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He’s just a lil guy about to question your life decisions and probably scream at you <3
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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 139
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Cuba was loud. Loud and people everywhere. Lance had bugged him to call Shiro, his brother giving him a hard time for forgetting, but Matt had already called to let him know that he and Lance had a very... intimate reunion. Stupid perverted wolf. He was having a moment with his boyfriend, not some kind of scandalous tryst.
Lance didn’t talk as much as he thought he would. So Keith didn’t push it. He’d sent Shiro a proper message explaining Miriam had passed and that Lance needed a little more time before they’d be headed back to America. Matt had let Shiro know, but Keith felt like maybe that’d been Lance’s place to say. Shiro and Curtis sending their condolences. Each time Lance would point something out, Keith tried to take as many photos on his phone as he could, so Lance would have physical evidence to match his memories.
Stopping for lunch near the beach, Keith realised how screwed he would have been without Lance there to translate for him. Sure, there was English to cater to the tourists, but Lance made it look easy. Chatting away with the servers, swimming in the jumper that he was wearing. His boyfriend had already managed to get him new shoes. They weren’t shiny red converses with smiley faces on them, but they were sneakers because Lance simply rolled his eyes at the idea of boots in the heat.
Sitting across from his boyfriend in the cafe, Keith realising that Lance actually looked a little older. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but there was something there. Then again, he hadn’t seen his boyfriend’s face in the sun like this in far too long
“You’re staring”
“You’re cute”
Lance huffed at him. Keith couldn’t help how in love with Lance he was
“Can... can you maybe... not compliment me as much?”
“Nope”
His boyfriend huffed again. Did Lance think he was complimenting him to cover other feelings? Or was hating on himself so hard that he struggling to see how beautiful he was? All he had to do was look at Lance and he wanted to say nice things. The Keith from this time last year wouldn’t have believed it. He probably would have broken someone’s face had they suggested he’d be like this with anyone.
Forcing his attention to the meal, he wasn’t sure what it was. It smelt really good. Keith wasn’t sure about the beans, his diet didn’t consist of much outside green beans and baked beans. Baked beans banned because Shiro’s farts were no joke. Pointing with his fork, Lance explained what they were eating
“It’s Ropa Vieja. It’s very good. It’s mostly pulled stewed beef with veggies”
“I don’t think I’ve even heard of it”
“You missed out. Mami used to make a mean ropa. It’s like Cuba’s number one dish and she would come back and murder me if you didn’t try it at least once”
Lance was right, Keith’s eyes widened at the first taste of beef, scoffing down a second forkful. Lance seemed to find it funny enough that he laughed. An actual, proper, barking laugh where he scrunched his face up and people stared. Swallowing quickly, he got hit with the heat of the spices, Lance’s shoulders were shaking with laughter
“What’s so funny?”
“I told you it was good and you still looked like you’d come in your pants at the first bite”
“It is good... Wait, are you trying to say I make weird faces during sex?”
“You make very manly and sexy faces... but that face was gold”
Keith pulled his phone out his pocket, snapping a photo of Lance who sobered as he drew his brow realising what Keith had done. It’d make the perfect proof of life photo for Pidge
“Did you just take a photo?”
“You mocked my “oh” face”
“You have a many manly sex face. Just be careful with where you’re taking photos”
That was thing? Then again, there kind of seemed like a vague memory that maybe a thing
“I didn’t think about that. It was nice seeing you laugh, even it was at me”
He had no idea of the etiquette of Cuba, probably acting like the dumb America tourist he was
“It’s fine here. Mami and I came here a bit on the way too and from the hotel. On Wednesday’s they clear out the tables at night and they have dances”
“I bet Mami loved that”
“She did. We mostly shuffled on the spot but she said it reminded her of when Papi took her dancing. It’s weird when your mum gropes your butt”
“I bet she winked too”
“Yep. I wish I’d come back here sooner with her. I feel like I wasted time not”
“Nah, I’m sure she was happy. Oh, I better text Pidge and Hunk. Is there anything you want me to say?”
“Just tell them I miss them. I do... miss them I mean, but at this stage I’m not sure how to face them”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m here. Coran kept getting pushed out the way so Pidge could talk to me. He actually looked annoyed”
“He’s got a hard enough job. He paid for all of this. I mean, I know he used funds from VOLTRON, but that hotel isn’t cheap...”
“He did it because he loves you. I’m sure there’s plenty of funding, and I’m sure there’s things you haven’t cashed in on because you didn’t want to make a fuss”
“He did try to give me my blood for free... I feel better when I’m paying. More independent and not like a teen getting money from dad”
“See. There you go. This is like really good, can you make this at home?”
“You want me to?”
“Heck yes. Don’t get me wrong, Rome is like a food lovers paradise but pasta gets sooooo repetitive”
“You better make the most of it. There’s still a lot of dishes to try”
“What about going out for dinner? With Matt and Rieva?”
Lance fumbled his fork. Keith kicking himself but the words had slipped out
“I’m... I was really rude to them”
“I doubt they care”
“I care. I ran the first time I saw them”
Keith raised an eyebrow at the thought of a pregnant Lance thinking he could leg it from two werewolves. His boyfriend had zero chance
“Babe, they missed you”
“They’ll want to talk about what happened and I’m... telling you is...”
Right. Lance was still trying to tell him what he could, how he could...
“... telling you is because she saw you as her son. Telling them, I just... it’s harder”
“We don’t have to tell them the things you’re not comfortable with. If we have dinner, we can go after... but it’ll be a good step”
“What if they can’t forgive me?”
“The only person who can’t forgive you is you. Just put it in the back of your mind”
“I’ve been thinking about it too much...”
“I’m shocked you’d over think anything ever”
“Now you’re being mean”
“You still love me. Seriously though, this is really good. Can I help you make it?”
He was going to text Pidge but his food was too appealing. Shovelling down another forkful, Lance swallowed as he watched him, seeming a little flustered. Keith wished he knew what kind of expression he was showing the man he loved
“Uh. I guess... we should eat. We’re heading back to the hotel after this. I can’t seem to make it through without my afternoon nap”
“I’ve deprived you of your morning nap, haven’t I?”
“Yeah... and my morning self wallowing”
“I’m like the worst boyfriend ever”
“Nah. You’re pretty much the best I’ve ever had”
It took Keith a long moment. His heart filled with pride at the praise until he realised he was the only boyfriend Lance ever had. Lance chuckled when the realisation hit him, Keith kicking him lightly under the table. His boyfriend was a brat.
*
When Lance went down for a nap, Keith was shooed off to let him sleep. The cafe was the perfect distance back to the hotel for Lance to have processed eating and be needing to throw it back up. The vampire had eaten enough human food to rival Matt. Keith could keep up, though he tried. Everything tasted amazing, and all he wanted to do was bask in his food coma, then Lance had kicked him out because his hand had slipped a little too low rubbing his boyfriend’s belly. It wasn’t his fault he loved feeling the swell... Lance didn’t trust him to behave. Lance declaring his arse off limits.
Throwing himself down on the sofa in the living area, he was bored already. He’d messaged chat rather than just Pidge, then avoided checking the messages he got in reply. Shay knew he was in Rome for work, and that Lance was on holiday visiting family with his grandmother. Their chat looked rather sad. Shay had expressed her condolences, which Keith accepted on Lance’s behalf. He didn’t have much to do on his own. People were tiring, the noise reaching the hotel room through Lance’s still open bedroom door. If they were going out to dinner, he really should make the effort with Matt and Rieva. Lance was sleeping and he was sure the pair would let him know if Lance needed him back.
Doing what any normal person would do, Keith climbed over to their balcony, knocking on the back door rather than going out into the hall and all the way around. Rieva opened the door with a laugh
“We were wondering how long it’d be before you came over. Couldn’t take the front door?”
“Too much like effort”
“Fair enough. Come in. Mi casa es su casa. Matt, Keith’s here!”
Their hotel room was as nice as Lance’s, decorated the same, complete with clothes everywhere. Keith ignore the thin lace thong hanging off the corner of the sofa as he stood there with his hands in his pockets
“I know Keith’s here! I heard him!”
Matt was rubbing sunscreen on as he came out of his and Rieva’s room. The werewolf having either squeezed too much out, or accidentally burst the tube. The second option seemed more likely seeing it was in his hair. Rieva laughed at her boyfriend, walking over to him. Keith thought she was going to help with the mess until she drew a dick on Matt’s chest. Matt rolling his eyes at her as he smeared sunscreen across the outline to erase it
“Anyway, what brings you over? I didn’t think you wanted to be balcony buddies”
“Leave him alone. You know he only arrived last night”
“He did? Really... Hey!”
Keith snorted as Rieva slapped her boyfriend hard enough for Matt to double over
“Ignore him. I told him we’d go to the pool and he’s been acting like a hyperactive child since”
“Who says I’m not a hyperactive child in disguise?”
Rieva smacked him again
“It would explain so much. Anyway, how is Lance? We saw you two left earlier?”
Keith shrugged, it was really awkward standing there with lingerie just laying around
“About as well as can be expected. Convinced himself that he needs to be strong for everyone else. He’s worked himself up about being rude to you”
Matt huffed, giving up on rubbing in the sunscreen in favour of wiping it on Rieva’s arm. Both werewolves had new scars. Making a face as Rieva wiped sunscreen back on him, Matt sounded as chill as expected
“Lance is “bro-dude” for life. He gets the only free passes we give”
“We really do owe him so much. Garrison is such a lovely town. My boss even let me keep my job despite everything. Now we just need to turn Matt into a respectable member of society”
“I am pretty respectable... This sunscreen is awful”
“As awful as those dead things we found on the beach?”
Matt lit up
“I forgot about those! Hang on...”
Dripping sunscreen from his hair, Matt jogged back into the bedroom. Rieva seemed to know what was happening here.. he was sure he hadn’t missed a hint
“What’s he doing?”
Why was he questioning Matt’s action. He was weird as hell every day of the damn week
“You’ll see”
What was that supposed to mean? Matt calling out
“We found these last night. We thought something had washed up dead on the beach... like a whale or something because there’s sharks and the stench. Anyway, we thought you’d find it interesting”
Coming out with his red converses, Keith could have hugged Matt
“I thought I’d lost them!”
“You would have if we hadn’t been making sure you and Lance were okay. Rieva stopped me from rolling in them...”
“They’re new!”
“They still smell like your feet! And where is the thank you?”
“Thanks guys! Lance had to pretty much organise a new pair for me... you guys are awesome!”
“You’re lucky someone didn’t steal them. Don’t go leaving them around again”
Handing his shoes over, Keith really could have kissed Matt. Finally his stalkerish ways were beneficial
“I had to stop Matt from rolling on them last night. You can take the wolf out of the country, but that doesn’t make him civilised”
“I’m just happy he didn’t chew them... Any way, I wanted to know if you two wanted to go out for dinner with me and Lance tonight? It’s nothing special, and Mami is kind of... he’s still processing. He goes from not being able to say a thing to telling me all about their trip”
“We’d love to. Do you want to come down to the pool with us?”
He’d love to... but he should get back to Lance. Lance had had long enough to fall asleep and he wanted to show him the smiley faces on his shoes...
“I better head back, but I totally owe you for saving my shoes”
“You can pick up tonight’s drink tab...”
“Not with the way you drink. That bill would be higher than both sets of sneakers...”
Matt huffed at him, crossing his arms and channeling the most “Pidge look” he could... Failing on account of the sunscreen
“Cheapskate. Fine. Go back to Lance. We won’t be hurt that you’re bailing on us”
Pidge would have been much more aggressive, with more threats of “ankle biting” or “dick punching”
“It’s only until tonight... I know he’s been... well, Lance, but I’m glad you guys came down here to be here”
Rieva seemed to have “baby fever”
“We couldn’t leave him alone. Did you see how big he’s gotten!? I can’t wait to see the twins... he looks so cute!”
“Careful, babe. Keith might stab you if you make a move on Lance”
“I missed him! Plus werewolves love pups... I can’t wait to see the nursery... you are living in Garrison, right?”
“Oh. Yeah. That’s the plan. Shiro and Curtis are going to live in Platt...”
Matt rolled his eyes
“They should just move out to Garrison. Curtis is going to have fun with those horns of his”
Coran was going to have a proper look at Curtis when he returned. Breaking his horn had had affected his quintessence, now he had two... It was science and quintessence stuff above him
“Yeah. Anyway, thanks for this. I’ll just hop back over the balcony. See you guys later”
*
Lance was still awake when Keith came back with his shoes. Leaving them in the living area, Keith washed his hands then headed into Lance’s room, Lance raising his head to smile at him
“Have fun?”
“I thought you were sleeping”
“I heard you go...”
“I didn’t want to disturb you sleeping”
“It’s fine... they’re your friends”
Moving over to Lance’s bed, Keith pulled his shirt off before climbing under the covers in with his boyfriend. Spooning up around him, Lance rolled over onto his back, biting his lip as he did
“What’s up?”
“Nothing... just wanted to look at you”
Tucking back a stray curl behind Lance’s ear, he realised his boyfriend had a few small grey hairs. Lance had lamented the lack of grey in his hair...
“What’s wrong?”
“You’ve got grey hairs...”
He expected Lance to shoot up and rush to check. Instead his boyfriend nodded
“Yeah. I look a little older too... Coran pointed it out. He said it’s because so much energy is going into the pregnancy”
“Are you okay? Are the twins okay?”
“I... yeah”
Lance wasn’t telling him everything. He could tell. Gone was the Keith that didn’t pick up on social cues
“Babe, there’s something you’re holding back”
“If I tell you, you’ll hate me”
“That’s impossible. Is it to do with the bleed? Is there some kind of complication?”
“It’s... kind of Coran trying to work things out as it progresses. He said some things, that he’s only guessing... he said I might not carry to full term. That they could be born early. I mean, twins usually are. But another bleed could bad... like actually really bad. He did some genetic testing too... that was scary. A big huge needle right into the stomach...”
Keith’s heart was sinking. That didn’t sound like something people did when things were normal
“Was there something wrong?”
Lance’s hands went to his belly, his boyfriend cared more about his bump than he’d let anyone see
“It’s just a theory that I’m sick because these two are full human, with your blood type instead of mine. Despite floating around in me, feeding on my blood and nutrients and all that, they’re human. But that... could change. I mean, they really should be part vampire... it’s possible that my body could get too weak and start feeding off them... when they’re bigger... My body is kind of unique... I’ve been spending... a lot of time trying to eat as much as I can. You saw me at lunch. I’ve had pretty much no appetite since Mami passed, but I’ve been working hard for them... it’s so frustrating throwing everything back up when I’m trying so hard”
This was the kind of thing Coran should have told him... Coran had tried to talk to him alone. He’d been so desperate to get to Lance... he could have kicked himself. As it was, he didn’t know if the twins were from his weak pull out game or a dodgy condom. He’d never doubted paternity. Lance wasn’t like that... but he was pissed that Lance hadn’t told him this sooner
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because... because I’m trying so hard. I promise I am. I have fresh blood brought to me and I drink more and sleep more and I’ve been careful about not tripping or slipping...”
“Their my twins too. You have to stop taking everything on your own shoulders”
“You weren’t there! You weren’t! I know you couldn’t help it but you were gone and I had to cope the best I could!”
Lance rolled away from him, curling around his stomach as he started to cry. Keith didn’t want to not be there
“I couldn’t help it!”
“I know! I told you to go! And I hate that I did! I hated it! I wanted to go. I wanted to go find you but I couldn’t even be that courageous!”
“Yeah, well it wasn’t that fucking easy being away from you either! Matt and Rieva got hurt! People died! Lotor is now a fucking prince of a whole damn empire! We were being hunted by those loyal to Zarkon. Honerva turned her magic on Curtis! He nearly ended up dead! It was fucking shit!”
“How am I supposed to know this if you don’t tell me?!”
“I don’t know, how am I supposed to know if you run off with our twins and won’t even fucking face all the people that have been there for you!”
“Get out!”
Lance bellowing at him froze Keith. What had he done...
“Lance...”
“Get out!”
“Babe...”
Lance covered his ears, shaking his head
“No! Get out! Get out! Get out!”
“Look... look, okay. Okay. I shouldn’t have snapped, but... I can’t be there for you if I don’t know. I feel shit enough for all I missed”
“How could you think I’m not trying!? You left and everything fucking fell apart! I didn’t know if you were dead or had just run off with someone else!”
“What’s going on here?!”
Rieva and Matt rushed into the room. Rieva demanding to know. Lance was crying on the bed. Keith in tears too
“Lance, I think that’s enough. Keith never looked at anyone else. He was pathetic about missing you the whole time. If there’s something wrong with the twins, you really should have told him sooner”
Rieva growled at her boyfriend, eyes turning yellow. Matt shutting up
“Both of you need to go”
“Bu...”
“Go. You’ve upset him enough and I’m disappointed. Yes, Lance should have told Keith, but when has he had the chance? And when he does, everything turns straight into a fight. Can’t you see how much he’s hurting thinking about the twins? I’m upset that you guys would even consider him capable of hurting the twins”
Keith never said he thought Lance would... He was hurt he hadn’t been told properly. And angry again that Lance seemed so ready to give up on him... He’d never given up on Lance. Then again. He didn’t lose his mother last month and have to deal with his douche siblings
“I didn’t think he’d hurt the twins... but... I... I’m supposed to be the father. All I want is him to lean on me more. To be able to tell me these things, and not act like he’s protecting me by not telling me”
“How am I supposed to tell you I’m defective! That it’s not enough to be fucked up but I’m defective on top of it!”
“You’re not defective! There’s nothing about you that I don’t love!”
Rieva let out a level breath
“Matt, take Keith and go for a walk. I’ll stay with Lance until he calms down”
“But...”
But he was Lance’s boyfriend...
“I think you both need to cool your heads”
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Waiting in the Wings
Wrote this lovely one-shot after being inspired by another tumblr post about the similarities between Ron and Cassandra from the Tangled series. Waiting in the Wings is a song that Cassandra sings in the series.
Takes place a few days after Harry’s name comes out of the Goblet, and Hermione tries to talk to Ron about it.
Ron walked into the library looking for a table that was out of the way. After choosing one that would do, he threw his bag on the ground as he sat in one of the empty chairs. It’d been two days since Harry’s name came out of the goblet. He’d done everything he could to avoid being around Harry. Hermione, too, since she’d just nag him, and he really wasn’t in the mood for that. Ron was also running out of things to do that kept Harry out of his sight. Sure, tagging along with Seamus and Dean had been fine yesterday, but it wasn’t the same. So here he was, sitting in the library of all places, to avoid being around ‘the chosen one.’
He begrudgingly pulled out his work. Since he was here, Ron might as well attempt to get some of his homework done. He figured he’d at least stay until he got hungry, and who knows what he’d do after that. Ron opened one of his textbooks, not paying attention to which one, and arranged the parchment beside it. Looks like he was starting with History of Magic. “This day keeps getting better,” Ron muttered to himself as he attempted to focus on the book.
His focus didn’t last long, as his mind began to wander, as it normally did these past few days, to Harry’s betrayal. The anger and hurt was still simmering beneath his skin. They normally did everything together. He couldn’t believe that Harry would actually go behind his back and do this without him. So much for being best friends. Why keep this whole thing a secret? It didn’t make any sense.
Ron heard movement across the table and looked up. Hermione sat down across from him and began pulling out her work. “I hope you don’t mind if I join you. All the other good tables are taken, and you looked like you could use some company,” she said blithely.
“Not if you’re going to nag me, no,” Ron snapped. They sat in silence for a while, but everytime Ron looked up at Hermione, he could tell she was dying to say something. If he wasn’t so annoyed at what he knew she was going to ask, he would have been impressed she’d held out this long from asking. She wasn’t known for her patience when it came to prying answers out of people.
“Why don’t you just say what you came here to say?” Ron finally said.
“What do you mean? I came here to spend time with my friend who I’ve barely seen or spoken to all weekend.” Hermione retorted.
“That’s a lie and you know it. I’ve known you long enough to know when you have an ulterior motive up your sleeve, and at the rate you’re chewing on your tongue, there won’t be anything left if you don’t come out with it already!” Ron hissed.
“Fine. Why are you so upset with Harry? And how can you not believe he didn’t put his name in there? You know him better than anyone, even me, so you must know how ridiculous this row is.” Hermione’s words flowed uncontrollably out of her mouth.
“That’s rich coming from you. I told you once, and I’ll tell you again. I’m not going to talk to you about it. You wouldn’t understand, anyways. So if you want to go take Harry’s side with this, then be my guest,” Ron said angrily as he slammed his book and shoved it into his bag. As his arm made his way back to the table to grab the parchment, Hermione reached out and grabbed it. Ron’s eyes snapped up to Hermione’s, who looked just as shocked as he did before she pulled away rather quickly. He wasn’t sure what just happened, but the shock he felt from it made all the anger evaporate from his body, albeit briefly.
Hermione recovered from the unexpected shock quickly and said, “Don’t be daft, you know I wouldn’t choose sides. Just as Harry did last year for us, and I’m sure you’d do the same for Harry and me if ever that were to happen..”
“Still wouldn’t be surprised if you chose him,” Ron mumbled, trying to gloss over Hermione’s brief mention of the Crookshanks/Scabbers debacle last year as well as the idea that Harry and Ron would forgive and make up eventually.
“Why would you say that?” Hermione asked him meaningfully.
“It doesn’t matter,” Ron said as he slumped his shoulders and stared at the blank parchment in front of him.
“Yes, it does, “Hermione pushed.
Ron sat there for a long moment. His mum told him once when he was mad at the twins that it was always better to talk about something rather than hold it in. Ron wasn’t one to talk about his negative feelings often. He’d just let them build up inside until he combusted, rather than put his anger and hurt onto someone else. Growing up as the sixth youngest sibling, he didn’t want to come off as whiny and nagging to his older brothers.
“I’m just sick of always being the sidekick. The one who stands by, ready to be there, only to get shoved aside.” He wasn’t sure what led him to lay it all out there for Hermione, but he did it anyways.
Hermione stared at him. “Ron, you know that’s not true.”
“Who says? I’m always the forgotten sibling, and then I had to go become best friends with the bloody Boy who Lived. It doesn’t matter whether I’m there or not because it’s always going to be Harry who saves the day.” He wasn’t sure what possessed him to say it.
“How can you say that?” Hermione asked. “You are just as important as anyone else.” Ron wasn’t sure what Hermione was thinking. She couldn’t possibly think he was more important than this.
“Yeah? To who?” Ron said sarcastically.
“To me!” Hermione paused a moment. “To Harry, too, and your family.”
“Thanks, Hermione. I know you’re trying to help, but it’s not going to change things. It’s just how it is.” Ron wasn’t sure why, but his thoughts floated back to the Mirror of Erised that night first year. He remembered seeing himself holding the Quidditch Cup, as Head Boy, and aside from his brothers; finally noticed as his own person, and not just ‘another Weasley.’ He was pretty sure he’d still see the same thing if he were to look in it today. Nothing had changed.
“Ron, Harry couldn’t have succeeded in half of what he’s done without you beside him, or have you forgotten? Harry and I would have been stuck at the giant chess board if it wasn’t for you first year, or maybe I would have been strangled by the Devil’s Snare because I was too focused on needing firewood for light and forgetting that I could cast magic.” Hermione paused as Ron shrugged.
“You would have found another way around the board, I’m sure.”
“Okay, but what about second year? There’s no way Harry would have managed the Spider’s Lair on his own-”
“Wish he would’ve” Ron interjected under his breath as Hermione rolled his eyes.
“He couldn’t have gotten down to the chamber of secrets without you either!”
“Hermione, he went in alone when I was stuck with Lockhart on the other side of the debris, remember? I didn’t do anything there to help him rescue Ginny from Tom or that diary.”
“But you still went down there with him, and you were ready to go into danger with him. It wasn’t your fault you got separated.”
“That’s the thing, isn’t it? I got sidelined, so it was Harry saving the day, saving my sister, not me. And, it kind of was my fault. Lockhart used my wand that backfired and caused the rock to fall..”
“Honestly, Ronald! It’s a good thing he did use that wand, otherwise you two would have been obliviated and Ginny would surely be dead!” When Ron didn’t respond, Hermione pressed on. “Okay, but what about last year with Sirius? You told Sirius he’d have to kill you before Harry. Even with a broken leg you were protecting your best friend!”
“Sure, a lot of good that did, yeah? Sirius wasn’t after Harry. He was after Sca- er Pettigrew, and then everything went to hell with Professor Lupin, and you both got to scamper off to save the day, but I had to stay behind because I’d gone and broken my leg.”
“Ron, you’re not giving yourself enough credit-”
“Why would I give myself credit when someone else is more important? I’m not destined to be the hero, so can’t I just have this? Just let me be angry, Hermione. It was one thing for both of us to joke and think about what would happen if we were somehow in the running or chosen as the champion, but he took it too far! Once again, he wins. Harry’s the champion, he gets all the glory and attention.”
“Do you think Harry really wants the attention from this? When has he ever acted like he was basking in any glory? He didn’t get to choose this life, Ron. I thought you’d understand that of all people.” Hermione huffed. “No one can make you believe that Harry didn’t put his name in the goblet, and this is the last time I’ll bring it up. I hope you come to your senses soon because Harry could really use his best friend about now. In case you haven’t noticed, the rest of the school is also pretty peeved about Harry being a champion, too, so he’s not just dealing with Slytherin nonsense as usual. It doesn’t help that his best friend doesn’t even have his back. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to revise this History of Magic paper for tomorrow. You’d do well to take yours back out if you want any help on it.”
