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April Fools PART 3

[OUTSIDE OF THE IKEBUKURO GUILD]

Your party had arrived at the famous guild of all Toshima,The Ikebukuro Guild,whose members are full blooded fighters that fight everyday at an underground coloseum of the guild, There the guiild master Claude sits on his seat watching the gladiators fight to their hearts content,hearing the cheers of the audience and basking in triumph,

Harumo: Whoah!, Its huge, Is this the Ikebukuro Guild.?

Shiro: Yes,Do you not remember?,This is the place where you rescued Kengo,

Kengo: Hey!,I wasn’t rescued,You came here just to convince me to comeback to school,

Harumo: Wow, I really rescued you Kengo?.

Kengo: No,you didn’t, Hey Shiro! stop lying to Harumo.

Shiro: If memory serves, he saved you during that exception incident.

Kengo: Ahhh, Fine,You annoying bookworm.

Shiro: What was that?!.

Ryota: Hey Kengo, What do exactly have in mind to help Harumo about his memories?.

Kengo: Didn’t i tell you, We go there,Harumo is gonna fight someone,Easy peasy.

Harumo: Do i really have a saying for this plan?.

Kengo: You’ll be fine,You’ve dealt much more worse than this.

Your party waik towards the entrance doors of the large building,When stopped by the guilds trusty guard dog and questioned.

Garmr: Stopped,Why Kengo here. Garmr no like you....

Harumo: Uhmmm Guys, who’s he.?

Kengo: Oh right, Thi-

With one word from your mouth,Garmr quickly realizes he’s master is here and jumped on top of Kengo and pounced at you,Licking you with excitement and tail wagging furiously to see he’s master infront of him.

Garmr: Master!, Garmr missed master,Garmr wants master to pet him.

Harumo: Okay... G-Good boy?

Moritaka: No, That compliment is not for you Moritaka,you must resist the temptation, Im a proud warrior.

Toji: Inuzuka, is something wrong?.

Moritaka: No,Nothing at all.

Garmr: Wait, Why master here?.

Kengo: Harumo is gonna fight someone.

Garmr: Master fight?!,Tell Snow now......

Garmr rushed to the building to inform Snow about a fight,That everyone will not missed,You however is getting nervous from it,since you’re gonna fight someone inorder for you to summon your sacred artifact.

Kengo: Welp, Lets go in.

Harumo: Wait,already?.

Kengo: Yeah, People are gonna love it.

Summoners: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

[Claude’s Office}

Claude,Guild master of the Ikebukuro Guild,Organizer of the fights on the coloseum, With the massive wealth he inherited,He build the great coloseum for his own amusement,to watch he’s gladiators fight to their hearts content.There in his office he Sits on his desks looking quite bored as he reads the documents compiled on his desks,

Claude: Hm, It seems im getting quite bored with this fights, I wish a miracle would happen right now.

Snow:Darling master,I humbly apologize if the fights are adding to your boredom,I’ll negociate with some guilds to have a fight on the coloseum.To ease your boredom.

The room falls silent,....Until Garmr jumped out of the doors like a madman and quickly taiks to Snow,Whom is quite aggitated by the rude behavior.

Snow: Garmr!,What did i told you about opening doors.

Garmr:Ummm,Sorry, Master here,Said he wants to fight.

Claude:Is that so?... HAHA!,Our dear gladiator never cease to surprise us,He has saved me from this painful boredom,Snow set our gladiator to fight Macan.

Snow:As you wish darling master, Garmr lead Harumo to the a room to prepare.

Garmr:Yes Snow, WOOF.

Claude whom 2 minutes ago was bored and now back to his usual charismatic grin,Snow waiks towards the locker room where Macan is,Garmr leads Harumo to a room in order to prepare for his inevitable fight with the number 1 ranker of the Ikebukuro Guild,Macan.

Your party were waiking towards the underground coloseumn,When you were pounced by Garmr to come with him to the room for preparations.

Harumo: Wait,Im going to fight right now.Also who is it im going to be fighting.

Garmr: Master Claude said Macan.

Kengo:You’ve got to be kidding me here, Macan really is it that too much.

Shiro:Well for starters,They don’t know about Harumo”s memories being lost.Though,It is a little bit too much to pair him to Harumo already.

Kengo:Little bit?!,We’re taiking about the number 1 ranker of the guild,plus a bloodthirsty monster that literally wants to eat everything.

Ryota:Can he really eat anything?,Really?

Moritaka: I sure hope Harumo will be able to remember how to summon his sacred artifact from this plan.

Toji: Im starting to doubts in this plan of your Takabushi.

Kengo:Do you guys think i would let my partner be in harms way.

Besides im going to be his teamate in this fight,So you don’t have worry.

Harumo:Really?,You’re going to be my teamate in this fight.

Kengo:Yeah, I promised that i will protect you and fight with you side by side.

Harumo:Pro..missed...

A sudden image appeared in your mind ,A picture of 2 hands shaking as a sign of deal,Appeared on Harumo”s mind. The scenario was a bit shaky and Harumo was in a state of blank in reality.

Ryota:Uhm,Harumo? You okay?.

Harumo:Oh, Yeah, I just ......remembered.. something.

Shiro:What is it?.

Harumo:Hm,...Ah,Its a bit blurry,But i saw ...two hands shaking.

Shiro:Two hands? Shaking?.....Hm

Shiro: It appears to be a memory you’ve lost.

Ryota:Does this mean he’s starting remember something?.

Shiro:It appears so, And i hate to say this but.....Kengo’s plan might actually work.

Saying does words almost made Shiro puke for the fact that Kengo’s plan is acutally working,

Moritaka:Shiro are you unwell?.

Shiro:N-no,its nothing, Its just disturbing to me.

Ryota: Don’t worry Harumo will be cheering for you as loud as we can, So be c-careful o-okay.

