Keith disappears (probably run off but you can go the route of kidnapping). They find Keith with a massive gash and he's delirious from blood loss. Lance is like "You're the worst friend I've ever had." So Keith is like "You're a horrible friend too. You'd make a better boyfriend." Then Keith pretends not to remember once he's fully healed.
Finallyyyyy it’s finished
You’d make a better boyfriend
Also new setup yaayyyyy
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“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Him and James were talking, and James must’ve said something, because Keith slapped him and stormed away. I can’t find him!”
“Alright, get the others and we’ll meet at the castle and make a plan.”
Lance hung up the phone and pushed his way out of the crowded hotel in a panic. This was supposed to be a relaxing, fun vacation with some of the best Garrison pilots, Romelle, Coran, Allura, and everyone else, but nooo, James just had to ruin it. Who invited him, anyway?
Arriving after Allura and Hunk, Lance found Pidge and they had headed towards Coran’s rented beach house, which they called the Castle. They’d already booked a hotel before they knew about it, so they only went there for celebrations or gatherings or to meet for plans. Like this time.
Pidge got to the door first, slamming her body against it as the handle turned, and both her and Lance tripped inside the room. Allura had brought a map, and she and Hunk had it spread across the floor. Coran and Shiro came in, and they had devised a search plan by the time Veronica, Acxa, and Romelle arrived.
Pidge and Hunk would look into security cameras around the city. In secret, of course. Going to jail wasn’t on the agenda. Allura would check the hotel and the surrounding area, and Coran would check the beaches around the island. Shiro and Veronica would head to the west half, while Romelle and Acxa would ask around and skim the east half. Lance tasked himself with Acxa and Romelle’s jobs, just a hell of a lot more thorough on the whole island.
With the nine of them, they were sure to find Keith.
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Hoetron, 47 minutes later
pidgeon-of-the-sky: GUYS WE FOUND HIM
pidgeon-of-the-sky: back entrance of that bar we went to yesterday, hurry
pidgeon-of-the-sky: he’s in bad condition
they-call-him-the-tailor: WHAT
pidgeon-of-the-sky: hurry
they-call-him-the-tailor: omw
romellephant: me too
shitogane: calling 911
“Keith, are you okay? Look at me, man.”
Pidge lifted Keith’s chin up with two fingers and wiped a smear of blood away from his forehead with her thumb. “Lance and everyone else is gonna be here soon. Come on.”
“Lance?” Keith’s voice was dazed, like he wasn’t fully there.
“Yeah.”
“I like Lance.”
Pidge nodded and took off her sweater, wrapping it around Keith’s leg to cover the long bloody gash, probably from a knife. She guessed he might’ve gotten into a bar fight after what happened with James.
“I know. Can you stand?”
“Maybe… I don’t know.”
Sighing, Pidge put her arm under Keith’s and stood up, taking the latter with her. He stumbled and leaned against the rough brick wall for support, but he looked to be fine with walking. They made it to the front of the bar before Keith collapsed, covering his forearms in more scrapes from the sidewalk. Lance, along with the others, were now running towards them, Shiro with his phone to his ear, calling 911.
Ducking out from under Keith, Pidge slipped out of the way to let a frantic Lance carry him. She stepped away to join the small crowd of their friends, gathered around Shiro.
“Mm… Lance, is that you?”
“Yeah. You can’t scare me like that, man. You can’t do that to me.”
Keith’s brows furrowed in anger and confusion. “You’re mean. A bad… bad friend.”
“Well, so are you.” Of course Lance didn’t mean it, but it was one of those impulsive, in-the-moment lines. And friends shouldn’t disappear and make the other worry, especially if the one worrying had a tiny non-crush on the other.
“You know what?”
Lance helped him get to the edge of the sidewalk, both hearing the ambulance sirens from the right. Keith was practically leaning on him, weak and delirious from blood loss. “What?”
“You’d make a much better boyfriend than a friend.”
“What?” Lance’s head whipped around to face Keith, who kept his eyes on the ground.
He nodded, anger faded away and replaced with dazed content. “Yeah. You’d be a better boyfriend.”
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“Can I have a moment alone with him, guys?”