Ron sat there processing everything she said and slowly took his book back out. “Er, right, thanks,” he said, for lack of anything else to say.
“Like I said before, I’m not choosing sides. So I’ll split my time as best I can until you two can sort this out, but I won’t get in the middle of it anymore.” Hermione went back to her parchment.
Despite taking his textbook back out, Ron sat there with his arms crossed thinking about what Hermione said. He’d been denying it deep down, but the more Ron thought, the more he realized that Hermione was probably right. Harry wasn’t exactly sharp witted enough to figure out how to get past the age line. Even the twins couldn’t crack that one. Ron had let the initial reaction of jealousy and betrayal get the best of him, and his anger had taken over. It wasn’t one of his best qualities, but he was who he was.
Ron sat up to focus back on his homework as he’d resigned to the fact that Harry was probably an innocent victim, but they’d fought, and Ron was not the best with apologies, his pride always getting the best of him. So he’d wait until Harry came to him. He would, of course, have his back if anyone tried anything in the meantime. Loyalties were more important than pride. After all, it wouldn’t be that long, right?
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Thomas and the Chocolate Factory - Chapter 2
A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Crossover
Summary: Remus Duke is the greatest chocolatier of all time, and after living the past few years a recluse, he decides to finally open his factory once again. And it's young orphan Thomas Sanders' dream to win a ticket and get to go! Will he win a ticket? And if he does, will he make it out alive?
Masterpost
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Thomas’ stomach growled as he dejectedly walked home from his paper route. He groaned, hugging his tummy as he walked, rain soaking him as he went. Curse Florida weather...
It seemed his wish upon a star had not been accepted. Instead of some miracles coming his way, things had gotten worse. Breakfast wasn’t an option for anyone at the orphanage anymore. Instead, they had to go hungry until lunch. So, Thomas had only had one meal so far today, and it wasn’t even that good. The food served as school meals cannot count as actual food. How are they allowed to serve that stuff?
He got even more annoyed when a van drove quickly past him, going through a large puddle in the process, which splashed over Thomas, soaking him even more. Thomas took a deep breath, trying not to lose his temper, glaring at the van, only to pause when he saw what van it was: a Duke chocolate van.
Thomas’ eyebrows furrowed. It was known through the town that the vans delivering Duke chocolate only left the factory after dark - something that only added to Remus’ cryptidness. Seeing one out during the day was very strange.
And it got even stranger when the van pulled to a stop nowhere near a candy store, and instead by a lamp post. An arm reached out the window, sticking a flier to it, before the van drove off.
Thomas blinked, watching it go, before his attention went back to the lamp post. He wandered over to it, reading the message written on the note.
Dear guys, gals and non-binary pals all around the world,
I, Remus Duke, am opening my factory to the public. But hold your horses, don't come running to my factory just yet! Not just anyone can come. I will be sending out five golden tickets hidden under the wrappers of five Duke chocolate bars for children to find. The five children who do find the tickets will be invited on a tour around the factory conducted by myself, and after will be given a lifetime supply of chocolate. However, one child may receive a different, special prize should I see them fit for it...
Happy hunting, and good luck!
Remus Duke
Oh. My. Gosh.
Thomas pulled the flier off of the post, needing to feel it to see it was actually real. It was. Oh my gosh, Remus Duke’s factory was opening.
After staring at the letter in shock for a few more seconds, he turned and took off running. He didn’t stop, going as fast as he possibly could until he arrived at the orphanage, practically slamming on the door instead of knocking. After a few moments, it was opened by Dot.
“Thomas, you’re soaking! Come on in, let’s get you dri-”
“Dot, look look! I saw this being put up coming back from my paper route! The factory, it’s opening! Remus Duke’s opening his factory!” Thomas pushed the flier into Dot’s hands, practically jumping up and down in excitement.
He honestly didn’t know why he was so excited. He knew full well, he had basically no chance of winning a ticket and being able to go on the tour. Well, he had a chance, but only one: the Duke bar he’d get on his birthday, which was coming up soon. But that was the only chance he’d have. Other kids would be able to get tens, maybe hundreds of bars a week. Thomas and the other children in the orphanage could only get a single one a year. Thomas shouldn’t have been getting his hopes up like he was…
“This is real?” Dot asked, drawing Thomas’ attention back to the present.
Thomas nodded. “I saw a Duke truck drive by and the person driving it pinned it up!”
“Thomas, that’s wonderful news. I bet everyone will be really excited. I’ll go spread the news, and in the meantime you should probably have a warm shower and get dry. We don’t want you getting sick, do we?”
Thomas nodded, before turning and running off upstairs and to the bathroom. One shower later, he got dressed into some clean, though still tattered and old, clothes, before running back downstairs. It was obvious Dot had told the other kids what had happened, as everyone was gathered in the living room, talking excitedly. When Thomas came in, two of the younger kids in particular ran up to him.
“Thomas! Is it true?! Is the factory really opening?!” Kai bounced on the balls of his feet as he asked.
Thomas nodded. “Yep!”
“Your birthday’s coming up!” Elliot said. “You could win a ticket and get to go!”
“I really really hope I will.” Thomas did wish on that star a few days ago… Maybe this was because of it! Maybe he was destined to win a ticket; maybe, on his birthday, fate was going to make it so that there would be a golden ticket within his chocolate bar, and that would be the good luck he wished for!
“Now, Elliot, don’t get his hopes up,” Larry said. “There are millions of Duke bars being sold every day. It’s highly unlikely Thomas will win a ticket and be able to go. It’s practically impossible in fact.”
“Larry…”
“What?” he turned to his wife, who had folded her arms. “We shouldn’t give them false hope. It’d just be cruel to make them excited and then have it torn away.”
Dot sighed. “I guess… but they don’t get much to be excited about. We should let them have something to be happy about.”
The two continued talking to each other, most of the children ignoring them and going back to their excited chatter, talking about what they thought the factory and the man who ran it would be like. Thomas was the only one who kept focused on Dot and Larry’s conversation. He guessed Larry was right, he shouldn’t get his hopes too high. Not to mention, winning a ticket would just let him tour around the factory. And while, yes, that would be amazing and a dream come true for him, it wouldn’t help with what was important. A lifetime supply of candy can’t make up for proper nutritious meals. Meeting Remus Duke wouldn’t save the orphanage from closing. He shouldn’t put so much on the idea of winning.
“Thomas? Are you okay?” Elliot must have noticed his thoughtful expression.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry. Just a little tired after school and work.” He raised his voice so all the other kids would hear and listen. “How about we put on a movie?”
Voices of agreement rang through the living room. Suggestions for movies were called out as Thomas went and got a bowl and notepad. Once the suggestions were put forward, Thomas handed out strips of paper for everyone to vote. When all the votes were in the bowl, Thomas counted.
Soon, all the kids were gathered around the living room, as well as Dot and Larry, whose discussion had ended, watching Tangled. And as Rapunzel sang, Thomas couldn’t help but wonder. In the film, Rapunzel went on a quest to get what she wanted: to leave the tower and see the lanterns. But she ended up getting what she needed: to be reunited with her family and be free from Mother Gothel.
What if something like that was true for Thomas? What if getting what he wanted - winning a tour around the factory - would lead to getting what he needed - a new happy life and an orphanage that won’t close?
And that thought? Well, it was hard not to get his hopes up when thinking about it.
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Patton giggled as Toby excitedly ran over and jumped up onto his bed, curling up to his side. He scratched the scruff of the dog’s neck as he settled down under his duvet. “Night, Tobes.”
Patton made sure his night light was on, before flicking off the lamp on his bedside and laying down to go to sleep. He wasn’t sure how long he slept - heck, he didn’t know if he even got to sleep at all - before the door to his bedroom was pushed open, light spilling into the room.
“Sorry to wake you, Pat, but there’s something I think you’d really want to see!” Harley was smiling brightly from his doorway.
Patton rubbed his eyes, sitting up and turning his lamp back on. “What is it…?”
“Come see!” Harley came over, taking his hand, and leading him out of his bed and out to the living room. Toby followed at Patton’s heels as the boy, clutching his favourite plush toy - a frog - to his chest, went over and sat on the couch. He blinked at the TV, willing his tired eyes to focus on the bright screen. It took him a moment to realise that the blurriness wasn’t because he was tired, but because he forgot to put on his glasses before leaving his room. Luckily, it seemed his mother had seen him overlook this and gone to get them, as Harley suddenly slipped them onto his face.
“Thanks, Mum!” Patton gave Harley a thankful smile, before looking back to the screen as Harley unpaused it.
It was a news report. Patton was confused at first as to why, of all things, his mother would show him a news report. He was only ten, usually he wasn’t told about stuff in the news unless it was really important stuff.
But as the report went on, Patton found his eyes widening in excitement and shining in amazement. When the report finished, he could barely form words. He turned to his mother, who was smiling at the joy on his face. “How about I get you a Duke bar for you to have before you go back to bed?”
Patton nodded, and Harley headed off to the kitchen. Patton looked down at Toby, smiling. “Did you see the TV, Tobes?! Isn’t it exciting?! Oh, I really really really hope I get to go! It’d be a dream come true…”
Harley came back, handing Patton the chocolate bar. Patton went to excitedly tear it open, only to pause before he did so. Harley frowned. “What’s the matter, Pattoncake?”
“Nothing, I just… I’m really excited. I really really hope a ticket is in this.” Patton closed his eyes, wishing as hard as he could possibly wish, before opening the bar.
He opened his eyes.
Nothing. Just a chocolate bar. He sighed. “Oh… oh well. I guess I can always buy some more after school tomorrow?”
Harley smiled at her son’s optimism, kissing his head as he started eating the Duke bar. “I’ll give you some money tomorrow morning. Now finish that chocolate, and then it’s back to bed, Pattoncake.”
Patton nodded, munching happily at the chocolate bar. He was going to win a ticket, he just knew it! It was his dream after all. He’d eat as many Duke bars as it took!
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Knock knock knock!
Romulus didn’t look up from his laptop as he called “Come in!” to whoever the person outside his office door was. He was in the process of writing an email to the CEO of another company and he could be about to make the biggest business deal of his life. He wouldn’t let himself get distracted by one of his workers, probably demanding a pay rise they didn’t need, and threatening a strike they would never follow through with if they didn’t get it.
“Mr Salt?”
Now Romulus looked up from his laptop, frowning. “Pryce? What are you doing here? It’s past Roman’s bedtime, you should be at home with him.”
Pryce stepped into the room. “I know, it’s just there was just an announcement on the news, and Roman demanded to come see you right after. I told him to wait in the car while I informed you, and though I know he probably won’t listen and will scream it to you whenever he gets here, I thought I should let you know calmly first: Remus Duke is opening his factory.”
Romulus’ eyes widened. “He’s what?” He paused. “This could be a great business opportunity… Possible partnership between Salt’s Nut Corporation and Duke Chocolate...”
“The news said that five tickets have been hidden in the wrappers of Duke bars, and those who win them will get to go on a tour of the factory. So, Roman will probably want you to buy as many as you can so that he can go.”
Perfectly on time, the door to the office suddenly slammed open, Roman storming in. Romulus and Pryce shared a ‘here we go’ kind of look, before Roman started ranting.
“I want a golden ticket! Get me a golden ticket !”
Romulus nodded. “Yes, of course, Roman. I’ll start placing orders for Duke bars later tonight, and you can open them when they arri-”
Roman scoffed. “Are you kidding me? I’m not opening all those bars by myself!” He paused, before a grin spread across his face. “Get your workers to do it!”
Romulus blinked at his son, before raising an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Your workers spend all day shelling nuts. When the bars arrive, make them start opening up the chocolate to find me a ticket instead. And I won’t take no for an answer!”
Romulus sighed. That would not at all be profitable, stopping production for so long… but if he didn’t do as his son said, he would never hear the end of it. The screaming… the screaming would never end. He’d need all the headache medication he could possibly afford to get through it.
“Okay, Roman, I’ll get my workers to look for a bar for you.”
The anger disappeared from Roman’s face, replacing itself with a sweet smile. “Great!” He turned, and marched out of the office. “... PRYCE! LETS GO!”
Pryce jumped at the yell. “Uh, coming!” He turned to Romulus. “Goodbye, sir.” He quickly hurried from the room after Roman.
Romulus sighed, opening the Duke website on his laptop, and starting to place orders.
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“Excellent vault, Alexander! Next time, try not to stumble when you land. Stay strong and keep your form. Now, Logan, you’re up.”
Logan stepped up to the run, taking his gum out of his mouth and sticking it behind his ear. Rather unhygienic, he knew, but where else was he supposed to keep it? He couldn’t exactly keep chewing while vaulting, he’d choke on it.
Today in his gymnastics club, they were supposed to be doing front handsprings on the vault. Logan, however, had a little surprise up his sleeve.
He sprinted down the run, jumped on the springboard, and planted his hands on the vault, performing the front handspring with ease. However, as he pushed off the vault to land, he added in a half twist before his feet planted solidly on the mat. He stood up straight, smiling proudly as Mr Wyatt called out, “Excellent, Logan! Now, Logan just demonstrated a front handspring with a twist on the landing. That is what you’ll be learning after you’ve perfected the front handspring.” He turned to Logan as the boy walked back over, popping his gum back into his mouth. “I’m assuming you’ll work on something a little more difficult for then?”
Logan nodded. “Definitely. I’m thinking-”
He was interrupted when the door slammed open. “LOGAN!”
Logan’s best friend, Joan, was running over so fast it was a miracle their beanie didn’t fly off their head. They panted as they came to a stop in front of Logan. “Duke… opening… tickets…”
Logan went over to where his water bottle was resting at the side of the room, picking it up before running back over and offering it to Joan. They muttered a “Thanks”, taking a drink and a deep breath before speaking more clearly. “Remus Duke is opening his factory!”
Almost immediately, all the other boys gathered around Logan and Joan, yelling questions, all desperate to hear what Joan had to say. They quickly answered, explaining what they knew. “He’s released five tickets hidden in Duke bars, you need to find one to get to go!”
“Okay, the session’s over early today, boys, you can all get ready to head home!” Mr Wyatt called out. He seemed just as excited about the news as all the kids.
“Wait here, I’ll be out in a minute,” Logan told Joan before he turned and ran to the changing rooms along with all the other boys. When he arrived and started getting changed out of his leotard, his phone vibrated with a message.
Pa: You’ll win a ticket, won’t you? You’re my little champion after all.
Logan smiled, before responding.
Logan: Of course. Win or die trying.
He finished getting dressed, straightening his tie, before heading back out to Joan, the two leaving the gym.
As they started walking down the road, Joan frowned. They pointed behind them. “Isn’t the store that way?”
Logan, however, didn’t turn around. “If you want to look for a bar, go ahead. But I’m not heading to the store, I’m heading to my house. There’s no need to waste a bunch of money and time getting a bunch of chocolate bars. All I need is a little bit of research.”
Joan raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. “Suit yourself. Good luck!” They turned, heading in the direction of the candy store.
Logan continued his way home, pulling his phone from his pocket as he blew a bubble with his gum. Time to see if he could get some information about Duke chocolate distribution over the last few days.
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“Shoot shoot shoot shoot!”
“What’s up?”
“Not much, apart from the fact there’s a fricking creeper in my house! How did you get in here?! Leave!!!”
Virgil chuckled, calmly collecting wheat from his farm in Minecraft. Andy didn’t seem to appreciate the lack of reaction from the other boy. “C’mon, Verge, get over here and help me!”
“Hmm… nah, no thanks. Not gonna put myself in harm’s way. I’m not losing all this experience.”
“Betrayal. Complete and utter betrayal, Verge. I thought you were my friend.”
Virgil shrugged. “Hey, at least I just didn’t arrive at all despite saying I would.” He paused. “Where is Missy, anyway?”
“Dunno- GOD DAMN IT! The creeper blew up! I didn’t even get close to it! Oh, my precious items...”
“Big oof.”
It was at that moment that Missy finally joined the discord call. “GUYS! MY BROTHER JUST TOLD ME THE BEST NEWS!”
“It can wait, Missy, get in the game. I need all hands on deck to rebuild my house.”
“Your house can wait, Andy! No offence, but I really don’t care!”
“Full offence taken.”
“Ssh! Ssh! Shut up, Andy! Let me speak!” Missy took a deep breath. “Guys… Pranks told me that Remus Duke is opening up his factory.”
There was a long pause, before Virgil replied, “Um… Missy, you literally gave your brother the nickname Pranks. Has it occurred to you that maybe, possibly, this could be a prank? I mean… the Duke factory hasn’t opened for years.”
“No, I mean it! I was sceptical at first as well, but I looked it up, and it’s true! Everywhere’s reporting on it. Go on, google it yourselves.”
Virgil pulled his phone from his pocket, assuming Andy was doing the same. He googled ‘Duke opening’ and, lo and behold, all the results were news sites announcing that the factory was indeed opening.
“Holy sugar honey iced tea…” Andy mumbled.
“Told ya! Five tickets are hidden in Duke bars. You find one of them, you get to go.” Missy gasped. “Hey! We should all try and win one each! Then we can all finally meet each other in person!”
“Sounds cool!” Andy said.
Virgil, though, wasn’t so sure. Whenever either of the other two brought up meeting in person, he tried to subtly decline, pretending he was busy or something. He was scared. What if they didn’t like who he was in real life? What if, after spending a day together, they decided they didn’t want to play with him anymore? “I dunno, guys… I mean, it’s really unlikely any of us will win one. Even less likely that all three of us do.”
“There’s still a chance,” Missy replied, finally joining the Minecraft server. “And hey, even if not all of us win, maybe one of us will, and that person can tell the rest of us about the factory.”
“I’m in,” Andy said. “Verge? C’mon, buddy, don’t miss out.”
Virgil didn’t know why his response was what it was, and he regretted saying it right after. But he sighed, “Fine. I’m in."
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A not so fine Morning.
The Sun is right above the horizon, slowly beginning to rise. People have started arriving in the park. This morning breeze is tempting me to add a layer of wool over my body. I don't understand why people like it? The sun is staring right at you but it still feels chilly. I can see some kids playing beneath the happy tree, while the birds on its branch are looking for prey to drop good luck on them. There's also this group of Elderly people doing that annoying laughing exercise. Don't they know how absurd they look while doing it? No joke could possibly crack them up this hysterically. For how long are you willing to fake it. Won't you get tired? And now there’s one more pair of love birds who have decided to wake up early in the morning to hang out in the park. Do they think they are invisible? Everyone sees you when you two birds jog synchronously. And her mum says, "My daughter is such a fitness freak, she is preparing every morning for next month's City Marathon." Bhabhi Please! Your daughter wasn't there last Saturday when they organized World Health Day, where was this motivation then? Aunty doesn't know that Aakash wasn't in town that day, Otherwise, her daughter would be ready to flex on that day as well. Most of these people showing up in the park are really just to show off, nobody's really there to get a healthy body anymore. I mean, if you really cared about your health, how come the vendor who sells Panipuri outside the park is getting richer by the minute. I think even he earns more than me now. Gets paid to receive eye tonic and here I am stuck in the job which breaks me every day. Why do I always get stupid clients? I mean how many changes you're going to ask for huh? First, finalize the things you want in your project, then come to me. I'm done working at this place of zero hope, things never change here. It has been more than two years now and I am done doing the same stuff over and over. I need to find myself a better job. You know, once I get my due increment, I'll quit.
The Alarm rings, "beep beep.. beep beep.. beep beep beep"
Ah! not again, you can't wake me up more than I already am, stupid phone. I don't even need to wake her up anymore. At this hour, She's probably going back to her tent or a houseboat. But, why does she always have to go places like these? I get that the work she does is really important, probably, even world-changing stuff and these forests of Amazon is might just be the best place for the research but at least go to a place made for humans. You're living in a dangerous place with wild animals in a 1960 era forest where cell phones don't have reception. What makes it even more frustrating is not being able to anything about it.
I know it shouldn't be bothering me much, after all, we did agree to do this together but damn this is killing me. At this point, I know my brain doctor brother would say, "What you're feeling right now is normal. When you were together, your body was producing Oxytocin at high levels, but now your body has quit delivering a plenitude of serotonin, oxytocin, and so forth, and to exacerbate the situation, the chemicals that your body does produce continue to be processed so quickly it's as if they were never there. But don't worry, your body will adjust to it in some time."
Now, how is this any different from saying, "Don't worry, everything will be fine in some time." But, No! You need to say these difficult terms to prove that you're smarter than me. This whole situation sucks actually. Nothing makes sense anymore, even the article I read online did not help. I don't know who these articles cater to, certainly doesn’t change anything for me. And they always write them with such confidence that It's gonna turn around the reader's whole life. As if just writing in bullets will make people understand everything.
⦁ Try meditating to help ease the distress.
Doesn't meditation require you to have a calm mind? Well if I could keep my mind calm I wouldn't be reading this article in the first place.
⦁ Try expressing emotions through journaling, drawing, or music.
Well not everyone here is a Picasso. And even he made silly paintings, some of them don't even make sense. If he was a millennial, his Instagram page wouldn't even have 100 followers.
⦁ Consider doing something kind, either for your loved one or for someone else in their honor.
Yeah right, I donated ₹ 5000 last year to the PM Cares fund, I don't even know if any good came out of it. The migrant laborers still had to travel the distance by themselves, if they couldn't find a place in Sonu Sood Depot. It'd been better if I had personally donated that sum directly to our maid and her family.
⦁ Keep track of thoughts to share later.
Hmm... Wouldn't it be too much? I mean if I started making list, it would go on forever. There's a lot that I would like to share with her. I can practically imagine her going in a fit of laughter hearing all these crazy stories I have for her.
⦁ Focus on positive memories, such as shared jokes or trips you took together.
Okay, let us try this. I guess we had few good memories, them Late-night walks, all those improv games we used to play together. Us meeting after a long vacation, just like when Noah and Allie reunite in The Notebook, minus the rain and the breathtaking scenery. And damn her weird Oreo coffee, I can't forget that combo even on my deathbed. Maybe I should try making that?
Umm... It's a little too sweet but I like it. I'm sure she would kill to have this coffee right now. It's pure bliss to be sipping this coffee at this time. Sun is comfortably up, the breeze feels nice now. Aakash & Avni are still here, it's cute how they manage to sneak in these meetings, they're definitely gonna look back on these silly teenage years & cherish it once they're my age. Love is certainly in the air & I blame them little birds' songs. Those Old fellas are finally sharing real laughs now, sitting in the circle sharing stories older than me. It's amazing how they have managed to stay together for all these years. That's true friendship right there. Maybe I should make plans with my friends for the weekend as well. Okay Google, open WhatsApp.
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Working For Love: A TerrorMoo Story 6/17
Ahhhh my lungs hate me. >.< But I hope to be better for tomorrow. Anyways, please enjoy this new installment!
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Brian was going to kill Luke.
“Why is he on the treadmills, anyways?” The sour tone he used didn’t hide any of his irritation at the scene playing out in front of him. Normally, getting to walk into his shift to see Brock there was a great way to start his day. Tyler had already given up on the expectation that the first twenty minutes of his time wouldn’t be spent saying hello to Brock and catching up on pointless conversation. It was the expectation now, and since Tyler had a habit of giving all of the harder clients to him, Brian felt he’d earned his time with Brock. So when he parked his car next to the toyota camry that he knew to be Brock’s, he had a bit more of a grin on his face walking into work.
But that quickly lost its shine when seeing Luke casually chit chatting with Brock on the treadmills.
“You know he is allowed to work-out here, right? Same as all the other employees who work here.” Evan’s ability to point out useless information didn’t make any of Brian’s irritation drop, eyes narrowing at the laugh Brock let out over something the grinning asshole had said to him.
“Tell your boyfriend to come get his lapdog,” Brian snapped out, glancing around as if expecting the idiot to appear on command.
“He’s not my boyfriend, and he can’t because he’s getting my oil changed.” Evan answered the question without embarrassment, eyes glued to his phone screen. He was probably texting Jonathan even as they talked about him.
“How are you two not fucking?”
“Cause he won’t ask.” Years ago, when Evan and Jonathan first met after Luke got his trainer job at Tyler’s gym, talking about sex with a guy would have made him freak out. The gay awakening process between his co-worker had been painful but hilarious to be a part of. Brian had done his best to support and tease Evan through the whole thing. He had to admit that Evan choosing Jonathan’s fumbling, messy personality over Luke’s put together, flirty persona had been a swerve he hadn’t expected, but now it only made sense. Jonathan and Evan looked good as a pair, and their sexual chemistry (despite never having sex and only kissing when they got drunk) was off the charts. Fate seemed destined to put them together.
It’d only take another twenty years for them to do something about it.
“I have blue balls for you. Seeing you be so-” His rant cut off when Brock’s laugh entered the air again, making his head snap over to the treadmills. Brock’s cheeks were flushed, but it wasn’t from the cool down he was casually strolling through. It seemed to be from Luke, who didn’t understand that the arms of the machines were not meant to be crossed over when he leaned closer to Brock to say something. Brock had his shy aura still up, but he didn’t show any hint of anxiety at Luke’s closer proximity.
Brian was going to lose his mind.
“Hey, question.” Tyler didn’t notice (or maybe he didn’t care) about stepping in front of Brian’s view, blocking Luke’s blatant flirting with Brock. “What the fuck do I pay you two for? Because the spray bottles by the bikes are empty, and I see you two hanging out behind the counter like you’re jerking each other off.”
