It was nice seeing you, Marinette!"

Closing the door behind her, she could hear her friend wishing her well.

Amira strolls beneath the arches, tracing the pathways of the central garden in Place des Vosges. As she approaches, Lance and Keith accompanied by two unfamiliar figures, she quietly approaches from behind, which goes unnoticed by the boys. Stealthily, she walks up behind the boys, who remain oblivious to her presence.

Meanwhile, Allura catches sight of Amira and extends a welcoming hand. "You must be Miss Thorn! I've heard great things about you," she exclaims warmly.

As the boys make space in between them for Amira, she remains silent, simply returning Allura's handshake.

Allura retrieves a badge from her pocket, assuming a more official demeanor. "Special Agent Allura Farla. Interpol. Grand Theft Division," she declares, flashing her badge with authority as her distinctive British accent fills the air.

She then turns to her partner, a lean man with pale skin, short orange hair, and a bushy orange mustache. "Sir Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe. Interpol. Grand Theft and Larceny Division," she introduces.

Amira interjects, "I'm with the Secret Service."

Allura furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "You're not with GISS?"

Amira smiles. "No, but I do work closely with them."

"I see. Now that introductions are out of the way, let's get going!" Allura announces.

Amira takes hold of Lance's arm, pulling him slightly aside from the group. "Catch me up," she requests.

In an annoyed tone, Lance responds, "Where were you? And why were you late?"

Amira nudges Lance in a playful manner, dismissing his questions. "That's none of your concern. Let's focus on the task at hand," she insists.

Sighing in defeat, "We're heading to a restaurant named La Place Royale. We'll be meeting Mr. Prieur there."

As they enter the restaurant, Allura handles the check-in process, leading them to their table where Mr. Prieur awaits.

"This is our client, Aleksandr Prieur," Allura introduces, gesturing towards the tall, muscular man with broad shoulders. "Hello. Please, have a seat," he greets in a dry tone.

"Wow, doesn't he look good for his age," Amira muses to herself as she takes in Mr. Prieur's appearance.

Lance courteously pulls out a chair for Amira, who gracefully takes her seat. Allura begins the conversation, "As you're aware, you received a call from an anonymous—"

Before she can finish Mr. Prieur interjects, "Can we discuss this matter after we've enjoyed a nice warm meal?"

"This is something we need to discuss urgently, Mr. Prieur," Keith asserts impatiently.

Mr. Prieur remains stubborn, insisting, "Of course, after we've had a warm meal."

Amira rolls her eyes, deciding she doesn't have time for this. "I'll be at the bar," she announces, rising from her seat.

Lance watches her leave for a moment before speaking up, "I'm going to join her. I hope you don't mind."

Mr. Prieur nods, "I understand. Go fetch your wife."

Lance quickly follows Amira to the bar and takes a seat beside her on a barstool.

"Two waters, please!" Lance requests the bartender.

"Coming right up!" the bartender responds.

After being served, the pair sit quietly together. That's when Lance turns his body to face Amira. "Excuse me, miss?"

Amira faces Lance, looking confused. "What?"

"My name is Lance McClain. What's your name, beautiful?" he says respectfully.

Amira smiles, still skeptical. "Are you serious?" she asks.

"I'm being dead serious," Lance replies, smiling softly.

Amira giggles. "You know who I am, Lance," she says playfully.

Lance looks at Amira softly. "I know Seattle didn't go to well, so I want to start over. Straight from scratch. Please give me a chance to."

Amira thinks for a moment biting her lip, "I'm Amira Thorn. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Let me buy you a real drink? Yeah?" Lance suggests.

"Sure, why not," Amira replies, amused by the situation.

Across the room, the three agents watch them closely.

"They make a lovely couple," Allura remarks, taking in the romantic scene before her.

Keith scoffs and mumbles under his breath, "It's not real."

Unheard by anyone else, Mr. Prieur speaks, "Young love. I truly wish the best for their relationship."

As the evening progresses, the tension in the air seems to dissipate, replaced by an air of camaraderie and shared purpose among the separate groups. Despite the weight of their mission and the uncertainties ahead, there's a sense of solidarity and determination among them.