Harumo: Yeah, I’ll try my best.

Kengo:Lets go partner,See you later guys.

Moritaka: Give it your all you two, Fight valiantly.

Harumo:See you later guys.

As both of you departed you and Kengo went to the preparation room,Your friends went to the audience to find a good spot to watch your upcoming dangerous fight,With the intent of remembering how to summon your sacred artifact.

Now inside the locker room of the bersekers,the room is fume with the smell of sweat and blood from the gladiators who simultaniously take turns fighting one another in pairs, There Macan is seen punching a sandbag and ripping it to shreds like a vicious beast who got his prey, Snow enters the room to inform Macan about his upcoming match whom he doesn’t know who is going to be his next prey,

Snow: Hello gladiators, I would like to inform Macan about his upcoming match today,

Bathym:Hey Snowy, Macan is going to fight today?, Who’s his next prey,

Nomad:If you’re wondering where that idiot is,His over there chewing the sandbags again.

Ikutoshi: Macan doesn’t normally have matches, So who’s going to be his opponent.

Snow: AH, Thank you,

Bathym:You didn’t even answer my question.!

Snow waiked towards Macan,Chewing and ripping the sandbag and other furniture he could get his hands on, You can tell by the number of broken benches and stuffing layed on the floor beside him, There Macan didn’t notice Snow approach him.

Snow:Macan,I would like to inform you about your upcoming match,

Macan:*Chewing* Huh i’ve got a match today, Whoever it is i’ll pass i’l just that sucker up,They have to be juicy you know.

Snow: I assure you your opponent will do you nicely, Because your opponent will be....Harumo.

The room falls silent,The rankers shocked and Macan stopped chewing the ripped sandbag,His eyes widen, Macan breaks the silence by.

Macan:WHAT?!.

Bathym:Harumo is here?, And he’s gonna fight Macan,WHOOOO this is going to get nasty.

Ikutoshi: Harumo’s gonna fight this bastard, But not me, Whats going on here.

Snow: We don’t know exactly,But as long as my darling master Claude is happy,Then i have questions to asks.

Macan:HAHAHA!,That guy has a lot of guts,I like it,I can finally devour him and he’l be mine.HAHAHA.

Macan grits his teeth in excitement,The bersekers are intrigued and a bit suspicious about it, Horkeu Kamui, The 7th ranker happens to have arrived at the coloseum, Whom doesn’t know his beloved hero is here aswell,everyone of the rankers aren’t fully aware about Harumo losing his memories again,So they couldn’t help but feel excited since Harumo is admired by everyone he comes across with.

Horkeu Kamui:.....

Horkeu Kamui waik towards the halls of the guild to ask Snow about his upcoming match.

{PREPARATION ROOM}

Inside the room escorted by Garmr,You and Kengo both discuss about your strategies and coming up how to target his weak spot ,But...

Kengo:Hey partner?,You okay.?

Harumo:Kengo,...Are you sure i’ll be able to get my memories back?.

Kengo:What do you mean?

Harumo:I mean...What if..I can’t remember everything.

Kengo:To be honest with you....Im not entirely sure whether this will help.

Harumo:What?!,Then why did you

Kengo:Its because i want you remember the times we fought side by side!.

Kengo:I ask Shiro about this and he said.

[FLASHBACK]

Shiro:I get that you plan to have him remember the times you fought together, But there is a high possiblity this won’t work.

{END OF FLASHBACK]

Kengo: Whatever that nerd says, I don’t care, I promised that will fight side by side and im not gonna let you fight this on your own,BECAUSE We’re PARTNERS REMEMBER!,

Harumo:Part....ners

A sudden image again appeared on your mind,This time an image of a large transient infront of you and there was someone by your side ready to fight with you, And a quick flash of someone kissing you,You couldn’t make who it was because you saw the scenario with from your front.But the person closely resembles someone very familiar to you. And another scenario where the person whom fought with you said the word.PARTNERS!.

Kengo:ahh.Hey Harumo ,You okay there?.

Harumo:Oh. Y-yeah its nothing.

Kengo:Alright then,Lets go,Are match is coming soon.

Harumo:Wait?!,Really!?..

Kengo:Yep, Just remember if you can’t handle him,lure him to me,.

Harumo:O-OKAY.

Your friends were waiking on the halls of the guild finding the audience section to watch your match,feeling worried and nervous about the fight that you will fight unharmed, Ryota can’t hide his worrying.

Ryota: IM REALLY WORRIED OF HARUMO!.

Shiro:Thaa,Ryota don’t shout all of a sudden,Im more worried than you right now, I sure hope that idiot knows what he’s doing,If this plan fails then Harumo won’t remember anything at all.

Moritaka: Friends,calm yourselves, Kengo will protect Harumo if he gets into trouble, So don’t worry about at it all, What we should be focusing on is supporting them,rather than making them worry for us.

Toji: I trust Takabushi will protect Harumo if he ever gets in a pitch, Moreover the guildmaster thinks highly of Harumo yet he doesn’t know that he lost his memories.

Shiro: We should tell Claude about this,

Moritaka: I think his office is right around this corner,wait.........Its Snow!.

Your friends runned towards Snow, to inform his about your memories being lost.

Moritaka: Greetings Snow, its been a while hasn’t it.

Snow: Yes, Greetings Summoners, You’ve certainly are an unpredictably guild, asking for a fight all of sudden, May i ask why.

Shiro: Allow me to explain Snow...Ahem.,..Harumo has lost his memories.and were trying to get them back.

Snow:My word!, How unfortunate,I terribly apologize,Moreover are you all inform about his opponent?.

Ryota: Yeah, He’s going to fight Macan right?

Snow:Correct, You see my darling master Claude was feeling bored at that time,When Garmr informed us about Harumo wanting to fight,In his excited state he couldn’t resist to match him with Macan,Also..... Im very grateful to you summoners.

