#keith shone

[all-action-all-picture]

Buddy No. 103, dated 29 January 1983. Blitz Boy cover by Keith Shone. DC Thomson.

#29jan #1983 #buddy #dc thomson #blitz boy #keith shone

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

A/N: The first movie isn't real.

Summary: A platonic girls' night with Steve, Robin, and Nancy.

Girls' night. He was perfectly okay with it being called girls' night. Steve was actually excited about it. It would be the first time him and Nancy would be hanging out since they cleared the air. They sat down and actually talked about what happened between them. Nancy apologized for how she handled things between them. Steve tried to apologize for not being a better boyfriend, and Nancy had promptly hit him over the head with newspaper, telling him that he had been a damn good boyfriend. They talked about Barb, and they both decided that they had nothing to apologize for that night. It had been Dr. Brenner's for playing God. If it hadn't been for his experiment, then Barb would have lived. They were just normal teenagers that night, enjoying each other's company.

Newly single Nancy fucked him that night and it was like closing a book after it was left open to long. It was finished, and they could finally move forward to actually being friends. They had woken up the next morning, feeling better than they had in a long time. The sun had shone over both of them, and the birds sang loudly. Steve remembered looking at Nancy, and the feeling he had unknowingly held onto for so long was gone. In its place was closure. He's not sure why, but they had looked at each other and laughed. It was the last time they would sleep together, and when Steve would look back on this moment, he would look back on their relationship fondly. . .with no more regrets.

"Hello, ladies," Steve grinned when he opened the door.

"Well, this is familiar," Nancy said.

Nancy had picked up Robin on the way to Steve’s and they were now standing on his doorstep. Nancy's eyes sparkled with a little bit of sadness, something that would probably always be there, but over all, she looked pretty happy. Steve grinned.

"Ready to raise a little hell?" Steve asked, and Nancy laughed.

"Okay, the first rule of girls' night is no leaving Robin out of inside jokes," Robin said as she pushed herself inside, pulling Nancy along with her.

"Oh, is Robin speaking in the third person now?" Steve scoffed.

"Only for this moment, she is," Robin said. "Whoops, I accidentally spoke like Yoda."

"So, what's first on the agenda on our night of hell raising?" Nancy asked.

"Pizza and movie first. That's absolute. It has to be a stupid, mockable rom com. It has to be as cheesy as the pizza," Robin said.

"Then we spend some time picking it apart. We then put on a movie that we do like. You know, usual one that makes us cry," Steve said.

"Then after that, we do facials and paint each other's nails while we gossip. Don't worry, we only gossip about people we don't like," Robin said, and Nancy laughed. "We gossip about Keith a lot."

"Then the very last thing, we dance around in our socks, our sleep shirts and underwear. Tonight's song: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," Steve finished.

"How often do you guys do this?" Nancy asked.

"All of the time," Steve and Robin said together.

They all settled down to watch a movie that Robin picked out, the pizza boxes spread out on the coffee table. The movie they were watching was called Better to Have Loved, which turned out better than they had expected.

"With a title like that, I really thought that it was going to be super cheesy like the cover of the tape," Robin said. "But I really loved it. Kind of sad that Andy didn't end up with the love of his life. It was nice that he decided his friendship with Larry was more important. Although, they never explained how a jock and a metalhead became such close friends."

"Well, obviously, they got trapped in another dimension together," Steve said and they all laughed.

"You're so wrong, Robin," Nancy said. "Andy did end up with the love of his life."

"What? The movie ended like it started with Andy crawling into Larry's bed like they always do," Robin said and then paused. "Wait. . . are you implying that Andy and Larry are in love?"

"If the shoe fits," Nancy said.

"As a lesbian, I think that I would be able to sense it," Robin said.

"You didn't sense anything with me. I had to tell you that I'm bisexual," Steve said. "I don't know. I see it now. Yes, Andy is definitely in love with Eddie."

Robin and Nancy's head snapped together to look in his direction.

"The metalhead's name is Larry," Robin said slowly.

"Yeah, that's what I said," Steve said.

"No, dingus, you said Eddie," Robin said.

"Did I?" Steve asked, his voice squeaking.

"Oh my god! I knew it!" Nancy exclaimed.

"What? You knew nothing, Wheeler," Steve laughed. "You're pretty smart, but you don't know everything."

"You were definitely making eyes at Eddie in the Upside Down and every time I've come over for your little get togethers," Nancy said and then paused. "By the way, thank you for trusting me enough to tell me about yourselves."

"Oh, shit, we did just come out to her," Robin said and then giggled. "So, you're really cool with it?"

"Yeah!" Nancy said.

"Okay, let's do the facials, paint our nails, and gossip like the bitches that we are," Robin said. "Then we're going to make Margaritas and watch Pretty in Pink."

"Again, Robin? Seriously? This is because of her crush," Steve said rolling her eyes. "She looks like Molly Ringwald."

"She really does," Robin said, sighing dreamily. "Vickie Fisher."

"Oh, I talked to her a couple of times. She's cute. I can definitely see you guys together," Nancy said.

"Yeah, she broke up with her boyfriend for Robin," Steve said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You don't know that!" Robin shrieked.

"And you'll never know unless you take the risk," Steve said.

"Yeah, I'll tell Vickie the day that you admit that you are madly in love with Eddie!" Robin yelled at him. "By the way, how did I miss that?!"

"Because your gaydar sucks!" Steve exclaimed.

"Ah ha! You admit it!"

"I admit nothing!"

After Robin and Steve argued for a bit, they finally put on their face masks before doing their nails.

"Unfortunately, Keith has been absolutely boring lately so does anyone else have any gossip?" Robin asked.

"El broke up with Mike and Mike is mad at me because he thinks it's my fault," Nancy said.

"Why would he think that?" Steve asked.

"Well, It surprised me but El came to me for advice because she felt like she didn't want to be with Mike anymore because she couldn't handle a relationship right now," Nancy said. "I wouldn't blame her after everything she's been through. I told her that was normal and that if she didn't want to be with him, then she needed to be honest with him about why. Mike wasn't too pleased with me."

"The kid's a little shit but he's also experiencing his first heartbreak," Steve said. "He'll pull his head out of his ass and realize that you guys were both right."

"I always thought it was weird that El jumped into a relationship right after escaping a lab who kept her prisoner her entire life," Robin said. "So, I think it's going to be nice that she's going to finally focus on herself for once."

"You think?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah. Isn't that what you're doing?" Robin asked. "Platonic relationships are just as important as romantic. I wish more people understood that."

"You know, I'm really glad that you guys let me be a part of this," Nancy said. "You know, for the longest time I didn't really let myself get close to people, I mean really close even when I was with Jonathan and especially when I was with Steve. I didn't even let myself get close to Fred which I deeply regret now. I don't want to do that, to shield myself away from people just because they might die because that might happen whether or not I get close to anyone. I think it's going to be nice to have friends again."

Steve and Robin shared a soft smile over Nancy's head. They pulled her into a hug and started kissing her cheeks.

"It's going to be nice to have you as a friend, too, Nance," Robin said.

"I definitely think our new relationship holds a lot more meaning for both of us," Steve said. "I think we were always supposed to be friends."

"Yeah, we just needed to fuck a few times to be sure," Nancy giggled and Steve laughed.

"OH! You had to ruin it, Nance! You just had to go there!" Robin exclaimed. "The images are burned into my retina. Okay, another rule about this platonic girl's night out: no mentioning you two fucking! It's over, it's done with! Finite."

"She's very dramatic," Nancy said. "By the way, you seem to be very comfortable about calling it girls' night."

"I am perfectly comfortable with my masculinity and my femininity," Steve said. "No shame."

"It's one of the things that I love about him," Robin said fondly. "He lets me practice my makeup skills on him all the time and vice versa. Although, he's better at putting makeup on me and doing hair. Did I tell you that he's the one who cut my hair? He would make a good beautician. I keep telling him that, but he doesn't believe me."

"I can see it," Nancy said, smirking at Robin. "He's definitely good with his hands."

"OH! You did that on purpose!" Robin exclaimed. "Bad Nancy! Do I have to get the spray bottle?"

After their nails dried, they headed into the kitchen to make the Margaritas. After another argument, they watched Pretty in Pink where Robin openly fawned over Molly Ringwald. They drank a lot, causing Steve to reveal that he does in fact like Eddie.

"He's just so. . . just so. . . preeeetttty," Steve said as he hung upside down on the couch.

"Eh," Nancy said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Eh? EH?! Oh, I'm so glad that we're just bologna," Steve said with a snort and laughed. "Bologna? I meant platonic! I'm silly."

"I double dog dare you to tell Eddie that you want to have his babies!" Robin yelled.

"Only if you tell Vickie that you want to have hers!" Steve yelled.

"I don't want to have babies. I want to give her a bunch of dogs. She loves dogs," Robin sighed.

"Aren't you allergic?" Steve asked.

"I will do anything for her," she said. "Call Edward and I shall call Victoria! Oh, you have that speaker phone thingy. Put that on so we know that it's Eddie! Make the call! No traps!"

"This is fun. You guys are fun!" Nancy giggled.

Steve rolled off the couch and they all moved closer to the phone. He struggled to remember Eddie's phone number for a moment until he did, and he dialed the number gleefully, turning on the speaker phone.

"Hello?" Eddie's voice came out of the speaker.

"Eddie! Hi!" Steve giggled.

"Hey, Stevie. You sound a little drunk. How's girls' night going?" Eddie laughed.

"Oh, you know. . .finnnne," Steve said, biting his lip. "Could be better, though. Wish you were here."

"Yeah?" Eddie asked.

"No, Steve!" Nancy whined.

"Oh, is Nancy there?" Eddie asked.

"Yes! But don't worry. I say this to anyone in the universe who happens to be interested in Steve, we fucked out all the romance. Now, we're just bolognas," Nancy giggled.

"Bolognas?" Eddie asked in amusement.

"No, Eddie! It's platonic!" Nancy giggled. "Silly."

"Yes, silly me," he laughed. "What did you guys drink?"

"Ritas!" Steve screamed and spoked softly, "Teddy. There's something I need to tell you."

"You can tell me anything," Eddie said.

"Why don't you come over, big boy?" Steve asked, giggling. "Oh, wait, that's what you call me."

"No, Steve! No, boys allowed! Only platonic girls!" Robin shrieked.

"We can have this conversation when you're sober," Eddie said.

"You want to hear what I have to say?" Steve asked.

"Oh yeah," Eddie said.

"Wait, you supposed to tell Eddie, then I tell Vickie!" Robin whispered loudly to Steve. "What do I do now?"

"Tell her when you're sober, Buckley," Eddie said.

"Eddie! You're not supposed to be here!" Robin shrieked.

"I'm on the phone, Robin," Eddie said. "I should go now. Have fun, ladies."

"Bye, Eddie," Steve said and blew kisses at the phone.

"Aw, he blew kisses at the phone," Nancy giggled.

"I blew some back, big boy," Eddie said. "You better catch them before they get away."

"Robin! Quick! Catch them! They're floating away!" Steve exclaimed.

"Gone, gone, gone," Robin said, looking up at the ceiling. "Bye, bye, Eddie's kisses!"

"You didn't even try!"

After they hung up the phone with Eddie, they started to prepare to dance to Cyndi Lauper.

"I know that your mom said no but can we please wear them?" Robin asked. "Please?"

"Ugh, fine!" Steve grinned.

"Wear what?" Nancy asked.

Robin giggled and pulled Nancy up the stairs into Steve's parents' bedroom. She opened the door to their closet to reveal several fluffy, fur trimmed robes.

"Maggie loves walking around the house in these," Robin said with a grin.

"She's so dramatic, I love her," Steve grinned.

"Ooh, I want the blue one," Nancy said.

"I'll gladly take the pink one," Steve said.

"Green for me!" Robin exclaimed.

They wondered downstairs in their robes and started blasting the song.

"I don't know about this," Nancy said. "I feel kind of stupid."

"That's the whole point, Nance," Robin said. "That's why we're drunk. Turn off our brains so we can do the stupid thing!"

Steve grabbed Nancy's arms and started to help her dance. He moved her arms back and forth before she started to move by herself. She began to jump up and down, giggling as Robin leaped around them. Sometimes, it's okay to let loose every once in a while. It's okay to be career driven or not know what you want to do with your life yet, and it was okay to not even know who you are. Sometimes you know, sometimes you don't. It was alright to take a pause for a moment, to smell the roses, and to let your hair down.

Nancy had thought about that as she danced around the room with Steve and Robin, shaking her hips as she so. She could feel the guilt and the resentment she had placed on herself start to fade away, her shoulders relaxing as she moved around, and then it was her entire body relaxing completely. Life was whatever you wanted it to be, and no one could tell you how to live your life except you. Dancing it out wasn't the answer to all of her problems, but it certainly helped. It helped to have people to lean on as well because while they can't tell you what to do, they can help you figure it out. As she danced with Steve, she felt closer to him than she ever had before, and it really was better for both of them.

The next morning. . .

Eddie strolled into the Harrington house, eager to see the aftermath of last night and to have that conversation with Steve. He laughed when he walked into the living room. The three of them was spread out all across the floor and they were all wearing giant fluffy robes. Lipstick was smeared Steve's mouth and the words 'Mrs. Munson' was written on his forehead. Steve groaned and opened his eyes, blinking rapidly.