It was early the next day, and Keith had gotten minor surgery and James had gotten a long talk from everyone else (and a “minor” beating too, but no one needs to know that). Lance was now requesting a few minutes with Keith in private, getting a nod from everyone else. They filed out with quiet chatter following.
Lance now stood at the side of Keith’s hospital bed (I just realized I’ve written Keith in the hospital twice now), staring down at him. Keith didn’t meet his eyes.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Cue awkward pause.
“So what was that thing you said yesterday? About me making a better boyfriend than a friend?”
Keith’s mind wrapped around that memory. He remembered, of course, but he couldn’t let Lance know that. His mind took that tiny little snippet of time and hid it away from his eyes, so Lance couldn’t look and see. Keith rubbed his forehead and pretended to be oblivious.
“What are you talking about?”
“The thing. That you said. I remember, you said that I would make a much better boyfriend than a friend.”
“I have no idea what you’re saying.”
“Oh, come on!” Lance threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Pidge gave you to me? I said you couldn’t scare me like that? You said I was a bad friend? That I’d make a better boyfriend? Keith. We. Had. A. Bonding. Moment. I… I cradled you in my arms!”
“Nope. Don’t remember. Didn’t happen.”
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Over This Whole ‘School’ Thing
Dick leans on the railing of the school building's roof as he watches the building the deal’s about to go down in. It’s an abnormally quiet night, which is great, since it’s the first night he’s getting to take Danny out on patrol with him since he joined the bat clan.
It was pretty obvious that Danny had suspected them of being the bat clan the moment Masters dropped him on their porch, and finally getting confirmation that he was in the know and actually wanted to help was probably the best thing of Dick’s year.
Now, waiting on the Joker’s goons to show up for a deal, he’s glad he’s getting the chance to hang out with his newest brother(excepting Oracle on the comms, of course.). It was almost relaxing just sitting together on a quiet stakeout, and listening to the noises of Gotham and the occasional siren wailing in the distance.
“You know, I never actually liked school.”
Dick jumps when Danny finally starts a conversation. He’s been very quiet the entire time and it was almost startling how quickly he moved from dead silence to noise. It was almost a surprise that he decided to start a conversation at all, given how quiet he’d been since coming to the manor. Alfred is probably the only one he talks with regularly, now that he thinks about it.
“How so?” Dick asks hesitantly. God knows that he had a pretty rough time in school too, so he may not be the best person to talk with about the subject. “I thought Masters said your schooling was just fine? Your records didn’t say anything either.” Dick trails off a bit when Danny flinches at the mention of Masters. It’s not the first time he’s acted hesitant about the man, but nobody has been able to figure out the mystery or get any information about him yet.
“I wasn’t exactly popular, you know? Lotta bullies in small town schools, and my life outside school kinda kept bleeding over into class time. Sucked hardcore.”
That was new. Danny hasn’t really talked about his school experience before now, but it could be where they are at the moment prompting this, Dick thinks as he gazes out over the run-down neighborhood they’re watching.
“I wasn’t exactly ‘mister popular’ back then, myself.” He starts warily, smothering his words in fake cheer. “High society kids don’t take well to ‘circus freaks’ stealing their opportunities and invading their school. Couldn’t do much about it either because I didn’t want to tell Bruce I was struggling.” Dick drops a bit of the over-the-top peppy mask as he thinks about it.
“So what did you do about it?” Danny leans over, peering at the older vigilante as he waits for an answer.
“Got tired of it and beat them up after a couple months. They gossiped about it for months and refused to talk to me for a while. It was pretty sweet, actually.” He sighs in contentment at the memory. “Bruce and Alfred were pretty disappointed in me though. Practically grounded me for weeks.”
Dick preened as Danny let out a chuckle.
“Man, I wished my parents cared that much about my education. ‘A Fenton always gets A’s. Or in your Dad’s case B-‘s.’ was something Mom always said.” Danny seems to droop as he thinks of his parents. It’s obvious something happened there, but he’d usually shut down immediately if anyone brought them up.