Snow takes a bow to the summoners as a sign of gratitude to them for making his darling master Claude happy,

Shiro: Well, Your welcome,But...... i do hope Harumo might remember something from this.

Snow:May i ask why?.

Shiro:You see ..Harumo has fought on the coloseum before, And we’re wondering if he fought again on the coloseum,He might remember something from the time he was in the Ikebukuro Guild to get Kengo back.

Snow: I see, I pray for your success, Be rest assured,If Harumo is badly beaten,our medical staff will treat him quickly as possible,

Snow takes a quick bow to the summoners and waiked towards the door behind you all. And....

Ryota:BADLY BEATEN?!.

Ryota can help feeling even more worried from Snow’s words,He’s getting really nervous about his friend who’s going to fight someone big and scary.

Moritaka: Ryota, Do not worry yourself,

Ryota: How could i not worry?,..Harumo is going to fight someone really scary.And he lost his memories and doesn’t even know how to fight. So excuse me for being the worry wart here.

Toji: Ryota Yakushimaru, How long have you known Harumo,?

Ryota: What?.....Uhm....Months now.

Toji: In those months,Harumo has fought all his life with or without us, Yet he came out victorious and still smiling. Even if he lost his memories,Im sure he’l find a way to come out okay from this. He has done it before haven’t he.?

Moritaka: Toji is right Ryota,He has fought like a great warrior all this time,He gives everything he’s all in every fight and he’l never give up until the end.

Shiro: I full heartedly agree,When Harumo and i fought during his first day at school we caused that exception incident,He never gave up in the face of danger,Even when i was weak and cowardly,He brought me back up and bring my spirits up,So im sure he’l not give up on this one.

Those words speak words of fact and deep appreciation to the one friend who has shown out of nowhere, Whom Has become a great influnce to every person he comes across with,He has fought for his friends and even strangers even,But thats why he fights. Because every stranger he comes across with has become like he’s own family ever since being summoned to this strange world,Because those strangers are the only ones he got,To prevent from being alone on this strange Tokyo.

Moritaka:I know you’re worried,all of us are,But worrying won’t help him,The one thing we can do as he’s friends is to give him our unwaverving support to him.

Moritaka,Toji,Shiro,Spoke out the words Ryota needs to hear inorder to easy his worriying,And it has worked,He is still a little worried but the not kind of worry before.

Ryota: Y-You’re right guys, Harumo is going to be fine.He has Kengo by his side,So i’ll try not to worry to much,

Moritaka:Thats the spirit,Now lets go to Claude to inform him about Harumo’s condition.

Snow:May i join with you aswell,

Moritaka:Yes you ca-......aH,When did you get here?.

Snow:My apologise,i came to get some tea for my darling master,When i heard you all taiking awhile ago,I’l glady escort you all to Master Claude to inform him, And, you will have the best sits to watch them.

Ryota:Really?!, Thanks Snow we really appreaciate it.

Snow:Now shall we be on our way then?

Summoners:Yeah!.

They joined Snow to meet with Claude who is sitting at the best sits in the entire arena,

[PREPARATION ROOM]

The room both of you are in falls silent as you hear the cheers of the audience reach towards you even though the walls are supposed to be sound-proof, Signing Macan has already arrived at the arena, Kengo gestures you to get ready and get up to waik through the door and go through the halls leading to the arena.

Harumo: Here we go!.

Both of you head towards the halls and are met with audience’s eyes with a look saying “you’l be dead”,You brushed it off and head towards the arena were Macan is surprised with eyes widen,His teeth griting and starting to drop saliva,like a vicious hungry predator had found his prey, Taurus Maske{AKA Daisuke from Yoyogi Academy} will be the commentator for the match, And as always he’s hyperness makes him worthy of being a commentor for this match.

Taurus Maske: ARE YOU READY PEOPLE!, IT IS I TAUUUUURUUUUUSSSS MASKE!. Im going to be your commentator today and im would like to thank I Guild master for this match, Here we in the red corner The bloodthirsty Lion of the Ikebukuro guild MACAN!,

Macan:*ROARS*

Audience: YEAH!, MACAN!,

Harumo:*whispering* Who’s he Kengo?

Kengo:*whispering* Thats Taurus Maske, He’s also a ranker and a very hyper fighter, BUT He’s strong.

Taurus Maske: And the blue corner we have a pair fighting our champion today, Harumo and Kengo!,

Claude: Hold it!.

Everyone: HUH? *Wondering*

Claude: As the Guild Master of the Ikebukuro Guild,......... I would like Harumo to fight Macan alone.

Claude as the Guild Master has superior authority on his members and also the power to decide who’s fighting who whenever he pleases, Since he’s favorite gladiator is fighting the champion it only makes sense for them fight one on one.The audience takes a second to process what he said and the entire underground coloseum is erupted by loud cheers from the audience signaling for a one on one fight,The summoners and You are both shocked and worried now. Kengo protested and the summoners explained your current condition to Claude.

Kengo: Hey, Whattdya mean he’s gonna Macan alone?,No way im letting him fight him on his own.

Shiro:Guild Master Claude, I wanted to inform you that,..Harumo has lost his memories,

Claude: Haha!,Splendid this will make the fight much worth to watch,Kengo i would you to leave the arena and let him fight.

Kengo:As if im going to listen to you,No way!,We’re gonna to di this together, Right partner?.

Harumo: Yeah!.

Audience:*BOOING*

The entire arena is filled by the boos and disappointment from their voices,Wanting the fight to be a one-on one. Some are even throwing their snacks at them

Andvari:WHOAH!,.....Hey watch it you idiot,

Audience member:Hey do you have something heavy to throw,I’ll pay you a thousand coins if you do.

Andvari: Here you go, A dumbell that will be a thousand coins.....Heheh looks like im gonna make a profit after all.