"Hey, Eddie," he said softly.

"Hey, big boy," Eddie said, grinning from ear to ear. "You ready for that talk?"

"Get it, you big slut," Robin said and Nancy giggled.

"I feel like there's something on my face," Steve frowned.

"You look absolutely beautiful," Eddie said causing Steve to blush and giggle.

"I love you," Steve said fondly. "Robin! Your turn!"

"Gah! I haven't prepared a speech," Robin said. "Nance, we've solidified our platonic friendship pretty well last night, can you do me a solid favor and write it for me?"

"No!"

"Damn!"

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[calswildflcwer]

Cop Car !

Pairing : Carlos × fem!reader.

Warnings : I don’t think any apply, other than a mention of a killer.

Plot : You and Carlos had been dating for five months and now Carlos had offered to take you on a date. However, this doesn’t exactly go to plan at all. And the police know that they shouldn’t mess with you.

Pronouns used : He/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don't know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is inspired by this song here! Also, this fic is kinda modern and there is also no magic in encanto at the time!

Carlos watched you from the alleyway, flicking his knife open and closed, as you crouched down and laughed with the children.

“You look adorable, Juancho.” You poked the little boys nose.

Carlos headed over, his slender shadow scaring off the group of seven year olds. You cocked an eyebrow, staring at your boyfriend, “You know, you really need to stop scaring the kids.” You said, standing up.

“It isn’t my fault. If they’re used to chico de oro, that’s not my problem.” Carlos shrugged.

You had begun dating him around five months ago, on his eighteenth birthday. Nobody expected it, you were the sweet good girl and he was the town's bad boy. It was a shock to everybody.

You planted a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as the pair of you walked together. “So, I wanted to ask you something.” Carlos began, ignoring the stares from the townspeople.

“Okay, go on.” You nodded, glaring at the townspeople as you noticed their stares.

“Would… Uhm… Would you want to go on a date tonight?” He asked.

“With you?” You questioned.

“No, with Isabela! Of course, with me!” He responded, cocking a brow at you.

A giggle escaped your lips, “I’d love to.” You grinned, staring at him before planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Meet me at the fountain tonight, after your chores.” He smiled, planting a quick and soft kiss to your forehead before disappearing off into the shadows, leaving you standing with a soft pink tint painting your cheeks.

You met Carlos at the fountain after all of your chores were over, you folded your arms over your chest as he approached you, grabbing you by the waist and placing a quick kiss to your cheek before dragging you towards his car.

“Where are we going?” You questioned, sitting in the passenger seat as he began to drive away from the small town.

“You’ll see.” He smirked, as he drove. You quickly noticed a sign that said ‘no trespassing’ and you were currently trespassing. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over his features, his signature smirk still stood cockily on his lips.

He soon parked the car, the pair of you climbing out as you both sat on the bonnet and began to watch the planes take off. He had brought you to an airport, to a place where you could watch the planes take off. He knew you’d always had a fascination for planes.

He thought you’d have all night, there was no need to rush… However, it wasn’t long before the sound of sirens and flashing blue lights filled your ears. Carlos threw his head back, “Man, ain’t this some shi-” Carlos groaned.

You cocked a brow, “We could always run for it, that’d make the best story!” You grinned. Carlos smiled, shaking his head slightly. He was too busy watching you going wild, to be worried about going to jail. The blue lights shone, illuminating the freedom in your eyes.

The police approached the pair of you, you eyed them. They weren’t playing at all, they were quick to slam the cuffs onto both you and Carlos. Carlos watched as you tried to talk your way out of it with the police, one looked younger and the other much older. The younger one was definitely a rookie. Your mouth kept moving, trying to sweet talk them, they didn’t fall for it but Carlos? Oh, Carlos did, big time. Hearing your sweet words would always make him fall for you over and over again.

Carlos was pushed into the car, the rookie then pushed you in, reading you your rights. “Yeah, I understand. I just have one question.” You asked, the police officer stopped at the door giving you a pointed look. “Do you have a light? I’m due a smoke any moment now.” You questioned.

Carlos eyed you, biting back his laugh, knowing that you didn’t smoke. You smiled sweetly as the officers face contorted in anger before he slammed the door. Carlos watched you as you leaned your head back against the headrest of the backseat, a smile still painted across your lips.

“I swear your dad’s gonna kill me.” Carlos groaned.

“Maybe so, but if it makes you feel any better, you won’t be the only one.” You grinned.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Carlos chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“Look Carlos, I want you to know that if we do both survive tonight, I wouldn’t change one thing.” You let him know, smiling as you tried to adjust your hands in the cuffs. It was the most uncomfortable sitting position, your hands cuffed tightly behind you.

“Not even this part?” Carlos cocked a brow.

A laugh sounded in the back of your throat, “Not even this part.” You grinned.

Carlos watched you as you stared out of the window as the police conversed with one another. You were so innocent but you were stealing his heart. Carlos couldn’t help the feeling within his chest as he watched you, something felt warm and sweet; a feeling he wasn’t used to.

The older officer soon approached the car, opening the door and allowing you to go. “You’re free to go.” He spoke.

“We won’t be so easy on you next time.” The rookie officer shouted out, causing you to stop walking.

You slowly turned back, “You should know better than to threaten me, Officer...” You glanced down at his badge, “Diaz.” You snarled. “Officers like you have gone missing for less.” You let him know, turning on your heel and heading towards Carlos’ car. The pair of you climbed in.

The rookie attempted to follow you, anger crossing his every feature but was held back by his partner. “Don’t.” He spoke.

“She just threatened an officer!” Diaz argued back.

“And legally, we can’t touch those kids.” The officer let him know.

“Who the hell are they anyway, Hernandez?” Diaz questioned.

“The boy? That’s Carlos Madrigal, he’s the grandson of one of the most powerful people this side of Colombia. The Madrigal’s are the most powerful family this side of the country.” Hernandez let the younger officer know.

“And the girl?” Diaz questioned.

“You don’t recognise her?” Hernandez asked, earning a shake of the head from Diaz, “That’s (Name) Fuentes. You might recognise the name. Her father is the biggest crime boss in all of Colombia.” Hernandez told him.

“Not Sergio Fuentes?” Diaz asked, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

Hernandez nodded, “Yeah, Sergio is her father. We can’t touch those kids, many officers have gone missing or turned up dead due to Sergio.”

“Why hasn’t he been arrested?” Diaz asked.

“Nobody’s ever been able to prove it was him. He never gets his hands dirty, but myself and every other officer this side of Colombia know that it was him. We’ve been off his radar for a while, since his wife’s death. We stay off his radar, he’ll stay off ours.” Hernandez explained, watching as the headlights from Carlos’ car disappeared from view. “Sergio Fuentes is a dangerous man, and let me tell you, his daughter is just as dangerous.”

Carlos parked the car back up in the town, a smile plastering across his lips as the pair of you climbed out. “I hope you’ve been treating my daughter tonight, young man.” You suddenly heard your fathers voice.

Carlos jumped slightly, turning to the older man, “I did, sir.” He mumbled.

“I mean, we spent most of our night in the back of a cop car, but it was fun.” You laughed.

“WHAT?!” Your father yelled, his anger making Carlos jump as he turned towards him.

“Dad! Dad!” You yelled, grabbing the man by his shoulders. Your father scared everybody in town. Everybody, that was, except you. The older man stared at you, his eyes softening slightly, “It’s fine, they let us go. Plus, it wasn’t Carlos’ fault, okay? Now, go home and think about your cholesterol.” You told him, smiling slightly.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked.

“Positive. Now go.” You told him. He nodded, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before sending a nod to Carlos and walking away.

You turned to Carlos, grabbing his hand and beginning to walk the street with him. “That was one of the best nights of my life.” You grinned, swinging your joined hands back and forth, “Watching the planes, getting arrested, messing with the cops…” You grinned.

“Falling in love in the back of a cop car.” Carlos mumbled, instantly stopping you in your tracks. Freezing.

Carlos was yanked back, almost dislocating his arm in the process as he turned to you, his eyes immediately widened as he saw the unreadable expression on your face and quickly realised what he’d said. You’d never once told each other you loved one another, in your five months of dating. “(Name), I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. I didn’t… I’m not… I-” he stuttered along his words before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around the taller boy.

He stumbled back slightly, quickly regaining his balance once again before wrapping his arms around your torso, “I’m in love with you too.” You smiled into his neck, running your fingers through his curls as you did.

Carlos stared down at you, a smile making its way onto his features as he leaned forward and planted a chapped kiss to your lips, “You’re my forever girl, (Name).” He let you know pulling away.

You grinned, dragging him along the street as you did, “And just think, if I’m not, we’ll always have the cop car.”

Carlos stopped, yanking you back into him so that your body collided with his, kissing you roughly on the lips, his hands gripped your waist so tight that they were bound to leave bruises,

“Don’t ever say that again, not even as a joke.” He snarled.

- Hey, hi, hello! Welcome back to another one of my fics! I’m baaack baby! Anyways, I hope y’all have been well and I’m sorry if this isn’t the best. I tried. I do have a little series coming out soon so if you’re interested, pls be on the lookout for that! Make sure to remember the drink something, eat something, please stay hydrated and remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know! Mwaaah! <33

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[articdelilah]

❀ Heartbreaks ❀

Angst: Silvio and MC arguing

CW: mentions of pregnancy, implication of a miscarriage and being hit, breakups, Silvio being a prick, cheating.

Not Proofread, you’ve been warned Dove 🕊️

Inspired: High School Sweethearts

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“How could you do this to me?”

Tears streamed down the redden cheeks of the old Belle, a large hand marked a scarlet reminder on her face. Her beautifully manicured nails dug into the soft fabric of the ocean blue skirts which matched Silvio’s eyes; She was like a raging storm unable to hide her emotions, a tsunami of hatred.

“You promised me you wouldn’t anymore” The Prince of Benitoite only rolled his eyes, folding his strong arms over his chest as if seeing a child throwing a fit. This wasn’t the first fight they’ve had about Silvio adultery though Emma likes to remind herself of the simpler, happier times.

Strolling through the rose gardens the two laughed. His jingle jangle could be heard from miles away yet it didn’t bother Belle anymore. She loved the sound nowadays, it reminded her of wind chimes.

“Shudd’ up bitch, do you never learn?!” Silvio finally snapped back at the crying woman, his expression held the mixture of annoyance and arrogant confidence. The way his eyes glimmered with a sparks of rage made Emma’s lips quiver, her shaky hands reaching behind her to hold and leaning on the dark wood desk for support. The moon shone inside the room; thunder crashed through the sky like the cold water on boats which rocked in the ocean.

The cold nights where Emma stood frozen at their door, her hand raised as if to knock and ask permission to a stranger’s room; a servant asking to enter their master’s room. Noises of pleasure echoed far beyond said room, for inside Silvio was warming the bed with a woman of golden locks and green eyes. Or the woman with brunette hair, or the one with that beautiful ginger mane which reached her lower back.

The desk was made of sturdy wood though now scratched and messy from the constant work on it. It was the slave to its master, meaning it held ontop the most important tasks. Books of rich Benitoite history, personal letters from family abroad and poems made by Emma herself. The same desk she found out she was pregnant.

Emma’s hair danced in the slight breeze as she was spun around by her fiancée. His eyes were the colour of ice yet they couldn’t hide the warmth inside. After a few seconds, Emma felt her toes on the ground, pale fingers tangled in Silvio’s hair as they shared a passionate kiss. Only hers to have.

“Just accept it that you can’t bear me an heir therefore it’s my duty to find another woman to do it. If it hurts that much, then you shouldn’t be my bride.” His words cut deeper than any sword, hurt like salt on bleeding wounds. The Princess’ vision blurred; her mouth opened only to allow silent words out. Silvio stared at her from a while before mumbling and leaving the room. Lightening crash against the palace, his jingle jangle the most annoying sound on earth. Emma finally let her emotions consume her, letting her knees grow weak and fall on the freezing floor.

Emma then gets with Keith and lives her happily ever after

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If you like my work, feel free to request 🕊️

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[keithsandwich]

I wish you would write a fic where... You go into Keith's perspective when he meets Maeve. It'd be cool to see how he views her.

Hey, love!! Thank you so much for this idea! I already have this one for the AU longfic I have for them (currently in hiatus, I need to give it more attention... And maybe post it here?).

Anyway, hope you don't mind it that it's already written! I'm putting the excerpts from when both meet her for the first time under the cut.

Her green eyes shone like emeralds, framed by long, dark eyelashes. Between her worried eyebrows, a black crescent moon was painted — the mark of a priestess, although he’d never seen it in black. Her hair was a combination of braids and loose waves, highlighting the captivating eyes. She leaned in close, whispering urgently unintelligible sounds, but Keith ignored them and reached out to touch a strand of her hair. It felt soft, nice and fragrant, and he smiled maliciously, but she caught his wrist and frowned. Her cheeks flushed with a sweet rose color, freckles dotting her skin. His smile widened.

"If you keep looking at me like this… I might have to devour… you… whole…" 

He used his last bit of energy to say it, his voice fading with those last words, as his conscience slipped away.

.