“That’s Brian’s zone.” Evan threw him under the bus with no remorse, not even looking up from his phone. Brian normally would give a snarky remark, but the task would give him an excuse to walk by Brock and Luke. He practically leaped over the counter without explanation, rushing by the narrowed glare of Tyler.
“On it, boss.”
“Why do I know that’s bullshit?” Tyler’s grumble was stratigically ignored by Brian when he scurried through the gym, feeling his shoes skid on the floor from how quickly he stopped in front of Brock and Luke.
“Having fun?” He really sounded like a jealous boyfriend, if he gave the thought more than a second of his time. Naturally he didn’t, keeping his attention on the bright eyes now looking at him from the treadmill. Brock looked more happy than surprised, and the smile he gave helped push back some of the negative vines growing around Brian’s heart.
“Hey. You didn’t come say hi today, I was wondering what was up.”
“You miss me?” He asked, hoping the tease of his tone would hide his own heart’s extra beat. Brock had come to expect him to visit, and having someone look forward to his greeting was nice.
“Like sand in a desert.” But Luke ruined their wonderful moment by being witty and charismatic. Brock’s eyes left Brian to take in Luke’s side grin, a look that Brian himself liked to use to play up his charm. It was annoying and frustratingly good-looking on Luke, and Brian wanted to smother it with his own hands. “How come you never told him about my kickboxing class?”
“Because he didn’t ask,” Brian answered quickly, knowing too much of his annoyance showed by the arched eyebrow Luke sent back. Brock seemed more confused as the conversation continued, eyes flickering between them while staying quiet.
“Haven’t seen around the bags lately, either. Too busy spending all your time in here, though I’m getting the feeling I know why.”
“Yeah, cause I can already beat you without the training.” It was a statement that really didn’t have any backing; Brian was in good shape, but Luke was a trained boxer and he’d never beaten him in a match. Luke’s snort of a laugh made Brian’s hackles rise and his frown set in, hands clenched in fists beside him.
“We could go right now, if you’re feeling ballsy. Might be a little embarrassing if I kick your ass in front of our new friend, though.” Brock wasn’t Luke’s friend. He’d only talked to him for a half hour, which meant he hadn’t even scratched the surface of Brock’s amazingness! There was so much to Brock that couldn’t be shoved into one little conversation. Brian had been talking with him for months now, and he still felt he’d barely scratched the surface. So for Luke to claim a friendship was just dumb. He wanted to say as much, too, but Brock finally found his voice and intervened.
“Can I have my lesson today?” The blurt out didn’t seem thought out, if the look of horror that crashed over Brock’s face was any indication. Also, logic would claim that Brock asking for a private lesson after he already did his workout didn’t make sense. But like the stubborn man Brian had come to know (because he’d talk to him more than 30 minutes), Brock held his head high and kept his eyes on Brian’s face. “If you have time, I mean.”
“I’d make time if I didn’t.”
The comment was too honest, and he probably would get ribbed for it later when Luke told their group. He could already see his co-worker yanking his phone out to probably text the group chat about his lame reply. But Brock’s eyes widened slightly, not with embarrassment or fear, but a look of awe that made the corniness worth it. The back of his mind wondered if anyone in Brock’s past had put him first; he never did himself, and always looked so stunned at the smallest of favors Brian did for him. There was a softness in the face looking down at him from the treadmill that showed more than just surprise; it was naive gratitude. Like for some reason, Brock didn’t get that he deserved to be put first.
“You got something in mind?” Brian asked, and it took Brock a moment to pull out of his reverie and glance away.
“I didn’t know if you had any other yoga poses that helped out with anxiety. I tend to have a lot of that, and… it just seemed to help.” Brian grinned at Brock’s sudden shyness, something he only seemed to really pull out around him. It made their moments feel more special, like Brock was tentatively aware his time with Brian was different. It certainly was for the trainer, who held out his hand and boldly led Brock off the treadmill for no reason other than wanting to.
“Sure. Let’s go grab a room and work out some of that energy.” Luke’s comment of ‘texting that too, Casanova’ was ignored by Brian, focused on the way Brock’s fingers twitched against his own. Despite their nervous motions, Brock didn’t pull the touch away, letting Brian lead him. The pace they took to get to the back room was slow, but if Brock caught onto Brian’s altered speed, he stayed mum. Brian’s smile refused to stay as discreet, wide and proud while making sure anyone in the gym could see the moment his fingers slipped between Brock’s. The feeling was nice, and the ghost of Brock’s palm tingled against his own long after Brock had left the gym.
It was almost enough to stop the groan of embarrassment from sprouting from his chest when seeing the 103 messages in the group chat about ‘Brian’s alpha stand-off’ with Luke. Luke spared no details of the re-telling, leaving Brian open to all the torment of his co-workers. One of them had even taken a picture of Brian leading Brock off the treadmill (the angle implied Evan, though he couldn’t prove it). He didn’t think it could get any worse; then Scotty’s memes started pouring in.
No, Brian wasn’t going to kill Luke; he was going to kill everyone.
Here you go! Sorry about the delay, I hope the two chapters make up for it. So as always, please like, reblog, and let me know what you think! <3
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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis acts like a brat in the story. We hope you enjoy all of these. Happy reading!
1) Can't You See (What You Do To Me)? | Explicit | 4217 words
Two men. One parking space. Lots of pranks, lots of persistence, lots of passion.
2) Throw Me In The Deep End | Mature | 5914 words
He’s a respectable captain who doesn’t go around bedding his crew, although when certain members of his crew decide to land on his bed themselves, it’s a bit of a tough choice. So it’s a struggle, really.
3) Like You Hate Me | Explicit | 6541 words
“You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.
Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson.
4) A Virgin To That Money | Explicit | 7366 words
AU. Harry and Louis are broke university students who hate each other and make a sex tape. (In which Louis gets fucked a lot, Harry can’t find the camera, and the road to falling in love is different for everyone.)
5) Call Me Shallow But I'm Only Getting Deeper | Explicit | 7367 words
The one where Louis is a brat so Harry spanks him with a riding crop.
6) Focal Point | Mature | 8935 words
By the time you read this, I’ll be gone, so don’t bother looking.
Last night was lovely, Harry, I’m sure you agree. Sorry to run, but that’s just how life works sometimes, I’m sure you understand.
Don’t forget about me. xx
P.S. Thanks for the money
7) Ain’t No Telling Who’s In Charge Here | Explicit | 14562 words
The thing about Louis’ and Harry’s dynamic is that while Louis is the instigator of 99% of the foolishness, Harry will always come back at him with something ten times dirtier than whatever Louis had thought up. Of course, Louis can’t let that go, so he does something else, so Harry has to do something else, and then it’s a vicious cycle that continues until one of them makes a plea for a truce.
It’s like that even when they’re at home. Sometimes it’s like that especially while they’re at home, because Louis gets bored easily and Harry is just such an easy target. The point is that the kind of foolishness that Louis is known for doesn’t stop when the cameras stop rolling, so when Louis lets himself into Harry’s bedroom at 5:30 in the morning to annoy Harry into waking up before he goes for a run is completely normal and to be expected.
Except that it turns out not to be so normal.
8) Know You Got That Thing (That I Like) | Explicit | 15798 words
In all the ways he thought about their reunion going, watching Louis finger himself open was not on the list.
9) Like Gold | Explicit | 17763 words
Royal AU where Harry is Prince Louis’ Adviser, and Louis is anything but helpful.
10) Another Day Gettin' Into Trouble | Explicit | 25619 words
Harry’s drunk when the idea occurs to him. He’s also a pop star, so sometimes his drunk ideas turn into actual things instead of just ideas. The clone-a-willy kit is one of them.
In Harry’s defense, when he first thinks about it his intention is just to buy the kit and give it to Louis to make his own dildo with, because that’s what he wants anyway, right? To have a penis filling him up?
Then he realizes that it would be weird if Louis made a copy of his own dick to fuck himself with. It’d be super weird. Louis fucking himself? That’s a weird idea. Harry’s pretty sure Louis wouldn’t like that.
Clearly the only solution here is to use his own dick for the mold.
11) Up To No Good | Explicit | 26525 words
Note: This fic is the first part in a series. The entire series is BL.
Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.
It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.
Sometimes Harry hates his life.
12) The Forest for the Trees | Explicit | 28250 words
Louis and Harry had the ultimate roommates and best friends with benefit relationship until Harry suddenly ends the benefits part, shocking and hurting Louis in the process. He’s fallen in love with Harry, but is too scared to tell him the truth because he just does not do first moves. In the spirit of unrequited love and with a little help from Harry’s mother, Louis decides to set Harry up with a series of horrible blind dates, hoping his roommates will see dating is too much trouble and come back to him. In the end, things don’t go as planned.
13) Can't Fool Me | Explicit | 30162 words
AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.
14) Have You Coming Back Again | Explicit | 31086 words | Sequel
It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.
Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.
Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.
He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.
15) If I Should Stay | Explicit | 31185 words
Louis is a television actor who suddenly needs a bodyguard. Harry is the bodyguard he ends up hiring.
16) All The Right Moves | Explicit | 32264 words
This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back.
There’s really no reason that he should feel compelled to stare into the audience as frequently as he is, but he can’t help it. This boy is a nuisance. And he’s loud. Even from basketball court with nine other players running by him, shoes squeaking on the shiny hardwood floor, and thousands of cheering college students, Harry can hear this boy nearly shrieking, his laugh more like a cackle than anything.
It’s seriously obnoxious.
17) Promise You’ll Remember That You’re Mine | Explicit | 34564 words
What he doesn’t expect is to see Louis in their bathroom wearing panties. Not even like standard panties, they’re fucking black and sheer so Harry can see Louis’ full arse and there’s even lace trimming the edges. He nearly has a heart attack.
Harry’s face probably looks like a bright red tomato, and if not then the only other option would be that all his blood is going to his dick, because Louis looks like a fucking wet dream.
“Oh, you’re back.” Louis looks as nonchalant as ever, when Harry is over here freaking the fuck out.
18) The Sweetest Incantation | Explicit | 40598 words
Harry is a witch who's still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.
19) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (But Please Don't Bite) | Mature | 42074 words
Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.
20) Who Would’ve Thought | Explicit | 44275 words | Companion Fic
The idea doesn’t come to Louis until they’ve been at the bungalow for a couple of days. Harry has no idea that he’s going to pop a knot. He’s been living his life with the expectation that he’s going to be a beta, and Louis isn’t going to tell him otherwise.
Louis is an omega, though, and most omegas want to be filled up with a knot, fucked the way their bodies are made to be fucked, and Louis is no different. In ten years he wants to have an alpha waiting for him at home who will hold him down and fuck him exactly the way Louis wants to be fucked without worrying that they’re going to expect him to stay at home, open a joint bank account, raise a litter of babies, cook and clean and, most importantly, be submissive. For that to happen Louis needs an entirely different kind of alpha.
And so the plan is born.
21) Worth Dying For | Explicit | 44906 words
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Louis says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. In the center of the table, a set of three glossy photos stares up at him, mocking him.
“A security detail is non-negotiable, Louis, you know this,” his mum reminds him, tapping the middle photo with two fingers.
Louis doesn’t look back down at the pictures, gesturing towards them wildly, over-dramatically. “This is not a security detail!” he protests. “This is a lanky college student. In what world do you hire someone like this kid to protect me?”
22) Tangled Up In You | Explicit | 45152 words
Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”
Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.
Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”
“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.
“Of course not!”
“A stripper?”
“No!”
Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”
“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.
There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”
A professional…what. “What?”
23) Something In The World Today | Explicit | 48027 words
It shouldn’t be a surprise, the first time that Louis drops to his knees in front of Harry. It shouldn’t be, because it’s been something that Louis has needed for a long time. It shouldn’t be, because he’s been crawling out of his skin for weeks on end. It shouldn’t be, because Harry always makes him feel better. It shouldn’t be, because he’s needed this even when he didn’t know that he needed it.
Somehow, it still is.
24) Amazing Sin | Explicit | 56034 words
The story of Louis ‘Steal Your Man’ Tomlinson.
25) Swim In The Smoke | Explicit | 101778 words
“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.
Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.
“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.
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inconsolable
request: Roger and reader get in a car accident and the reader goes through the front windshield and dies and roger is inconsolable.
A/N: This is so sad. Haha, I'm sorry. Please don't cry, loves. Happy times. Anyways, hope this meets your standarts. I've been sitting and writing this since 5pm today and it's now 10pm. This also made me very sad. Happy (sorta) reading!
warnings (this one needs these): car accident, injuries, swearing, sad themes, bad writing and possible spelling and grammar errors (haven't proof-read).
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It was a drunk driver. Someone who didn't care about himself nor about others. And happened to be on the road on the exact time you both were. Just a coincidence that led to the worst possible consequence. And then there was an argument.
About what? Roger tried to hard to remember for the longest time, and then he finally got it. He forgot your birthday. And you didn't tell him at first because you thought he'll do that cliché thing of forgetting and then there's a surprise party at home or the studio. But there was no such thing. And after realising he's forgot, Roger got his foot cut and you both had to drive to the pharmacy for some essentials.
Then you started talking, and the talking turned into throwing insults and eventually even shouting. You both were saying nonsense, Roger more so than you because you were hurt and had already said what you wanted to. Roger was agitated because of his foot and your bad mood and your coming onto him and accusing him of not loving you.
So he called you clingy, needy and attention-seeking. Oh, you think those are the worst? No, he also called you annoying and self-obsessed. And you both knew those words were the farthest from the truth than any other. But Roger couldn't help it. He was angry and called faulty, and he wasn't having any of it.
When you both looked into each other's eyes after he had shouted that he never loved you, that damned driving drunk crashed his car into yours from the back left side. The scenery completely changed and everything seemed to have gone in slow motion.
Your wide eyes were shut now, your hands gripping the steering wheel. But your body was pushed forwards, over the wheel and through the window. Roger didn't have to react, he was thrown to the side. He tried to grip onto anything with his hands, but nothing came close to touch. He only remembers seeing the glass shattering as you went through it.
When he opened his eyes again, Roger's head was in the grass and he was half laying in the grass, half still in the car. After he had stood up, he realised he was pushed against the door and it opened as a result, and he ended up falling out of the car halfway. His neck was hurting now and he groaned as he slowly got up on his knees and then his feet. The process was slow and painful, but he didn't think about that. He only thought about you and finding you, seeing you, checking if you're alright.
You were oh so very far from that. You were laying face down on the pavement, Roger could see blood around your head and body even in the dark, your arms folded next to you. It looked like you had broken your leg, or even more...
Roger staggered over to you and lifted you up in his lap. Your eyes were open, and through his blood and tears in the eyes, he believed you were conscious. But you weren't moving. Maybe it was the shock that made him believe you were here with him still.
He rocked you both back and forth, slowly and softly, in robotic motions. He felt a pain in his left elbow and shoulder, but he wasn't feeling it fully. “Hey, you're okay,” Roger said to you. He didn't know what else to say, all other words having fled his mind, “you're okay, you're alright. We're fine.” His voice turned squeaky at the end, and more tears came. He's crying, and he can't control it.
Soon, Roger heard sirens coming your and his way, but he stayed where he was. Holding you, crying, and murmuring the same sentences over and over. He lost all track of reality and you when they took him away from you and placed him on the stretcher. He tried not to leave your figure with his eyes, but he couldn't. Roger was passing out and they were taking you away to where he couldn't see anymore.
He woke up and didn't know where he was, what time it was. He'd lost all track of it between waking up several times and passing out again. Tests and questions and systems and blood-taking and bandages and redressing and... Tiring things, no wonder he slept through most of it all.
Roger glanced around him, looking for a clock or a watch or anything that might tell him what time it was. He was in the hospital, a strange set of... his clothes on him. He didn't remember wearing them earlier. There's also a serious bandage on his left arm, going from his shoulder to the middle of his forearm. He hasn't seen that before, as well.
There are no more wires or needles on him, and Roger sighs appreciatively. There's a glass on the bed-side table, and yearns for it, reaching over. Once he drinks the liquid, he feels a bit better. Then he feels his stomach tighten and groans, realising he's hungry, as well.
Roger finds a clock on the wall opposite him and it tells him that it's half past five in the evening. He sighs.
Roger waits for someone to come in and while he does, he also tries to remember what happened. The last decent thing he remembers is holding you in his arms, crying and mumbling in your deaf ears. You didn't hear him anymore. You didn't hear anything. But he didn't know that. And for a while, it's better for him not to know. And now he wonders where you are, how you're doing. You're probably in a hospital bed, sleeping, drugged and wired up.
A nurse comes in, dressed in white, her hair brown. She has similar features to yours, and Roger almost mistakes her for you at first. “H-Hi.” He says in a quiet voice, and then clears his throat.
The nurse gives him a polite smile and grips her clipboard in her hands. “Good afternoon, Mr Taylor.” She says. “How are you feeling?”
“Hungry.” He says at first. “Nothing hurts, if you're wonderin' about that.”
“Good to hear that. Your arm, your head, your back—none of them hurt?” She asks and Roger nods. “Alright. Now, please tell me what's your relationship with Y/N Y/L/N. You both were brought in together and seemed to be carrying each other's blood on your clothes.”
“Sh-she's my girlfriend, um...” Roger gulps and looks down, his eyes frantic, “my-my girlfriend, yes.” He looks back at the nurse with hopeful eyes, hoping she'll tell him anything about where you are and what's your condition.
“Does she have any family?” She asks and Roger nods.
“Her mum and sister.” He responds. The nurse nods and writes something down on her clipboard papers. Roger watches her do so with anxious eyes. “Can-can you tell me about her? Where is she? Is she alright? Can I see her?” He can't contain his curiosity and anxiety anymore, he has to know something. They have to tell him what's happening, it'd be purely heartless to keep him in the dark from any news.
The nurse looks down and folds her arms behind her back. Roger watches her anxiously, fiddling with his hands on the edge of the hospital blanket. The nurse walks a few steps closer to Roger's bed, but doesn't reach it. Only a few steps closer. Roger gulps.
“She was brought in without a pulse, without a heartbeat. She wasn't breathing.” She tells Roger. “I am so sorry, Mr Taylor.”
Roger can see the sincerity and hurt in her own face, but he doesn't understand what she's said at first. “Wh-what do you mean 'sorry'? Is she not here?”
“We couldn't regain any life in her body. I truly am sorry, Mr Taylor. There was nothing we could do, unfortunately.” She explains to him further and Roger's own heartbeat and breathing stop for a second.
“She's... She's...”
Those were the last words Roger said before he started screaming and shouting and throwing everything around. He was uncontrollable, and the nurse was scared of him. He was shouting profanities, threats, denying words. He was crying and screaming his voice out. The nurse ran out, rushing her coworkers to get into his room and fix him a sedative.
Due to a drunken situation or simply a stupid decision, Roger Taylor's closest to-call person's number belongs to Brian May. The secretary sighs and dials the number on the phone and waits for the man to answer the phone. Once he does, she speaks without hesitation.
“Hello, is this Brian May?”
“Yes, who's calling?”
“This is Saint John's hospital calling you. You're written as Roger Taylor's first contact person.”
“Oh, dear, am I really?” Brian sighs and shakes his head. “Alright, then, um—what's happened?”
“Mr Taylor's in the hospital, recently sedated due to an anger breakout and he's soon going to wake up. We think a familiar face might bring some peace to him.”
“Well, what's the—alright, I'll come and find out if you won't tell me now. Goodbye, then.”
“We'll be waiting for you, Mr May.” The secretary says and ends the call. She puts the telephone down and fills out a form that is to be signed by Mr May when he arrives.
He came quicker than she would have thought, seeing the familiar lanky frame and head of curls of the rockstar walking down the hallway ten minutes after their call. She smiles when he reaches the her table.
“Hello.” Brian says to her, and she nods.
“Please sign these forms.” She says and gives the papers to him. Brian huffs and sighs quietly to himself, while also humming a tune, giving the hospital papers his signature and check marks. He gives them back to the secretary, a tight-lipped almost smile on his face as he looks at her almost shyly. “Thank you. Mr Taylor's in the 322nd room, first door on your right when you turn the corner. He's awake.” She shows him where he has to go and Brian nods.
“Thank you.” He says and walks away, dragging his long thin stick-like legs behind him. Brian knocks before opening the door and entering Roger's room. His friend is laying on the bed, looking at the window. This night is gloomy for London, practically the usual look. “Hey, Rog,” Brian speaks to get his friend's attention.
Roger turns his head to Brian slowly with raised eyebrows and his face changes into slight surprise when he sees his friend. “What are you doing here?” He asks and Brian chuckles. He closes the door behind him and walks over to the bed. Brian sits down next to his friend and Roger shimmies a little so Brian would be more comfortable.
“The hospital called me.” Brian responds. “Apparently, I'm your number one contact person in your file.” He says and smiles. Something similar to a smile appears on Roger's lips, as well, but it's gone before it lasted. Brian noticed, though. He saw the glimpse of hope. “How are you doing? They told me you were sedated after an... anger burst-out?” Brian furrows his eyebrows a bit, looking at Roger in question. His eyelids only drop a little lower and he looks at the window again.
Brian waits for Roger to speak, and he doesn't, for a while. “Someone crashed into us.” Roger says quietly. “Sh-she fell through the window. The front windshield.” He tells Brian and he tenses a little, feeling sorrow for Roger and you. “And she...” Roger gulps down his tears, but his sadness and anger can be heard in his shaky, squealed voice. “She didn't survive, Brian.” Roger shakes his head violently, still not looking at Brian.
“Rog...” Brian says ever so softly. As softly as a feather falling against a glass window.
“They couldn't bring her back. They couldn't restart her heart, they couldn't power her lungs, they couldn't—” Roger stops himself and looks around. “FUCK! They could have done fuck all, but they did nothing and stood by while my girl was still revivable! PISSPOTS!” Roger shouts and Brian brings his hand to Roger's, trying to do anything to calm his friend down. Roger cries, but wipes his tears at the same time with the back of his hands. “It's all my fault, it's all my fault. It's all my fault, Brian.” He repeats over and over, crying heavily.
“Don't say that, Rog, that's not true—”
“It is!” Roger exclaims, looking at Brian finally. “It is thoroughly my fault from start to finish and now she's DEAD!” He screams and Brian brings his lips together, hoping no doctors will come by and sedate his friend again. Roger's tears keep falling and he sobs, looking at the boring window again. He calms his own breathing, but Brian can see the tears coming down still. “We were arguing. Because I forgot her birthday, you know—”
“Yes, I was there last night.” Brian nods and Roger looks at him.
“And then I got my stupid foot cut and we had to get bandages.” Roger tells Brian. “And then we started talking, shouting, insulting each other. And then some cunt's car—”
“Roger!” Brian scolds him for the horrible word. For all they know, it could have been an accident, a sick or mental person driving. They're bound to know the truth only in a day or two.
“—crashed into ours and she—” Roger stops himself, sniffling and wiping his face. “And I held her, I held her to me. I thought her arm was broken, and I thought she was conscious, but I didn't even notice that she wasn't moving.” Roger looks back at Brian and more tears start falling, like rain now, down his cheeks. “She died in a second, Brian. A second! A fucking—” Roger stops again and looks away, trying to get his tears out by blinking. “Could have prevented it all. Could have been with her now.” Roger starts crying again, more heavier than previously and it breaks Brian's heart break to see his best friend like this. He's never seen Roger so visibly broken, in such a state of despair.
Brian sits closer to Roger and puts his arms around the small frame of the drummer, pulling his best friend against his chest. He feels Roger's bandaged arm against him and puts a hand on his hair. Brian lets Roger cry all he needs, and neither of them care how it'd look if someone walked in. Roger needs comfort and Brian's now here to give him just that and more.
Roger whines about how he lied to you, how he hurt you, how he forgot your birthday, how he said such horrible things to you. Brian listens to it all while holding Roger like a little child. Brian knew how much you and Roger mean to each other, and now that you're gone... it brings a few tears to his eyes, as well. You were a sunshine, a person full of love and life and support and just... everything good. Brian noticed how happy you made Roger and how he always wanted to be by your side. What broke Brian was that Roger mentioned something about proposing to you soon. Roger was so happy about it, excited. Excited for you both and the future you could have had together.
“Please don't blame this on yourself, Rog,” Brian says softly when Roger's sobs have grown quieter, “weighing yourself down in this situation is the worst you can do.” He tells him. “She wouldn't want this.” He then says, quietly, careful of how Roger might react to those words. Nothing changes in his demeanor, and Brian is a bit relieved. “I'll keep you company here. I can call Freddie and John—”
“Please,” Roger pleads softly, “no one else.” He says. Brian nods and pats Roger's back. He lets go of Roger, and the blonde drummer falls into the soft hospital bed again. A shaky sigh leaves his lips.
“Do you want something to eat?” Brian asks and Roger nods, looking at his best friend. “I hear they have killer eggs here.” He says, smiling sheepishly. Roger only looks at Brian, not replying anything. Brian understands it well, not asking anything more of his grieving best friend. He needs time.
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Next Generation Connections
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Whitney Mendoza-Cruz (St. Judes)
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Thea, Judah & Tilly: Her siblings. I think she's closest to Judah, but she loves them all more than anything else and will always be there for them even if they aren't all as close as they used to be.
Rowan & Aurora: Childhood friends! Being the children of Chris, Hensley and Soraya, they were all brought up together. Whitney definitely misses them a lot now that they've gone away and tried her best to keep in touch with them whenever she can
Peter R: They're related through Blake being Flo's step-brother, but I don't think they really became friends until he and Aurora started dating. Whenever Peter has some trouble he usually goes to Whitney to vent, and she's always there to listen to him
Dixie: Like Peter R, Dixie and Whitney are step-cousins through Blake. While they do get along well, they can be seen clashing just as much but they always seem to make up by the next time they see each other.