“On top of the ‘out of school’ activities taking over my life, this dickhead named Dash made it his personal mission to ruin my day every time we interacted.” Dick busts out laughing as Danny considers what he said, before freezing and slapping his hands over his face. “Ancients, I didn't even think of that- sorry Dick. He was definitely an asshat though. Real piece of work, that one!” Danny chirped mock-cheerfully. “Did you know that if you’re really flexible you can fit in a half size locker?”
Dick freezes at the sudden question. “Uh… No?” He replies warily. The idea of someone being inside a locker that small physically pained him, and he really didn’t want to think about why Danny would know that.
Why anyone would shove his little brother into a locker.
He pushed the fear and guilt boiling in his gut down and turned to Danny with a smile. “How would you feel about online classes?”
Danny whips his head around to stare at Dick like he grew a second head. “Online?” He asks tentatively, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
“Online.” Dick agrees quietly.
Danny stares out over the dreary scenery and the sun just starting to shine light over the edge of the horizon. ‘The only time you can see it through the smog’ Dick muses as Danny thinks about his offer.
“I think I would like online school. It might help.” Danny admits in a quiet voice, hands gripping the railing almost painfully tight(For a second Dick thought he saw the metal give a big, but that must have been a trick of the light. Danny’s blood tests didn’t have the meta gene.). “And thank you… For offering to do that for me I mean.” Danny mumbles.
“Of course! What are older siblings for!” Dick beams at him, only faltering a little at the well concealed hurt in Danny’s face. It was pretty obvious that he was just about to shut down the conversation completely, when the batcom went off. Perfect timing.
Dick waves the com in Danny’s direction. “Looks like our clown friend got picked up across town on his way here.” Danny glances up in confusion as Dick hops off the railing he had been sitting on. “You want to race back?”
Danny visibly perked up as he hopped over the railing and pulled his grapple out of his belt pocket. He smirked Devilishly and took off before Dick could even hop over the railing.
“Get back here! I never said start!” Dick yelled out after Danny as they sped across the rooftop and swung between buildings chasing each other back to the cave.
Back home.
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To everyone calling Nancy Wheeler straight-laced, may I present to you my case for why she is unhinged and chaotic as fuck with a helpful list of misdemeanors and felonies she has canonically committed on the show to date (yes I’ve kept a record):
Breaking and entering (multiple counts)
Trespass (multiple counts)
Lying to law enforcement (multiple counts)
Forgery
Larceny (multiple counts)
Burglary
Theft of police-confiscated goods
Grand theft auto
Damage of public property
Vandalism (multiple counts)
Aiding and abetting the prime suspect in an ongoing serial murder case
Infiltrating a high security government laboratory and recording classified intelligence before publicly publishing it
Infiltrating a private hospital ward under a false identity to study a vulnerable patient like a lab rat
Infiltrating a high security mental hospital under a false identity to interrogate a mass murderer and fleeing security upon being caught
Harassing the elderly (multiple counts)
Child endangerment (multiple counts)
Stabbing a twelve-year-old with a red-hot poker
Reckless driving (multiple counts)
Unlawful possession of (stolen) firearms
Sawing off the end of a shotgun
Assault with a deadly weapon (multiple counts)
Under age drinking (multiple counts)
Homicide
Fashion crimes
Can’t wait to see what crimes she commits while not giving a single flying fuck in Season 5.
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It's still fucking wild to me how many moments in BBC Merlin scream out with pure love and devotion between Arthur and Merlin.
I mean take the journey to Ismere for example, Merlin is so ready to give up on Gwaine and Percival, which seems so unbelievable but that's just the point Merlin's gotten to in the last three years (I believe it all comes from him killing Agravaine, something shifts with him in that moment)
And then you have Arthur as loyal and stubborn as ever to his men.
Which how you get him saying his men are more than friends, more than brothers. It's so wild, like what does that leave Arthur, what does that bloody leave.
And Merlin replies with "I understand. I wish I didn't, but I do."
It's so like, what is this, what is this. Why do they gaze into each other's eyes for 9 damn seconds after that.
Truly is a conversation that feels so layered, they never directly talk about their care for each other directly, and it feels like such a roundabout way of saying it, while Arthur also makes it clear that he would never abandon his men and it's so honestly wild.
Because it is so gay sdjhfgjhsdfg
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