A stinging pain woke Keith up from his slumber. He instinctively tried to sit up and shove the source of the pain away, but a small hand landed on his bare chest, keeping him in place.

"Don't move," the woman warned him, her green eyes locking at his for a moment before sliding down again to his abdomen. 

The crescent moon on her forehead… Was she a Caisteal na Sí’s physician? But…

His mind overflowed with confusion. He was used to waking up in all sorts of situations, usually awkward, embarrassing, or just troublesome ones, but most of the time he could at least tell where he was. And most of the time his body felt unharmed. Maybe with a hangover or just worn out, but definitely not like this. They shared the same body after all, and while he could humiliate him, he wouldn't try to kill themselves. Still, he felt physically terrible, as if he had been trampled and was sore throughout his body. But the stinging pain on his left side was excruciating, as if the priestess was ripping him open.

And as his eyes roamed through the room, he realized this place simply couldn't be in the high and bright Caisteal na Sí. The dark stone walls were illuminated by a small fireplace emitting crackling sounds. Some gray vines were growing from small openings underneath the wooden roof. The room looked tiny, tables held old books, herbs, apothecary jars and tools. He recognized his sword laid on top of a chest, along with his bloodied shirt and jacket. The open window let the dark foliage of the trees be seen, and a night sky smoothly illuminated by bright stars. Everything was simple and somehow cozy. The bed where he was lying wasn't the softest one, but it was warm and smelled of rosemary and some kind of flower.

"Relax," the priestess spoke again softly, and Keith realized she was holding a needle with a thread that was connected to his body. He shuddered and finally realized he had been gasping for air and sweating all along. She placed the needle to the side and reached for a bottle of green liquid. "Here, take this. This will numb the pain."

She gently touched the back of his neck, and he let her lift his head up, his lost eyes searching hers as he opened his mouth without thinking, a natural response to her placing the bottle against his lips. As she tilted the bottle and slowly poured the liquid, he felt the strong and hot taste of alcohol invading his senses and got startled, choking immediately and making her patiently hold the bottle away.

"I'm sorry… I…" he tried to talk between the coughing, his voice hoarse and difficult, and the pain on his abdomen making everything harder. "I'm so sorry, I don't think I… should drink… You know, alcohol…" His hands tried to gesticulate, but a shooting feeling in his left wrist caused them to halt.

"The spirits are good to soothe the pain,” her eyes widened with his refusal, as if she couldn’t fathom what was wrong with drinking alcohol. Then she sighed, and her tone became more compassionate. “And I know you’re in a lot of pain.”

He felt a tinge of warmth in his chest, which made him feel even more conflicted about the situation. Yes, the pain was almost unbearable, but what if he got drunk and lost the hold of himself? The stranger was being so gentle and innocent; maybe growing up in Néart made her oblivious to the effects alcohol could have. In that case, the guilt of saying, or worse, doing something inappropriate to her would be harder to bear than the pain.

"I just don't think it's safe to drink something so strong… while alone with a woman. I don't want to disrespect you." Keith looked away, incapable of facing her while saying those words. Silence prevailed between them, however, and he had to face her again to see if she had at least reacted to his statement. But the only difference he noticed on her features was a soft blush on her cheeks. Oh . He knew it. It was obvious he had already done something rude to her. He wished he could disappear from her sight. "I’m sorry… I already did, didn't I? I’m deeply sorry…"

Much to his surprise, the priestess gave the briefest of chuckles, and when he looked at her again her lips curled in a soft smile.

"Foolishness, don’t apologize for things you haven’t said yourself." Her words visibly confounded him. What did she mean by that? Did she… know? No, he couldn’t have been there for so long as to her figuring it out, and he wouldn’t simply say anything. Right? "Your loss of blood, your mind wasn’t really there, was it?" She elaborated, as to answer his silent questions.

The woman moved a little closer, so he couldn’t avoid looking straight into her eyes, and with a serious tone she said: "Listen, you’re hurt and vulnerable. If you do anything disrespectful I know exactly where to hit you."

The cold glass of the bottle touched his lips again, and again he obediently parted them, but this time Keith let himself swallow the strong liquid, and it burned like fire in his throat. He couldn’t even register the taste of it. It probably had herbs in it, given its green color, but the alcohol was so strong it stole away any other possible flavors of the liquor.

Her words still resonated in his mind. He was wrong deeming her defenseless. He didn’t know the first thing about her to pass that judgment. He was so embarrassed… again. Although, as the liquor numbed his mind and the heat rose tingly to his face that thought started to blur and lose its importance.

When she thought he had enough, the priestess put the bottle away and suddenly he felt her piercing him again with the needle. It was still uncomfortable and he groaned with the feeling, but as time passed he realized he was feeling less and less of that. Until it felt like nothing. Keith was floating in a sea of nothingness and he softly giggled. 

He could disappear without resorting to him, after all.

[...]

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The morning was filled with the cheerful songs of birds.

Keith snapped awake, his body suffused with warmth. As his eyes adjusted to the daylight streaming through the window, he noticed that his hand lay outside the blankets, tightly cradled in the delicate hand of the priestess. The warmth from her touch seemed to radiate through his skin, making his hand feel even warmer. Keith wondered how his hand had come to be entwined with the priestess' and why it felt so comforting.

The tide of confusing thoughts invaded Keith's mind again as he looked at her. She was sleeping with her upper body on the bed beside him, her face so close to their hands that he could feel her slow and paced breathing on his fingers. However, she was awkwardly sitting on a chair at the side of the bed, and Keith felt overwhelmed with guilt. He could sense the discomfort the priestess was enduring because of him, and it made him desperately want to get up and tuck her under the blankets where she was supposed to be, not him. But if he moved, she would wake up. Keith remembered the state of his body from the previous night and wondered if he was even capable of getting up at all.

He was such a failure.

And still, Keith felt an almost irresistible desire to move his hand and touch her flushed face. Her soft and warm skin seemed to beckon to him, but he knew he didn't deserve it, nor the comfort of her hand, or the trouble she had gone through to care for his wounds. Instead of reaching for her, his hand retracted, carefully sliding out of her grip. He silently prayed that the priestess wouldn't wake up from this motion.

The smooth tilt of his body to the side was a signal of his usual failure. The priestess slowly lifted her head, her heavy eyelashes fluttering as she blinked multiple times before finally opening her puffy eyes wide with a start. She was obviously tired, and it was his fault. In silence, she scanned Keith's face attentively before stretching and yawning casually.

His heart raced in his chest watching that intimate gesture, and to make matters worse, she smiled kindly at him.

"Good morning! Sorry I had to hold your hand. You were trying to pick at your stitches while sleeping, and I didn't want you to accidentally hurt yourself." She said nonchalantly, her voice hoarse from the slumber.

"Good morning, ah…" Keith said, trying to sit up. "I… I'm sorry I've been putting you in so much trouble."

The priestess promptly got on her feet to help, supporting his wounded left side. Her touch was like a half-hug, and he felt himself flushing all the way up to his ears.

"It's so embarrassing," Keith continued, ignoring the ache in his body. "Even when apologizing about causing you trouble, I just cause more trouble."

"Don't worry so much," she said, and their glances crossed quickly. He thought he saw her getting flustered too, but she turned her back and started moving around the hut. "I was trained for things like this. How are you feeling this morning?"

Keith slipped off the blankets and let his feet touch the floor. On closer inspection, he seemed like a mess. His white trousers were smeared with dirt and blood, ripped near his knees where lacerations on his skin were visible through the fabric. His arms were covered in bruises and scratches, and his wrist was wrapped in cloth from the sprain. The wound on his side looked worse than he had imagined, and he shuddered at the sight. Then he finally realized he wasn't wearing his shirt and felt embarrassed to be exposed in front of her now that it was no longer necessary. How rude… He quickly got up, feeling a little dizzy, but tried to hide it so as not to worry her.

"I'm… feeling better, thanks to your efforts…" he reached for his shirt, numbly dragging it on despite the lingering soreness. "I don't know how to repay you. You… you saved my life." It wasn't an exaggeration; Keith didn’t know how he ended up in the hut, but given how isolated it seemed, he figured he could have bled to death in the woods. "Oh, you saved my life and I don't even know your name…"

The dizziness washed over his mind along with the shame, and Keith almost stumbled back to the bed. The sudden smell of food made his stomach groan, and he felt somewhat relieved, concluding that the dizziness was probably just due to hunger.

"It's Maeve," she said, as if it wasn't something of importance. He opened his mouth, but no words came out when he realized she wasn't looking at him. Instead, she was focused on stoking the fire of the fireplace, where a pot was placed to heat up. She continued, "You don't have to repay me, Your Highness. I'm… fulfilling my duty as a sworn priestess of Jade."

[...]

#💖💖💖 #thank you so much oliver!!! #it was nice remembering this fic #even outside my au they would meet in the same circumstances #keith howell #my maeve #ikemen prince #ikepri oc

[paperpeacock]

Hello !! I love your writing so much !! I was wondering if we could have a part three for Notice me where Allura finds out that your with Keith and she orders you to break up!! Can you please make it a happy ending ?? Thank you !! Stay safe and healthy !! Its okay if you dont want to do this.

Hi, I am deeply sorry, this has been a busy month for me and I thank you for being so patient. I loved this request! I thought I gave Allura a bad rep in my previous stories, so I also wrote a happy ending for her. I also apologize if this isn't what you had in mind, I got a bit carried away. But anyway, thank you so much for requesting and I hope you have an awesome day!

Notice me - Part 3

Opening inspired by this scene from Howls Moving Castle

A shooting star, befallen from the sky. A flurry of warm and colorful light. You took a chance and chased after it, across a moonlit field. Eyes ablaze in a curious wonder, whilst gazing up at the stream of wishes and dreams bulleting across the sky. You were warned not to engage in such childish things, but as you grew closer, as the light shone brighter. Such notions just disappeared. You rushed after it, catching it just before the ground. Now you had, a shooting star befallen from the sky. So warm and bright. Now that I have it, it will forever be mine, you thought to yourself. But be careful dear reader for once you have something so wonderful, so precious, there are those who will wish to destroy it. 

low laughter and shushing rung from the infirmary door, if anyone were to walk past, they’d know exactly who the culprits were. Keith sat upon the counter, his arm tangled in white bandages and face painted rose. You stood below him, gently fiddling with the long stretches of cotton whilst having to hush his and your own laughter. 

“Your terrible at this” He remarked. Bluntly. 

You laughed, struggling to untangled the multitude of knots you made. “J-just wait” 

“Mhm, okay” he smiled, head angled towards the ceiling. These feeling were so new to him, having someone to tease, smile at and adore. It was a fluttering foreign thing, but a thing he’d now welcome. After falling in love beneath that twilit sky, you two had done far more exploring. He offered to teach you how to spar, going for secret joy rides in the red-lion, you taught him of the kingdoms that planets had, the people that lived there. He told you stories of earth, promising to take you there, even then he taught you what a pinky promise was. 

Recalling these memories he directed his gaze back to you, stygian eyes swirling in warmth. “I love you Y/N” He called out, roping you from your task. 

You shyly ducked your head, hair falling around your soft face. 

“I love you too Keith” You whispered, smaller fingers grasping on to his hand, placing a kiss against his knuckles. His breath hitched, meeting your starry gaze. The way you looked at him, adoringly, it made heart drum fast and his blood go warm. 

“Do you need any help?” he asked, his right hand coming over to the bandage. You gave him a nod, copying his actions. You sat in a tender moment, silently wrapping the white around his injured arm. 

“have you spoken to Allura yet?” Then the moment was broken. 

You let out a defeated sigh, still staring at his hand, in thought.  

“I tried...” 

“And?” 

“I asked her what her thoughts on love were” You brought two pieces of the cotton together. “She said it is a foolish thing” You tightly pulled them together, tying a secure knot on Keith's arm. He watched as your brows furrowed, gentle hands grasping at the table. 

“Why must she be this way?” You asked, eyes alight in frustration. 

“Why must who be this way?” A voice snapped, the door hand been pushed open, revealing a hidden pair of aqua eyes. 

Earlier, whilst Keith and Y/N had scurried into the infirmary, Allura had been searching for you. She was the only one who didn't know of your relationship, the rest of the team were told to keep their mouths shut. And for good reason. Allura didn't want distractions. Allura didn't want giddy romance. Allura didn't want there to be love. at least, that’s what everyone was told. 

“Have any of you seen Y/N” she called, drawing the attention of lance.  

“Pretty sure she’s in the infirmary”  

“Why?” She quickly asked, her voice laced in worry. 

“Um, I'm not sure” 

“Okay, thank you” she nodded at him before making her way. Had something happened to you? Were you okay? Her pace quickened. 

Allura knew she presented herself as a cruel mistress towards you, often scolding you and putting you down. But in truth, she was afraid. Afraid of the vast universe now presented to her. Filled with war, filled with pain. In a inky mass so dense with stars she could easily lose you. She couldn't lose you.  

Before all of this, in a much simpler time. When you were both but small children, giggling in a field of endless flowers, smiling and talking for hours. Back when every secret was shared, back when you both cared. Back when you would apologize and make up, back when tears could be dried and it would be okay if you cried. Back when she was your big sister. 