Noah: One of Whitney’s first relationships was with Noah. For him, Whitney was most of his first - first date, first kiss, first time etc. but since Whitney was always more outgoing the relationship eventually fell flat and she ended up breaking up with him. All in all, I think Whitney still cares about him to some extent, and there’s a special place in their hearts for each other.
Young-Mi: Best friend and roommate in St. Judes. With the two of them being very sociable and adventurous they often found themselves in the same group and eventually got closer to the point where they were constantly hanging out doing whatever together.
WANTED:
St. Judes Friends: Whitney's always been a social person but now that her friends have moved away she'd definitely put effort into getting to know people in the uni.
Ex-Flings: Whit is 100% a bruh girl but she definitely went through a short phase where she was continuously hooking up with guys, and getting herself into messy situations and decided that it wasn't for her LMAO.
Exes: Genuine relationships she's had over the course of high school. I think they'd go well for a few months but then after a bit Whitney would get bored if they weren't as outgoing as her LMAO. We can always discuss whether of not they ended on bad terms.
Tilly Mendoza-Cruz (Diamond Bridge)
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Thea, Judah & Whitney: Older siblings. Being the baby of the family, Tilly is easily the most naïve and sheltered out of the four and would've looked up to them all a lot growing up, especially her sisters.
Min-Hyuck: A dancing friend. Although they go to different unis they’ve formed a bond through dancing and kind of have a partner in crime kind of friendship
WANTED:
Roommate/Mum friend: Going straight from living with her family to moving to Diamond Bridge, Tilly would not last a day living alone LMFAO. So maybe a roommate that teaches her basic stuff like how to cook and do laundry, and while they can be annoyed with her sometimes, they tolerate and take pride in teaching her.
Dancing friend(s): Dancers inside and outside of Diamond Bridge that she hangs out with. Maybe there's some where's like a little playful rivalry going on, but generally I don't Tilly would have the heart to wholeheartedly pit herself against other dancers
Dancing student: They don't really have to be a dancer, but I think it'd be cute for Tilly to have a plot where someone sees her dancing, they become friends and now she always teaches them different choreographies. I think she'd really enjoy something like that, since she isn't the one being taught for once
Sylvia Jimenez-Lin (Liberty)
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Jay: Her ex and crush. She left him without telling him the reason after finding out about her illness, but since then she's opened up to him and they've been talking again since then
Lily: Her best friend. They are always there for each other during their highs and lows. I think even now that Sylvia's in New York, they both put effort into facetiming each other and making the most of the time that they have together when they are in the same place
Nicolai: Childhood best friend. Nicolai spent most of his time living with Phoenix and Sylvia, and because of that she grew up knowing the things that went down between him and his dad, and in return Nicolai often treats Sylvia like he's her big brother. Even though they aren't as close as they used to be, Nicolai is still very protective of Syl.
Daisy: Back in high school years, Syl and Daisy used to always bump into each other at the hospital while they were getting check ups on their conditions but never really got to know each other well aside from that. In Liberty, she and Daisy ended up becoming roommates and at some point Sylvia accident grabbed one of Daisy's hospital treatment letters, thinking that it was one of her's.
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New friends: I think now that she is out of Violet Springs, and generally has a better outlook on life since her diagnosis, Sylvia will become a lot more social and popular in Liberty. Not like Youi popular but almost there.
First boyfriend: The only guys she would've dated before Jay. I think they would've been pretty young, so maybe they were going really well for a bit but then things kinda slowed down. Eventually they ended up breaking it off, but they've been good friends ever since
Nila Lin (West Ivys)
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Belle: Ex-Best Friends. They used to always be there for each other, going out to parties and getting wasted together, but when Belle's parents divorced and she started going off the rails Nila thought that she was going too far. While Nila tried to get her to tone it down, Belle wanted Nila to follow along with her, leading them to having a massive falling out. I think even now they aren't talking, Nila's always keeping an eye on her from afar
Darcy: Ex-Girlfriend. Darcy is the first girl Nila dated. Prior to that, she had only dated guys and assumed she was straight based off that. Being very young when they were dating, naturally they grew apart and ended on healthy terms.
Nicolas: A close friend of her’s that stuck by her after her friendship with Belle fell apart. He really kept an eye on her and was just really supportive without pushing her to do/say anything and Nila appreciates him for that.
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Ex-Boyfriends: Guys she dated short-term prior to her dating Darcy. I don't think she's the kind of person to leave anything on bad terms, especially if they didn't last long
Youi Moon (Liberty)
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Hayi: Older sister. I think both of them are probably the most vicious of the Moon-Kang clan. If you ever mess with one if them you'll have both of them to deal with, plus the boys every now and then. Youi is definitely more bold and vocal, but Hayi definitely plays a role in keeping her tame.
San: Older brother. I think while they give of very different vibes -with San being the weirdo of the family and Youi being the borderline bitchy, popular girl- they very much think the same. Growing up, I think Youi would've been closer to San than she was to Hayi, and even though that's changed over time, she goes to him when she feels more playful, or when (on the rare occasion) she's upset.
Addy, Callie & Bianca: High School best friends. The four of them were part of the popular clique in Gallagher. I think being away from them is kinda bittersweet for Youi. Even though she thinks they were lowkey fake at times, she really does miss them and would love to catch up whenever she has the chance.
Louisa: An unlikely friend while they both come from wealthy families, they never were really part of the same circle since Youi fell into the popular clique while Louisa was more mature, but recently they’ve gotten to know each other and kind of welcome each other to different aspects of their lives, introducing different things to one another
Jay: Secret friends with benefits. Currently they’re sleeping together but no one really knows about it since Youi can’t bring herself to be involved with anyone in that way. The relationship on her side is only physical.
Ethan: Since Ethan and Addy broke up Ethan has been hitting on Youi, but she kinda just takes it as him needing a friend to talk to. While she eventually catch on to him flirting, she’s still very touchy about it since she’s still considers Addy a friend, and doesn’t really know how to go about it alongside her situation with Jay.
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Liberty Friends: Youi was in the rich, popular clique in Gallagher and in Liberty it isn't any different. I think she falls into that kind of group naturally. and since she doesn't have Callie, Bianca and Addy with her she's kinda become the HBIC in Liberty without realising. She'd definitely want more people around her though
Jihoon Kang (Blossom Bell)
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Hayi: Cousin, Best Friend & Roommate. Between this friendship, Hayi holds 95% of the braincells LMFAO. She is Jihoon's impulse control, and if he didn't have her around he'd probably be wind up in so much trouble. He's definitely picked up a thing or two from Hayi when it comes to being tactical and strategic.
San: Cousin, Best Friend & Groupmate. I think these two are definitely the goofiest in the family. He isn't as close to San as he is to Hayi, but being in the same group has brought them together a lot more, resulting in many chaotic moments happening in their group and at home.
Amelia: Jihoon produces music for Amelia. Their music-making process is really sending tracks back and forth to each other until they reach the final product. Some people probably think that the process they have is inconvenient but he encourages her to release more music, and their little system works for them.
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Unrequited Crush/Someone he's unintentionally leading on: A toxic trait that Haneul and all of his sons have in common is that while they are great at communicating with girls, they are incredibly oblivious to their feelings LMAO. I think simply because he's best friends with Hayi, he's used to talking to girls in a casual way, but since they're not his cousin, he isn't afraid to make flirty jokes and stuff like that just for the fun of it. So maybe while they're developing something for him, Jihoon doesn't notice at all.
(NEW) Yohan Kang (Blossom Bell)
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Hayi & San: His cousins. Being more on the quiet, private side he was never really as close to Jiwon's kids as Jihoon was. I think now that he and San are in Blossom Bell together, they've definitely become a lot closer, although he is still lowkey judging him.
Young-Mi: Childhood friends gone unrequited crush. Yohan and Young-Mi were familiar with each other mostly through Elodie and Haneul. Whenever Elodie and Young-Mi went on holiday to South Korea, Haneul always offered them rooms at his house. Yohan and Young-Mi were close, but while she has a crush on him, Yohan only really sees it all as a friendship.
Min-Hyuck: With their father’s being members of Seventeen, although they might not have seen each other all to often, they were often associated with each other. In Blossom Bell, they are now roommates and have gotten a lot closer.
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Academy Buddies: While he loves his family, and the fact that a majority of them are in Blossom Bell, he'd definitely try and break away from them and make more friends
Guy Squad: Maybe like a friend group of 3 or 4 guys from different unis that are always seen hanging out and goofing around. Yohan would generally be the mum friend of the group, but he'd definitely feel more free to enjoy himself with this group
(NEW) Joji "Georgie" Heo (Blossom Bell)
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Min-Hyuck: Twin brother. Between the two, Georgie is the more outgoing one. They're both really close and pretty much grew up looking up to their father wanting to become idols. While Minhyuck stayed on that path, Georgie decided that she didn't really want that much attention and became a choreographer instead
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Roommates: She goes to Blossom Bell, and I'd love for her to have a roommate. Whether they have a lot in common and get along, or if they have a little clash in personality, it can be developed!!
Friends: Just new friends in general!! Georgie's a social butterfly, so I doubt that having friends in overseas and rival unis would matter to her at all LOL
(NEW) Eric Mendoza (Rosewell)
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Tammy: He and Tammy were in a long-term relationship before he found out that he had a son. In a panic, he broke up with her without saying anything, and while she's still mad a him him, but still wants to know why he did it.
Noah: Childhood best friends. He was the first person Eric went to when he found out that he had a son, and in turn Noah helped cover for him until he sorted his secret out with his sister. To this say the only person aside from Moira that knows.
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Friends: He was brought up in Violet Springs and was one of those people that can blend into any kind of clique in high school so just friends in general would be nice for him, especially since he's new
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Alone Pt. 2
“Y/N, we’re not talking about this right now.”
“You should’ve just listened to me.”
“Y/N…” he sighed, annoyed by your refusal to shut up and move on.
“No. Look at you. Stuck behind that desk on Christmas Eve with no one. Your whole family’s been out for practically a year and you haven’t seen a god damn one of them. Except for Michael of course but it’s Christmas. You should be together, all of you.”
“Y/N, I don’t care if I’m alone on Christmas, alright? They’re the ones who decided they didn’t want to see me after everything-”
“Well, can you exactly blame them?” You said under your breath as you fussed with the Christmas tree, making sure it looked perfect.
“Y/N, STOP IT.”
His shouts caused your to jump, knocking an ornament off the branch and having it crash to the floor with a loud bang. You stood motionless for a second as he shot up, looking over at you, making sure you were alright. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips as he watched you.
“Sorry,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll call in the maid to clean it up.
“No need.” You said as you bent down to pick up the bigger shards of glass, keeping your back to him even as you heard him move from behind his desk, tears pricking your eyes.
“Y/N,” he said, trying to sound soothing as he bent over and put his hands on your shoulders reassuringly. You shrugged him off of you, finishing it up and walking past you without another word.
Tears continued to prick your eyes as you walked through the house. You ignored Tommy’s calls as he followed you, stoppin eventually when you just kept on walking. That was what he did; he led you on and on and when he couldn’t keep up anymore he just stopped. All of it. That’s how it was when you were younger, and that’s how it still was.
You had been with him through everything; getting over the death of Grace, dealing with the kidnapping of Charlie, sending his whole family to jail just to have them released a few months later in order for them to all go their separate ways. And here you were still, practically living in his house, being a mother to his child, doing everything wife does without as much as an engagement ring. You thought about it a lot, why you stuck around after so long without a glimpse of commitment from him, but every time he pulled away and you tried to leave, he’d smuggle his way back into your life and heart. It was a vicious cycle, but one you were sure would never change.
In you room you picked up a few dresses and threw them in a case, hoping getting away from him for a time would be what you needed. It’d give you the chance to see your family on Christmas, at least. You whipped your eyes quickly and got ready to go, not surprised when you made it to the door without Tommy trying to stop you.
“Mum...where are you going?”
You stopped in your tracks, turning around to see Charlie standing there, looking at you. You tried to hold back tears as you watched his little face contort in confusion as you put your case down. You kneeled to his height, putting your arms around him.
“I’m just going away for a little bit.” You sniffled, trying not to let your tears come too much. “I’ll be back soon enough, ok?” You said and Charlie nodded. You hugged him then, seeing Tommy lurching in shadows. You looked back at Charlie, though your words were now directed at Tommy.
“I need to be alone right now, with my thoughts. When it’s time, I’ll be back.” And just like that you picked up your case and left Tommy alone again, with not many people at all to turn to.
There was a faint knocking on the door, leading you to call for them to come into your office as your craned your head over your desk which was littered with paperwork.
“You’ve got a phone call. A Mr. Shelby’s asking for you.”
You sighed heavily, throwing your pen down in a state of discontempt at the news. You rubbed your temples, trying to figure out what to do, leaving your secretary still standing in the doorway awkwardly. “Yes, alright, I’ll be out in a minute.” You said, causing her to nod and walk away.
You currently weren’t talking to Tommy, but you weren’t currently not talking to him either. It sounds confusing because it is confusing. After the night he had finally opened up to you, and you had heard his real thoughts on you and his family, and you had left after saying some sour words, you hadn’t really talked to him again. You didn’t really break up with him, because, well, you weren’t really together. You weren’t sure you were anything to him.
“Tommy?” You answered more eagerly than you would have liked to, but you were dying to hear his voice. And dying to know why he was calling you at work.
“Y/N,” he breathed. “Are you ok?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing...yet. Charlie’s still at school with you, right?”
“Mhmm.” You responded, walking over to the window overlooking the playground and spotting the little boy instantly, his hair cut short and covered with a cap like he’s father's. “Yes, he’s here. Why? What’s going on?”
“Ok, good. Now listen, there’s some very bad people coming for me.”
“Like usual…” you muttered, your voice so sarcastic he could probably hear your eye roll through the phone.
“Y/N, please, listen to me. Charlie’s in danger, we’re all in danger. I’m sending a car over, you take Charlie and you get in.”
“Well, where is it going?”
“It’ll take you where you’ll be safe. Just do as I say, please.” He was begging, you could hear it in his strained voice. This was serious, and this was also his way of showing you that maybe he did give a shit about you and your safety.
“Alright. But you’ve to tell me what’s going on Tommy. You can’t shut me out.”
“I...it’s not safe over the phone. I’ll tell you when I see you in person. Please, just be safe. I love you.” He let slip, as if the words rolled off his tongue easily, but you know these were words he hadn’t said in years. It wasn’t easy, but he said them so fast and effortlessly, so anti-climatic that you’d almost missed it. The other end was cut almost immediately after, leaving you with the faint ringing of those three tiny words in your ear. You didn’t have time to say it back, much less process the fact that you indeed meant something to Thomas Shelby. You meant more to him than you could know as you grabbed your things, told your secretary that you were leaving and ran into the yard, Charlie running to you. You scooped him up into your arms and prayed everything would be alright.
probably needs a part three....any thoughts?
#peaky blinder imagine#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinders fanfiction#thomas shelby#thomas shelby imagine#thomas shelby fanfic#thomas shelby fanfiction
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Teenage Dream (Hongbin smut)
Genre: smut / fluff
Length: 4.4k
Pairing: Lee Hongbin + you
Summary: You and Hongbin are secretly dating and you have him over at your house to help ‘tutor’ him. When your parents leave however, things get heated.
Hiii sorry it took me about 2 ½ weeks to update !!! I thought it’d take me less than a week but it took A LOT longer. It takes me so long to write I’m sorry. The next one will be up by the 13th hopefully <3
I’m sorry if there is any typos or parts that don’t make sense since I didn’t proof read, but please let me know if there’s any problems and I’ll edit it.
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“…And so you divide the original amount over the new amount which will give you the answer to part a-”
You glance up to see if Hongbin is paying attention to you explanation. You weren’t surprised when you saw he wasn’t, but it was still infuriating. Sighing when you saw he still hadn’t even picked up his pen, you began to scold him. You were stopped by the sight of him staring at you dreamily as he rested his head in his hands. You must admit you loved the attention from him, but not when you were trying to tutor him for your maths exam; and certainly not when your parents were around.
You had informed your parents that your teacher requested that you tutor Hongbin to help him since he was falling behind in maths. This however, was untrue. The reason why Hongbin came round once a week (and sometimes more), was in fact because he was your secret boyfriend and you wanted to spend more time with him. However, your parents were quite strict on you and if you went out they always demanded to know where you were going. It was almost impossible to go out to see Hongbin as they only time you were really aloud to go out was to the library to study. Since you kept your relationship a secret from your friends from school too (aside from a selected few people), it’s not like you could do couple things at school either. Ultimately you were stuck with these ‘tutoring sessions’, where you would both silently flirt with each other and exchange loving glances. Your father had made it clear he didn’t want you to have a boyfriend until you had graduated in case it effected your career and your mother agreed to a certain extent; so they made it their mission to check up on you two regularly to witness that the only thing you were doing was indeed studying. To be honest, you really did want to help Hongbin with his maths exam, but it was hard to when the only thing he did was stare at you all the time.
“Hongbin what are you doing?” You hissed at him through your teeth, “You’re supposed to be listening to me and taking notes!”
“But babeee,” he whined.
You gave him a stern look, which slightly wavered when you saw the look he was giving you. “Don’t call me babe when my parents are here, they might hear you. Besides you should be working.”
As much as it pained you to do, you knew that if your parents found out about your relationship. They probably wouldn’t let you see Hongbin again. They definitely wouldn’t let him back in the house every week for revision.
He slouched back on his chair, pouting. Until an idea came to his mind. From your peripheral vision, you could see Hongbin’s face gradually move closer to yours. He wouldn’t, you thought to yourself. Just letting yourself focus on the equations, you blanked out Hongbin beside you, assuming that he was just trying to annoy you or something. Apparently you were wrong because less than a few moments later you felt Hongbin’s soft lips on yours. Your initial reaction was to melt against him and hold him close to you, until it sunk in where you were and after a few seconds you managed to shove him away from you.
“Hongbin!” You whisper-screeched, “My parents are home! You can’t do this right now!”
He leaned back into his chair with a smirk on his lips, “I know you enjoyed it y/n.” Hongbin was becoming more and more daring by the day and you had the constant fear hanging over you that your parents would soon find out all that was going on between the two of you.
His ears perked up as he heard the footsteps of your parents walking through the hallway towards the dining room where you and Hongbin were ‘studying’. Anxious of being caught out, he grabbed the first pen he could see and started jotting down equations from the textbook in front of him. Your parents walk into the dining room and your father hums happily at the sight of the two of you working so hard. You both lift your heads pretending to just notice them walking in and Hongbin gives them an award winning smile. “Hello, Mr and Mrs y/l/n!” He chimed, winning them over with his charms. “Hello Hongbin!” You swear you saw your mum swoon a little and you rolled your eyes.
“Y/n.” she turned to you, “Your father and I are going out now for a meal with our friends, but wont be back until around 10. So remember to make something for yourself and Mr Lee when the two of you get hungry.”
“Oh, Hongbin is going home when we’ve finished this page so I won’t need to-”
“Don’t worry Mrs y/l/n, I’ll make something for the both of us.” Hongbin beamed at your parents, turning on his charm and showing his dimples.
“Such a nice boy,” your mum said walking over to where the two of you were sat and ruffling his hair. “You know, y/n, I know I said I don’t want you to have a boyfriend but I wouldn’t mind if you dated Hongbin,” She not so subtly whispered as Hongbin’s face lit up as his eyes drifted to yours, finding what your mother said promising.
You laughed awkwardly, choosing to ignore what she said. “Have a great time, bye guys!” You waved at them, obvious signally that you wanted them to leave.
Your mother patted Hongbin’s head one last time before walking out. Your parents waved goodbye to the both of you. They must’ve been in a good mood to leave the two of you home alone.
After you heard the front door close you could feel Hongbin’s eyes on you and you knew what he was going to say. Instead of looking up to face the reality you carried on busying yourself with equations; pen moving rapidly across the page as you tried to make it clear to Hongbin you were unable to talk right now.
“Y/n?” He asked after several seconds of you not responding.
“I’m busy right now, Hongbin,” you sighed, pretending to be frustrated but in reality your heart was racing. Your mum would be okay with you dating Hongbin? It didn’t sound right. Your parents made it abundantly clear they didn’t want you to have any distractions getting in the way of your studies. Worries and hope filled your head as you repeated what your mother had said. ‘You know, y/n, I know I said I don’t want you to have a boyfriend, but I wouldn’t mind if you dated Hongbin.’ You were inwardly screaming trying to work out if she actually meant it or if she was just playing around.
“You heard what your mum said, right?” You could hear the grin in the way he spoke and you just needed him to be quiet so you could think.
“Shut up, Hongbin. Yes I know my mum just said she wouldn’t mind if I dated you and I’m thinking about it too. I’m thinking about what this means for us, does this mean that we can tell everyone about our relationship? Or was she just playing around? What do you want me to do Hongbin? If we actually told them about us would they be mad for hiding it or support us? Would they ban us from seeing each other until after the exams? Or possibly even longer? Are you willing to risk that, Hongbin? Would it cause loads of drama at school if everyone found out? All I want is to be with you without other people judging us or our relationship. You mean the world to me and I don’t want to risk losing you, but at the same time I want everyone to know you’re mine and I’m yours.”
He was leaning on his palm again as his elbow was on the table the whole time throughout your rant. You turned to him annoyed when you realised he hadn’t responded to anything you had said; preparing to shout at him for ignoring you. But you were stopped by a loving gaze penetrating through you.
“What?” You whispered, scared to ruin the mood.
“I just love you so much.” He chirped brightly,eyes shining with unspoken emotion.
Your heart hammered in your chest as you processed what Hongbin had just said. No matter how many times he told you it surprised you and made your heart soar with the feelings the two of you had for each other. Thousands of butterflies flew around in your tummy the more you thought about the simple, but effective, sentence that Hongbin had just said to you.
His dimples made another appearance on his precious face as he took in your stunned reaction. Hongbin had a habit of saying or doing surprising things when you least expected it and he lived for how you’d react to it. Most of the time you blushed, hitting him and exclaiming, “yah!”
However, this time you chewed your lip, still pondering over your worries you previously voiced. Hongbin sighed as he pushed out his chair, rising from the table and walking over towards where you were sat. His hands delicately wrapped around your cheeks as he stared meaningfully into your eyes. “Y/n, I would do anything for you. Who cares if your parents don’t agree with our relationship? It’s your life not theirs. If they have an issue with us it’s their problem. Although it would be great for them to like me…” he laughed, “…it can’t be helped. Y/n, I know you feel the same way that I feel for you, so because of this I will fight for you, no matter what.” He paused, stroking over your cheek softly with the pad of his thumb. “…The same could be said with the people at school. Even if they talk about us at first, they’ll get over it soon. If they don’t well, screw them -”
You could tell he was going to continue talking, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Crashing your lips onto Hongbin’s you kissed him fiercely with all you had. Hands snaked up to grip the back of his hair as you tried to pour all you were feeling into the kiss. You loved Hongbin, you truly did, with all your heart and soul. But you were just worried something was going to go wrong and you were going to lose him.
Being able to read you like a book, Hongbin pulled back after several seconds, cradling your face in his palms. “You don’t need to worry. Everything will be okay, I promise.” He smiled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ears and studying your face before he restarted your kiss.
After a few minutes the feeling of the kiss changed from love and tenderness to lust and need, the heat radiating off both of your bodies as you somehow ended up on top of the table with Hongbin positioned in between your legs; both of you having lost your shirt and all of your papers thrown askew across the floor. You both pulled back to gasp for air and you inhaled sharply at how wrecked Hongbin looked already. His hair was messy from your fingers raking through the strands, lips red and swollen as he panted for air and his eyes were lidded in arousal and love for you. After his breathing steadied, your boyfriend’s hands found themselves in your hair again as he traced the delicate strands with his fingertips.
Eventually growing needy, his fingers trailed down your neck and collarbone with feather light touches to your sensitive skin, still wanting to make you squirm underneath his touch. You arched your back, trying to lean into his touch more; but Hongbin smirked playfully and moved back slightly further so you weren’t as close to him.
You whined. “Please Hongbin, touch me more.”
He complied, reaching behind your back to un-clip your bra and capturing your breasts in his hands as they fell free, massaging them lightly to help satisfy you. You sighed leaning your head back and Hongbin took this as a chance to take your nipples into his mouth while he continued massaging your right breast. His teeth bit the skin slightly as he ran his tongue over the stiff nub and you shivered under his touch, making him smirk. His generous teasing continued for several more minutes until your obvious whines became impossible to ignore. Hongbin felt bad for ignoring his baby; so he vowed to make up for it.
Fingertips danced down your skin making it jump in excited as Hongbin reached the button of your jeans. They were discarded quickly, Hongbin eager to please you. Sitting down on one of the chairs, Hongbin was now face to face with your wet core. But instead of getting to it, Hongbin wanted to drag out this feeling and make it more enjoyable for you in the long run. Going back down to your knees, he mouthed up your thigh and to your core before repeating it on the opposite side. He continued to do this again, not giving you what you wanted until you asked for it nicely, each time getting closer and closer to your core.
“Hongbin!” You tried to sound threatening, but it came out like more of a squeal, which resulted in Hongbin letting out a small breath of laughter. You shuddered at the feel of his breath at your centre, realising just how close he was to you. After seeing that he wasn’t making a move to do anything, tears clouded your eyes in frustration. “Please, Hongbin please,” you nearly sobbed.