Andvari who happens to be selling there, Sparked his eyes and make a grin that shows his greedyness,Takes the opportunity to make a profit, By selling snacks but, not as consumables,Rather,Throwable objects to throw at the arena.

You are stuck in a situation where you either ask Kengo to let him fight on your own, or Protest. However.

Macan:*ROARS*

Everyone falls in silence from the roar and Macan,

Macan: Let them fight me, That just means more food for me, Hey Claude let them fight,Its been a while since i have good meal.

Claude took a second to think,Squinting his eyes a looking directly at the gladiators,And

Claude:HAHAHA!, I will allow this,Go Macan feast on your prey,Make this a spectactular bout,A fight to remember in history.

Harumo:Phew,

Kengo: All right then.

Taurus Maske: Alrighty then,....BEGIN!.

As soon as Taurus signaled it to begin,Macan quickly rushed in,Pouncing at you directly as the main dish,

Macan: Im going to devour you,

Harumo:Whoah!,

You tumbled away from him, As if your muscles are on auto-pilot, Macan tried pouncing at you again, But

Kengo:RARGH!,

A punch landed on Macan’s cheek followed by a sweep kick to Macan”s abdomen, Saving you in the process.

Harumo:Thanks Kengo,

Kengo:Don’t let up,Watch out!,

Macan: RAAAA!,

Macan landed a punch at your stomach,With the force from his punch so great, it throws you at the corner of the arena’s cage covering.

Kengo:Harumo!,

Taurus Maske: Oh!, Thats a punch i don’t want to get,

Harumo: *Gasping for air*

With the impact so strong,It hurts your back and immediately gasping for air almost to the point were you are about to puke.

Kengo delivers a series of combos to Macan followed by the use of his sacred aritfact,While Macan is dodging them and punched Kengo at the face,Throwing him in a corner.

Kengo:Hrgh!,

Harumo: K-Ke..ngo...

You look at Kengo down to his knees while Macan is waiking towards him like a tiger about to it his prey, When you look at him,Your mind flashes an image of you saving someone, You were there when you mutter something,leading to an appearance of a sword in your hands, You could hear it very clearly and the image is starting to become much more clearer in your mind, You’re starting to remember something and that is.

Harumo:Role of the Wanderer, Rule of Rending,Thou who art nameless in this world and powerless to claim this world...Deceive the world,hinder the world,and by thy false name,manifest in this closed domain! Avatar of the Serpent’s tail,severed by the Wanderer!, Bare thy Rule of Rending and cleave all power and authority!

Harumo:Engrame mine name unto thee and come forth! BOUNDLESS TAIL!

A bright light engulfed the entire arena and with that,You’re holding something in your right hand.......

Harumo: A sword?!.

Shiro: Harumo...

Kengo: Allright partner you’re back,

Harumo:This? is my Sacred Artifact?, All right then.

Weapon on hand,you have found a way to beat Macan and charged at him,Swinging it to his body and you’ve manage to cut him.

Macan:*Groans* Not bad,

Macan grins at you when you slashed him and the beast is starting to get more wild as time flies by,

Horkeu Kamui: My hero....

Horkeu Kamui had just arrived at the coloseum only to be shocked by you fighting Macan the number one ranker,Horkeu stands in bewilderment and watches your fight closely...

Kengo:Hey don’t forget about me idiot.

Kengo who has recovered from the blunt of Macan”s attack delivers heavy combos at Macan who has his back turned around,

{Punching and kicking sounds}

Macan: RAgh!

Macan is now fighting two powerful gladiators and he grins in delight and ecstacy to see his food getting more tender and juicier by every second the match goes on. Macan then.

Macan: Ahhh!, I can’t take it and longer!,AHHHHHH!.

Macan”s loincloth started glowing green signaling both of you that his activating his sacred artifact,You instinctively backed away from him and shouted at Kengo to get away, However...

Macan:AHHHHHH! Mad Tiger!,Harimau Gila!,Uraghhh!.

He’s eyes are much more greener than they were and his body grown much more bigger than it was,The crowd cheered in furocity as the summoners watch from Claude’s area,They cheered more loudly to you both, Even the rankers are bewildered as well,Because this is the first time they saw Macan activating his Sacred Artifact during a match, The commentator is yelling in astonishment for the unexpected development of this match. Kengo activates his sacred artifact and you are preparing for Macan”s attacks. But..

Macan: Uraagghhhh!

Harumo: AHHH!.

You’re body recieved hard punches from Macan,However this punches are much more harder than they were before. You used your sword to block the punches however with the force from his punches your guard was shattered,

Kengo:HARUMO!

Macan:RAAAAGH!

You were hit by a punch at the face that feels like a train ran you over and by the force of it you flew directly at the cage wall surrounding the arena. And brought down to your knees gasping for air, It feels like your lungs are struggling to properly distribute the oxygen in your body.

Kengo: URAAAGH! TAKE THIS YOU BASTARD!.

Kengo delivered hard blown combos at Macan filled with rage, Macan then countered his attacks followed by wild punches.

Kengo and Macan: RAAAAGGGGHHH!.

A bloody slugfest is occuring in the arena and the crowd couldn’t be more happier to see such a display of strength. The summoners however are worried for Kengo as they see their friend getting covered in blood and Harumo is trying to recover from the damage he accumelated. In this moment right now Macan has the advantage,

Shiro: Kengo.....Please.....

Ryota:KENGO!.

Toji: Stop this match now!, He’s gonna kill Takabushi.!

Claude: I will not ! This is the climax of every bout,This is the moment all gladiators derive pleasure from,I will not let this match stop until one is left standing.

Toji:Why you..

Moritaka:Toji calm yourself,Kengo wouldn’t want this stop either, You have to believe in Kengo right now, He’’l survive.