“Allura!” You gasped, releasing your touch on Keith’s arm. 

“What are doing?” she asked, voice low, filled with a sinking rage. 

“I-I, I'm just...” You looked towards Keith, his coal eyes reflecting back your own worried ones. You swallowed down the trembling inside you, deciding this couldn't go on. 

“I'm helping my boyfriend with his arm” You replied, standing but only a little taller. “Is there a problem” your voice was cold. “Cause if there is you can tell me" You held nothing back, not any more. 

“Why...” She whispered. 

“Why? Why because I love him!-” 

“Why didn't you tell me?” her voice wobbled; hand placed against the door frame. You and Keith turned to each other; eyes wide with confusion. 

“Why would I?” You asked, softening your tone whilst approaching your older sister. 

“Because you always do!” She cried. “Y/N, you're not little anymore, I know, I know you want things that I don’t, I know you love him!” 

You were confused. Allura was confusing. She didn't want this for you yet she wanted you to tell her about it? 

“Y/N” she drew you and Keith's attention. 

“I didn't want you to leave me behind” This truth sunk into you, just as you sunk your arms around her. 

“I'm not going to” you hugged her closer. Tears staining your shoulder as you told her this. Despite the rage you both festered inside for one another, you could put it aside for this moment. You would discuss her methods of keeping you from Keith later. 

Her eyes fluttered open, scarlet in tears, and she peered towards your love. They looked at each other for once with an understanding. An agreement that no matter anything Keith would take care of you. This was the only thing they managed to agree on. But for now, that’s good enough. 

#keith kogane x reader #vld keith #voltron keith #keith kogane #voltron fluff #voltron legendary defender

[riveranova]

Heyy can i please request alter! Keith (ikemen prince) x fem reader smut with fluff?💕

(A/N): Hello, hello! Thank you for your ask and THANK YOU for giving me a reason to write smut for this man. Hope you enjoy!! (Also, I should definetly study for my Anatomy exam tomorrow but rn all I can think about is Alter!Keith being an absolute SLUT for the reader lmao)

I took a lot of inspiration from 'Criminal' by Taemin. It's SO good!

Breaking His Rules - Alter! Keith x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT | minors DNI, orgasm denial, choking, riding, light bondage, strong language, Alter!Keith being a cocky ass and regrets it instantly, MDom to MSub, FDom, Fem! Reader, fluff, it's a little bit bittersweet, dirty talk, lil bit degradation, fluffy aftercare ending

Character: Keith Howell, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.941

Keith was a friendly, maybe a bit shy, man. He was helpful and gentle to all sentient beings who bestowed upon him the same treatment.

But behind his soft eyes there was more than warmth and kindness.

From an early age, Keith's life was beyond traumatizing, leading to him building a wall around himself. A high, stony, cold wall. Nothing and no one should ever get close enough to hurt him again. And so, his alter was born.

Keith believed that this kept him safe from all the unnecessary and time-wasting feelings like love. But he was greatly mistaken.

The moonlight shone softly from outside through the slightly opened curtains. Keith adjusted your sleeping form in his arms and wrinkled his nose. How could he have sunk so low? He should just kick you out of his bed and go to sleep like everyone else in the palace. He didn't have to listen to your feelings, and he didn't have to agree either when you asked him with tired eyes if you could lie down with him because you were too cold to sleep. He could have just let it go. And yet he held you in his arms because the annoying little voice in his head was forcing him to.

Your quiet voice forced him out of his thoughts. "You're looking at me with those weird eyes again..." You sat up in his arms and blinked at him. Keith was about to pull the covers back over you but stopped himself. Why should he?

"No one is forcing you to stay with me. I can look at you however I want and if it bothers you, you're welcome to fucking leave alone'', came his reply. He tried to sound as emotionless as possible. Why was it so difficult all of a sudden?

He looked into your eyes, searching for something - anything - that remotely resembled rejection or fear. So he could belittle you for it. So that you would finally disappear. So that he didn't have to deal with the feelings he had locked away all those years and now no longer understood. But all he saw in your eyes was something he didn't think he needed. Something he had long detested. All he saw was affection, love and...

Your hand found his cheek and he realized with a start that he had no problem with it. He caught himself chasing the warmth of your hand and laughed listlessly as he stared into your eyes. ,,I cannot believe it. You've made a damn lapdog out of me.'' He took your hand from his cheek and pressed it along with his own onto the mattress next to him. You cocked your head and looked at him with confused eyes, "We both know that's not true, don't we?"

Keith caught his breath. Did you notice him acting differently? Why was it making him so nervous?

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away, his brows furrowed. You caught yourself just before the end of the bed and looked up. You were used to this behavior. Keith didn't know how to deal with your feelings and hid behind an arrogant, cold face. But you knew he shared your feelings. He showed it through small acts that went unnoticed by others.

For example, his hand wandering over your head so you wouldn't hit it when you bend down at the table – or when he went into town with you 'because he wanted to go for a walk anyway' and of course not at all to take care of you and to help you carry your groceries. Or right now when he held you in his arms because you were cold and he didn't want you fuck up your sleeping schedule.

You slowly got up and stood in front of his side of the bed. You were lenient with him, but sometimes he just needed a little reminder that you didn't care about his little tantrums. Sometimes he just needed a little more... discipline.

Keith was about to ask what the hell you were doing when you suddenly sat on his chest. Your thighs pushed his arms apart, which you tied to the bedpost with the belt lying on the floor – he had previously carelessly removed it and tossed it there. Keith frowned at you but said nothing. You leaned down and wrapped your hand around his neck, applying light pressure. He continued to look at you silently. It was clear from his eyes that he was aware of the trouble he was in. Under you, in your total control. "You just have to say one word and I'll stop. You know that, right?'' You purred against his lips. The only answer you got was a soft 'fuck off' which made you grin. "I knew you didn't want me to stop. I can see it written all over your face. You hide your feelings and you expect me to accept that? Haha… not quite aware of your place yet, huh?'', you shifted your weight onto his chest a little more and pressed a little harder on his neck, "You're my desperate little lapdog. And I think you're lacking in the behavior department.''

Keith escaped a - most likely unintentionally, whimper and his legs bent slightly. "Ah ah ah'', you released his neck and pushed his legs down, "Stay down".

You slowly looked at Keith lying below you. He was wearing his sleep shirt, which hung half unbuttoned on his chest, and boxer shorts instead of pajama bottoms, which were too warm for him. You slowly began to pull his shirt off and threw it off the bed. Grinning, you stroked his already hard nipples, making him shudder. "Fucking get it on already, don’t sit on your ass teasing me" Keith grumbled, tugging at his restrains. Grinning, you ran your tongue over his naked torso and sucked at his skin over his collarbone. Keith gasped as he could almost feel a dark red bruise forming. You looked at him with an innocent face. ,,Oops, that’ll stay for a bit''

With a quick hand movement his boxer shorts went on the floor next to his shirt. You slowly took his already half hard dick and stroked his tip a little. Keith was visibly trying not to make a sound and glared at you as you stroked his cock up and down painfully slow, your fingertips ever so close to touching him. He pressed his lower body against the bed and turned his head to one side. Grumbling, you grabbed his chin and pulled his face back towards you. ,,You’ll watch me.'', slowly you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it to the small pile of clothes in front of the bed, your pants following right behind. You slowly slid over his cock with your pussy still covered by your panties. Keith bit his lower lip - still confident he wouldn’t give in and stared at your breasts moving slightly in rhythm. Dissatisfied, you pulled his lower lip free from his teeth and gave him a kiss. "You're still holding back. Let go.'' You whispered against his lips and straightened up again. Keith's eyes softened a little, but he remained silent. Sighing, you pulled your panties aside and looked down at him. ,,I'll get you to make noise'', with these words you took him in completely, which elicited a small groan from him. Keith was big - very big. But you didn't mind anymore - it wasn't your first time with him. Keith's mouth fell open and he exhaled heavily. You almost had him.

You slowly began to move, hands heavy on his chest. He breathed heavily in and out, he realized that he couldn't hold back his moans anymore and they spurted out of him like a spitfire. "Fuck, faster m-more...'', his cheeks flushed, and he looked at you with pleading eyes, all his previous resistance forgotten. Grinning, you stroked his chest and rode him faster, one hand wrapped around his neck again as he stifled a groan and thrusted into you from below. His thrusts became increasingly uncoordinated, and you realized he was about to cum. As he got louder and louder, you started to slow down until you suddenly lifted up your hips and his cock slipped out of you. Keith caught his breath and stared at his cock, which was now starting to twitch needily on his stomach. He looked up at you. Your breathing had calmed down again, and you started massaging your breasts – a grin on your face. "You didn't really think I'd give you what you want, did you? After being so cheeky?'' One of your hands wandered down your body to your wet pussy. You slowly rubbed light circles and leaned back so Keith could have a better look while enjoying the show you put on for him. Keith, on the other hand, only grew more impatient. He cursed and growled as he tried to get his cock back into the warmth of your pussy. But he had to watch you helplessly as you made first two and then three fingers disappear inside you, your own orgasm not far away. You groaned and looked at him, tilting your head. "Not so cocky anymore, huh?", you got a growl from him, which quickly turned into a whimper. Keith closed his eyes, only to open them again a few seconds later. "I'm sorry.. p-please..", his voice sounded a lot thinner and shakier than usual. You slowly pulled your fingers out and held them out to Keith. Without hesitating he put them in his mouth and sucked on them greedily. While he was busy sucking, you lifted your hips back over his cock and your pussy folds rubbed along his length. He moaned with your fingers in his mouth and pressed his lower body against yours. You had planned to torment him a little longer, but your own orgasm was not far away and you didn't want to turn this into a punishment for yourself.

It wasn't long before Keith pressed his head against his pillow and came with a loud groan. You weren't far behind him, cumming against the length of his cock. You slowly calmed down and grabbed the belt that restrained Keith's arms. But your hands grabbed nothing. You looked at him with big eyes as you realized that Keith was holding his hands back himself - the belt had slipped behind the bed. You hadn't tied it well enough and he didn’t do anything about it? Your eyes sought Keith's, but he had them closed while slowly breathing in and out. You crawled off him, but his arms immediately shot around your waist to pull you back onto him. "You- you could have just said something, you know?" you grumbled. Keith put his head back on your neck and growled, "Shut up. You're annoying'', he paused briefly and added "not as much as usual tho".

Giggling, you stroked his head and he pulled the covers over you. "I didn't hu- I don't even need to ask, you could have just stopped me yourself if it was too much." You grumbled and Keith grinned slightly. "I could have. Your bondage skills suck.''

You gave him a light slap on the arm, and he exhaled deeply, suddenly a lot less tired than before.

"We can do it again," you pushed yourself free from his grip. Keith glanced out the window and then back at you. "But this time it's my turn." He smirked and shoved you under him.

You both ended up not getting much sleep that night.

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen prince #keith howell #keith howell x reader #fem! reader #smut #keith howell x fem! reader

[eyesoverinfinity]

Life is a countdown that we can't see.

Keith x Dave ship fanfic, my first non-au fanfic, hope you enjoy!

(20 days until Savannah outbreak)

Keith was having a good day, the sun was shining, he just got out of the ER and he was going work with his boyfriend Dave and best friend Ellis.

Man, it was good to be-

He tripped over a tool box that he failed to see.

"Ah fuck."

Before he hit the floor, someone grabbed him.

"Come on man, ya just got out! don't knock yerself out AGAIN!" it was Ellis. His best bud.

He was wearing one of the twin hats they both had and the yellow shirt from their band, 'the Bullshifters'. Keith used to have one too, but made the mistake of wearing it the day he tried to make fire works. Keith smiled as Ellis got him back on his feet.

"Heh, sorry dude. Didn't see the toolbox."

"You need to pay attention man, Dave has been suggesting that we get ya eyes checked."

"Ellis the last thing I need is to go to more doctors."

"Are you sure? I think you'd look great with glasses." Another voice said from inside.

Keith turned to see David. His plain white, button up shirt and dark grey pants complementing his cherry red glasses that shone in the sun. Dave adjusted his glasses, allowing Keith to see his cornflower blue eyes as he smiled at him.

"How are you Keith?"

"Hey Dave, same old same old." Keith smiled as he stared lovingly into David's eyes as Dave stared back. He had missed this, if he could he would stay there forev-

"Keith and Dave? Earth to Keith and Dave? We got work to do!" Ellis chuckled.

Keith and Dave both stopped, both blushing furiously.

"Um, see you after work! Love you!" Dave spluttered, picking up his notepad and going back to accounting.

"Love you too!" Keith cried back as he rushed off to the car they'd be working on today.

"I should record you two doing that one of these days." Ellis grinned as he grabbed a replacement wheel for said car.

"Shut up." Keith sighed.

(15 days until Savannah outbreak)

The news said that Pennsylvania had been hit by a sickness called the "Green flu". Weird name in Keith's opinion, but hey he wasn't a...

"Darling?" Keith asked

"Yes mon cœur?" asked Dave

He loved it when Dave called him that.

"what do you call a... um... sickness scientist?"

"There's quite a few words for that, but in this case it would be an epidemiologist."

"Thanks" Keith said, kissing the top of Dave's head.

"Your welcome love."