Hongbin licked a thick strip over your underwear making you gasp out before he pulled them down sensually leaving kisses where the material passed.
Once being left directly in front of your bare core, Hongbin licked his lips as he thought about what he wanted to do with you. Wrapping his hands under your thighs, he yanked you towards him almost pulling you off the table. You yelped and grabbed onto the first thing you could find, which happened to be Hongbin’s hair which made him let out a small groan. You shivered feeling his breath against your naked centre and raised your hips slightly eager to feel Hongbin’s mouth on you. He smiled at your eagerness and complied, licking a bold strip up you again like before. He hardened his tongue when reaching your clit to add to your pleasure which made you let out a sigh of satisfaction, leaning your hands back on the table to admire the sight of Hongbin between your legs. He looked up at you with bright eyes, love showing through the lust and you smiled back at him with hooded eye lids as your hearted pounded and your chest heaved in anticipation.
Hongbin averted his attention back to pleasing you, keen to make you feel good and satisfied. He wanted to show you just how much he loved you through the use of pleasuring you; wanting, needing you to feel as good as you made him feel. His hands snaked to your folds to open you to him further, spreading your legs and lips for better access.
Your breath got caught in your throat when he submerged his tongue between your wet folds, running it against your entrance and then back up to your clit again. He stayed there for a while licking over and around it at a slow pace to make you beg for him further. You squirmed where you sat, needing more from Hongbin than this. He looked up from between your legs, sensing your impatience and he grinned. You were just about to tell him off for being smug when he went for it; his tongue lapping over your clit at a fast pace. Your hips jerked up at the sudden stimulation, but he was quick to hold them down with his strong hands as he didn’t let up his movement on your sensitive bud.
When your body was just beginning to adjust to the persistent licks on your nub, Hongbin slipped his fingers into your dripping entrance, pushing them in and out at a moderate speed. You moaned out and let your body fall limply back on the table, completely surrendering your body to Hongbin. He took this as an advantage and pulled back for a second, before positioning your legs on either one of his shoulders so he could be even closer to you. It wasn’t long before Hongbin attached his mouth back onto you, but this time instead of licking you, his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and licking over it continuously, before adding his fingers back into you as well, resuming a faster pace than before. Your back arched up from where it laid on the table and Hongbin responded by suckling onto you harsher and curling his fingers to help you to reach the state of pure bliss.
Your moans were like music to him as he continued helping you climb towards your peak. You couldn’t contain the sounds that came out of your mouth as you felt the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside of you. Hongbin flicked his tongue harshly on your clit and you came on the curl in of his fingers. He continued pumping his digits through your tightening walls to prolong your orgasm; his mouth halting all moments from your glistening bud, not wanting to make you uncomfortable from the overstimulation. Watching as your body rose and fell with every breath it needed to recover from your orgasm, Hongbin simply sat back and admired you until he bought his fingers to a stop.
After your rapid breathing had calmed and you were back to earth, you sat up on your arms again and was rewarded with a wrecked looking Hongbin; apparently pleasuring you had excited him. He gazed into your eyes in awe and you both moved forward to join your lips into another heated kiss.
Hongbin was on the verge of bursting now and could no longer hold back. His hands roamed around your body, tracing every curve in admiration. Wrapping your bare legs around his waist, you threaded your fingers through Hongbin’s hair, giving him consent to continue.
With little-to-no hesitation, Hongbin arose from his previous position and proceeded to carry you over to the sofa. Letting the two of you fall back onto the mocha fabric, he braced his arms on either side of your head careful not to crush you under his weight; his mouth got to work on your neck, softly nipping the junctions before smoothing it over again with his tongue.
You moved your hand down to his crotch, making Hongbin inhale sharply. His breathing stops as you cup his fully hard member through the front of his sweatpants and his head falls into your shoulder with shallow breaths. You massage him through the material and his breathing quickens.
“Please baby.” He let out a whimper of your name. “Y/n… I’m so hard right now it hurts. Please.”
When you look into his eyes you can see the lust but also the pain of his hard member so you comply to his wishes, pulling his sweatpants and boxer briefs down.
Sighing at the feeling of freedom, Hongbin adjusts himself between your legs ready to push in. In all the haze of passion and love, the two of you had nearly forgotten a condom until Hongbin realises at the last moment.
“Uh…One sec.” he said, jumping off the sofa and running to retrieve on from your bedroom. You laughed at the thought of a butt naked Hongbin running around your house, but you still couldn’t ignore the pulsing in between your legs.
In no time at all, Hongbin comes running back into the room, attempting to apply it as he makes his way across the room to you in his turned-on haze.
By the time he’s comfortably settled between your legs, he managed to safely apply the condom to his length. The two of you move around until you are both satisfied with your position and Hongbin attempts to steady himself with shaky hands against your entrance, before pushing in.
The first slid in produces a wet sound that has both of your faces heating up at the lewdness of the situation. You were having sex in the living room of your parents house, with a chance that they could come back in due to forgetting something. You moaned at the risk which made Hongbin continue moving his hips to slid his cock in and out of you, his eyes watching your expressions. Recently, your parents had been very strict with your studying due to the upcoming exams, so you and Hongbin hadn’t been this physically close in a while. The two of you found yourself basking in the feeling of bliss more than usual, unsure when you’d get to do it again.
Hongbin ran his hands from your hipbones up to your breasts and down again, stroking your skin. He was completely in awe of your beautiful body. He didn’t know it was possible to have this much love and admiration for someone.
You had missed Hongbin’s touch immensely, your body had been craving it for a while. You could feel that he did too, with the way he snapped his hips into your to try and make you feel better than you had ever felt before. Since Hongbin was an actor, he was very big on eye contact and expressing feelings through them. He made sure to show that every time the two of you made love, and today was no exception. You could tell he was struggling with his half lidded eyes, but he still did it to see you and add a extra intensity from the eye contact.
Your arms flew around Hongbin’s back to hold onto as his thrusts sped up. You moaned feeling his strong muscles flex under your touch. Hongbin was so different to his body shape. On the outside he was all hard and manly, but on the inside he was soft and sweet like honey. You dwelled on the fact that you managed to get yourself such a great man for a moment and your heart soared. Seeing you were distracted by something, Hongbin’s hips gave a sharp thrust which had you moaning out his name loudly and digging your nails into his back. He moaned feeling your nails digging into his skin and found that he liked the pinpricks of pain from it. Usually your hands would be in his hair during love making and that’s why he wasn’t used to this sensation.
Hongbin leaned over your body and captures your lips into a breath taking kiss as his hand stroked down your body again, stopping at your clit and giving languid strokes with his thumb. You could feel him whimpering into your mouth with what you could only guess was his impending orgasm. His hips pistoned harder into you and you responded by rocking yours harder against him to heighten the feeling. Every second you felt yourself get closer and closer, clenching on Hongbin’s cock at the intense pleasure. You could feel the heat about to explode and bucked your hips up into Hongbin’s trying to stimulate both of you more and he let out a dragged-out moan, which had to be one of the sexiest things you’d ever heard. Your arched your back up in response as you felt the coil in your snap and you crashed your lips together to help prolong the feeling, your nails scratching down Hongbin’s back as you reached nirvana.
Hongbin keened at the feeling, which brought him over the edge just as you came down from yours. You continued to clench your inner muscles around his member to help prolong his blissful state and he let out a sated sigh before whimpering at the over stimulation of still being inside your wet cavern.
You felt at loss when he pulled out, but was quickly satisfied when he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and laid your head on his sticky chest. You both laid in silence for a few minutes until Hongbin tapped your chin several times to look at him. As you did, you were met with your favourite pair of chocolate brown eyes on the planet looking back at you with a massive smile on his face.
“Hey, I love you,” he let you know with a cheeky grin. You blushed and looked down and Hongbin chuckled at your reaction as he caressed your face lovingly.
“I love you too,” you whispered, looking into his eyes again.
The two of you spent the next few minutes just gazing at each other and admiring one another until you spoke again, “Hey…” you pause, still uncertain about how to phrase what you wanted to say, “I think it would be a good idea to tell everyone about us. I mean as you said, it’s not our problem if someone doesn’t support it, it’s theirs. I know we can do this together and I know that you’ll always be there for me. I love you, Hongbin and I don’t want to lose you-”
You’re interrupted by Hongbin pulling you in for a soft kiss, full of love and adoration he has for you, which is the only thing you can see reflected in his eyes after he pulls back and strokes your face with his soft hands. “Thank you baby, I promise you won’t regret this!”
He squeals in happiness as he jumps up. “You won’t regret this!” he repeats, jumping and running out of the room. You chuckle in delight, until you remember that you have a naked Lee Hongbin running around your household again. It was funny until you remembered that your neighbours all did their gardening every Saturday at 5pm too.
“Wait, Hongbin what if someone sees you?!” You shout as you set off to find your butt naked boyfriend.
lol I’m so sorry for that rushed ending
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Morning Pages No. 64
Thursday 28th August - 10:09am
Yeah, I know I missed the #64 on the 27th that I was so excited for on Wednesday, but I was lenient with myself because of work and Dinel’s extra essay lesson last night. Yesterday was just a busy day and Sarah even said that Day 10 should be a rest day. Even so, Day 10 wasn’t even yesterday, but I feel like I was right to give myself a break anyway. That, and I had the hiccups three freaking times yesterday: once on a walk, once during my class with Dinel of all times, and then once after dinner. We had pizza for dinner last night, courtesy of my card. I just felt like ordering a pizza so we got Greenbrook and some of their chips too. Mate. The chips were nice. The bulk of it is still in the fridge so I’m looking forward to eating that later.
I have to work on the website. That’s definitely my ‘I have to’ sentence for the week. I don’t know why I keep putting it off? The work I’ve done on it so far was let’s say about 2 hours worth, so that’s $100. And I’m seeing Julie next Wednesday, which will be the 2nd of September, so I’ll be able to get my invoice to her when I go see her too. I should get that invoice done before the meeting, I reckon. I might put some time aside to finalise the invoice on Tuesday. I don’t know why I’m expecting a lot from myself when it comes to the invoice too. I mean, why is it important whether or not I know how to make the invoice look pretty? It’s just an invoice, it’s totally back-end and functional, and it doesn’t need to reflect on my professionalism whatsoever. Julie���s probably never even seen a freelance communications consultant’s invoice before, so I can just do whatever I want. I’m going to use the agency’s template invoice of course, but how do you measure hours? Maybe I should look at my work invoice too, or even at Evan’s work invoice. Maybe one from when he was still working.
I feel a bit badly for Lonzo right now, because we both just woke up and now we’re both doing our own thing. I’m a bit annoyed at Evan too because he’s just obsessed with all the fitness/training/Kelley Starrett stuff that he’s been doing, but it’s like HYPER mode over the past few days. And I’ve barely been able to hang out with him, and I hate it. Even now, I want to just chill and play Breath of the Wild for a bit and he’s in the other room glued to his laptop. And he’s stoned all the time. It’s irritating.
So I just had a good cry in front of him and now he’s staring into space out the living room window. It’s interesting, a few days ago I remember saying we hadn’t had one of these fights where there are huge bouts of silence for a while, and here we are. I guess I jinxed it. I’m waiting for him to say something, but also I need to go about my day so I’m still typing as I wait. It’s probably a good idea to record this exact moment as it’s happening, right? Honestly probably not. I want to follow the ethos that life comes before art. If ever there is an opportunity to live over writing, that opportunity to live takes precedence. Fighting is living. This is a visceral portion of all relationships, and I should be present for it. But in my defence, so should he. And he’s not. He’s just staring out the window. I can stare at his face for a second or two at a time and I see the process of thoughts coming in and out of his mind, but that’s it. He’s made no effort to comfort me, which means that his stance is different to mine. He most likely thinks I’m being unreasonable. I hate that way he says ‘sorry’ like it’s an arbitrary sorry because he thinks that I want to hear that, but his tone is absolutely anything but. I don’t want to hear that ‘sorry’ right now. I hope I’m not waiting exclusively for that ‘sorry’, and zero closure.
Okay, so we did have closure. Evan spoke and the first thing he said was that I wasn’t in the wrong last night when I asked him to spend time with me and drop what he was doing. He acknowledged that I had a right to ask for some quality time knowing my schedule, and that he didn’t realise that last night was just one of those nights where I ‘needed it’. It’s normal, I have to keep reminding myself that it’s a normal thing for people to just need some quality time with their partner every now and then, because sometimes Evan can get SOOOO into whatever it is that he’s doing, and totally forget that I’m a secondary person to him, that I’m not just a part of him? I think it’s a [REDACTED] boys thing. Like his dad is just like this too, and from what Sarah’s told me, Mundell was just the same: always carving out their own space to ‘work’, to ‘develop’, and constantly prioritising that space over so many other facets of their life. I lucked out with Evan though. I’d say that of his father and brother and himself, Evan would have to be the most emotionally mature and open to change. I think it has something to do with the fact that he has witnessed the negative impacts of both his father and brother’s self-interested behaviour.
I was just about to talk about Barney and Mundell’s habits, but then I checked my phone and noticed a missed call from my dad, so I called him back. We chatted about the house for a while and now he’s got me on hold because he’s received another call. So I’m taking this opportunity to type, and I’ve decided that I’m going to keep this entry to two pages. I feel like two pages is just so much more sustainable as a practice? And I have too much work to do today and my conversation with Evan has already shown that I’m a bit stressed. I mean two pages will take twenty minutes, and I think twenty minutes of mindfulness is still better than falling short of thirty minutes and then feeling bad about myself for not achieving my goal. And thirty minutes set aside each day for this practice is a bit of a tall ask for an adult with multiple other jobs and commitments. I’m too busy for this, and I don’t mind it. If I’m in need of more mindful time, I can meditate or do some yoga or something.
I found a video on Facebook that was essentially a handstand training guide through yoga poses. Basically, you work on one pose for a week each and the third pose is a soft handstand. I’m going to give it a go. I feel like I could handle a handstand pose if I just apply myself. I’m also keen to go for a bike ride, but I have a feeling it may be way too cold. And my main gripe with scheduling bike rides is knowing that I can’t take Lonzo too. Especially now. He’s just too boisterous, and I’d feel like I was always looking out for him.
Thathi just answered the phone again, and he said we should schedule a trip to the mortgage broker’s. He sounded tired. I’m worried I spoke too much about myself, but I’m not sure what to speak to him about. I don’t know. I feel like a bad daughter. We didn’t even talk at all about my license. Ah. I don’t know what to do about feeling guilty about parents. The older you get, the more independent you become, and the less time you have to chat to your parents. I feel like we should do a family dinner thing, like Evan’s family. I’ve just sent a message to the brother and sister about maybe organising weekly family dinners after lockdown. I just feel so deprived of my family, I don’t like it. I haven’t seen my mum in so so so long. I know I have issues with ammi, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her and want to talk to her. But I’m worried that so much time has eclipsed now that it’ll be impossible for us to chat without her getting emotional? I don’t know. I can’t really deal with other people’s emotions, I get uncomfortable. I think that’s my Asian upbringing having a bit of an influence on my adult self. I got that Asian level of oppression, yo. That cultural ish.
Man, I’m already well into the third page, I think I’m just going to finish it off. Well, not well into it. I’d say about a quarter of the way there. I’m currently at 1520 words. Ah, I want to stop listing my word count midway through the doc all the time, but I am writing this out on Google Docs! It’s interesting, I just realised that whilst I do have Microsoft Word and I paid a pretty fucking penny for it, I still use Google Docs so much more? I suppose it’s just so much more convenient. Word is only really useful if the internet gives out, but now I’ve invested so much money in our internet, it’s not likely that our internet will ever give out for a long period of time anymore anyway. That being said, I’ve been finding the loading speeds to be abysmal on my phone. I feel like I should turn the modem and the nbn box off at the wall for a minute and let the whole system restart, that usually works.
Okay, I know I said that I was going to finish these pages off...I am, no I am. I can do this. I’m so close anyway, what’s another paragraph or two. I just know that I’m going to be doing a lot of work today and I feel like I’m not going to start on the website right after finishing this entry off because I’m going to follow a natural urge to give myself a break. But I’m not hungry, and I want to tell Evan about the contaminated water thing so that he doesn’t accidentally drink a full glass of water straight from the sink. He’s been drinking a lot of water lately. Good on him, right? Ugh, he’s going to get so much healthier than me if I don’t catch up soon.
Both Nicky and Lonzo are asleep on the green couch next to me. Evan said he’d be keen to move the green couch into the TV room and I think I am too. It’d be nice to have the futon in a space where it actually fucking fits, and I think the green couch would look so nice with the Persian rug in that room now. It’d also be nice to have the futon set up in bed mode right under the big window we have in the living room, so that I can just lay there and read by the wide source of daylight. Ooh, this feels like such a great idea now. My only concern is that that futon is going to be really chilly for people who stay over now. At least in the other room it was in a confined space, but out here it’s going to be so drafty. It’s fine, I don’t see us having people over anytime soon anyway. I keep thinking about that time Steve and Mundell came over and Malith was here. They had a lot of fun with him, but I mean he’s a very accessible character. Fuck, I need to finish ‘Fleabag’. I’ll do that at work tomorrow? After Dominicana. It should be an easy read. But Ben is managing tomorrow and he’ll want to talk to me. He’s been wanting to talk to me more since his divorce, and I’ve been amenable to that. I just know he’s enjoying the social aspects of our working relationship. We’re both conversationalists, and he’s a joker like Sam. Just not as immersed in puns as Shepherd is.
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Keith had a whole new routine to learn. Anywhere between roughly 4am and 9am, the bathroom was dedicated to sole use by Lance. Coran took all the medical supplies he’d sent Lance to Cuba with, and sent them off with a fresh load. Fresh blood in the morning. Shower. Injection. Food. Blood. Nap. Nap some more if the first nap proved unsatisfactory. Wake up for a few hours. Let Lance clean the apartment. Convince Lance to take a break and watch a movie with him. Then Lance would get up again half way through. Wander around the apartment. Catch his boyfriend trying not to cry. Cuddle said boyfriend as Lance mostly admitted he didn’t know why he was crying. Coax Lance down for cuddles, have a few minutes of cuddles, then Lance would remember he was doing the washing or something that required his attention. More blood. Another injection. Food somewhere in there. Blood. Kosmo’s walk time for the group of them with no arguing allowed. Dinner. Blood bag while cuddling and attempting to rewatch whatever they’d been watching before. Bed. Sex. Clean up. Cuddles. Morning cuddles. He loved the cuddle bit as much as the sex bit... He’d fight anyone who didn’t think Lance was sin on legs.
Keith supposed he couldn’t call it a routine when it spanned two days. Lance insisted that Shiro and Curtis stay. Sometimes Keith had to fight Curtis for Lance’s attention as they’d both get into some show he just couldn’t and the pair would be crying as they finished each other’s sentences over whatever had happened. Shiro was getting better too. His arm still cast, Lance drawing a small bat, that looked like a burrito with a head and legs, when Shiro asked if he wanted to sign it. Keith secretly jealous because it was pretty cute.
Sent out to do food shopping with Shiro, Keith was the first to admit his heart wasn’t in it. Lance was fooling nobody as he sent the pair of them. Yeah, Keith really needed Shiro time and Shiro did only have one arm. Walking into his brother for his third time, Shiro raised an eyebrow at him
“Don’t give me that look”
“Did I give you a look?”
“I know you know that I know you did”
His brother chuckled at him
“Okay, maybe I did. But Lance is safe at home with Curtis”
“I know”
“Then...?”
“Am I doing the right thing?”
Shiro gave him a confused look, Keith sighing before continuing
“I mean. I don’t know how to help him. I don’t know if I am helping him. He lost his mum and I wasn’t there”
“Ah”
“Ah” didn’t give him the answer he was looking for
“That’s all you’ve got to say?”
“No. I mean. I don’t know what to say or do for him either. Krolia wants to see you both. Lance mentioned he’d picked up on her scent”
“I don’t know if waving my living mum in front of his face is the best idea”
“I think trying to protect him is only going to make things worse. You know how he is. He craves normality”
“He’s grieving”
“And we can’t take that pain from him. I know it’s not the happy reunion you planned”
“No. I was supposed to go home to both of them. I feel like I failed Mami”
Hugging him in the middle of the shopping isle, Shiro knew how to make a scene
“You didn’t fail either of them. I heard you crying the night before last. I know you want to help Lance, but I’m worried about you too, kiddo”
He was crying, but not for the reason Shiro thought. Lance had turned on him. Tickling him ruthlessly when he suggested Kosmo sleep on the floor
“I’m doing better than he is”
“I know you’re strong, but Mami... well, she was a hell of a woman. She instantly accepted you. Loved you. Helped you heal and let Krolia in. She was a big part of your life for the time you knew her. I know you’re taking things hard, but you guys don’t have to do it alone. I was relieved that Lance wanted us there”
Keith was shocked. Kind of annoyed, if he was being honest. He’d wanted to spend the few days at the apartment having some private time to talk and plan things
“Oop. I’ve stepped on a mine, haven’t I?”
“No. I mean. Yeah, but no. He stopped asking about Rome. I got kind of drunk in Cuba with Matt, and I know I told him something, but I can’t remember what”
“Matt called to tell me. He said you managed to embarrass him with your love for Lance”
Keith groaned, shoving Shiro off
“I decided it’d be a great time to start getting loud about how good Lance is in bed. I keep forgetting he’s like 18 years older than me. He just... he’s so cute”
“He looks a little older. Not much, but his face is a little thinner”
“Coran says it’s pregnancy related. Lance is... too okay with it. I mean, 27 years he spent looking 18”
“And now I’d say he looks about 21, 22 maybe”
“I know. I know Coran is the best man to be around with everything going on...”
“... but you’re trying to take on too much. We’re clueless with the baby thing”
Yeah. Pretty much. He got all the fun things. Enjoying Lance’s changing body. Belly rubs. Kissing the bump. Lance got the morning sickness and potential complications
“Rieva kind of said the same. I blew up at him for not telling me sooner... hence drinking with Matt”
Slinging his arm over Keith’s shoulder, Shiro used his broken arm so Keith couldn’t brush him off
“You had a human moment. I’m shocked. You let yourself feel... Where’s my brother?”
“Ha ha. Go fuck yourself”
“Aw, don’t be like that. Look. I’m proud of you. You’ve come a long way, and you’ve still got a long way to go. These things, they’re only temporary. Lance might not have any complications at all. And he might. I know you two tend to pull into each other when you’re hurting, but we’re all a team”
“Rieva’s decided we’re part of her pack”
“See. So what’s up? Other than us crashing your sex party”
A couple passing gave them both long stares. Keith could have murdered his brother, Keith pushing the shopping cart forward
“It’s not a sex party. It’s not even about the sex. Which is amazing, thanks for asking. It’s just that we haven’t had a chance to sit down and get things organised. Lance’s already three steps ahead. He’s updated his will. I need to do mine, but I guess I’m wondering what I even have to offer our kids”
“You have you. Your kids aren’t going to remember what they did and didn’t have. They’re going to remember that both their fathers loved them”
“Sometimes I feel like it would have been easier if it wasn’t twins... I feel horrible. I love both of them...”
Keith felt like the worst dad ever for considering it. He felt dirty and unworthy, when Lance was trying his hardest to keep things going smoothly. Shiro chuckling at him kind of stunned him. How could his brother not be taking this seriously?!
“You’ve got cold feet. Look. I can get a copy of your will from work. Coran’s got us both on leave until the first of March, and I’m free of this bad boy. You’ll have time to talk”
Oh... Maybe. He didn’t know how to be a dad. Shiro had learned along the way, but he’d been such an awkward and jaded teen...
Keith sighed. It seemed like they’d never be done with everything they needed to do on top of daily life
“I want to get this organised so it’s one less thing to worry about. Lance is packing himself about going back to Garrison. He needs Pidge and Hunk time, just the three of them. Matt and Rieva are almost always around. I can’t kick them out, even for a few hours. Then there’s the nursery. If we have it upstairs it’s more practical, but then there’s the worry of the stares. When Lance gets bigger, stairs... I don’t like stairs”
“Simple. If stairs are too much, you’ll stay at the apartment until the birth”
“But there’s sharp corners and baby proofing. Everything sharp is going to have to be locked away...”
His brother pulled him close, ruffling his hair
“You’ve got months until then”
Shiro didn’t get it. These were his kids. He’d already started looking up how to baby proof a house and Lance’s house really needed upgrading. June would be there before they knew it
“I want it all organised so we can relax and enjoy what time we have before the twins come”
“We’ll make a weekend of it. See. Problem solved”
A weekend?! This was more than locks on doors and putting the kitchen knives away
“Not “problem solved”, it hasn’t happened yet”
His brother laughed at him
“You’re so serious. Okay. We’ll tackle this like a mission plan. You start making a list of the things you think need to be done. Then, we’ll tackle them on the weekends and weekdays we have free until Lance pops”
That sounded logical. Keith wasn’t sure how to process something so logical
“Do we have enough time? I mean... Coran said he could go into labour early”
“Coran was trying to prepare you so you’d understand if something did happen. He wasn’t trying to freak you out, despite the bang up job he did. No wonder Lance has been so on edge. He doesn’t do well when he feels he’s letting everyone down”
Keith shook his head. Lance was feeling along the same lines he’d spent so many years feeling. The key difference was that they had each other now and Keith knew Lance would gradually settle once he was home again with Blue and the craziness that was their friends group. As Lance would say they needed to take things one step at a time
“He hasn’t let anyone down. He still loves all of us. He’s been trying to hard and he was alone too long. He’s messed up still, over Sendak. Part of me wonders if he thinks losing Mami was some kind of fucked up Karma”
“We both know he’d got PTS. The support system he has changed when he lost his mother. I can’t imagine his pain. Not after all he went through. But I can promise we’ll get it worked out”
Probably in six months time knowing their track record
“That’s dragging you guys in. You haven’t told me how things went with Coran”
“Coran is going to try summoning the demon now that it’s more corporeal. He says there’s a much better chance of banishment”
Keith stomped on Shiro’s foot. How could his brother not tell him. Shiro hopping on the spot, hissing out
“What was that for?!”