Back in New York, Pidge diligently sifted through data, attempting to trace the anonymous caller's identity. Hunk, her ever-curious companion, finally broke the silence after an hour of intense scrutiny of her computer screen.

"So, I've been wondering," Hunk began, his brow furrowed in curiosity, "how do you pinpoint the caller's location from a phone booth, especially with multiple booths around?"

Pidge glanced up briefly, explaining her process. "I'm scanning for outgoing calls from phone booths near the Seine during the time of the call. We received it around 9:30 AM our time, so I'm narrowing down the search to 2:30-3:30 PM Paris time. Once we identify potential calls, our agents in Paris can follow up with local witnesses, like shop owners."

A sudden knock interrupted their conversation, startling them both. Hunk's face lit up as Shay, his girlfriend, appeared at the door with three cups of coffee.

"Shay!" Hunk exclaimed, rushing over to greet her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, sweetie," Shay replied affectionately. "I'm sorry about canceling our date tonight. Shiro put us on Code Black." Hunk says disappointingly.

"Code Black? Overnight assignment, huh? Well, at least you brought coffee!" Shay grinned, accepting the cup.

Shay turned to Pidge with a warm smile. "I got one for you too, Pidge," she said, handing her a cup of coffee.

“How thoughtful of you!” Pidge said, accepting the coffee from Shay with gratitude.

As Pidge dove back into her work, Hunk and Shay exchanged affectionate words, lost in their own little world.

"Sorry again, Shay. I promise to make it up to you," Hunk said, his tone filled with regret.

Shay waved off his apology with a smile, giving him a quick peck on the lips that elicited a delighted giggle from Hunk. "Bye, bookie wookie!" she called out as she left.

Pidge couldn't help but tease Hunk, mimicking Shay's affectionate nickname. “Bye, bookie wookie!” she said with a grin, causing Hunk to blush.

"Have you found anything yet?" Hunk asked eagerly, trying to steer the conversation away from his embarrassment.

"Yes! I have, actually. It looks like a call was made at 2:06 PM from a phone booth near a nightclub called GM Red Room," Pidge reported, a hint of triumph in her voice.

Hunk jumped up, pumping his fists in victory. "We did it!"

Pidge smiled up at him. "I did it. Now all we have to do now is inform the agents."

Upon arriving at Mr. Prieur's opulent mansion, the six settled into the grand parlor area, surrounded by plush furnishings and intricate decor.

Amira gracefully took her place next to Lance on the exquisite red velvet couch, their presence commanding attention amidst the lavish surroundings. With Shiro's holographic projection on the wall, they began their conference call.

Allura spoke up, her voice resonating with authority. "As I was saying earlier, your office received a call from an anonymous source regarding the theft of 'Voltron,' but we've yet to identify the sender."

"We managed to trace the call back to a phone booth near the Seine, but determining the caller's identity has proven challenging due to it being a public line," Shiro explained. "Our best analysts are currently working on it."

"We're doing our part as well," Allura added.

"After we were alerted, we informed Mr. Prieur about the situation. We've also reached out to the local Parisian police, although it seems they're preoccupied with a rather bizarre situation involving a man in purple causing chaos with butterflies. Quite incompetent," Allura remarked, disapproval lacing her words."

Lance leaned towards Amira, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Butterflies terrorizing Paris? Sounds like quite the spectacle," he quipped.

Amira suppressed a smile, her gaze shifting to Prieur, who was pouring himself a drink. "I recall seeing a tall man lurking around my wing of the Louvre last week. Unfortunately, that's all I can remember. My thoughts have been scattered lately."

"We've scoured our international database and have a lead," Allura announced solemnly. "The Galra."

"My team has been tirelessly researching the Galra, but we've hit a dead end," Shiro admitted.

Amira spoke calmly yet firmly. "The Galra are one of the world's most notorious criminal organizations. They engage in various illicit activities, including drug trafficking, sex trafficking, identity fraud, money laundering, and more. It's believed they operate Europe's largest black market, with rumored headquarters in Russia, Japan, and Brazil."