Toji:*GRITS HE’S TEETH*

Macan with his overpowering strikes he smashes Kengo’s guard and delivered a punch to the face,Beating him down and he;s body is battered and covered in blood.You watch in horror as you see your friend beat down and about to get eaten. Macan has reach the full ecstacy of a beast and is now unable to control himself from grabbing Kengo and about to bite him. However....

LET....HIM.....GOOOOOO!.

By the words shouted by you. Horkeu Kamui is shocked in belief because the sword on his side started shaking and being pulled from the sheath. And a bright glow emerged from both your swords,

Horkeu Kamui: The ice cleaving blade! It wants to go its master!.

Without hesitation he pulls the sword out of its sheath and it quickly sprang into action and flew towards you, leaving a cold air from its path.

Harumo: A-another sword!?

Everyone is surprise from the sudden apearance followed by a shout from Horkeu saying

Horkeu kamui: My Hero!, The ice cleaving blade will aid you,Use it now!.

Claude and the summoners are surprised by the sudden development aswell as the rankers and Kengo too,Macan however is now being controlled by his instincts to devour his prey and without hesitation you took the sword and now your other sword has a companion to aid you in battle,Both of your swords glowed in different colors,But your own sword is glowing with the colors of the rainbow,

Harumo: Whoah...Allright you’re going down Macan!.

The crowd cheers you on,and without hesitation you rushed towards Macan,He readies himself for the attacks,But your attacks cut him and made him bleed. You attack him in a 2 hit style combo and slashing him on every part on his body you could find..But Macan doesn’t let up,he immediately counters your attacks, however the ice blade with its power to froze anything instantly freezes Macan”s arm slowing his movements giving you a better chance to attack him,and you did,Macan appears to be weakening from your attacks aswell as the punches he recieved from Kengo who is layed down on the arena with his eyes still open,seeing you fight like a madman.

Kengo: Nice one...Partner...

Harumo:Take this!.

You’re about to deliver the finishing slash only to be stopped by the sudden charging from Macan,

Harumo:What the..

Kengo: NO!, HARUMO!.

Macan grabs you both on your arms unabling you from using your twin swords to cut free from his grab. Macan grabs you tightly with both of his hands and about to devour you alive.

Harumo:AHH!.

With all hope seems lost,Your friends watched in horror as they watch you about to get devoured,Claude’s face turned into a face like they seen someone very precious to them get killed infront of them, Everyone is shocked in silence,The rankers are tried to rush towards the arena to stop him but they won’t be able to make it, Horkeu is filled by rage and quickly dashes towards the arena to strike him,However he won’t be able to make it.

Horkeu Kamui:MY HERO! NOOO!

Summoners:HARUMO!!!!

Everything you see started to move very slowly and as you looked around you see infront of you Macan”s mouth wide open and you can see the sharp fangs and teeth. You watched it happen slowly thinking how to free yourself.

Harumo: Is..is this the end?.

You were about to get eaten without even having your memories returned to you and being with the friends whom are helping you, Are about to be forgoten. BUT....

Kengo: Role of the Barbarian!,Rule of Infinitude! Engrave thy name Kengo Takabushi unto thee. GEANT BASHER!.

Lighting appeared around Kengo wrapping his entire body full of electricity. And without a moments notice he sprang towards Macan kicking him in the face,With force from it so hard,Macan drop his grip of you and flew all the way the cage wall and almost to the brink of breaking.

Kengo:Partner!, Hey!, Hold on!.

Harumo:Ken...go...

After you muttered his name you fell on his hands and fall into a state of unconsciencess,

Kengo:HARUMO!.

He holds you dearly in his arms as you sleep, Macan however is not done yet and stands himself up and ready to pounce at your battered body,However Kengo is really mad,

Kengo:RAAAAAAAAA!.

Rage and fury fill his body,pulling no hesitation in his attacks,He delivered devastating attacks at Macan almost to the point of dead, He over and over punches and kicks Macan everywhere in his body due to the electricity in his body making his attacks sting like crazy. Everyone watches the slughter happen in their eyes and are quite shocked in excitement as the match continues on.

Macan:URAAAGGHHH!.

Kengo:RAAAAAAAAAA!.

The bloody exchanges of blows fills the arena with blood and sweat fom the devasting slugfest,And as time goes on Macan gradually weakens and Kengo seizes the opportunity to deliver the final blow..

Kengo: THIS IS FOR ME!

He punched Macan at his left cheek. Followed by

Kengo: AND THIS IS FOR MY HARUMO!

He delivers the reassuring final blow of his life the most powerful attack he has ever delivered at an opponent.

Kengo:RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

He activated his sacred artifact and punched Macan’s right cheek,flying him towards the cage wall,with the force so great the cage wall broke and Macan landed at the audience knocked out...

Silence fills the entire underground coloseum for the first time,everyone even the guild master as well as he’s butler Snow and the rankers but most especially the summoners,Everyone are silent shut from the upcome and then a few seconds to process everything.

Everyone:*CHEERING LOUDLY*

Shiro: Holy mother of......They did it!.

Ryota: Yey!,, Both of them did it!

Moritaka: My word, This is incredible,

Toji: I never knew Takabushi have that much power.

Claude:HAHAHA!, SPLENDID! AMAZING! This the fight that will go down in history. HAHAHAHAH!

Ryota:Guys come on!, Lets go!

Shiro:Right with you.

Moritaka:Wait for me you two..

Toji:...

[ARENA}

Horkeu Kamui:My Hero..

Horkeu arrived at the arena and sees Kengo holding you with his hands at the back of your head,

Kengo:Hey partner....We..did..it..

Kengo’s body has recieved massive amounts of damage,almost to the brink of unconsciousness.

Horkeu Kamui: Thank you Kengo Takabushi,you have saved my hero,im very grateful.

Kengo: Hey Horkeu..Get him to the infirmary quickly...

Those were the words he spoke before faliing in a state of unconsciousness and

Horkeu Kamui:What the..