“That’s for not telling me. What does Curtis think? Pidge and the others work on this for months. Does Coran really think it’ll help?”
Sure, he’d been preoccupied, but this was massive. And massively awesome news!
“We don’t know yet and Curtis is still deciding. It’s up to him”
Ummm... What was there to decide? If it was safe and Curtis was going to be happier, it was kind of obvious Shiro should be dropping hints
“You’re his boyfriend”
“And he can be as stubborn as your boyfriend when he wants to be”
“So?! If it’s going to help, then he should go for it”
“It’s not that simple. It’d be like taking the vampire out of Lance. Curtis found acceptance as he is now. He’s not quite sure how to cope with the idea of being human again”
Oh. Yeah. Keith got it when Shiro put it like that. Curtis found life hard being forced to tell the truth. All his new friendships since coming to Platt had that key element
“Lance and I will support him. Lance is like best friends forever with him, and Matt, and Matt is far more annoying that Curtis”
“I’ll remember to tell him that”
Oh, Matthew Holt knew exactly what he was doing. He knew he knew and knew Keith knew he knew, and now Keith was getting confused and Matt wasn’t even there to laugh at him for his Matt induced confusion
“He knows. I think he delights in driving me slowly insane”
“He delights in driving everyone slowly insane”
“Except Rieva”
“She’s a perfect match for him. He did well falling for her”
Rieva was amazing. All their friends were amazing... and Rieva was so above Matt’s league
“He did. We wouldn’t have been able to bring down Zarkon and Honerva without her help”
“And she never would have learned about her parents without Lance winning Lotor over”
Ugh. Loturd could go suck a sewer pipe
“I never want to see Lotor again”
“Then I shouldn’t tell you he’s planning on moving to Platt?”
Taken by surprise, Keith managed to crash the cart into the shelving. Shiro cringing as cans fell into the cart
“What?!”
“Lotor is planning on moving to Platt, and helping here”
“He can help by fucking off”
Like he wanted Lotor near Lance, even with this change of heart thing he had going on
“He’s going to manage things in Europe. As much as it sucks, not everything can be dismantled with a click of the fingers now Honerva and Zarkon have been slain. As next in line, he has a lot to clear up. Acxa submitted an application to be join VOLTRON. Zethrid was mad as hell she missed stowing away in your luggage and seeing Lance again”
The what? Zethrid was very clingy... and very interesting in Lance... and him. It was kind of uncomfortable
“She can keep her paws off my boyfriend. They didn’t even help them escape earlier”
Nope. That particular memory didn’t leave Keith salty at all
“Enchanted chains. They couldn’t use magic. Lance probably didn’t know about it, because I didn’t even know about it. Apparently their blood lines are pretty unique, which was why Lotor was drawn to them”
What? Okay, the chains made sense seeing Lance and Lotor were both chained up and unable to break free
“When did you find this out?”
“We were in the same debriefings... How could you forget?!”
Because if it wasn’t to do with Lance, he hadn’t been paying that closer attention. But... like... he seriously didn’t remember hearing about this. Keith groaned at himself. Moving to clean up the mess he’d made in the cart
“I’m hopeless, aren’t I?”
“You were focused on being with Lance”
“Plus my idiot brother got his arm broken. And my idiot brother-in-law got his curse worsened”
“And you busted up your ribs. There was a lot going on”
“I know. I wish I could remember what I told Lance”
Shiro taunted him in a sing-song, instantly getting under Keith’s skin
“Probably how much you love him. And how much you want to kiss him. And marry him”
Ugh... some of that sounded painfully familiar. Huffing at his brother, he had no good retort
“Fuck off. You and Curtis are as bad”
“I can’t deny it. He gets me”
“You’re impossible!”
“And you’re Keith. Nice to meet you”
Letting out a frustrated growl, Keith gave up trying to straighten things up. His brother was impossible. Why did Shiro seem to have some kind of magic that settled something deep inside of him, then in the next instant he wanted to throttle him?! They were shopping for their trip back to Garrison, and he was taking his task seriously as Lance was craving chocolate. They were supposed to get in, get everything, and get out. Not cause a scene, crash a cart, and leave him seriously wondering how bad it would be to leave Shiro lost and wandering the supermarket aisles.
*
Click and collect was a wonderful thing. Lance and Curtis hatching a plan of their own that involved getting the two brothers out of the apartment. Lance knew he’d been up as down. Mostly down. Coran, and Krolia, were coming over for dinner, bringing back his things so he no longer had to use the laptop Coran had given for Cuba. He’d been looped into chat by Keith, but that wasn’t the same. He wanted to catch up on everything ahead of going back to Garrison.
Keith would have had a fit if he knew Lance went out. He was supposed to be resting. He’d done a lot of resting. A lot of letting Keith cuddle him, but now he was at the apartment he couldn’t seem to stop cleaning. The apartment gathered a lot of dust, airing and cleaning. Meal prep. Trying to be patient as Keith questioned what was in his injections. Vitamins. Obviously. He’d stressed everyone out enough, so he’d decided he wanted to make a fancy dinner. He wanted to thank them for being there during his flunk. He also wanted to take Keith to mami’s grave, but finding the right moment hadn’t been easy. Concentrating on feeling better and Keith had to come first.
He’d timed his click and collect to be picked up just after Shiro and Keith left, ordering everything the previous night when Keith was in the shower. He’d sent them for things for dessert, hoping the pair of them would struggle to find everything on the list, and be forced to spend some quality sibling time together.
Half an hour later Lance was back in the apartment. Curtis wore a hat to cover his small horns, but he clearly felt self conscious about them in public. Coran said he might be able to summon the demon out of Curtis and Curtis was struggling hard with that. Lots of cuddles with his friend made them both feel better. Lance wanted things to go well for Curtis so badly he could almost taste it. Curtis deserved so much happiness.
Placing the bags and boxes on the kitchen bench, Curtis’s ban had been lifted from the kitchen. Setting down the slow cooker, Curtis let out of a sigh of relief
“Are you sure you bought enough?”
“Yep. Keith really seemed to like Ropa Vieja in Cuba”
“I’ve never heard of it”
Not enough people had. Lance kind of realising he’d become monotonous with his cooking
“That’s because you hunters have no idea what good food is. He wanted me to teach him how to make it, but I think for tonight I’m going to go ahead and make it, and make sure he still likes it”
“Are you sure I should be making it with you? He won’t be upset?”
Probably. But it wasn’t like he was doing it traditionally, or how his Mami taught him
“Nah. I’ll teach him mami’s recipe over the stove top. Tonight I’m making it a little more mild to suit yours and Shiro’s taste. Are you still blowing up kitchen appliances?”
Curtis groaned
“Sometimes?”
“You can help slice the veggies then. Assuming you’re not going to cut your finger off”
Curtis rolled his eyes as he hip bumped him
“I’m not that bad. It’s Shiro you have to watch out for in the kitchen”
Lance chuckled. Keith had come a long way, but he still had a lot to learn
“I should book the three of you for a master class with Hunk. Hunk is the sunshine of my life, but mess up in the kitchen and he’s ruthless”
“I don’t believe it”
“You should. We had a disagreement over something once and it still haunts me to this day”
*
With the prep work going mostly smoothly, everything was in the slow cooker by the time Keith and Shiro came back. Evidence of Lance’s and Curtis’s little trip out hidden away, as much as it could be. The pair of them catching up on the soap operas that they’d missed, knowing neither of their boyfriends held any interest in them. Letting them in, Shiro had his arms full, Kosmo jumping off the sofa to race over to Keith, with a happy bark. Immediately interested in the bags of shopping Keith was carrying. There was more there than Lance remembered sending them out to buy
“Back!”
Kosmo happily ignored Keith. Trailing after the brothers as they headed into the kitchen. Shiro the first to comment
“Something smells good”
Engrossed in his show, Lance halfheartedly replied
“That’d be dinner”
“You’re making dinner, already?”
“Curtis helped. I don’t know how it’ll turn out”
Keith stood on tiptoe as he dumped the bags he was carrying on the bench
“You’re supposed to be taking it easy”
“I am. You guys picked the wrong time to come home. We’re just about to see who’s Carla’s baby daddy”
Curtis backed him up
“My money’s on Stephan. Lance thinks it Kris”
Shiro sounded bored of it all
“Riiiiight. So you two had a good time?”
Curtis answering his boyfriend
“Yep. We went out for a bit, and now Lance is about to be wrong”
There went the secret. Not that Shiro and Keith wouldn’t have figure it out when he told them what was for dinner. Grabbing the TV remote, Curtis hit pause
“What about you two? I didn’t think Lance had so many things on his list”
Keith mumbled, Lance turning his attention to his boyfriend. Downcast eyes, nervous weight shift...
“We got distracted”
Shocker right there. That was bound to happen when you left Shiro and Keith alone. Now Lance was curious, Shiro laughing as he ruffled Keith’s hair, Keith seeming to shrink back... there was something afoot here
“I think you’ll like the result. Keith, why don’t you take Lance and show him what you found”
“I can show him later”
“You could show him now. Curtis can help me unpack”
Keith grumbled, lifting three bags back off the bench
“I fucking hate you”
“You’ll thank me later. Of you two go”
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The Mixtape Mishap - Chapter 5
Party Preparations
Hermione ran down the stairs and into Ginny’s room, shutting the door before returning to the corner she’d made herself comfortable in earlier to let the rest of her tears fall. Sure, she got her CD back, but at what cost? She and Ron were nowhere closer to reconciling, even if he had broken up with Lavender.
There was a gentle knock on the door as Ginny entered. All Hermione wanted was to be alone, but she couldn’t ask Ginny to leave her own room so Hermione could wallow in her own sadness.
“Hermione, I’m really sorry about everything,” Ginny said to her as she sat on her bed. Ginny wasn’t sure if it was good or bad that Hermione wasn’t speaking, but she knew she needed to apologize. “I was so mad that night when Ron caught Dean and I, and I wasn’t thinking. It was a stupid sibling row, and I know I shouldn’t have told him what you told me in confidence. And what’s worse is I made it out to be more than it was, and I am sorry. I was really hoping it’d knock some sense in him, but it didn’t.
“And I know I should be sorry about giving him that CD, but I’m not because it made him see sense and break up with Lavender. The prat sent it to her on Christmas, pretty sure it was after he’d had time with the music. She sent him a howler at breakfast the other day. We could all hear it even though he ran upstairs to try to get away from us,” she chuckled at the memory, but then became serious again. “Is there anything I can do to help make this right?”
Hermione sat in silence, letting Ginny’s words process around her. She was thankful for the apology, but it still didn’t take away all the hurt and pain that she and Ron continued to cause each other. “I don’t know if there’s anything you can do. We can never seem to get anything right. Maybe he’s better off without me, friend or more than.”
“You can’t be serious! Hermione, he broke up with Lavender because he read that paper and realized what it meant! On his own!” Ginny said in frustration with her.
Hermione ignored her. “Ginny, I never actually asked him to Slughorn’s party. Ron was right. I only suggested that I wanted to ask him, and he said he’d like that. I took it for a yes and didn’t give it a second thought! It’s so humiliating. Here I was making him out to be the bad guy, but it was all a misunderstanding. I set those canaries on him because I was so hurt that he’d promised me one thing and then ran off with her, but none of that’s true. I’m such a fool!”
“Maybe you should tell him that,” Ginny said matter of factly.
“How? I’ve already made a gigantic fool of myself. If he ever did fancy me, there’s no way he could now. He probably thinks I’m crazy.” Hermione shook her head as she covered her face in her hands.
“So you mean to tell me you’re just going to ignore him for the next five days? Hermione, that’s ridiculous and you know it, especially considering the festivities the twins are planning for tonight. There’s no way they’ll let you stay holed up in my room.” Hermione shrugged as Ginny pressed on. “I’ll tell you what. You’re going to go have a shower, and wash those tears away. You’re done feeling sorry for yourself. You both made mistakes, and it’s time to own them and move on. Otherwise, there’s no hope for any happily ever after for either of you!”
Hermione stared at her. “You- you can’t honestly tell me what to do!” She was not used to this tough love attitude.
“Hermione, I know you’re an only child, but this is what having a sister’s like. Half this mess is my fault and I’m determined to help you fix it.”
“There’s no chance I’m going to talk you out of this, is there.”
“Nope. Not at all,” Ginny said with a triumphant smile.
“Fine,” Hermione said as she got up and gathered her things to head to the bathroom. “I’m still mad at you for blabbing and embellishing, though.”
“Good, I deserve it, now go! I’ll get things set up in here.” Ginny said with a smile.
“For what? Or am I not allowed to ask.” Hermione eyed her cautiously.
“We’re going to tap into our inner feminine side and play makeover!” Ginny said as she held up the newest copy of Witch Weekly.
* * *
It was mid afternoon and Ron could hear the faint thumping of music coming undoubtedly from Ginny’s room below. The girls had been holed up there since Hermione left Ron’s room that morning. She didn’t even appear for lunch because Ginny made a quick run to get sandwiches and bring them back up to her room.
Ron had tried everything to distract him. He and Harry helped his mum with chores, they’d played chess, he even tried to catch up on schoolwork. Now, Ron was laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling and trying to figure out what to do next.
“Everything alright, mate?” Harry asked from his own camp bed that had a smattering of textbooks spread out on top of it. He’d gone along with whatever Ron had wanted to do so far today in hopes of keeping his spirits up. Harry had promised Ginny he’d at least try to talk to him about it.
“What? Oh, yeah, sure,” Ron said rather dejectedly.
“Doesn’t sound like it,” Harry said as he pretended to be busy with one of his textbooks.
“Why do girls have to be so complicated?” Ron blurted.
Harry chuckled. “I’ve been asking myself the same question since fourth year. You know I don’t have the answer to that one.”
“Oh please, you can have any girl you want,” Ron said.
Except I can’t, thought Harry, who was now thinking of Ginny again. “I don’t think that’d make anything easier. Look at the whole Lavender situation..” Harry planted the seed that would hopefully get Ron to continue.
“Isn’t that why I’m in this mess in the first place? That and Ginny and that stupid row.”
“Okay...but... now you’re shot of Lavender. What are you going to do about Hermione?”
“If I had an answer would I really be lying here staring at the ceiling doing nothing?” Ron asked incredulously. Harry just stared at him, waiting expectantly for him to go on. “Just when I think we might be getting somewhere she walks out. Didn’t say a single thing. So much for ‘being honest’. A lot of good that did me.” Ron sat up on the bed and rested his arms on his knees as he sat back against the wall.
“What exactly did you tell her?” Harry asked.
“She brought up inviting me to Slughorn’s party, and I told her she never actually asked me. Hey, you were in class, too! Tell me I’m remembering that correctly,” Ron pleaded.
Harry thought back to the day and remembered he was trying so hard to not pay attention, but was also trying to get their attention to snap them out of it. “Uh, yeah, she only said she was thinking of inviting you, if you were interested. And you said you were. Maybe she’s just upset she read the conversation wrong? No offense, but you two tend to do that a lot with each other.”
“So...she could just be embarrassed and not actually mad?” Ron thought out loud.
“Probably.”
“Think she’ll ever leave Ginny’s room so I can actually talk to her again?” Ron asked as his door burst open and the twins walked in. “Oi! Ever heard of knocking?” he yelled at them.
“Such a rude welcome from our little brother, don’t you think, George?” Fred said.
“I’d say so, considering we’ve come to give them information about the festivities we’ve planned for tonight,” George responded.
Ron rolled his eyes as Harry said, “What exactly have you got planned. I wasn’t aware New Year’s Eve was a special occasion.”
“Ah, but that it is, Harry! At least, that’s what our research in the muggle world is suggesting, so we’ve decided to try a few things here at home this year to hopefully use to develop a party supply subset of the wheezes products,” explained George.
“Interesting,” Harry said.
“Did you know that the muggles all around the world gather in popular destinations and party in the streets all night long to ring in the new year? It’s helped us come up with our own ideas that we’re using tonight,” Fred told them.
“Like what?” asked Ron.
“Oh, you’ll see!” Fred said excitedly.
“Wait, you’re not going to give your test subjects any information? That’s not how you did product testing with the first years at Hogwarts,” Harry said.
“None of these products are meant to cause illness or hurt anyone, Harry. Good observation, though! These are all just simple party supplies and favors to enhance the experience with a bit of magical flair.” George said.
“If you’re not going to tell us what you’ve got planned, then why are you here?” Ron was starting to get annoyed.
“Patience, Ronniekins, patience!” Fred told him. “We’re here to make sure you’re showered and well dressed for tonight.”
“Ah, yes, that’s the other piece of information we learned about muggle New Year’s parties. They like to dress up for these sorts of things,” George said.
“But our dress robes are at school,” Ron said.
“Not dress robes, Ron! Muggle clothes. And you’re in luck because Fred and I have brought you and Harry outfits for tonight. Slacks and button downs with ties,” George handed him and Harry the bags that were in his hands.
Ron looked at him skeptically. “Don’t worry, Ronnie, they’re quite normal. We haven’t done anything to them, but keep the attitude up and we will,” Fred warned.
“Er, right, thanks,” Harry interjected.
“Well, we better be off Fred,” George turned to his twin. “We’ve got to finish preparing downstairs. See you lot at dinner. Party starts at 8!” Fred and George left the room as swiftly as they’d entered.
“There you go,” said Harry to Ron. “I’m sure Hermione will have to make an appearance downstairs tonight if she doesn’t show for dinner. Please promise you’ll smooth things over somehow. I’m sick of you two fighting.”
“Sure, mate, I’ll do my best,” Ron said, if she gives me the chance to talk and doesn’t run away again.
* * *
Hermione and Ginny had spent all afternoon dancing and trying different styles out on each other’s hair. They were currently laying on Ginny’s bed browsing through different magazines while eating the dinner Ginny had snuck up once again from the kitchen. Thank goodness the twins had distracted Mrs. Weasley so Ginny was able to get away with it.
There was a knock at the door and Fleur walked in. “I ‘ave brought the dresses you are supposed to wear for tonight,” she said as she hung up two garment bags on Ginny’s armoire.
Hermione looked at Ginny. “We have to dress up?”
“Oh, yeah, the twins mentioned something about partying like the muggles to help test out some new products they made. They wanted all of us to dress up and look like we were going out even though we have to stay in.” Ginny explained to Hermione.
“It ees an interesting concept if you ask me,” said Fleur, “but I quite like what zey ‘ave picked out for us.”
“So is that what all the hairstyles were for earlier?” Hermione asked, thinking how Ginny had finally decided on a loose bun fastened at the nape of her neck, her hair in a deep part at her crown to give it a more elegant look. Hermione played with her own curls, which were softer and more tame than normal. Ginny had pulled Hermione’s hair into a side ponytail that rested over her right shoulder, with loose tendrils framing her face.
“Yes! To go along with our dresses,” Ginny smiled. “Mine’s sleeveless with a deep ‘V’ in the front and back, so that’s why the bun works.” Hermione nodded in understanding.
“Would you girls like help wiz your makeup?” Fleur asked.
Ginny, who had warmed up to Fleur considerably since the summer, immediately said, “Oh, yes please! Would you mind?” as Hermione gave a small shrug in defeat, and figured it might be fun to have an occasion to dress up. At least Ron would actually get to see her all done up this time. It was still alright to want to look good and show off, even if she was partially scared to come face to face to him after this morning, right?
Fleur went to grab her supplies and set to work on the girls when she returned. Hermione held up the mirror to examine Fleur’s work once she had finished. She was stunned looking at her own reflection. Fleur had a brilliant knack for applying the perfect amount of product that highlighted all the right features, but still looked natural. Hermione’s chestnut colored skin was flawless, and her eyes popped from the black eyeliner and mascara under the shimmery golden shadow. Her cheeks were brushed with a soft mauve color, and her lips were painted with a color similar to the blush Fleur had used on her cheeks. Nothing looked out of place.
“Hermione, you look gorgeous!” Ginny said as Fleur was working on her next. “I think it’s time you put your dress on!”
“It eez the red one,” Fleur added. Hermione walked over and unzipped both garment bags, to find a beautiful shimmery one shoulder dress the color of a deep red wine. She quickly changed into it, and did a glamour charm so her bra strap wouldn’t show. Her strapless was still at school along with the dress she’d worn to Slughorn’s party. Hermione found herself tugging at the bottom of the dress which fell at mid thigh, a little too short for her liking. Her hair fell perfectly over her bare shoulder, and she almost didn’t recognize the person staring back at her in the floor length mirror.
“If my brother doesn’t come to his senses tonight, I don’t know what I’ll do,” Ginny said as Fleur put the finishing touches on Ginny’s face.
“Oh honestly, Ginny.” Hermione said as she’d finally given up with trying to make the dress length cover more of her legs. Ginny got up to put on her shimmery emerald colored dress that matched her creamy complexion and red hair perfectly. “It’s a shame Dean isn’t here to see you, too! Fleur, thank you so much!”
“It wuz no problem. Now, I need to go get changed. I will meet you ladies back here before we make our grand entrance?” Ginny and Hermione nodded eagerly.
Ginny continued to admire herself in the dress as Hermione stepped into the nude heels that were in the bag for her. “I’m not so sure anymore about Dean, to be honest,” she said nonchalantly.
“What do you mean? You both seemed alright at Slughorn’s party,” Hermione looked concerned.
“I’m not sure. It’s been fun, but I just don’t see it going anywhere long term.”
“Is this about what I think it is?” Hermione cocked an eyebrow at Ginny.
“What? No, of course not! I’m over him..” Ginny said as she bit her lower lip, her tell tale sign that she was lying.
“Ginny!” Hermione hissed. “You still have feelings for Harry, don’t you?”
“SHHH! Hermione, not so loud!” Ginny said as Hermione waited for her to continue. “He’s just been so different lately, in a good way! Like, he notices me more for me, and not just as Ron’s little sister. I can’t explain it, but something’s different and it just- it’s giving me hope.”
“And you’re hoping you in that dress might get you some answers tonight?” Hermione asked as Ginny gave an innocent smile.
“We’re meant to have fun tonight! And stop turning the tables onto me. Tonight’s mission is to get things sorted with you and Ron. No more distractions!”
Hermione rolled her eyes as Fleur reappeared. “Ready, ladies?” It was time for the big reveal.