The sun was coming through the window, illuminating the room. The light wasn't too bright, and Keith smiled as it hit the picture of his family that he had hung in the room.

"You think you should get out of bed?" Dave asked, not moving.

"Nah. it's too nice to go outside, I'd rather stay in here with you." Keith answered, "Besides, we always have tomorrow."

Then there was a pause.

"Wait, why only me?"

"Because today is the day you retake your driving test."

"FUCK!"

He rushed out of bed, getting dressed as the love of his life laughed good naturedly from under the covers.

(10 days until Savannah outbreak)

Not much more news had come from Pennsylvania. Keith felt that meant that things where calming down.

Dave thought otherwise.

But for now they were putting that beside them, It was Keith's little brother Steven's 10th birthday. and they tried to keep things like the eternal wet blanket that was mainstream news away from him.

They knocked on the door of Keith's childhood home. The door was opened by his older bother, Paul.

"Hey love-birds, How's things?"

"Not bad," Dave said "I've been studying for my final accountants exams and Keith has passed his driving test again."

"How many times do have to lose it before you aren't allowed to take it again?" Paul joked.

"I don't know man, I'll find the limit some day." Keith said.

They walked into the old wooden house, the paint was a light blue was covered by the pictures of friends, family and places. The floor was a polished oak at one point, but had been worn away with time. Windows from other rooms where lighting up the hallway, it was mostly empty as any tripping hazards were removed whenever Keith comes over.

He had missed his old home, not that he disliked living with his darling of course. But he couldn't help but remember the good times as he passed his now emptied room, that had become a study for their Dad, who was a doctor.

Ah, his room.

Somehow the room he never got injured in.

But that was in the past. Now, it was Steven's day.

They went out into the back yard. The grass was covered in confetti from before they got there, the tree's and chairs each had a a different coloured balloon. Keith knew that Steven's seat was the one with the purple balloon, as that was his favourite colour.

The table for the gifts was placed under the old plum tree. The adults where sat under there, talking about various adult things. The kids were over by the food table, on the other side of the yard.

Steven was with his friend's, they had made a fort around the table with a sign that said "fort food" with the 'r' around the wrong way.

Dave went to see the adults and put the present for Steven (a remote control car), on the table. Keith went to see Steven and add to the food pile.

"Halt!" Said a small voice, It was Steven's best friend Daisy. Her strawberry blond pigtails rested on her shoulder as her sapphire blue eyes stared out at him.

"Who dare approach? State your name 'n purpose!"

"My name is Keith, I come with Hershey's bars."

Keith heard the sound of children's voices from within the cardboard fort.

"You may enter! Open the gates!" Daisy said from behind the cardboard.

Keith had to get on his knees and shuffle in, but was met by foam swords.

"Congratulations! You are a prisoner!" Said Alexander, another one of Steven's friends.

"Oh no." Keith said. Trying to not smile.

"Oh yes!" said the red head boy, "Now you will see the king!"

Steven shuffled forward.

"I am the king!"

"Wow, hello king!"

"Hand over the chocolate!"

"I guess I have no choice."

He handed over the Hershey's bars and sat in the small handmade castle, watching happily as his little brother and their friends ate the 'ill gotten gains'. As he was put in 'prison' to be 'saved' by Paul later.

It was good to see his brothers again.

(8 days until Savannah outbreak)

His back still hurt from crouching in the cardboard fort from two days ago, but if he told Steven that he'd cry from guilt. He was sensitive like that, although he had began to become numb it Keith's many accidents like everyone else he knew.

"That's for the best" Keith thought to himself as he drove Steven to school. He didn't want his baby bro to be upset over things not in his control. Specially when it happens every other week.

"How you doing back there bouncy ball?" Keith asked, Steven rarely sat still, much like Keith. It looked like they also had ADHD like him, but he hadn't been diagnosed yet.

"Good." Steven says. He was kicking his legs in excitement. Unlike most people he liked Mondays because his favourite lesson was on. Drama.

Steven loved song and dance and plays. He liked watching old movies in his free time, (although he was too sensitive for their parents to let him watch anything sadder than a Disney movie because otherwise he'd be brought to tears) and he was good at acting.

The boy loved school. Unless it was math. That brought him to tears for a different reason. Keith could relate.

His little brother was jumping up and down in his seat.

"Hey, try not to do that in the car ok?" Keith said,

"Aww" was Steven's reply. Keith felt like a hypocrite for that, but it was better than him getting hurt.

"Remember what we say about me when I'm in charge?"

"Do as you say, not as you do."

"Correct!"

They pulled up at the school. God was he glad to not have to go there anymore.

"Have a good day Stevie!" Keith waved as he stopped the car to let Steven leave.

"Bye Keith!" Steven waved back as he ran to Daisy, who'd just been dropped off.

Now that Steven was gone, Keith turned on the news.

"The silence from Pennsylvania has spread throughout the country. as people start to question the government on the blackout of information from the quarantine zone, videos of people attacking each other have been leaked from personal satellite's. The borders to Mexico and Canada have been closed, as well as flights to other countries such as Australia, Britain and-"

Keith shut the radio off.

While Dave listened to the news like it was a life line, it made Keith feel like he was drowning. If you paid attention to every bad thing the news talked about you'd think the world was about to end.

He stopped at the empty road, no one was coming from any side. The anxiety of what was happening in other cities with the green flu lead to quite a few people staying home. Of course while a lot of people in this city would likely be walking around even if it was illegal, the number of those who stayed inside was enough to mess with the normal traffic flow.

it didn't help that the news of the green flu and the following riots were scaring off tourists.

It would be REALLY easy to go through that red light. Keith delved into his pocket. Dave had left a note for when he had thoughts like this. He pulled out the small note, upon it read.

"NO. love Dave <3"

Keith sighed.

"The things I do for love."

(4 days until Savannah outbreak)

"You look amazing darling!" Keith assured

"Are you sure?" Dave asked, he was wearing a pale red suit to go to the Savannah counsel meeting.

"Of course! Even if you didn't, which is quite a feat for you by the way, those guys love you."

"Can't say the same for them" Dave muttered.

The majority of the Savannah council were racist.

Dave had originally not wanted to join, but eventually did to help weed out the old men who really had no business being there. (without murder)

The meeting was about how to deal with the approaching Green Flu and the rumours surrounding it. The news was all over the place with what was happening in the quarantine zone, with different stations saying different things about the lethality of the green flu and how it spreads, even what it did to someone once infected. CEDA denying a lot of things didn't help either.

Something the news agreed is that the 'flu', which many were claiming it wasn't one but something far worse, was spreading at an terrifying rate and that the government was organising evacuations for many major cities.

Including Savannah.

Dave and the rest of the council was going to organise with CEDA agents where to put the evacuation points, how many helicopters are needed to evacuate people, etc, to help as many people as possible.

"You'll be great Dave." Keith said, gently pressing his forehead against Dave's.

Dave smiled nervously, "Thanks Keith."

They both kissed and Dave left.

Watching him drive away into the centre of the city, Keith was called by Ellis.

"Hey man, how's things?"

"Hey Keith, Dave's gone to the meeting right?"

"Yeah he just left."

"Man, I wanted to wish him luck."

"You can call him when he gets back." Keith shrugged.

"I can't believe that the government's making us leave!" Ellis complained. None of them had ever liked the government and institutes of power in general, for a wide range of reasons. But this was a time that Keith was forced to say:

"It's better than the alternative. You wanna get stuck in Twilight zone?"

That's what people on the street called the quarantine area. On account of no one knowing jack shit about whets going on in it and the info that has slipped threw the cracks was vague and ominous.

"Maybe if they TOLD us what we were running from I'd agree with ya. But Ma's already out of town visiting family in Alaska, I don't wanna leave all our shit alone." "I'll come over and help you hide your stuff under the floor boards tomorrow if it makes you feel better."

"That'd be great, thanks man."

"Anytime."

"I'ma get back to ya later, I'm working on the apocalypse-proof truck." "Alright. Have fun!"

Ellis hung up. Leaving Keith to look into a sky where the city lights choked out stars.

(1 day until Savannah outbreak)

Keith had volunteered to help escort/herd people into the whirly birds. His family was evacuating from Steven's school and had suggested that he come too. But Keith wanted to make sure as many people got out as possible.

There were a lot of zones and from the looks of it the whole thing was a rushed mess. Course he would know, Dave spent an hour crying over how bad it turned out.

"They put one on a hotel that had thirty flights of stairs, THIRTY!" His lover had cried into his arms. "They didn't even have wheel chair access!"

The good news was a lot of people were volunteering to help others. Granted it wasn't an overwhelming amount. The line up was about 10 people including him, but that's was because most people assumed that CEDA could take care of everything.

Keith didn't trust the organisation of something this big left only to CEDA. Especially after Dave crying into his arms about how badly the meeting had gone. Not that it was only CEDA's fault, from what Keith could gather the Savannah council had been unwilling to let people land whirly birds in Forsyth park because "That would ruin the lawn." but allowed places like the previously mentioned 30 fleets of stairs hotel. Some poor souls would be left for dead there because of how long it'd take to get there, he knew it.

The whole thing was a mess and Keith just wanted to make sure everyone possible could make it out safe.

The line reached him.

"Name?" asked the man in front of him.

"Keith Murphy"

"Volunteer or emergency evac?" emergency evac was registering for the priority list. being disabled, immunocompromised, ect.

"Volunteer." Keith answered

"Oh thank god." whispered the man, that was not the reaction Keith had been expecting.

"Ok, you will be evacuating people on evac zone 18, in the business district. You need to be there by 8:00am and be ready to deal with possible unrest. Can you do that?"

"Yes sir."

The man sighed in relief. "Your a life saver kid, there's barley enough CEDA agents to man every station as it is.... You didn't hear that from me." He quickly added.

Keith shrugged, to say the truth he already knew, he had told his family but they all decided that it would be quicker to leave on a chopper than on the roads, as they would undoubtably get blocked with traffic, or at least that's what Paul said. Ellis said that his truck should get threw anything and Keith was inclined to agree.

After signing some forms the man gave him the address of the evac and said to be and Keith left. The card also said an email would tell him of any other volunteers that would be paired with him.

No email came.

(8:00 hrs until Savannah is overrun)

Keith thought back to yesterday, when he had been tasked with evacuating people in the business district.

"God that was a mistake." He thought to himself.

Not that he didn't want to help people. But two people that came to this evac zone didn't understand the concept of a line or sharing.

"I'm getting on!"

"No I am!"

"There's enough space for everyone." The CEDA agent he was paired with assured. "Please remain calm." She slowly moved them to the edge of the building to stop them from blocking the line.

Keith was busy leading people who WEREN'T fighting to get on one of the five large choppers, into said choppers. As the two old people, who looked like two CEO's of rival business, yelled their heads off not to get on, but seemingly so the other gets left behind.

It reminded him of customer service on black Friday and had he been the more vengeful type he'd may of been tempted to leave them both here just for reminding him of that dark time.

But that wasn't his style. He was a live and let live kind of person. Although that didn't mean he'd go out of his way to save someone who wanted someone else dead when innocent people where right in front of him.

So he shook his head and lead the next lot of people in.

(6:00 hrs)

The last chopper was almost full and the two CEOs were. Still. arguing.

Keith wondered if they even noticed that there was a world around them anymore, they were so consumed in their hatred that they didn't notice it.

They didn't notice the other helicopters leaving.

They didn't notice buildings in the distance catch fire.

They didn't notice the sounds of destruction on the streets coming steadily closer.

While the home Keith had grown up in was burning to the ground because of the unknown, those two continued with some petty feud.

They had been auguring for so long the CEDA agent had seemed to give up on evacuating them. Keith wasn't even sure the two would notice if they leave.

But by god, if he did indeed exist, Keith couldn't leave without TRYING to get them to look around and smell the burning reality. He sighed to himself, internally knowing this likely wasn't worth it. Either they'd both get on, or neither of them would.

"Hey, guys?" Keith tried to get their attention.

There was no change in the two.

"You two! The last chopper is leaving! You want on or not?"

One of them got louder and, was the other one growling?

"Um... Guys?"

The one that was growling tackled the other off the top of the building.

It happed so fast Keith didn't have time to react. He stood there for a good few seconds trying to figure out how or why that happened. They were mad, this world had gone mad.

They ran back to the chopper, just as the CEDA agent got on, and closed the door behind them.

"Were are the other two?" The agent asked

"One of them tackled the other off the building! I don't know what happened!"

"Where you close to them?" she asked immediately.

"Wh- No. I was still about 8 feet from them."

"Ok. Pilot! Get us out of here!"

That conversion was... over oddly quickly. Keith's gut told him that something wasn't right, not a common occurrence but never wrong when it's come up before.

But he didn't even know where to start talking about what just happened, and with the CEDA agent going to check on the others in the chopper he didn't feel it was the time.

He turned to the window slits to look at his hometown.

Keith had always loved fire, even if fire loved him a bit too much. So there was an odd beauty to seeing the world burn.

"How had it come to this?" Keith thought in melancholy. "The movies taught us it takes 28 days for the world to go to hell.... I guess they were a week off."

He sighed aloud, there was nothing for it now... God he hated feeling so responsible.

He looked to the street, unable to see anyone still left. from the traffic it looked like people had abandoned their cars to get away. He looked closer in a morbid curiosity.