Horkeu is shocked and flabbergasted by the sight he is seeing infront of him..

Horkeu Kamui: Don’t worry,Kengo I’’l’ make sure to bring him to the medical staff....

Horkeu carefully separates you too,And gently lifts Kengo on his shoulders followed by you after he returns the ice cleaving blade back to its sheath.

Horkeu Kamui: Hold on you two.

Horkeu waik towards the exit and is suddenly showered by applause of gratitude but not towards Horkeu, But rather to the two unconcious bodies you’re carrying.The audience is fully aware that you can’t answer right now,but they feel the need to congratulate you and Kengo for the amazing battle you three did,

The summoners had just arrived at the exit where Horkeu is,

Shiro: Kengo! Harumo!..

Ryota:Oh my gosh! they are both covered in blood.

Horkeu Kamui: Do not worry,They are just unconcious,

Moritaka: Thank you Horkeu Kamui, Im grateful for your assistance.

Horkeu Kamui: No need to thank me.. I need to get this two to the infirmary quickly.

Snow: May i assist you Horkeu Kamui?.

Ryota:What the....When did you get here Snow?.

Shiro:What about Macan? Shouldn’t you be assisting him?

Snow: My master requested me to bring them to the infirmary as quickly as possible. but worry not ,Andvari has already called the medical staff so he should be fine.

Horkeu Kamui: Thank you Snow.

Snow: My pleasure, Allow me to carry Kengo for you,that will lighten up your task.

Horkeu let Snow get Kengo off he’s shoulders and Horkeu carries you with both arms and then rushed towards the medical staff.

Horkeu Kamui: My hero....

AND THATS A FLIPPING WRAP FOR PART 3 HOLY MOLY I FINISHED PART 3 OH MY GOSH NOW I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE WONDERING ABOUT THIS END PART THE HIGHLIGHTED PART,WELL THE THINGS I FLIPPING REGRET NOT SAVING IT IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE I WAS READING DURGA’S SPECIAL QUEST AND THEN WHEN I CAME BACK TO FINISH IT,THE PART THAT I WRITTEN WAS GONE WHEN I CAME BACK TO CHECK ON IT THE HIGHLIGHTED PART WAS JUST ALL I CAN REMEBER AND THAT WAS A GOOD PART IM VERY SORRY FOR THAT EVERYONE....

AS ALWAYS IF YOU LIKE IT THEN HURRAY AND IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT THEN NO HURRAY FROM ME.AND IF YOU GUYS HAVE SOME OPINIONS ABOUT IT,FEEL FREE TO COMMENT DOWN WHAT YOU GUYS THINK OF IT EVERY COMMENT I’LL BE READING SO FEEL FREE TO COMMENT.. THE OTHER PART IS GOING TO BE TAKING SOME TIME SINCE I’VE GOT ANOTHER STORY THAT I’VE BEEN WORKING ON,AND ITS ONLY ON THE CLIMAX SO BE PATIENT

THANK YOU FOR READING!.

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #part 3 #about april fools

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braincoins · 3 years

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I want to see Shiro meeting Allura’s family. You can chose the au/magic to make that happen :)

((My first thought was to go through my various AUs and I’m realizing how rarely Allura gets to keep her family. >_> There’s one, but it stems from a smut ficlet, so... maybe not.))

He groaned as he came to. “What... happened?” He blinked his eyes open and then stared. “That... that can’t be...”

The last thing he remembered was being in battle against a new Galra battle-mech, this one uploaded with a portion of Zarkon’s consciousness (or, at least, that had been Pidge’s best guess, given that there were no life signs in the thing but Shiro was definitely fighting off more of Zarkon’s attempts to take over the Black Lion again). He’d activated Black’s ultimate - as he couldn’t help thinking of it - and then everything went dark.

Until now, and he was staring at...

He double-checked his instrumentation. No, this was right, this was exactly the coordinates that he’d often see Princess Allura staring at in the Castle’s star map. But in the star map, it was dark, a reflection of where something had been. Past tense.

He’d seen what it had looked like, once. She’d shown it to him in what had been the A.I. chamber, back when King Alfor’s A.I. was still with them. And the coordinates confirmed it for him, even if his own memories doubted:

This was Altea.

He shook his head. “It’s not possible.”

That was when his screen lit up. “Lion Fighter, identify yourself,” demanded an Altean guard.

“I’m...” Could he really say he was the Black Paladin of Voltron? Would they think he was in cahoots with Zarkon? He had no idea what was going on here. “I’m Takashi Shirogane, from planet Earth. I mean no harm. I’m... honestly not even sure how I got here. My, uh, lion fighter seems to have malfunctioned.”

Black growled at him in his mind. It wasn’t her fault, and she didn’t like being blamed.

“If you need repairs, stardock 5 is open. All who come in peace are welcome.” And a flight path to stardock 5, he assumed, came up on his screen, replacing the Altean guard.

“W-wait! Who’s in charge?”

“In charge?” the guard asked, voice only now. “Of the stardock?”

“Of the planet.”

“That would be King Alfor and Queen Menelor.”

Holy effing quiznak, I went back in time. “I... I know they must be busy, but I’d like to meet them if I could?”

The guard snorted. “I will pass your request along,” he said in a tone of voice that let Shiro know he shouldn’t hold his breath.

“Uh, thanks. Approaching stardock 5 then.” He set course and let Black handle it, despite her grumpy insistence that she was fine, something had happened to them both. He did his best to reassure her as his brain ran things over and over.

I teleported through time some how and now I’m here and how the quiznak do I get back to my own time?

Black settled into the stardock and lowered herself immediately. The chair yanked itself backwards without warning. “Okay, okay, Miss Grumpy Butt,” he told her.

She growled at him.

“I had to say something.” But he got up and left the cockpit, pulling his helmet off as he walked out of his lion and into the hangar bay.