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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 33 full draft
Keith wasn’t sure Lance had slept that well as he’d woken to find himself alone in the bed. The room didn’t feel like his, the scents unfamiliar and there were no photos of him and Lance to wake up to. That was nearly as bad as waking up disoriented then realising he didn’t have the real Lance by his side. His husband had been in the bath as he’d changed and got ready for bed. Sleep hadn’t come that easy for him, even once Lance had joined him. The sheets were wrong. Too itchy and stiff... lacking in the softness and weight he’d grown used to when sharing a bed with Lance. Lance had the best blankets. He also had the best cuddles, and Keith was suffering from a distinct lack of husband cuddles given his husband wasn’t there to cuddle. His world wasn’t right as he climbed from bed, feeling annoyed with himself for not noticing Lance sliding out without him. Though, that was semi-normal now... unfortunately... Still, to put a positive on it all, with his baby bump, there was more of Lance to cuddle. His husband was adorably overreacting to his stomach size. Sure, Lance wasn’t exactly small, and that may have been attributed to the fact their children carried Galra blood, but if his husband tried, he could see his “missing” feet. Assuming Lance was in the bathroom, Keith knocked softly, counting to 30 mentally before opening the door to find the space devoid of his husband. Swearing softly, he pushed himself back off the doorframe “Lance?!” There wasn’t a whole lot of places his husband could be. The room they were in was smaller than his own. There were only a limited amount of places his husband could hide, and if not the bathroom, then there was just the wardrobe left. His new suit hanging proudly off the open door. Keeping his steps light, Keith crept over to the wardrobe. This wouldn’t have been the first time Lance had sought out a small and enclosed space as he didn’t feel safe. Opening the door with a nudge of his foot, he’d been right in his second guesstimate correct. Sitting up with his back against the wardrobe side, Lance gripped one of his blades. Between his outstretched legs, Kosmo was laying with his head resting on Lance’s stomach. The pair barely fitted in the enclosed space, the wardrobe not made for a sleeping Lance, let alone a sleeping Lance and a husband kidnapping cosmic wolf. Tugging the blade from Lance’s hand, his husband jolted awake, the blade nicking the top of Keith’s middle finger as Lance shrank back. The sharp narrowing of his eyes that of a predator readying to strike rather than of simple confusion upon awakening “Lance. Hey, it’s me, Keith... You’re safe. We’re in the spare room. It’s me, you and Kosmo. You’re safe” Keith sighed to himself as Lance let him take the blade from his hand. He missed the days when all he had to worry about was Lance being armed with a blaster. A blaster had more places for him to grasp that were less likely to end up with his fingers, or hands, cut in the process. Not that he couldn’t handle a little cut. “What are you doing?” Tilting his head slightly, Keith made a show of groaning as he stood and stretched, treasure trail peaking out between his sweats and shirt as his back cracked “I had a quiznakking awful sleep, then woke to find you gone. I checked the bathroom, then I checked here. I didn’t want to send the whole palace after you, if you weren’t actually missing... I mean, I would, but I was trying to think of your feelings... Lance would have been pissed as hell if Keith had sent the whole palace after him. Again, he would have been accused of not trusting the man he loved. There had been a rising panic when Lance wasn’t in the bathroom, yet he’d remained calm enough to remember that his husband had done this before “I think the more important question is what you are doing here? You can’t be comfortable” “I couldn’t sleep... the room isn’t right” Keith understood that. There were few and far between places that Lance did feel safe. Quiznak, he was used to palace life and this room still managed to throw him off “Then why didn’t you wake me?” “I didn’t want to be annoying...” His husband was an idiot. Maybe Lance was still pissed at him...? He was best to play it slowly, calmly and not call Lance an idiot when he so clearly wasn’t ok with the sleeping arrangements, despite having Kosmo close at hand. If they hadn’t been fighting the previous night, then maybe he would have had the better idea of sleeping on the ship “You’re not annoying. Did you sleep at all?” “A varga... maybe two... in here. Didn’t trust out there...” “Babe... you need rest” “I can’t sleep here! I tried. I tried and it didn’t work. I can’t do it anymore” Keith wasn’t sure how to interpret “anymore”. There was no “anymore” about it. Krolia had said it was overnight, did his husband mean that because he hadn’t slept well, he was scared that Keith was going to force him to spend the whole day in the room he was so clearly uncomfortable in? That seemed like a quiznakking dick move to him “Mum said it was overnight. It’s been a whole night now. We can go back to my room...” Lance shook his head, tugging on the sleeves of his shirt as he did “Krolia hasn’t told us it’s ok to leave. We can’t leave until she does” “Then sleep while we wait. I’ll stay awake. I’ll make sure no one touches you. You need rest” “What I need is to stop being this thing!” Snapping at him, Lance followed it up with a sad sigh “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that... you don’t deserve it. I’m the one with the issues. Just close the door and forget I’m here...” “Not happening” Keith didn’t think through this whole “lifting” thing until Lance was half off the ground and he was realising that he had to pee. Straining under the awkwardness off getting his husband out the wardrobe did nothing to help his situation. Abandoning carrying him for propping him up, Keith supported Lance over to the bed where he pushed his husband down. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, Lance’s legs hanging off the side of the bed, as he gazed up at him in confusion “Stay right here. I’ll be right back” “Where are you going?” “The bathroom. Just stay right there” “I don’t...” “Babe, two ticks and then we’ll head back to our room” “I don’t feel good” “Let me pee and I’ll we’ll get you all fixed up better” Two tick turned out to be a lie. Keith had tried to keep things as fast as he could... but being cursed with dick meant trying to pee with morning wood... that wasn’t fun... and slowed him significantly. By the time he’d cleaned up where he’d managed to pee on his feet, something that absolutely didn’t happen and never needed to be mentioned, and headed back out, Lance was curled on his side around Kosmo. Their fur son between him and the door, as if Kosmo was his shield against everything he didn’t want to deal with. With it easier to climb across the bed to reach Lance, than it was to walk around, Keith padded over softly then proceeded to do just that. Waiting for Krolia wasn’t going to happen. Lance wasn’t comfortable, he could taste it in the air that his husband was only growing steadily more distressed now he out the wardrobe “Babe, you ready to go?” Laying his hand on Lance’s head, Lance jerked away with a growl. Kosmo head butting the Cuban in the chin, as he tried to look of his shoulder at his human. Rubbing at the spot, his husband relaxed into holding Kosmo again. His face hidden against Kosmo’s thick blue fur “Shit... Sorry. Yeah. Yeah. Please... I can’t stay in here... I can’t... I don’t feel good... I don’t think I can wait for mum...” “That’s because you stayed up all night instead of letting me take care of you” “You needed sleep... I couldn’t sleep...” “I didn’t sleep that well” “I know...” Keith gave Lance a small smile before realising he couldn’t see it. Stupid husband stealing cosmic wolves “Babe, where you watching me sleep?” “Couldn’t... couldn’t calm down...” “Did you try that stuff... that bath stuff?” “It made me itchy” And here he’d hoped his mother would be right. That it’d soothe Lance enough for him to sleep. He’d gotten pretty good at falling asleep... and yet the night he most needed sleep... They were lucky they had the whole day for Lance to sleep. All Keith really had to do was make an appearance at the mid-morning coalition meeting “Ok. I know you don’t feel good, but can you walk or do you want Kosmo to help?” “I don’t know... I’m sorry... I’m so stupid... Klearo should have killed me...” “No! No... Babe... Quiznak. Don’t ever say that. Life’s gotten better, hasn’t it? I, mean... I know I hurt you yesterday. I know I’ve probably fucked up a million times, but... it’s better than it was, isn’t it?” “You’re good... too good for me...” Prying Lance off Kosmo, Keith pulled him between his legs. Lance’s side against his chest as he cradled his husband close “No, babe. No, I’m not. I’m struggling and trying... but you... you’re the good one. You’re the one who’s always had my back. My stability through everything has always been you. I lost my head yesterday, and I wish I’d never said any of it. I took my bad mood out on you, when you were trying to do something positive. I’m going to have Kosmo take us back to our room, where you’re going to rest. Everything will seem better with some sleep... I promise” “I feel so shitty” “I don’t know. I thought you feel kind of perfect up against me like this” “I can’t... not right now” “Shhh. I’m not asking for anything, ok. Kosmo, come here...” Entwining Lance’s fingers in Kosmo’s fur, Keith made sure Lance was firmly against him. “Kosmo, take us back to my room” Lance went into panic mode. Trying to fight him as Kosmo made the trip on far too many bursts. Training had increased the distance that they could travel, yet the silly mutt didn’t know his way around the palace. They were lucky not to teleport into some dignitaries breakfast, as the popped from room to room until Kosmo finally got it right. Travelling by Kosmo was meant to be the less taxing way to get his husband back to where he felt safe, though they both felt violated by the listening devices, Lance associated his room with him and safety. Confused and inundated by strange scents, his husband’s first act upon finally coming to a stop was to throw a punch, trip, half fall on his good knee, fight Keith’s hand, then panic so hard that he scream for “Klearo to release him”. This was then followed by Lance throwing up and passing out against Keith’s shoulder. Kosmo, for his part, looked remorseful. With his head hung, he slowly walked over to his bed, curling up and facing the wall in some kind of “time out”. Getting Lance back up, his husband remained unconscious as he carried him to the bathroom. What a quiznakkingly shit way to start the day. Getting Lance clean, he found scratch marks on his husband’s inner thighs and along the base of his stomach. The skin an angry welted mess that couldn’t have been comfortable at all for him. Without knowing how to treat it, Keith figured it was best to simply ensure the area was completely clean and patted dry before putting his husband to bed in just a shirt, so he’d have some form of modesty. The mess left in the bathroom only added to Keith’s forming headache. He was sick to death of the cast on Lance’s leg. They’d originally planned to be coming back this morning, that way Lance would only be getting through one day of navigating the palace on crutches, then into the pod the following day. Knowing how his husband loathed being placed in a pod to begin it, it was highly tempting to place him in now and let miss all the stress of the Gala that night... only, he was selfish. Keith had been to many of these formal coalition events, and each time, he felt significantly inferior to everyone there. He wanted the support of his husband, over this award he still didn’t want. When he stood up on the stage to make his speech, he wanted to know Lance was supporting him in the crowd, and that moment he stepped down from the unwanted attention, that his husband’s welcoming arms would there to catch him. Yet thanks to his attitude and that bogus article, Lance was trapped in a waking hell. Klearo popping up like the unwanted turd he was. Forcing himself away from Lance, Keith showered, then mentally flipped the world off as he climbed into bed to cuddle his husband. When he found whoever had planted the listening bugs, he hoped his mother would leave him with them long enough to castrate them for upsetting Lance. * Lance was sleeping fitfully as Keith watched over him. His husband didn’t want to be touched, yet whined for him if he moved that fraction too far away. Holding hands was the limit of Lance’s tolerance for touch, Keith elbowed for being too cuddly. Though more settled in their room than they had been in the visitor’s room, their room was now tainted by the scents of the blade members who’d been in and out of their personal space. Keith’s instincts hated it. Hated them. His husband wasn’t supposed to be surrounded by the scents of others, not when he was Keith’s. Lance should smell of him, and only of him. They’d been like this for the last varga or so, so when Krolia came knocking, Keith could only shove down his misdirected anger as his mother shuffled in. Sitting on his side of the bed, his usual side as Lance’s side was always the side closest to the bathroom, his mother seemed to understand that she needed to keep it down for Lance’s sake. Despite it being rude, Keith remained with his back towards her, not wanting to move incase he woke his sleeping lover “Rough night?” “He was too unsettled to sleep. This article thing has messed him up... and I said something that I never should have yesterday...” “I’m shocked. Never have you put your foot in it before” “Mum, this isn’t... this isn’t something I can laugh off” “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think” “I screamed at him. Made him think he was a whore. He refused to let me touch him because all that stuff was brought up again. He was wishing Klearo had killed him again. If you can laugh that off, you can get out” “I don’t think I know what to say. No wonder he didn’t look well last night” “He’s feeling worse this morning. He’s scratched himself raw from using that bath stuff last night. He didn’t sleep because his instincts didn’t let him. Kosmo couldn’t teleport us straight back here. He’s had everything go wrong apart from a seizure. Something I’m not completely sure isn’t going to happen. Do you know where I found him sleeping, in the wardrobe of that room because he didn’t feel safe. He wanted to stay there and wait for you to approve us leaving, but he’d stressed himself to the point of a breakdown” “Then I guess I can’t ask you to wake him up. We need to have a little chat” “I’m not waking him up” Keith’s voice was firm, a tad too loud for Lance’s liking as he whimpered in his sleep “He’s not well mum. The only reason he’s not in a pod now is because he’s so scared of them. He’d never forgive me if he missed tonight’s Gala. The Gala that he doesn’t even want to go to but is going because he wants to support me” Krolia took a deep breath, Keith’s heart sinking at the sound. Good news would be good right about now “About that... I talked to Shiro this morning. The original article has been taken down, and while you both did warn that something like this may happen, now that it has, there are a few dignitaries concerned that aspects of the article are true. Namely the manner in which Lance dispatched Klearo, after being in a romantic relationship with him. We have assured them that was not the case, and that Klearo’s death was on account of buying a small child whom he planned to molest. We have spoken with a few of our closer allies, who will watch over him tonight...” “Absolutely not!” Keith was revolted. His scent shifting so strongly that Lance tore his hand away “You haven’t heard the plan...” “I’ve heard enough. You want Lance to suffer the Gala alone so you can see who approaches him. You know he’s not coping. How do you know that no one’s going to fucking hurt him?” “Because he won’t be alone. Not the whole night. He will appear on your arm. Both of you accompanying Kolivan and I. Your team of recruits will be watching him whilst you receive your awards. We have determined that that is the most likely time they will act, if anyone does act” “Then let him take kosmo. He feels better when he’s with Kosmo. Kosmo knows when he’s about to have a seizure, or when a panic attack is forming. He knows when to take Lance out of a situation. He knows who’s friend and foe” “We can’t risk having Kosmo attack someone again. We were lucky that Curtis was understanding enough to accept he was trying to protect Lance, without knowing the full details of the situation” “I don’t want him alone” “He won’t be. This is why I was hoping to have a talk with him” Keith was scowling. Lance’s brow was drawn as if his husband could see his expression “You know full well that he’d go along with any plan if he thought it’d help you” “I do. I also want him prepared on the off chance something happens” If his mother wasn’t going to step up and protect her son-in-law, then Lance needed an edge “Then give him a weapon” Weapons were strictly banned at coalition events. With the mistrust still held when it came to the Galra, it was unlikely that security would be carrying anything more powerful then a stun blaster “You know the rule” “He has a Blade. He usually keeps one in each boot. It’s only about as long as his hand” Krolia sighed, Keith feeling his heart lift. It was her “sigh of consideration”, after all. Keeping him hanging for a several long ticks, she finally answered “One blade. Have him wear it up his left sleeve. I also want you both on your best behaviour. We need to regain the confidence of the coalition” “Someone in the coalition is responsible for those devices” “And until we know who it was, we need to err on the side of caution” “This is ridiculous. You had to know who placed them by now” “The devices had been wiped clean physically. There was nothing gandered once the devices were opened and confirmed to have been repurposed by rebel forces at some point. The scrambler has been modified against our systems, leaving us unable to trace where the data output went or when it started transmitting for that matter. Micro DNA particles, from both you and Lance, were discovered yet we know you’re not to blame for the installation” “How do you know that?” “Because you and Lance said as much. I trust your words” Keith could have hugged his mother out of appreciation for the woman. Sure, her belief in them made it hard for him to be mad at her. Part of him still was, yet that may be his own anger at himself bleeding over and stripping him of reason... No. No. His instincts kicking in to remind him that his husband would be mostly alone at the Gala as bait for a trap that could potentially cost him his life, all for the sake of the coalition that he really didn’t want much of anything to do with... A coalition that wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for Lance, to begin with. “Before you ask, Hunk and Pidge will be on stage when you receive your awards. After the meal prepared following Hunk’s instructions last night, the coalition wants to give him an honourable mention. Pidge will be up there to assist with Shiro handing you your awards” “Wait. No one told me about that” “That’s why it’s a surprise. The coalition has a lot of faith in him. He’s seen as a beacon of hope for many” Gazing at his husband’s face, there was no one who deserved to be recognised more for his actions than Lance did... “I don’t think he should go tonight. He’s going to worry himself sick when he sees everyone else up there” “Lance declined accepting any kind of award” “That’s not it. Last night was awkward. Hunk and Shay both walked out when they heard Lance was pregnant. Pidge wanted to experiment on him. Veronica... was angry, though that seems to be her default mood. Now we’re all going to be up there, being recognised for our hard work, when I’ve hurt him so badly while carrying out my duties. He let it go on for phoebs, mum. He let himself hurt and be hurt for phoebs. He’s the one who deserves the recognition. He deserves someone to stand up and point out all the good he’s done in his sector of space... It isn’t fair. They tortured him... they fucking broke him, and tonight I have to get a medal for everything that’s left him hating himself. I have to smile and pretend that my husband isn’t permanently brain damaged because of the coalition. That he didn’t die. That he hasn’t tried to kill himself because we all left him behind and basked in the limelight. He used to live these kinds of things... And it’s not fair...” “I know it’s not. You made that very clear to me already. I don’t agree with being award a medal relating to what happened with the Alteans, yet I agree that you should be recognised for your humanitarian work...” “That nearly destroyed our marriage. He’s been in the middle of a major depressive episode for 6 phoebs. Half a deca-phoeb. That’s... I don’t know how he still functions when he carries so much pain. I love him. I love him and I’m sick of the past fucking with this. I don’t know if I can do this” “You can and you will, because you want the same thing we all do. For the war and fighting to end. I need to head off, Kolivan is waiting for me. We’re having a late breakfast as we were too busy this morning. I’ll send someone to collect you soon. You’re still required to attend the coalition meet and greet this morning. It’s semi-Casual, so wear a nice long sleeved shirt and black pants. Your normal boots are acceptable. Bring your normal comms. If Lance wakes up before you go, bring him if he feels up to. If he doesn’t, let him rest” Lance was staying where he was safe. Where Keith knew where he was, and where Kosmo would attack anyone who dared come too close “I’m not taking him so he can be laughed at” “No one’s laughing, Keith. I’ll see you soon. If Lance wakes, let him know what’s going on, also... I think I have something more suitable for him to wear tonight. I’ll help him dress before the Gala” “I can dress him... I mean, he has suitable clothes already” “Maybe I’d like to spend some time with him?” Lance would damn near have a stroke at the prospect of being alone with Krolia “He’s anxious enough as it is” Krolia laughed, climbing off the bed and heading towards the bathroom as she did “Relax. I’m not taking him away or telling him off, I’m going to talk to him about pregnancy things. I want him to be able to talk to me, and if we wind up being slightly pampered in the process, all the better for us” “I don’t want you telling him about this plan of yours” “Lance and I will discuss it, after you have discussed it with him. I want him to feel safe here” “So safe you’re using him as a pawn” “To apprehend those who’d want him harmed. You need to remember Keith, that an attack on him, is an attack on our family. Not just because he is carrying my grandchildren. I do care for him” “Sometimes I think you care about him more than me” There was no bitterness in Keith’s voice, his gaze at his husband soft and loving. He wanted to reach out tuck his husbands soft brown locks behind his ear, yet didn’t want to startle him, leaving him with the only option to watch over the object of his affection “I do have a certain soft spot for him, but you are my son by blood. Now let me go pee already. This is one thing I didn’t miss” Once again, Keith was infinitely grateful that he hasn’t wasn’t the one carrying. He wasn’t sure he could go through everything Lance had, without being a crying mess in the corner. Nor did he have the patience for this peeing business... If it’d been him, he would have noped the fuck out already. * Spending the day sleeping, Lance didn’t feel refreshed when he was woken by Keith three vargas before the Gala was to begin. He found himself unable to stop jumping at every small noise or simple movement from his husband. Klearo’s face had haunted his dreams. His ex-employer gurgling as he choked to death on his own blood, vowing to take away all Lance loved. From there his dreams morphed into visions of Keith leaving, or dying. Both left him feeling raw. Watching his husband discard him now that he’d gotten what he’d wanted from him, their twins, cut deeper and stung harder than any form of torture he’d been through. Holding Keith tight, his husband was forced to baby him through getting up and getting ready, as Krolia wanted to talk with him before the Gala. His mental upset and physical need for Keith’s company, resulted in a varga long shower as he sought out physical comfort to soothe his pain. He hadn’t particularly been in the mood for sex, but once Keith’s fingers skimmed across his flesh, he wanted his husband to burn himself to the very depths of his soul. He wanted to Keith to chase away the demons, and to not be reminded of the wound that he still carried. It was hard and it was filthy. Keith had tried to be soft with him. His husband washing his hair and body with such kindness, he could have cried. Peppered kisses rained down on his face as Lance apologised repeatedly for his past, and Keith apologised for losing his head to his instincts. Wrung dry by his husband’s lips, Lance lost himself in the sensation of the moment. Keith then pinning him up against the shower wall, riding him hard until everything blurred together and his pain was washed down the drain like the remnants of their passion. He didn’t want to fall into old habits. He didn’t want to continuously be forced back to those dark places that that man’s name forced him to go. He didn’t want to be trapped feeling worthless and dirty, not when Keith had lashed out so stupidly. Tired and sore in all the right, and wrong, places, Keith helped him dress. His husband sitting him on the edge of the bed. Starting by towelling his hair, Keith started with the rain of kisses again, playing hard to get when Lance started kissing his way up Keith’s abs... It wasn’t until he was dried off and wearing what he usually wore for pyjamas that Keith filled him in on Krolia’s plans, and that she wanted to spend a little time with him. His instincts instantly flared, screaming at him that he wouldn’t be safe if he wasn’t by Keith’s side. But there was no way he could say that. That would be like telling his husband that he didn’t trust Krolia. He did. And though pampering sounded nice, he wanted to be there for Keith because he knew his husband would be struggling with making an appearance at the Gala. The fact that Shay and Pidge hadn’t visited him was background noise compared to how deeply he wanted for the night to go off without a hitch for Keith’s sake. It would have been better if he could have taken Kosmo as his plus one, yet Krolia had already vetoed the idea before it’d even got off the ground. Wanting to reassure him, Keith made a show of getting dressed slowly in his suit. Keith had only grown sexier with age... unlike him who... was wearing his pyjamas and trying not to cry because his husband was too hot... The suit doing all kinds of things to him that he didn’t need going on when Krolia would be there at any tick. Running his hands over his stomach, Keith caught sight of the action, for a man who could walk any international catwalk and steal the show, he was completely whipped over the twins. Keith wasn’t allowed to come with them when Krolia whisked him away. Opting for limping, over his crutches, Krolia kept her pace slow. The cast on his leg may only be a few millimeters thick, thanks to the wonders of technology, but his hips were sore from having his leg in a constantly straight position. That and all the weight he felt he was carrying in his lower back. Accepting that he was doomed to awkward small talk for the duration of their walk, Lance was too nervous to keen up with the conversation. He wanted to go back to Keith. There were too many Galra scents, with none of them the right one. The only scent from his husband he had close was Keith’s remaining scent on his body and clothes. It was enough to make him wish he’d stolen one of his husband’s jackets, or let Keith do that weird thing where he rubbed his wrists against his neck... anything to remind him of that safety Keith gave. Krolia and Kolivan’s room was not what he expected. The space was a miniature apartment of their own. Maybe not miniature, yet completely self contained. The first room they entered was office like. Books, charts, maps, holopads and other Blade related items sat across the desks on both sides of the room. To the left was a closed door, to the right the door was open, the far wall also contained a door, yet it wasn’t until Lance was being led towards the open door this eyes caught it. To him it felt as if he was invading their space. He and Keith, what their room was to them, that was what he felt was invading as he stepped into Krolia and Kolivan’s quarters. The room wasn’t a bedroom, but another office space, more like an informal sitting room, though the elegance of the space was way too rich for his tastes. He’d grown up in Cuba, making so with what they had. Now he felt himself shrinking in as he tried not to mess up the place with his mere presence. “You can relax. Kolivan is over seeing the Gala preparations” “Uh...” Squeaking, Lance kicked himself. The Cuban wasn’t sure if that made it all better or worse... or more like the start of a bad joke... “Lance, can I ask you a question? Do you dislike me?” Lance’s eyes widened, his heart thudding hard in his chest. Dislike Krolia!? What! No. No he didn’t. Dislike her... Did she think he hated her? He didn’t. He was... anxious... but he... His anxieties are were causing Krolia pain... “No... No, I don’t dislike you” Mumbling, his eyes filled with tears “You never seem comfortable when I’m around... I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable” “You don’t!...” Clenching his fists, he yelled the words... Then blushed hard as he continued quietly “... You. I don’t dislike you. I’m... I’m scared of you...” Krolia laughed, waddling past him, she sat herself down on a plush chaise. Her hands on her stomach as she gave him a crooked smile “You’re scared of me? I don’t know if I should be flattered or not. Lance, I mean you no harm” “I know that... I know and I’m sorry... It’s not... I don’t... You’re a total bad arse. You’re... You’re amazing. You’re amazing, and strong, and I’m... I’m nothing... I’m scared one day you’re going to see how bad I am for Keith...” Swaying on his feet, Krolia was up and by his side before he could fall. Guiding him to sit on the chaise beside her “I love him more than anything, but I’m this. I don’t know what I am. I don’t know Allura did to me... I’m not supposed to be like this, Krolia. You know what human males are like. I hate this. I hate pulling his moods down. I hate not knowing what I can say or do. I hate him always looking after me. I can’t... I can’t control myself like I used to. I don’t care if it’s brain damage, I should be better than this. I fought and trained and it was never ever enough. I never should have been the Blue Paladin. Can you imagine how much better things would have been if it’d been you? How much stronger Voltron would have been from the start. I hate being scared over stupid things. Pointless things. I should know that this place is safe. I should know that I’m not about to be attacked here. I hate that I can’t forget. I don’t want him being dragged into a bad situation because of me, Krolia. Not again... I’m sorry. I don’t hate you. I never hated you... I just... don’t want you to see me for me. I’m not good enough for him, Krolia... I’m not. That article proves it... Everyone saw that. Everyone thinks... He thought it was true... He asked me if the twins were Shiro’s” Groaning a groan he’d heard far too many times from his mother whenever they’d done something she didn’t approve of, Krolia awkwardly hugged him. His stomach was in the way, her stomach was in the way, he didn’t want to be hugged and Lance wasn’t sure why she’d want to. He felt as awkward as he’d felt in the hallway, then twice as awkward as he’d felt when he stepped into Krolia and Kolivan’s lives. Given no one was about to let him go back to his outpost where he belonged, he tried his damn hardest not to flinch when Krolia kissed his hair. Her breath across his ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across his arms. Swallowing hard, Lance stayed as still as he could “Lance, I would like to sincerely apologise for my stupid son. Keith doesn’t excel under social pressures, nor does he excel at letting you out of his sight” “No... He doesn’t... I’m sorry. I respect you. I respect you so much I don’t know what to say. I promise you, I love him” “Lance, I know you love him. I know you’re as crazy about my son, as he is about you. Now, I have a question. Can you swear those things you’ve done, that you regret, that you won’t do them again?” He’d already fucked that up. He’d relapsed. He hadn’t been smart or safe with some of his decisions... “I can’t promise... something I’ve already broken” “See, if you’d lied, then we might have had a problem. We all make mistakes. Some mistakes we make over and over, hoping things might be different, but you need to remember that no one is perfect. Keith isn’t perfect. Yet all those things you hate, you love about him. All those times he’s been an idiot and you could have killed him for it, you still love him, because you accept his imperfections. You’re still young. You’re allowed to make mistakes. You’re allowed to mess up” “When I mess up, people die” “And people die even when things go according to plan. You’re a brave man. A brave, smart, talented young man. You suffered for so many years because you care so much for everyone you. You say you respect me, but I respect you too, Lance. I saw Keith’s memories. I saw the way you worked so hard to be better. I saw how hard my idiot son was falling for you, without saying anything at all. Keith loves you. Whatever you’ve been through, he loved you before all of it. Don’t forget that” “I’m scared he loved me before, but only holds onto me because he still sees me as the same person I used to be, not who I am now” “He’s an idiot, but he’s always seen you. Now, I was hoping you wouldn’t shower before coming. I’d planned to pamper both of us. I think we deserve it. The men in our lives... they do try their best, yet... they don’t quite understand how miserable you can feel when you’re pregnant” “You... get that way too?” Krolia squeezed him tight, then released him “Oh boy. Kolivan could tell you tales that would turn your hair white. I was craving salt, and he ate the last of my potato chips. He ended up pinned to the wall with my blade until I could be bothered forgiving him” Lance snorted as he wiped at his face. There was no way that goo loving Kolivan would be eating an Earth junk food “That didn’t happen” “No. In my head it did. He tried to apologise, but you know what it’s like when you’re really looking forward to something, only to find it gone. I didn’t forgive him until he had a crate sent from Earth” “Kolivan did that?” “Don’t tell him, but I watched the call security footage. His embarrassment was enough for me to forgive him. The potato chips were an added bonus. He’s so excited about this baby” “Forgive me, but I haven’t seen a whole lot of... facial expressions from him” “Kolivan can be very expressive” “Ew!!! Mumma K! No!” Shoving Krolia’s shoulder lightly, Krolia laughed him off. He didn’t need to know about his husband’s mother’s sex life “Mumma K is new. I like it. I want you to know you can talk to me, Lance. About Keith. About this pregnancy. All of it. I’m grateful to you, and your family. He’s been through so much hurt, yet, Miriam accepted him so easily. You’re good for him. And these twins, you’re going to be great fathers” “I don’t know if I am. He’s so happy, and I’m... I’m not. Everything hurts. I keep throwing up. My gums feel like their stuffed full of toothpicks. My stomach hurts and I’m tired... like all the quiznakking time” “Yep. That sounds about right” “Does it get better?” Krolia kissed his forehead “When you hold your baby for the first time, everything else fades away. Now come with me, I’ve got a surprise for you... after I go to the bathroom again” Krolia’s surprise was twin massage tables in her and Kolivan’s room. Lance wasn’t sure at first, but being told he could keep his clothes on had him caving. Keith would massage his whole body down if he asked. He knew he would. But that would be making work for his husband, so that was why he was almost always the one offering. That, and he loved the way Keith’s skin felt under his fingers. He loved the way his husband dropped his guard and turned into a great big lump of... relaxation? As if he was a cat high on catnip. Massaged within an inch of his, in the best possible way, that wasn’t the end of Krolia’s pampering. Both of them being manicured and pedicured, while face masked. Lately his skin had been feeling on the greasy side, and with his depression, self care had felt too much effort... and like an undeserved treat. As they were pampered, Lance finally got up his courage, asking Krolia to explain Galra pregnancies to him. Keith had been robbed of any kind of traditions on his mother’s side of the family, he wanted to understand so he could teach his husband. He wanted to show him that he cared and respected his culture and heritage, as Keith did his. Not realising that the Gala reception has started, and that both Keith and Kolivan were waiting for them, Krolia sprung one final surprise on him. Coming out from washing off his face mask and peeing, something he’d been dying to do since before his feet went into the foot spa, both of them were sat in front Krolia’s massive table. The mirror and the lights looked like something that came out of a movie. Ashamed of how eager he looked, his mood fell. Krolia reaching over to take his hand “If this is too much, you don’t have to worry about offending my feelings. On Altea, Keith mentioned how you wanted to have your hair cut. I’ve been keeping it in the back of my mind since. I don’t have anyone to do these things with. Acxa... She’s like the daughter I never had, yet she refuses anything more than a manicure. It’s nice to have someone who appreciates these things, and have someone to talk to” “You’re so bad arse, that I didn’t think you’d be into these kinds of things...” “You know as well as I do, that we deserve some rest after all we’ve done. Besides, image and appearance is important to the coalition. They’re paying the bill” Lance wrinkled his nose in distaste “I don’t want anything to do with them” “No, but they owe you far more than one day of pampering” “They turned their backs on me...” Lance was well aware how pouty he sounded. The coalition could waste all its money on him as far as he was concerned... or even better, gift it to him so he could regift it into something tangible for those with nothing. Great. Now he was feeling guilty thinking of those still in poverty while he was being pampered “It’s their loss. I saw the plan you had for that training exercise. It was well thought through. There were some aspects that could have been improved upon, but I could see how it was all meant to come together. Personal skills and pride are important, yet so is knowing when to admit you need help. You have more talent that you for bringing people together, and keeping them together” Lance blushed. Krolia was exactly the woman he thought she was, an amazing badarse “Uh... thanks. You too...” “Good. Now let’s keep them waiting a little longer. We still need to get dressed” “Keith mentioned you had something for me to wear. You’re not going to send me out in Galra pyjamas or something? Or some kind of robe that is really night wear?” “No! Though it is somewhat tempting... I wish I’d thought of that sooner” Lance rolled his eyes “Admit it. You thought of it” Bringing her thumb and middle finger together on her right hand, Krolia smiled “Maybe a little bit. His father wouldn’t have been amused if I’d played a prank on his son-in-law” Lance swallowed hard at the mention of Keith’s father. Despite the man being long gone, he still remanded very much in Keith’s mind “Would he have liked me? At the shack, Keith had a few moments where things were hard for him. Having the memories of him and his father, as well as him and I. It hit him hard. I didn’t know what to say. I’m sure he would have been proud of the man Keith has become” “I’m certain he would have, and he would have proud as hell of the man that Keith has become” Nodding to himself, a thought came to mind. A selfish thought that might hurt Krolia, causing her to hate him... A selfish thought had formed all because of her “In that case, I need to ask a favour...”