Then he saw something, something big.

It was a fleshy, sunburnt thing, towering over the car's around it. Keith would of thought that he had hallucinated it due to stress if a women next to him hadn't screamed and pointed out the troll like creature.

(5:00 hrs)

The massive, horrid thing ripped the road out of the ground and threw the heap of rock straight at them.

The pilot tried his best to get out of the way, but there was not enough time to avoid the bolder in the first place. The tail was ripped of the rest of the vehicle like paper.

The impact almost made Keith fall out then and there. The rubble from parts of the asphalt covered him and would of filled his lungs if he hadn't stopped breathing from the shock.

"Mayday! Mayday!" The pilot said as they plummeted to the earth, Keith barely heard him over the screams of the others, he was so fuelled with panic couldn't hear if he was screaming too.

The chopper hit the ground.

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(1:00 hr)

Keith woke up in pain. Not a rare occurrence to be fair, but this was a rare time that he woken up not on a bed.

He took note of where he could feel, all of his limbs felt terrible, but they moved when he told him too. So that was good. He turned his head, seeing human hand stick out from-

'Nope. Can't deal with that right now.' Keith's mind went as he turned his head the other way. 'Focus on you.'

He slowly got up, apart from the initial pain, there didn't seem to be anything he couldn't heal from. He felt a buzzing in his front pocket, his phone by some miracle had not been decimated by the crash.

He answered the phone.

"Hello?"

(00:60)

"Keith?!" Dave exclaimed from the other end. "Where are you?! I've been calling you for at least 3 hours now!"

"My whirly bird crashed! It was hit by.- God I don't even know, some huge fucking thing threw a slab of concrete at it! I survived the crash but I don't think anyone else did. I've been out that whole time."

(00:55)

"That's... Oh god that was your helicopter?! I saw that go down!"

"Where are you?"

"In a different one! I have Steven with me."

Oh thank God, was all Keith could think.

(00:50)

"Do you know where Paul and my parents are?"

"No, Last time I checked they were headed for evac with my family."

"And Ellis?"

"I don't know. Said something about his own way out?"

"Stay with Steve. I'll find a different evac point."

(00:40)

"Don't go t҉o҉ t҉h҉e҉ m҉a҉l҉l҉"

"What?"

"Don't go to the mall! I can see it being overrun from here!"

Keith didn't know what Dave meant by that, but he didn't have time to ask.

He realised Dave had said something.

"Dave you're breaking up"

"Steven wants to talk to you."

"Put him on"

(00:30)

"Keith?" said a shaky voice, it hurt his heart just to hear the boy like that.

"Hey Bouncy ball."

"Are you going to be ok?" This made Keith stop, he was never this direct.

"Of course! It's me after all! I always turn out ok!"

"Promise?" Steven sounded close to tears.

"I promise." Keith said. He knew he couldn't stay on for long "Stay with Dave, he'll look after you."

He heard a noise that sounded like a yes.

(00:20)

"OK, I'm going to find my way to you and everything will be fine ok?"

"And you won't let the monsters get you?"

"Nah, No monster could get me!"

His body had turned ice cold, he didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like what he was seeing when he looked between the lines.

But what could he do? He wanted to go look for the rest of his family, but that could lead to him getting into more danger. They could take care of themselves, Keith decided. They were smart people.

He breathed out, then spoke into the phone.

(00:10)

"I love you, ok Steven?" Keith said, knowing those could be his last words to him.

(00:09)

"I love y-" The phone cut out before Steven could finish. Keith quickly checked his phone, The battery was fine, but the connection had ceased to work.

(00:08)

He heard a noise, a scream from down the road.

(00:07)

He turned to look for the source of the voice, to see if he could help.

(00:06)

But the scream was swallowed up by a choirs of maddened roars

(00:05)

As he saw what could only be described as a title wave, Keith saw too late what Dave and Steven had meant.

(00:04)

Now all he could do was run.

(00:03)

He turned to do so,

(00:02)

But found the other side had a similar storm of bodies.

(00:01)

He braced himself, the hoard was upon him.

(00:00)

#left 4 dead 2 #l4d2 keith #ellis l4d2 #left 4 dead #l4d2 dave #l4d2 fanfic #l4d2 #l4d #valve #l4d2 ellis

[discordiansamba]

also have this snippet from the supernatural AU oneshot that I've had sitting in my WIP folder for two years bc it's a funny exchange

"Locked." Keith muttered. Hunk let out a breath of relief. "Well, nothing we can do about that! Guess our only choice is to head home and hit the hay." Keith just snorted, pulling something out of one of his belt pouches. Shining his flashlight on it, Hunk felt his heart drop. "Is that a…?" "-lock-picking kit?" Keith finished, crouching in front of the lock. "Why? You a cop?" "You're legally obligated to tell us if you are." Romelle added. "Okay, first of all, that's not even true." Hunk said. "And second of all… should we really be doing this? You know, breaking in? What if someone catches us?" "We were always going to break in, Hunk." Keith observed, setting to work on the lock. Romelle shone her flashlight on it, having already accepted her fate as an accomplice. "Besides, it's fine. Nobody lives here anymore, and there's no one around to see. We won't get in trouble."

#what's hidden next to you (will soon be seen) #hunk & romelle much later: wait. you can teleport. #keith: did you really think I was going to do that with the two of you around? #hunk & romelle: ooooooh good point. #romelle: actually wait. if you can teleport. why do you need a lock picking kit #keith: hobby

[chiropteracupola]

fan-fiction wip guessing game! song, sword, and rest :)

from my second fic for The Wolf and the Watchman, an Anna Stina/Johanna fix-it:

She still wears mourning for a man she had hardly known, but sometimes catches herself stepping quicker to see her skirts spin out. Even if her dress is steadfast charcoal black, it’s finery the like of which she has never had before, rich even in its grimness. If she is a widow, she is by no means the merry one out of the plays and songs, but she has her happiness, and of that, more than she had ever expected. Anna Stina does not know where her mother was truly laid to rest, and as for Kristofer Blix, who had chosen to make his grave at the bottom of a wintered-over harbor, there remains very little with which to make a funeral. The man who she had married had not been dredged from the icy water, and Anna Stina had been perfectly satisfied to place a churchyard stone over an empty grave rather than to dress his cold blue body for the coffin.

from the foth wormsfic:

He had never seen himself fully since his death, but the house had all the accoutrements that it ought to, silver and carved wood and antlers above the fireplace, books and worn leather and a mirror hanging in the hall. Keith pauses there in passing, having gotten a flash of his own reflection out of the corner of his eye. The man who looks back at him is recognizable, but only just. The whites of his eyes are yellowed and bloodshot, rolling glazed and dull in dark-circled, red-rimmed sockets. What is visible of his hair beneath the binding around his chin is lank and lifeless, dark against his pale, damp face. And his face itself — it barely looks like the one he remembers as his own. There is more wear on his face than he had recalled that his years of sword-service had laid on him, the scars on nose and chin and brow turned stark and silken with the years.

from the sharpe ladyhawke au:

Harris had heard poets describe love as a thing that glowed, bright and warm as a second sun. Having had but little experience of the sort of love that wasn’t paid for out of scraped-together small change, he had consequently never put much stock in such descriptions. But now, watching Sharpe and Teresa, he saw what was meant by a sort of joy so radiant that that they shone with it. Steadfast, sure-footed Teresa… Sharpe had lifted her off her feet, and she leaned into him and laughed like a waterfall of light. He spun them once, twice, Teresa’s boots swinging out into space, and then dropped her back to earth with an oath and a grimace, and pressed his hand to his lower back. And so it was that his face was caught in a mixture of surprise and pain and delight when Teresa reached up and kissed him there, and it was that expression that Harris thought he’d remember for the rest of his days.

#em writes stuff #the wolf and the watchman #heronposting #worms time #em is posting about sharpe #wow my organizational tags are Inconsistent across these pieces of media #but also I will not change it #I would normally not have posted something so near to the end of a fic like that but I wanted to give you something with teresa in #and currently I only have One fic with her (altho' also I have one where The Painful Absence of Teresa Moreno is a major character) #strangely for a series with many a song and many a sword those are not words I have used terribly often in sharpe fic just yet #perhaps a symptom of the fact that I have a terrible habit of leaving fight-scenes to the very last while writing

[all-action-all-picture]

Warlord No. 530, dated 17 November 1984. Killer Kane cover, not sure of the artist but it's possibly Keith Shone.

DC Thomson.

#killer kane #keith shone #17nov #1984 #warlord #dc thomson

[fishech]

𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒑: 𝑮𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒐, 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉, 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, 𝑹𝒊𝒐

◈𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏◈

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬.

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The sun shining on the sandy beach. Footprints are carved into the white sand

Rio: "Ha-ha-ha, Emma, this way!”

Emma: "Wait a minute, Rio!”

Emma: "Oh!”

Rio: "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Emma: "Yes. ...... Thanks, I'm fine. I didn't fall down thanks to you catching me”

Emma: "Your face ...... is so close..."

Rio: "Emma ......"

Emma: "Rio ......"

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Rio: "Then they look at each other longingly, and they are finally aware of each other."

Silvio: "Don't be delusional, you idiot!"

Rio: "What the hell!"

Silvio-sama hits Rio's head hard.

Silvio: "Your 'way of enjoying the sea' is nothing but evil thoughts. Don’t speak of fantasies about that woman”

Rio: "It's not a fantasy! My mistress wants this kind of romanticism.”

Silvio grabs Rio's head and tries to squeeze it unceremoniously.

(Even after leaving the court, things haven't changed, have they?)

(It's really beautiful)

This island, located in the territorial waters of Benitoite, was a scenic place surrounded by the sea and nature.

The sea, which I saw for the first time in my life, shone like a jewel in the sun.

(I could watch it for hours.)

( Oh, the wind.)

The long white dress shines against the blue sky, holding back the hat that was almost blown away by the sea breeze.

Rio said, "If we're going on vacation, let's dress like we're going on vacation.” which made my heart soar even higher

I was so excited to see the clothes that Rio had prepared for me.

???: "Hmm....it's hot and I'm tired ......"

???: "How can we take care of you” ***

???: "Are you okay? Do you want me to bring you some water?”

(hmm ......? It's kind of noisy over there.)

When I finally took my eyes off the sea, I found an unbelievable sight on the white sand beach.

Gilbert: "Forget the water, give me a cool breeze”

Sariel: "I didn't expect Gilbert-sama to be so vulnerable to the heat”

Keith: "I am surprised too. Gilbert-san seems to be able to do everything with a straight face.”

Gilbert: "It doesn't make sense to have a straight face now. Oh, I'm so tired...”

Gilbert is lying on a towel on the beach, surrounded by shadows under a large parasol.

The other is Keith, who is desperately waving the fan.

(I just took my eyes off them for a moment, and Gilbert's paradise has already been created.)

Emma: "Are you okay?"

Gilbert: "No, I'm not okay.......The little rabbit isn’t here.”

Gilbert, looking unimaginably limp, He reaches out and pats the beach near his face.

(What am I going to be made to do?)

I was wary, but as I tried to approach him, Rio held my right shoulder and Silvio held my left shoulder.

Rio: "You don't have to go. Gilbert-sama already has Keith-sama and Sariel-sama.”

Silvio: "Are you going to make use her lap as a pillow or something?”

Gilbert: "Oh, do you get it? She’s my friend” ***

Silvio: "Don't say such weird things. You'll have to put up with his lap. You dark-natured bastard.”

Keith: "Well, my knees are too hard, I'm sorry. Sariel, how about you?"

Sariel: "No thanks. If you want a pillow, I can bring one from the villa.”

Gilbert: "I don't want it if it's not the rabbit's lap.”

Silvio: "Stop whining. You were the one who wanted to come to the island in the first place. Stop being lazy and get up!”

Gilbert: "Eh........."

(As Silvio-sama said, Gilbert-sama seemed to be having the least fun...) ***

---flashback---

A few days ago.

Rio: "Oh, Silvio's private island?”

Emma: "Yes. He said I could invite up to five people, including myself.”

Emma: "Would you like to go with me, Rio?”

Even though I would be going to a strange place, I would not worried if I am with my dear friend who I had known for three years.

With this in mind, Rio was the first person I approached.

(With Rio, it would definitely be fun.)

Rio: "Of course, with pleasure! Spending a vacation on an island with Emma is ah,....a dream come true."

Emma: "Good. By the way, I think Silvio will be there as an organizer too.”

Rio:  “......”

Emma: "Don't look so upset. Silvio-sama said that he doesn't have to be counted, so there are only three of slots left.”

Rio: "Who else are you going to invite?"

Emma: "I can't really think of anyone.........."

???: "Well, I'll go with you.”

Emma, Rio: “huh....”

I heard an ominous voice from behind, and turned awkwardly with Rio.

Standing there were Gilbert-sama and Keith-sama.

Gilbert: "Silvio's private island....... I'm looking forward to it.”

Keith: "Gilbert, they look uncomfortable....”

Gilbert: "Don't worry, me and the little rabbit are friends.”

Emma: "Oh... friends?"

Gilbert: "If I say "friend", then we are friends. Since you are here, why don't you come with us Keith?”

Keith: "Well, I feel bad that I'm going with Emma and her friends on their vacation..." 