An Altean with green eye marks came up to him. “Need repairs or you doing ‘em yourself?”

“Uh... at least for the moment, I’d like to see if I can figure out what went wrong. I might need help later.”

“Fair enough. Just go easy on the tools.” The Altean left him.

Shiro leaned against one of Black’s massive paws and thought over what had happened. Maybe Haggar and her accursed magic had intervened again. Maybe Black had unlocked a new ability - though that didn’t seem likely, because she wouldn’t be so defensive about it now if it were something she’d done.

“How are we going to get home?” he asked out loud. Well, if nothing else, he had an assortment of tools close to hand and he at least knew how to do maintenance. Might as well take advantage of it.

He was elbow deep in colloidal nanocrystals when he heard a door open. Not the main hangar gate but the doors into the rest of the stardock. He pulled his head out of Black’s guts and glanced in that direction.

He nearly dropped the spanner when he saw who it was. Who it had to be. Because he hadn’t looked like that before. His A.I. hadn’t. This was a much, much younger King Alfor, and the woman with him could only be Allura’s mother. The resemblance was unmistakable.

We went really far back in time.

Shiro grabbed a towel as he dropped to one knee. “Your Majesties.”

“Bold enough to ask for an audience, but polite enough to kneel,” Alfor murmured thoughtfully. “I’m even more intrigued.”

“Rise,” the queen said, before adding, “slowly.”

“Menelor,” he chided her gently.

“You trust too easily and too much,” she told him.

“Forgive me, King Alfor, but your queen is right,” he said as he stood. “Not about me, specifically, for I mean you no harm. But I can understand how the situation might look. I’m honestly surprised you showed up.”

“Well, you asked,” the king replied, sounding amused. “Which most people... don’t. Unless something important is going on.”

“Oh. Uh... well, it’s important to me, but not to you or Altea. I shouldn’t have... I guess I just... I’m honestly not sure why I asked.”

Alfor laughed. “I’m glad you did; I was able to use you as an excuse to get out of a particularly boring meeting.” He looked over at the Black Lion and whistled. “Very interesting fighter you have here. I’ve never seen one shaped like a lion before.”

Not yet, anyway. It occurred to him he might be mucking with the timeline. I have to be very, very careful. “She’s a fantastic vessel. I’m lucky to have her. Even if we’ve wound up somewhere... far from home.”

“Yes, we’ve never heard of Earth,” the queen observed, staying close to her husband as he inspected the lion.

“Probably not much going on of interest there right now.” Because it was starting to hit home just how far back this really was.

“If your people can build magnificent fighters like this, I’d very much like to visit,” Alfor said.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I’m not even sure how you’d get there. That is, I don’t know how to tell you the way. Something happened and I wound up here, at Al-... your planet. I’m not sure what happened or why or how I’ll get back.”

Queen Menelor frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that. Is there any way we can help?”

“Not that I know of. Although... you’re an alchemist, are you not, King Alfor?”

The king looked to him. “I am, though far from the most powerful. Do you also have alchemy on your planet?”

Not that kind and not yet anyway. “No, but I’ve... I think someone used some sort of alchemy on my lion fighter. And that’s what brought me here.”

“Interesting. Do you know what they were trying to accomplish?”

“Uh... probably nothing good,” he admitted. “I was in a battle against an enemy. The one I was fighting didn’t have alchemy, as far as I know, but an ally of his does. Very powerful alchemy. They also know everything my fighter is capable of, and they were probably trying to stop it from executing one of its more powerful actions.”

“Hrm. I know of a few different ways to accomplish that sort of thing. But I don’t know how to send you to a specific place, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“You don’t have to send me back to Earth. Let me worry about my... trajectory, I suppose.”

“I think you’d better explain more fully,” the queen told him. “For clarity’s sake. We are glad to help, but right now...”

He sighed. “The fighter can... teleport, very briefly. It can move through solid objects by shifting into some sort of alternate space and then coming back into ours. At least, that’s the best way I can describe it. I was attempting to activate this ability, last I remember. I’ve done it before, successfully, but this time, I wound up here.”

“The enemy alchemist is aware of this?” Queen Menelor asked.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“So presumably they were trying to stop you from activating this teleportation ability,” King Alfor mused. “Yes, I think I know something that could work. Not as complicated an activation, so it can be used quickly, and it would freeze you in time, effectively.”

“Perhaps I could try to activate my lion’s ability and you could try to prevent me and that might send me home again?” he asked. “If it’s not too much trouble. I don’t know what I could offer in return, but...”

The queen snorted. “He needs the practice anyway; it’ll be good for him.”

The king ignored that comment. “We’re glad to help. And you seem anxious to return.”

Shiro smiled, unable to help himself. “I left the love of my life back there.” The daughter you two may not even have had yet.

“Oooh, ‘the love of your life’, is it?” Menelor smiled. “That’s worth hurrying home to. I thought perhaps it was only duty that was motivating you.”

“Well, that, too,” he agreed. “They need me almost as much as I need her.”

“Take notes,” the queen told her husband. “This is the sort of ‘romantic gibberish’ that women like to hear.” She looked back to Shiro. “If you can help my husband learn how to be romantic, that’d be repayment enough in my book.”

“I’m not that bad, am I?” he asked.

“You have your moments,” was the only answer he got.

He chuckled. “I can try.”

King Alfor came over and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure out how to get you back to your love.”

“Thank you, sir. I’m beyond grateful.”

“You’re welcome... Takashi Shirogane, was it?”

He nodded. “Yes, sir. But most people call me Shiro.”

((And this is why Alfor made the ships from the comet look like Lions in the first place!))