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"Lance! Oh my, what happened to you? And is that a black eye?"
Grinning at Allura, Lance couldn't help himself. He'd honestly dreaded coming to the Galra Headquarters, and he'd hated being separated from Allura, but... quiznak, it'd been an awesome day
"Oh... maybe. Pidge reprogrammed the sentry Lotor left us with..."
Elbowing Pidge, the female alpha nodded
"He was so brave..."
Sniffling, Hunk wiped at his eyes
"A true hero"
Allura still didn't look too pleased that Lance was littered in bruises, but he'd been very careful not to let anything it his stomach
"I'm not sure I understand, but I'm relieved everything turned out alright. Lotor and I made some discoveries of our own"
He didn't like the sound of that. Lotor was bad news, and his smile finally dropped a little
"You and Lotor?"
"Yes. He'll be joining us on the castle tomorrow to go through the finer details, but if this pans out, it'll be an amazing opportunity and a huge step towards peace"
There she went again, back on her peace campaign... Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't blinded by that desire... kind of like him when it came to Keith...
No. He wasn't going there. He was finally happy, he deserved to this happiness.
Returning to the castle, he should have expected Allura to pull him aside. Walking up to the bridge, his friend excused themselves along the way, until it was just Lance, Allura and Coran left. The moment they were safely inside the room, Allura let out a huge sigh, clearly preparing to launch into lecture mode
"Lance, are you really alright? I can't believe you. What if the pups... no, just are you sure you're alright?"
"Allura, I'm fine. My stomach didn't get hit at all, and I really did have a lot fun with Pidge and Hunk"
"But your eye"
"Was my own fault. Allura, I really needed today... especially after what happened yesterday. It makes me feel better about calling Keith"
Nodding her head, Allura's eyes were still wide with worry
"I'm sorry Lance. I just felt like my heart had stopped for moment when I saw your face"
Was his face really that bad? It didn't feel that bad, and the times he'd caught his reflection in the glass of the Galra ship, it hadn't looked so bad
"How badly would Keith freak out?"
Allura looked to Coran, who looked just as confused by his question
"On a scale of one to ten, how badly would Keith freak out over my face?"
"A ten. Definitely a ten"
"Coran!"
"This is Keith. If Lance so much as sneezes, Keith worries"
He was going to video call his boyfriend, but if his face was going to cause Keith to worry instead of listening to what he needed to tell him, then he wasn't going to risk it. Letting out a soft whine, Lance looked to his feet
"I didn't think it was that bad..."
"I didn't mean to upset you"
"I know. It's just... Allura, we really did have so much fun... I guess maybe I over did it a bit, but I didn't feel sick once and I might have carried gotten carried away, but I..."
"You can't just think of yourself anymore Lance. I know you're finding it hard because Keith doesn't know, but I care about you and about these pups. I would hate for something to happen when it could have been avoided"
Biting his lip, Lance's hands moved to his stomach. He could feel his mood dropping with every tick that passed, and didn't want to be a sobbing mess when he talked to his boyfriend. Even if he chickened out again, he still wanted to at least talk to Keith without him worrying or asking a million questions
"Can we call Keith now?"
"Would you like us to stay?"
"Are you going to make me tell him about getting hurt?"
"I'm not going to make you tell him anything"
"Ok..."
Moving to his control desk, Coran quickly pulled up the screens, before looking to Lance for permission. Nodding his head, the omega took a deep breath, and waited for the outgoing call to be connected. It seemed to take a small eternity before Keith's voice came through, and Lance's heart did this weird kind of skip that almost felt like a flutter. Quiznak. He had it so pathetically bad for Keith
"Lance?"
"Keith! Um... how are you?"
How are you? Seriously? Tugging on the edge of his shirt, his heart was racing with nerves. What should he say? Should he tell them they were at the Galra Headquarters? Oh, but someone from the Blade of Marmora might have already filled him in...
"Sorry. This isn't really a good time, I'm kind of busy right now"
Oh. Right. Just because he was safe, didn't mean Keith was
"Oh. Are you on a mission?"
"No. Not really. Look, is there something you need?"
Hearing a female voice in the background, Lance felt like he'd punched in the chest. Keith swore he wouldn't cheat... It felt like the air had been sucked from his lungs and the world swayed. Keith could have whoever it was, but he was going to make sure the alpha and whoever he was screwing knew...
"Lance?"
"Keith, I'm preg-"
"Sorry, Lance. I'm with my mum now"
Keith ended the transmission, having talked over the start of him trying to tell him he was pregnant, and his boyfriend didn't even let him say goodbye. Wrapping his arms around his waist, Lance sank down so he squatting. Tears rushed to drip down onto his arms as he dissolved. His boyfriend had found his mum, and he should be happy, but Keith had been so blunt... blunt to the point of sounding annoyed. Maybe because Keith had his mum, he didn't need him anymore?
Coming to his side, Allura wrapped her arms around him
"Lance..."
"No... that's it. He... he doesn't want me now he's found her..."
"I'm sure that's not the case at all"
"It is! Who would want me anyway!? I was so stupid for being so happy!"
Guiding him to sit, Allura kept her arms around him as he screamed. Keith didn't need him now. He'd found his mum. His real family. He'd been so stupid and surely he was reaping what he'd sown. Of course Keith would prefer his mum to him. His mum was probably a warrior, where as he just hid in his lion. Hell. Keith had tried to help him, but he couldn't even get his footwork right
"Coran, can you help me get him up?"
"Don't. Don't bother... I'm not worth it"
"Lance, don't say that about yourself"
"I tried to tell him Allura and he didn't even care. He probably doesn't even want them! He probably doesn't even want me!"
Brushing Allura off, Lance shakily rose to his feet
"Lance, where are you going?"
"To my room... I... I need to..."
Shaking his head, Lance turned tail and ran.
*
Stuck in the engine? room, Lance was worrying himself into a panic. Lotor and Allura were going to go looking for some magical Altean place, which of course meant Voltron and the castle needed to be there. If this was Allura's wish, he'd support it, but it wasn't hard to miss the greed in Lotor's eyes. They'd been gone for vargas now... vargas spent with the others as they tried to get the castle up and running again. He was so completely useless, that all he could do was worry. He wasn't smart like Pidge and Hunk, or even Coran. He wasn't as big or as powerful as Shiro. He was just the unnecessary seventh wheel. The pregnant seventh wheel who was probably only going cause more trouble than he was worth. Maybe he shouldn't keep the pups... he never wanted his pups to feel as useless and as unwanted as he did, and the idea of them being thought of as the 8th and 9th wheels... it physically hurt. His pups deserved so much better than this... and a good life. He didn't know how to be a mum. He probably wouldn't be very good at it anyway... after all, wasn't that why his family hadn't loved him as much? Because he was born "wrong?".
Caught up in his own head, his worry for Allura and his worry about being a mum some how ended up with him word vomiting put his concern for Allura. Technically it was probably better than him actually vomiting... but all he did was make his friends mad. He could smell their annoyance rolling off them, and wished he could shut up... until finally
"Shiro! Get Lance out of here"
No... not Shiro. They knew. They all knew what he did... but they were sending him out with him anyway?! Right. He was the seventh wheel. They didn't really care about him... like with Keith, he'd built things up to be much more than they really were...
Standing in the hallway with Shiro, it might have just been from lack of oxygen, but Lance felt like there was something off with the alpha. Not off like Shiro was going to attack at any moment. Forcing his hazy mind to process what was happening, he bit down his fear. The calmness of his own voice surprised even himself
“Are you ok?”
Shiro sighed, the alpha really did seem almost meek as he did
“I-I don’t know. My head… I’m just… I’m feeling so confused. It’s like…”
“What?”
“Like I’m not myself”
Not himself... What was that supposed to mean? Did Shiro realise something was wrong with him? Did he finally realise forcing his affections on him was wrong? No. Surely he was thinking too favourably... but that didn't mean he wanted to test it
“It’s probably just lack of oxygen. You should sit down. We’ll get through this”
Sitting down against the wall, Shiro sat close to him. This was the closest the alpha had been without trying to intimidate him in... he couldn't even remember. Chewing on his lip, Lance watched Shiro from the corner of his eye. When the alpha didn't say anything else, he slowly drew his knees to his chest and hugged them tight. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't know how to make Shiro feel better without seeming like he wanted the alpha. This awkward silence was better than having Shiro snap at him again.
"Guys... I'm sorry. We couldn't get the castle working... we need to wait for Allura"
Panting for breath, Pidge was definitely feeling as poorly as he was
"We tried... but without her..."
Moving to stand, Shiro seemed impossibly tall
"We should wait in the bridge..."
"Lance?"
Reaching down, Hunk nodded to him. Taking his friend's hand, he sagged heavily against him. He didn't want to die like this. Trapped in the middle of nowhere, with no idea if Allura was alright... or Keith. Would Keith even care? He wanted Keith... and if he was dying, his last wish was that he could just see the alpha one last time. To tell him how sorry he was, and that he hoped he'd finally find a way to be happy.
With Hunk leaning on him, just as heavily as Lance was leaning on the alpha, the pair kept each other propped up as they all slowly made their way to the Bridge. Barely making it into the room, Pidge was the first to collapse to the floor, followed by himself and Hunk. This was so ridiculous. They were only here because of Lotor, and if the Galra attacked right now, that would be the end of them all. Whining softly, he felt around until his hand found Hunk's
"Lance?"
"I just wanna say thank you for being my best friend"
"Back at you bud. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have more than you on this adventure"
"What about me?"
"You too Pidge... I know we didn't hit off at the start, but you mean a lot to me. All of you do"
"You too Lance. You too"
Labouring for breath, they all fell silent. Each focusing on purely hanging on for as long as they could.
*
Oxygen was a beautiful thing, and so was Allura. The princess seemed to glow under a whole new light when she returned, or maybe it was the fact he'd nearly died, but he was definitely feeling a whole new level of love and respect for Allura. Lotor, however much he played the humble sidekick, was clearly none too impressed that Allura had been granted access to the knowledge of Altean Alchemy while he hadn't. It was clear in the man's tone and the way he held himself that he was more than a little bitter, or so it seemed to Lance. Sticking around long enough to make sure Allura was really alright, Lance waited until Pidge finally excused herself to also leave the Bridge. He was so very tired, and just wanted to sleep.
Parting with Pidge when she went to check on whatever they'd been working on before, Lance then made his way down to his quarters. It felt like forever and a day had passed since he'd last seen his bed, and his small nest he'd remade from his blankets alone. He didn't know what Keith would want from him when the alpha finally came back, so he'd put all Keith's things back in his wardrobe, apart from the alpha's pillow and the shirt he was using on it as a pillow case. He'd tried sleeping without it, but the morning sickness has been so bad that he'd been almost bed ridden. It wasn't until he'd finally broken, and retrieved Keith's pillow that his stomach had settled down. It's taken them nearly 5 quintants to get out here, so he hadn't dared not keep Keith's pillow close to him. The last thing he needed was someone figuring out his secret, and he couldn't help but worry that lack of Keith's smell was upsetting the pups and exacerbating his morning sickness symptoms... or something. He didn't know how this whole pregnancy thing worked, but given Keith still hadn't called him back, he now assumed he was doing this on his own. That didn't mean he didn't want to tell the alpha before the others. He at least owed Keith that much, especially because there was no way he would have made it through without him. Stripping his uniform off, he didn't bother about changing into his pyjamas before climbing into his nest and burying himself. Pulling Keith's pillow close, Lance nuzzled the alpha's shirt with a soft sigh
"I'm so mad at you right now, and you don't even know it. I nearly died today... and your pups nearly died... I know I'm a selfish omega, but I miss you"
*
It'd been two movements since Keith's word had turned upside and he was still wondering if it was all a dream. His mother. Krolia. He finally had a name, he finally had a face to that name and he finally had her. It really was like a dream, and the dream was about to take another step towards reality. Having secured Kolivan's approval, and having notified Allura, the pair of them were now on their way to the castle. Keith couldn't deny he was anxious to an unusually high degree. His mother was an amazing warrior. She was quick on her feet, and her mind even faster, yet the defensive streak she showed when it came to him had surprised even Kolivan, Keith couldn't even remember the offhand remark Kolivan had made, but the growl his mother had let out stopped everyone in their tracks. That was right on the heels of the initial shock of Krolia declaring herself to be his mother in front of everyone, so the man may have already been thrown off kilter as he looked about ready to have a miniature stroke, before quickly recovering his usual cold impassive look.
"Tell me more about these friends of yours. What kind of people are they?"
"Mum. Krolia. I know you know all about the Voltron Paladin's"
"In my experience what people see barely scratches the surface when it comes to humans. And I know you still feel weird about it, but pick either "mum" or "Krolia""
"I'm sorry. It's just... I'm still adjusting. I was searching for you, and then, you were right there in front of me"
"I know, and I'll never leave you alone again. Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do"
Each time she said that, he wanted to ask why... but so far he hadn't had the courage. Apparently she'd loved his father deeply, but then had to return to her mission. Still, she must have spent years on Earth, so why did she have to leave so suddenly?
"Keith, your friends?!"
"Alright. Ok. I already told you about Princess Allura and Coran"
"The two Altean's"
"Yes. And Allura pilots the Blue Lion that Lance used to pilot"
"Lance pilots the Red one now"
"Yes. He took over for me when I left to find you"
"So now you've found me, you'll be rejoining Voltron?"
"No. It's not that easy. For me to rejoin, someone has to willingly give up their lion"
"But you have friends don't you? You have bonds of your own with them"
"It's not like me being part of the Blade of Marmora changes that"
"People's hearts always change with time. Your father taught me that. Now. Pidge is the Green Paladin"
"Yes..."
Seriously. This was like the 10th time they'd had this conversation. If it was her way of getting close to him, she could surely pick another way. He knew his mother remembered every little detail he'd told her. Yet, there he was, repeating himself because each time she spoke, his heart jumped with the knowledge he was talking to his mother.
Arriving at the pod hangar, everyone was waiting for them, mice included. Climbing down from the Galra fighter jet, he offered his hand to his mother, but being her usual self, she climbed from the fighter jet with practiced ease
"Um guys. This is my mother, Krolia"
Stepping forward, Allura beamed widely
"My names Allura. It's a pleasure to meet you, and welcome you the Castle of Lions as an honoured guest"
"So you're all the Paladins of Voltron. Can't say things haven't gotten interesting since you came on the scene. Keith, didn't your father teach you any manners"
This was definitely going to end badly
"Mum, this is Coran..."
Introducing each of them was going to suck
"My friends Shiro, Pidge, Hunk and my... my friend Lance"
He didn't miss the hurt look that came over Lance's face. Yes he wanted to introduce Lance to his mother as his omega... but... what if she didn't approve? Stepping forward, Lance extended his hand, making Keith feel even worse
"It's nice to meet you"
Grabbing Lance's hand, his mother had his boyfriend up against her with her knife to his throat before anyone could react
"Mum!"
"Your reflexes are slow and you smell like Galra"
Releasing Lance, his boyfriend stumbled over to Pidge
"I'm sorry guys. She's still adjusting to being a mum and everyone seems to be a threat, even though I told her that you're not"
Emphasis on the word not. Shaking his head, Lance gave a clearly forced smile
"It's fine. We get it. Just, can we not go scaring people like that in future"
The room was still tense, and Lance smelt incredibly scared. He'd have to find a way to tell his mother to back off without making her mad or telling her he was dating Lance. This was definitely going to be more of a headache than he expected.
Walking from the hangar up to the dining room, it didn't take long before his mother had seemingly won most of his friends over. The incident with Lance laughed off for the most part and his mother had shrugged it off in her own way. Lance was tagging behind the group, and Keith couldn't blame him. With everything he'd been through, that was one hell of a way to meet his future mother-in-law
"I hope you don't mind, it's not much"
Pressing the door pad, the door slid away to reveal the dining room table... or what have been the dining table if it wasn't covered in a mountain of food
"Hunk's cooking is amazing"
"It looks amazing. I haven't seen food like this in deca-phoebes"
"Please come join us..."
Moving to take the seat beside his mother, Keith looked up to find Lance still standing in the doorway
"Lan..."
"Lance, do you think you can join us?"
Frowning at the way Allura phrased her question, Keith's alpha was instantly on edge. Letting out a small sigh, Lance looked down to his feet
"Sorry. Krolia, it was really nice to meet you and I hope to get to know you better, but I've had a headache all morning"
"That's quite alright. I'm sorry for attacking you without thinking. Keith is the most precious thing in my life"
"I know the feeling... I mean, he's a precious friend to all of us. I'm really sorry"
Fleeing from the doorway, Keith looked to the others
"He has a headache?"
Rolling her eyes, Pidge sighed
"You don't need to worry. He's fine. He came down with a cold. It's mostly gone, and his scans were fine. Right Allura?"
"Yes. Pidge is right. Lance is just fine"
Then why didn't it feel like it
"Lance, he's important to you?"
"He's a friend mum. Of course he's important. I told you that all my friends are important to me"
"And you're all like this, with all your friends"
"Yes mum. It'd be the same if any of us was sick, we'd all want to know how they were doing"
"The Galra aren't generally known for their love and friendship, so it may take me some time to adjust"
Keith could feel everyone's eyes on him, and a heavy gloom filled his stomach. No doubt he'd just managed to upset everyone at once
"Well Keith and Lance are..."
"Are best friends"
Pidge shot him glare as he cut her sentence off
"Oh. He's your best friend"
"Yes. I'll check in with him later, so can we please just talk about something other than me?"
"Nope. Not a chance. Krolia, if I may, do you have any embarrassing baby stories about Keith?"
Really Hunk? This had to be pay back
"Doesn't every mum? When Keith was learning to talk, instead of saying mum when he'd coming running, he'd yell "keef!""
So Krolia could tell everyone else, but not him?
After 3 vargas, Keith was beyond relieved when Allura finally insisted on showing Krolia around the castle. His mother seemed to finally accept that his friends were good people, and he was seeing a completely different side to her. She was relaxed, happy and even laughing. Watching her leave with Allura and Coran, he felt the eyes of his on him the moment they had
"Guys?"
"What was that? Since when are you and Lance only best friends?"
"Yeah Keith. I expected better of you. You know Lance loves you. He was so nervous about meeting you mum"
"And he's still recovering from when this cold thing he came down with after we all nearly died"
"Guys hold on. I thought I should ask to Lance about what he wants to tell her. And what do you mean you nearly died?"
"Haven't you talked to him?"
"I've been busy with missions... I'm sure you guys must have been busy too"
"We haven't really been that busy... maybe it was because he's sick?"
"Or Keith's in the doghouse"
Slamming his hands down on the dining table, Keith had had enough. If he wanted answers, he had to go see Lance
"Ugh whatever. I'm going to go talk to him"
"Bye, Keef!"
"Good luck, Keef!"
Pidge and Hunk were soooo lucky he had more important things to deal with.
Arriving outside Lance's door, he found he was definitely in the doghouse with the omega. Boxes of what seemed to be his things were neatly stacked beside Lance's doorway, and despite the lack of signage, the closed door screamed "keep out". This wasn't exactly the welcome home he'd planned out in his mind, though he really didn't know what he'd been expecting. Taking a deep breath, Keith knocked lightly on Lance's door
"Lance?"
Knocking again, he got no reply
"Lance? Baby, can I come in?"
Now he was getting annoyed. Lance hadn't even given him a chance...
"Lance you better be sleeping and not ignoring me"
Pressing his hand to the door pad, the smell that rolled into the corridor was so incredibly intoxicating. Just like back at the Kral Zera, he wanted to breed Lance and to mark him as his completely. Unable to stop a growl of want escaping his lips, Keith covered his mouth as not to scare Lance. Looking around his boyfriend's room, he found the object of his desire curled up and seemingly asleep in his small nest. Well, he was assuming it was Lance, he could only actually see the omega's lips and nose. If Lance was really sick, he didn't want to wake him... and not waking Lance meant not having to explain his earlier actions. As long as he didn't ask, they were still courting... giving him the most "true family" he'd had in as long as he could remember
“I’ll come back later baby...”
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