Emma: "No, Keith-sama is welcome to join us!”

(Since Gilbert-sama has forced his way in, I'd like to have more friends.)

(Keith-sama seems to get along with Gilbert-sama relatively well compared to the other princes.)

Keith: "Thank you, you are very kind.”

Gilbert: "Yes, the little rabbit is very kind"

Rio: "...... Emma, in this case, I think the last slot should be Sariel-sama. or almost certainly, something will happen. “

Emma : "Well...----- it would be reassuring to have him there in case something happens."

—-end flashback—-

(That's why we are all here....)

Gilbert-sama is not doing anything evil, he is just lying on the beach.

(I was wondering if he has a purpose, but I guess not...)

Silvio: "Well, that's all right. Leave the bastard with the eye patch alone. Don't overindulge yourselves.”

Keith, Rio, Sariel: "Yes, that's right, let's do that."

(Everyone is strong)

Silvio: "Anyway, woman, what are you going to do now ?"

Emma: “huh?”

Silvio: "There must be at least something you want to do. Tell me now.”

(Is there something I want to do on this private island? ......)

(Yes, that's right.)

Emma: "I want to explore this island.”

Gilbert: "Exploring? What a fun idea!”

The first one to take the bait is Gilbert, who jumps up quickly, even though he has been lying in a stupor a moment ago. 

Sariel: "............... You have suddenly become very energetic. I was really worried about you.”

Rio: "Sariel-sama, your expression looks terrible.”

Sariel: "Oops, excuse me."

Silvio: "Gilbert, what are you up to?"

Gilbert: "Haha, I'm not up to anything. I'm in full holiday mode right now. Keith, you like exploring too, don't you?"

Keith: "Yes, yes, I do. I'm also interested in the plants of this island.”

Gilbert: "Well, I guess the loyal dog is on his master's side, so it's 4 to 2, majority decision.”

Sariel: "But Emma, I am surprised that you want an adventure.”

Emma: "Actually, before I came to the island, I read a book based on Silvio's voyages. I especially liked the parts about the search for treasure on numerous islands and the exploration of places never before explored. ......!”

(I've always wanted to explore the islands)

Gilbert: "Oh, I read that one too. I always want to go on an adventure when I read the book of the voyage of Silvio, right?”

Keith: "I read it too, and it was everything I dreamed of doing when I was a kid. Silvio, you are a really great adventurer, aren't you?”

Silvio: "Is that so..?”

Rio: "Are you embarrassed?”

Silvio: "Don't say strange things!”

Silvio-sama grabbed Rio's head again, but he didn't seem to be satisfied.

Silvio: "Hey, glasses guy. Are you up for an adventure too?”

Sariel: "Yes, of course. If that's what you want, I have no objection.”

Sariel: “Just, Is there anything on this island?”

Silvio: "There is nothing really.”

Emma Gilberto Keith Rio: "Yes......"

Silvio: "but it was originally an island illegally occupied by pirates.”

Silvio: "It's not impossible that there might be treasure"

Emma: "Treasure !”

Gilbert: "Wow, that's a lot to explore. I've always wanted to do something like this.”

Keith: "I wonder what kind of treasure is buried here.”

Rio: "If it is a pirate's treasure, wouldn’t it be cursed jewelry or a phantom gold nuggets?”

Silvio: "You dream too much, idiot. Exploring is fine, but don't get your hopes up too high.”

Emma, Gilbert, Rio: "Yes..”

Sariel: "By the way, please do not do anything dangerous. If anything happens, I, the head of security, will have my head chopped off.”

Gilbert: "Don't worry. If something should happen, I will kill you in one shot, without causing you any pain.”

Sariel: "........I appreciate your concern.”

Emma: "Mr.Sariel, ...... your face is..”

Sariel: "Oops, excuse me."

(I can already see "my stomach hurts" written on your face, Sariel. I wonder if he's okay.)

Rio: "Master do not leave my side, okay? The sea and the forest are dangerous. That's right! Since we're here, hold my hand..."

Silvio: "Walk quickly. We'll go to the forest first.”

Rio: "Gosh, hey, can you please stop pulling me?”

He grabs Rio by the collar and drags him along, and Silvio-sama starts to walk ahead of him.

Gilbert-sama, who seems to be humming a song at the moment, followed him. 

I walked with Sariel and Keith, who put their parasols and fans on the beach.

(I didn't think exploring would be so hard!)

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

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[edupunkn00b]

Decoherence, Ch. 9: True Faith and Allegiance

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“I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same…” -United States Congressional Oath of Office

WC: 2112 - Rated: T - CW: swearing -

2035, April 9 - The White House, Washington, D.C., US

“Lo!” Remus shot up in bed, hand scrabbling at the cold, empty expanse next to him. “Lo?” he called again, louder, but the ensuite was dark, empty. He rushed to his closet, the lights automatically flicking on with his movement. His suits and dress shirts lined one rack, more casual clothes tucked neatly into their little cubbies along the other wall. 

“Lo?” he said one more time, quieter. Was it all a dream?

There was a sharp knock on the hidden door just before it opened and a Secret Service agent—Craig? No, Keith—stepped inside. “Mr. President? Are you alright? We heard shouting.”

“I’m fine, Keith, thank you,” Remus nodded, swallowing hard against the growing lump in his throat. It had felt so real. “Just a dream,” he smiled. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Very good, sir. Sorry to intrude,” he said and stepped back into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Both hands tracing the chain around his neck, Remus gently pulled it from under his pajama top and kissed the rings. They were warm to the touch, clinking quietly together in his shaking hands, and they shone under the bright closet lights. 

These rings were real. 

Lo was real. He had to be.

Lo’s voice echoed in his mind. “Find me, Meus… Find me…” Gold had glinted on his hand as he’d poured the wine. Their matching rings had clacked together when they’d held hands. It was real… real-ish, at least. The rings were real. 

He stood in front of the mirror, curls frizzed and sticking out from every which way on his head, eyes wild and he clung to the rings from his dream. 

His vision layered and he saw himself tucking two gold rings under his shirt. Under a bright green tank top, a worn and patched blue denim button down layered with a heavy leather apron. An open nehru collar, golden flowers stitched on green silk. A shirt and tie underneath a white lab coat emblazoned with CERN on the breast pocket.

It was all real.

The computer screen next to the closet door dinged and droned out the day’s agenda. Moving by rote, he let his hands ready himself for his jog, mind wandering through possibilities as he dressed. He needed more information and startling the Secret Service with out of the ordinary behavior was not the way to get it.

~

“Gladys,” he buzzed the intercom. “Can you gather my appointment books for the last six months, please?”

“Of course, Mr. President,” she chirped back, hesitancy in her voice. “Your calendar on your computer should be up to date, sir, if you wish to query it.”

“I… I know.” He’d already scoured the calendar for any mention of Lo. There’d been nothing. ‘Dr. Sanders’ floated through his mind, but he couldn’t find any Sanders or Lo named in any of his appointments. “The sign-in book sometimes has extra details. Assistants’ names, that sort of thing.”

“Understood,” she replied, clearly not understanding. But that was alright. It certainly wasn’t the first odd request he’d ever had, and likely wouldn’t be the last.

While he waited for her to gather the books from Archives, he paced the office, reciting his speech for the new Climate Accord ratification ceremony. He was due to tour the new flood plain outside San Francisco this afternoon, with Airforce One due to take off in three hours. He’d review as much as he could before the flight and, with any luck, might begin to unravel whatever the hell was going on.

2036, September 15 - London, England

Saturday dawned muggy and quiet.

Remus woke early, a swirl of thoughts pulling him in different directions from the moment he opened his eyes. He had the distinct sense of jet lag, but he’d finally drifted off at a reasonable hour the night before.

Shaking his head, he pulled himself out of bed and straightened the quilt before padding across the room to shower. The familiar space gradually cleared his mind and he moved automatically, stripping off his sleep shorts and quickly washing and conditioning his hair. He reached without looking for his face soap, wishing he could just as easily scrub away errant thoughts.

He stepped out of the shower and brushed his teeth, staring at himself in the mirrored cabinet. There were two doors. The right side had held his toothbrush, aftershave, and mustache wax. His hand shook as he opened the other side of the cabinet.

His toothbrush clattered to the basin.

The shelves were lined with familiar products. Another toothbrush. That vanilla spice pomade. A bottle of aftershave. An eyeglass repair kit.

Remus rinsed his mouth then pulled out the aftershave and uncapped it, breathing in the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood and vanilla. It was him. It was Lo’s. He was real, he’d been here. Carefully, reverently, he replaced the cap and moved to the wardrobe. It wasn’t until he’d caught sight of himself in the mirror that he realized he’d lost his gold chain.

Hand slapping his chest, his own gold ring sparkled. Remus stared down at his hand and touched the smooth gold band. If he was wearing his ring, where had Lo’s gone? 

One hand reached up and clawed at his neck where the chain had once been—had he worn it last night? He must’ve… He could feel it under his flannel pajama top. Without really thinking, he checked the hamper. But he hadn’t worn pajamas, just shorts. Too hot for that in their little flat with only a ceiling fan to keep it cool. 

Remus hurried back to the bed. He ripped off the quilt, feeling along the seams of the mattress, the pillow cases, the joints along the bed frame. He checked the floor and under the bed, retracing his steps between the closet and the main room.

Lo’s ring was gone.

He’d had two rings, hadn’t he?

He stared down at his hand. It looked right. A vague recollection of making a ‘practice’ ring for his brother and his partners flitted across his mind and he shook his head. 

Coffee. Everything would make more sense with a little coffee. He started toward the bedroom door and realized he hadn’t dressed, so he took a moment to straighten the quilt and pillows on the bed, the mundane action meditative, then opened the wardrobe.

His own clothes were there, familiar and worn.

But, impossibly, so were Lo’s. They weren’t labeled, of course, but… These were Lo’s. A rotating tie rack held a rainbow of colors, hanger after hanger of neatly pressed button down shirts and soft sweater vests. He stepped into the closet and pressed one to his face. It smelled like him.

Lo was real. So where the fuck was he?

Remus dressed quickly and hit the streets. Shoving his keys in his jacket pocket, his fingers brushed his phone screen. He yanked it out. Two missed calls.

Stabbing at the screen, he sighed, disappointment and guilt mixing when he saw it was his brother, and he checked his voicemail. Just Ro announcing they’d made it to the train station for their trip, then again just before they hit the trail to the cabin and lost cell service. Remus scrolled through his call history and found Lo’s contact. 

He was real. He was in his phone. Remus’ thumb shook as he tapped call, but the number went right to a generic voicemail greeting announcing the mailbox was full.

Sighing, Remus pocketed the phone and let his feet guide him down the quiet pavement.

~

Remus walked for hours, finally looking up when his grumbling stomach reminded him he’d skipped breakfast. He turned on the spot, working out just where he’d ended up. He’d passed a café down the street and the rich scents of freshly baked bread and syrupy coffee drinks grew stronger as he approached, likely the trigger of his sudden hunger.

He got a table outside and, after drinking half his coffee in one gulp, nursed the rest as he waited for his order. Foot traffic had picked up during his walk, and the quiet street had transformed around him into its typically bustling state.

Families filled the pavement, likely taking in a bit of fresh air before the late afternoon sun left the streets too balmy to breathe. A doting couple stopped in front of the hat shop—a haberdashery, Lo’s voice filled in—across the street, one turning to the other to straighten a skewed collar.

It hurt to watch, and Remus looked away, fuzzily scanning the opposite side of the street. His eyes snagged on a man at the far end, distinctive blue and grey Aldi’s vest tucked under one arm, eyeglasses barely visible, head down as he maneuvered through the busy walkway. But his raven hair was unmistakable.

Heedless of traffic, Remus stood and ran across the street, only vaguely registering a blaring car horn. He waved it away and stopped a dozen paces from the man.

“Lo—” he began but the man wore no recognition in his eyes and the splash of grey at his temples and lines around his mouth and forehead weren’t Lo's. Remus started to turn away, but then remembered. “Wait—you’re the guy at the store.”

The man—his name badge said ‘Luke’—looked him up and down and shook his head. “Yeah, I don’t know you,” he said, side stepping him and continuing on his way.

“Please, wait!” Remus called after him, stopping short when a large group of young tweens poured out of the Daiso shop next to him, chattering about their purchases. “Wait, Luke, please, do you know—”

He wormed his way through the gaggle of laughing children but by the time he’d cleared the throng, Luke was nowhere to be seen. Moving more carefully this time, he crossed back to the café and reclaimed his seat. Dreams clashed with reality but Remus was now more certain than ever Lo really was out there.

He just had to find him.

1838, August 21 - Wyoming, United States

“Knock, knock, knock,” Ro called from the other side of the heavy bottom half of Remus’ barn-turned-workshop door. He unlatched the little hook and pushed it open, hinges creaking. With a peal of laughter, Virge dashed into the room ahead of him, a flash of denim and grasses clutched in his hand. 

“Uncka Re! Wook wha’ I made!” Virge announced proudly, tugging his sleeve and drawing him closer to the big workbench in the center of the barn.