As Amira's revelation sank in, everyone in the room fell into stunned silence. Allura broke the silence, her voice steady. "Their leader goes by the name 'Zarkon.' We aren't sure what his real name is. They're practically invisible, with no records of them anywhere. Any time Interpol gets close to them, they seem to vanish into thin air. We only found out about them when one of them came to us seeking asylum. Now he's one of our informants. How do you know so much about the Galra, Miss Thorn?"

Amira hesitated for a moment before responding, "I've had run-ins in the past."

Allura regarded Amira skeptically. "How odd. That's something we should discuss more about later, Miss Thorn."

Clearing his throat, Coran then pulled up a holographic map. "Our informant told us that there has been a high degree of Galra activity near the Seine recently, and that's where you all come in. You three were called here to go undercover at Mr. Prieur's party Friday night, to scope out the area where the anonymous source was."

"I will add your cover names to the guest book for the party Friday night," Mr. Prieur said. "In fact, I'll put all of you down as VIPs! You won't have to wait in the queue. It starts at 19:00! Don't be late."

"I'm just informing you that there's no reliable way to identify a Galra member," Allura says.

Amira interjects, "Actually, most Galra members have a genetic birth defect that gives them violet eyes."

Keith's eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, focusing on his hands.

"Well, that's something I was not informed about," Allura remarks, slightly annoyed. "How do you know this information?"

"Inside sources," Amira replies bluntly.

Changing the subject, Lance spoke up, "I have a question for you, Mr. Prieur" Mr. Prieur nodded, signaling for Lance to continue. "What is this 'Voltron' that you're so protective over?"

"I can't say. It's classified," Mr. Prieur replied cryptically.

Allura glanced at her watch. "Oh my! Look at the time, it's almost 21:30! We must go! Thank you for letting us use your home," she said, smiling at Mr. Prieur.

"It was my pleasure, Allura," he replied.

"Great. I'll talk to you all tomorrow. Goodnight everyone," Shiro said, and the projection disappeared from the wall. The five exited the mansion and gathered in the circular driveway to discuss the next day's plans.

"Tomorrow at 10 AM, we will meet at the Pont des Arts. There, we have a secret base set up underground. Then we will go from there," Allura explained.

Coran retrieved his keys. "We'll drive you back to your hotel in our car," he offered.

Amira waved her hand dismissively. "It's alright! We can walk."

"I insist!" Coran exclaimed, clicking a button on his keychain. A sleek orange car pulled up beside them. "Climb in. This bad boy will get you to the hotel in no time!"

The three squeezed into the back of the sports car as Coran sped down the road, ignoring safety laws. By the time they reached the hotel, Lance and Keith looked a bit green.

"Are you two okay?" Amira teased.

"Obviously not!" Lance replied, leaning over in distress.

"Well, you're a big boy. Get over it," Amira said, hooking onto Lance's arm.

As the three made their way up to their hotel rooms, Lance was hit with nausea. "Well, see you two tomorrow," said Keith, making his way to his hotel room.

"Hold up, Keith. Can we talk?" Amira said, and Keith held the door open for her. She turned to Lance, who had an annoyed expression on his face "I'll only be a minute. Go take care of your stomach."

Lance gave her half a smile and went inside their shared room. Amira and Keith quickly headed into his hotel room. Immmediately Amira started to unbutton her blouse.

Keith avoided eye contact. "What are you doing?"

Amira smirks, "What do you think I'm doing, Keith? You seem stressed. I can help with that," Amira said, shrugging off her top.

Keith grabbed Amira's waist as she delicately started to kiss his neck. "Amira-"

Amira cupped Keith's face in her hands, looking directly into his eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

Keith sighed, grabbing Amira's hands. "No, but l- I just can't have you right now," he said, placing his forehead on hers.

"Why not, Keith?" Amira whined, kissing him softly. "Didn't we have a good time back in Seattle?"

"Yes, we did," Keith said, kissing Amira fiercely.

As quickly as their kiss ignited, it ended abruptly as Keith pulled away, softly rubbing Amira's face. "Go to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Amira smiled buttoning her blouse, "Sure thing, Lieutenant!" she said teasingly, stepping out of his hotel room. Keith closed his eyes and sighed as he rubbed his face.

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