Remus pulled off his smoke-lensed visor and lifted his newly four-year-old nephew up onto a stool. “Well, look at that,” he murmured, tilting his head at the hay-stuffed doll Virgil walked across the worn wooden surface. “May I?” he asked, hefting the toy in his palm.

“Poppy he’ped me put sand in his tummy and feet and hands so he’d sit,” he grinned, clapping briefly when Remus sat him up against a roll of spectrometry paper. The doll sported big eyes, dark blue dots with wide circles drawn around them in the shaky hand of a four-year-old still learning to write.

“He’s wonderful, Virge,” Remus ruffled his hair with a smile. “What’s his name?”

Virgil laughed up at him, his tiny face scrunched adorably. “Unka Woe!” He pointed at the circles around the doll’s eyes. “See? Those are his g’asses!”

“What?” Remus’ wrench hit the floor, narrowly missing his toe and taking a big bite out of the packed dirt floor. “What’d y’say?” 

“Hey, Vee,” Ro crouched down and met Virgil’s eyes. “What’s this little guy’s name?”

The little boy’s smile wavered as he looked between his uncle and his dad. “He’s my friend,” he finally said, plucking up the doll and hugging it close before curling into Ro’s arms. He tucked his chin over Ro’s shoulder and watched Remus’ expression.

“Oh, you’re all tuckered out from running your foals, aren’t you?” Ro cooed. “How about we get a little supper into you and then call it a night, yeah?”

He nodded against his dad’s shoulder, nervous eyes following Remus’. “Y’can ho’d him,” he whispered and pushed the doll into Remus’ hands. Virge smiled and wiggled the doll in his hands. “He says ‘It’s supper time.’” 

“Come, now, Meus…” Lo’s laughter fills my mind. “The dynamo needs to charge. You worked through the midday… It's supper time.”

“Oh, really?” I pull off the smoked visor and tiptoe closer, swooping in at the last moment to scoop Lo up into my arms. He’s warm and solid and melts into my hold like he was meant to be there. “Only if you come along with me!”

“I reckon he does,” Remus nodded, ruffling Virge’s hair. “Lead the way!”

#Decoherence #ts logan #ts remus #intrulogical #Logan Sanders #Remus Prince #ts roman #ts patton #ts janus #ts virgil #ts lucas #Roman Prince #Patton Hart #Janus Pater #Lucas Sanders #Roman Sanders #Janus Sanders #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #for the character tags #human au #alternate universes #physics #tssstorytimesubmission2023 #tss storytime 2023 #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic

[kidgetrash]

Monsters and Mana 2 - Save The World, Get The Girl - Chapter Two

Character:  Keith Kogane, Pidge Gunderson/Katie Holt, Lance McClain, Hunk Garrett, Shirogane Takashi, Coran, Princess Allura, Matt Holt

Pairings:  Keith/Pidge

Warnings!:  This is going to be one looooonnnggg fic! I think? So far I'm barely into the plot and I have four chapters, so let's see how far we go! I'll add warnings as they come up!

Chapter Summary: Prince "Keith" and his faithful valet, Billy, arrive at the castle of King "Matt"...

A/N: Okay, this got really confusing for me really fast, so although they have character names I will be referring to them as their actual names, it'll help, trust me!

Prince Theophilus “Keith” of Qiomend marched across the flagstones in the great hall of Ephebe castle, his boots making a rhythmic sound as he walked towards the empty throne.  Smaller than the one he was raised in, it was no less grand, its tapestries and furniture intricate and beautiful, but he had no need to look around.  He was familiar with the room, having met with King “Matt” Z’opetes several times in the past months to discuss the joining of their two countries in a peace treaty that would bring them both safety and prosperity.  He had dressed appropriately, when called to attend those who would be his new ally, practically but showing his wealth, his red and gold brocade tunic while elaborate was also easy to move in while offering protection in its quilting.  Black pants coated his toned legs, running into black buckled boots that shone despite his long journey.  His cape hung over one shoulder, again red but with gold lining, fluttering as he walked.  Belted to his waist sat his sword.  It had been his grandfather’s, handed down upon his death, and Keith had honed his skills with its blade.  He led his own troops to keep up morale and his own training in top shape.  As such, his military training and skill with a blade were renowned through many of the realms.

A few steps behind came Billy “Lance”, valet to the prince.  His loyalty was as well known as his prince, they were raised together as companions, Lance receiving valet training while Keith took on his princely duties.  He stood as tall as his prince, a fine six foot that was looked upon appreciatively by many, but was more slender, testament to the battle training he had received should his prince ever need assistance.  His outfit too was more modest.  A deep blue tunic over matching pants.  His boots came to mid-calf, leather in a simple design, his woollen cloak simple yet warm.  He too had a sword at his waist, though far less intricate than Prince Keith’s it was no less sharp nor deadly.

Ahead of them stood three more people.  Keith didn’t like being late but he had no idea who these people were or when they had been asked to attend, therefore he put it from his head and instead examined what he could see.  The two male figures were taller than himself by a few inches, but there their similarities ended.  One had defined muscle from head to toe, the kind of muscle created by years of hard tasks and trials.  His clothing was made of soft, brown leather, buffed until the sheen was gone, easy to move in while offering protection from who knew what could be thrown at him.  His hair was jet black save for the very front tuft which was a shock of white.  His face, while handsome, said he had seen his share of horrors in this world and was no longer impressed by them, the aged scar across his nose showing someone had got the best of him at least once.  Standing several feet away, the other man was sturdier built, someone who knew he had stopping power and knew how to use it to his advantage.  He was dressed in a lavish fur cape from a snow wolf, white and grey fur catching the torchlight as he moved to see the newcomers.  His skin tone marked him as Snagori, the currently quiet country to the north who had made it no secret that they would take Ephbe and Qiomend, should the opportunity arrive.  A large sword was strapped to his back, one that was at least twice as thick as prince Keith’s own, with nicks along its length from heavy use.

Finally, the third, a woman in soft, white armour, snow white hair cascading down her back.  Her hair bore complicated braids with beads threading through it.  A large jewel hung around her neck, sitting against her breast like a prize meant to tempt.  She wore no weapons, that anyone could see, but none of them doubted that she was harmless in any way.

Keith and Lance reached them, nodding a greeting to them before his eyes fell on the empty throne.

‘It is very unlike King Matt to be late, your highness.’  Lance leaned towards his prince and murmured quietly.

‘I am sure he will be here any moment.’  Keith assured him, knowing that for Matt to not be here when he had an audience waiting was very out of character.

He had no more time to ponder the situation, however, as the doors to the side of the throne flew open.

Forgot to link chapter one!

Masterlist is now up!

#kidge #kidgetrash #voltron #fanfic #monsters and mana

[lilflowerpot]

I'm not sure if you answered something like this yet (because, and believe me I say this in the most positive way, There's So Much (and I super duper love it)), but after reading your take on galra entertaining, I wonder if Keith ever faced issues growing up bc he just wanted to see stuff be bloodier and rougher on tv and stuff. (I'm not saying that stuff doesn't exist, but probably by the time he knew how to find it, he was probably made to feel ashamed of it, or at least to see it as something "wrong" with him) (Also I know entertainment is based a lot on the social context but that but of galra could've shone through)

((there’s literally So Much ikik,, much like the fic itself this blog has snowballed beyond my wildest imaginings))

Given that we’re talking about entertainment here, I’d argue that the galra populace’s general taste is predominately a result of nurture over nature—by which I mean that, irrespective of biology or instinct, it’s more likely that how they’re socialised has greater bearing on what they deem entertaining than some innate species-wide trait—but either way it’s not actually the violence itself that tends to get the galra people going,, it’s the competitive element. As a typically high-energy kinetic people, the galra like physical challenges because such things tend to appeal to their nature: any blood/injury is more byproduct than endgame. Additionally there’s the idea of justice to consider, because I do think of the galra as operating on “an eye for an eye” kind of system that’s considered very blunt but also generally fair (ie. to take a life outside the confines of that which is considered fair and just is to forfeit your own right to live, ergo the punishment would fit the crime in a very literal sense).

Under Zarkon’s rule, yes, there is a certain cultural cruelty that has been deliberately fostered due to the emperor being hell-bent on universal conquest for literal millennia, and therefore wanting to cultivate a society that best serves his purposes but... I’d definitely rather steer clear of this idea that there’s this entire race of “inherently violent” people,,,, I feel like the slew of harmful implications behind that narrative are obvious enough that I don’t need to explain them.

So far as this relates to Keith, he wasn’t born with any sort of biological impulse that drove him to seek out violent/gory media, but he has always had an innate sense of justice and so very much enjoyed narratives in which the villain got what was coming to them... the misunderstanding therein being that outsiders perhaps mistook his pleasure at seeing a violent end befall a violent person as being a taste for violence itself—which, as you can imagine, when combined with his galra bonding instincts, [ 1 | 2 ] painted an unflattering and incredibly unfair picture of him as some sort of degenerate from a young age.

#Ao3 Little Blade #sa screams back #galra history & culture #keith kogane

[cedarboots]

I'm curious about everything, but do please tell us about Literal Heron Husbands! (Is it the husbands that are literal, or is it the herons?)

It's the herons that are literal! This one is a Flight of the Heron AU based (loosely) on the Crane Wife folktale that I may or may not ever finish and publish.

Snippet here (which is most of the WIP):

It was the noise of a shot that caught his attention. Ewen looked up sharply— Lachlan, on the far side of the valley, was lowering his gun. 

“What was that?” he called.

“A great bird,” was Lachlan’s faint reply, “a heron, I am sure. I only clipped it.”

“Not another heron!” Ewen frowned, riding closer. “You will depopulate the whole country of them, if you go on this way. But I suppose we had better find the spot where the poor creature fell. If we do find it alive, I forbid you to kill it, Lachlan!”

He grumbled, but off they went, cresting the top of the hill and picking their way through the stones on the far slope. Ewen’s horse was nimble, raised a Highlander just as he himself had been, and it was a graceful, easy descent. 

At the foot of the hill was a small burn, which ran into a thicket of gorse and low-boughed trees. He scanned all along the bank, but there was no sign of the heron— no piercing cry, and no still gray shape among the heather. Tugging at the rein, he turned the horse downstream and rode a little ways toward the thicket. This effort yielding no more success than before, he was about to turn back and ask Lachlan to look further afield when he heard a faint, but distinctly English, “God damn!”

It had come from under the trees. There was a gap in the thicket nearby, and he urged his horse through it, all thought of the heron forgotten. Branches and twining vines snagged at his plaid; there was no real path, so they shouldered through from open space to open space, Ewen listening intently for another curse. 

He heard a twig snap to his left, and turned at once, ducking under the branch of a tree. They emerged into a claustrophobic little clearing, overshadowed by branches— but light shone through one gap caused by a broken bough onto the scarlet coat of an English officer.

The man was lying on the ground, propped up against the base of the tree. His hat and wig were a little askew, and his uniform had upon it smudges of dirt; one leg was stretched out before him, and Ewen saw bright new blood creeping up his stocking. When the Englishman saw Ewen his eyes narrowed, and he made a mighty effort to get to his feet.

“How came you here, sir?” he snapped.

“I live here, sir,” was Ewen’s bemused reply. The strangeness of the circumstances had ruffled him enough that he added, “Have you seen a heron hereabouts?” 

The Englishman stared. “What?”

“My brother believes he has shot a heron. Have you seen any bird fall from the sky?”

There was a long silence, in which the man sized him up with wary hazel eyes and pretended his leg was not trembling beneath him.

“I— yes,” he said at last. “It fell through the trees, just here. It startled my horse.”

He made a sharp gesture that encompassed the broken branch on the ground, the absence of horse, and his wounded leg. 

“I am sorry for it,” said Ewen. “May I ask your name, sir?”

The Englishman did not bow. “Captain Keith Windham, of the Royal Scots.”

“Ewen Cameron,” returned Ewen, and dismounted his horse.

Captain Windham drew his sword. 

“Oh, come,” Ewen said, really disappointed, “I had rather not fight a wounded man.”

“I am more than capable, wounded or no,” the Captain replied stiffly.

“I see you are a man of honor; you need not prove it to me.”

When this met with no answer, Ewen sighed.

“Do at least tell me what happened to the heron. Is it dead?”

“No,” said Captain Windham, “it flew off, along with my horse and my entire company. Your sword, sir— unless you are afraid.”

That was a low blow, and Ewen had just laid his hand to the hilt of his weapon when something on the ground caught his eye. He bent to pick it up, certain that the impeccably honorable Captain Windham would not attack a stooping man. 

It was a feather, long and gray-blue like slate, or the sky before a storm. There was a smear of blood on its edge.

“This must be from the heron, poor fellow,” he said. “I am glad it escaped with the rest of its feathers. Still, this one I shall keep, as spoils of war.” He tucked it into his sporran. “Now, sir, must we fight, or will you return with me to my house and let me give you shelter?”

Captain Windham’s face, pale to begin with, was drained of color. 

“No,” he said dully, “I cannot fight you, Mr. Cameron, as you well know.”

This was a very sudden about-face, but if the Captain had seen sense Ewen had no intention of arguing with him. 

“I am glad to hear you say so. Come, you shall have my horse, and we will go and find Lachlan together.”

He helped Windham mount the horse; the Captain made no move to resist, his every limping action bespeaking resignation.

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