#Socks writes Voltron fanfic #the technobabble is probably gonna hurt Lily's head #mckinlily

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some-cookie-crumbz · 5 years

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A Lil’ Pep in it

A Lil’ Pep in it Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Shance Summary: Request fill for @shiranai-atsune featuring Lance realizing he’s got a crush on Shiro! This fic is set to take place somewhere between S1 and S2, simply because I thought that’d be a good point in the story for the scene I had in mind. Sorry this took me so long to get done with, but I hope you still enjoy it! :3 Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

Sometimes Lance just couldn’t believe his luck. After all, how many people got to work directly with THE Takashi Shirogane?

Shiro, as they had all been informed to address him since falling under his command, had a well-deserved reputation as the best pilot to ever be turned out by the Garrison. The guy was naturally gifted, sure, but there was more to it than that! He had taken the time to hone that natural skill, to give it the care and attention needed to improve to the point he was breaking record after record. There was something undeniably admirable about that kind of dedication and tenacity. Lance himself had always felt like a part him belonged to the sky and stars, almost as much as he felt at ease in the gentle lull of waves on the beach back home.

And watching Shiro’s progress from the outside had only inspired him to work that much harder himself. He’d always dreamed that maybe, someday, he’d get to meet the Garrison’s golden boy.

After leading the mission to break Shiro out of the Garrison base and going space-bound in the Blue Lion, however, he was given more than just the chance to meet Shiro. No, instead, he was working directly under the man that had a huge hand in guiding Lance’s path in life. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected when he first got the chance to be the other man, and had even less of an idea as events played out following Lance’s brilliant rescue mission.

Shiro had been sure to thank them all for their help back at Keith’s shack, which certainly showed that he had some manners and humility, but then they found the Blue Lion. Suddenly, the five of them were shooting through space with no real idea of what they were facing off against. It was Shiro’s judgment that led them to go through the wormhole, a decision that was equal parts impulsive and necessary. It led them to planet Arus, where they met Allura and Coran, found the rest of the Lions, and BAM! Then they’re in the middle of a giant intergalactic war!

Not the most ideal situation, but somehow it was easy to forget. Shiro simply had this air to him that made you feel like, as long as you listened to him, everything would turn out just fine. Even in the dire situation they found themselves in, there were still moments where they were able to laugh and enjoy each other’s company. And, even in battle, it never felt like they had need to fear. Sure, sometimes they had no idea what to do, but did that ever shake Shiro? The guy was always calm, composed, and concise in what they needed to do. Never once had his orders led them astray.

Which was what had left Lance cowering in the Blue Lion, feeling like a total knucklehead, because he had absolutely not done that.

The mission had been a rescue mission, and been going relatively smooth. The head of the rebellion for the planet they were on had been taken by the Galra and, in exchange for Voltron liberating her, her follows had vowed to join the coalition. Their planet had been used as a farming world, due to how several of the plant indigenous to their home world could be used to make potent chemical weapons, such as truth serums or hallucinogenic drugs. They were going more covert with this operation, so the Lions were supposed to be out of the question.

But then Blue had started to yowl into Lance’s head that Galran reinforcements had been on their way.

He’d left his post, barely managing to get out a quick, “Guys, incoming!” Shiro had called back at him to stay in the spot he’d been sniping from, as they’d been coming in hot with the rebel leader and the leader of the Galran base a few feet behind them. Lance had known, however, that they’d have more luck with at least one Lion to help. He’d gotten to Blue and then set to tearing about the roof of the prison, scooping up Hunk and the unconscious form of the rebel leader as he went. With the two of them safely in his Lion, he explained there was a fleet coming and rushed Hunk to get in Yellow.

As per usual, they formed Voltron, knocked the Galra around like a ball on a paddle, and then reveled in their victory.

It was as they headed back to the hanger, though, that Lance became aware of the situation.

“You’re gonna be in so much trouble, dude,” Pidge had sang, clearly amused, into the comms.

“Excuse me?” Lance snorted.

“You disregarded what Shiro said! You broke rank and went against your orders!” She answered. Shiro wasn’t in the Lions comms at that second, as he was coordinating their meet up with the rebel forces once they docked.

“Pidge does have a point. We nearly got caught because you weren’t in your sniping post,” Keith chimed in, just the slightest edge of irritation to his tone as he recalled them getting fired at by the Galran commander and his droids.

“Oh, please! It wasn’t that bad!” Lance said, waving one hand in the air dismissively.

“I nearly got shot in the leg,” Hunk added in flatly.

He winced and let out a small hiss. “Oh, geez. Sorry, bud,”

“So, yeah. Pretty big mess up there, pal-o,” Pidge said, her tone all amusement, Cheshire-esque grin tilted up on her lips. A part of Lance shrieked at him to ignore her, that she was just trying to tease him, but another part of him became panicked over the possibility that she was right. “I’m sure Shiro will have a whole lecture prepared for you the minute we settle down in the hanger.”

“He typically does,” Keith scoffed lightly.

“Speaking from experience there, Mullet?” He sneered, trying to keep up the bravado of apathy. It was hard when they were talking about his hero telling him off for disobeying orders. Hopefully a few light jabs would be enough to throw them off the trail.

“Absolutely,” Keith stated bluntly, enunciating each syllable to add a bit more push to his words. “Believe you me; when Shiro needs to have words with you, he has words with you.”

“Okay, now I’m curious. Exactly how many times did Shiro have to read you the riot act back before Kerberos?” Hunk asked.

Keith shrugged and made a small noise of disinterest. “I guess it really depends which subject we’re talking about,”

“How about you just give us a cumulative estimate,” Pidge said, her tone still steeped in amusement, though now her focus had shifted.

Even with the heat off of him, though Lance couldn’t shake the anxiety starting to bubble up inside at their prodding. He worried a lot about how Shiro saw him. He knew he had a tendency to be a bit of a light-hearted goof, using snark and commentary to try and help keep morale up. He knew the situation they were in was grave – after all, he wasn’t a complete moron and had been on the harsher receiving end of that lesson more times than he was keen to admit – and, sometimes, him making some ludacrious, dumb statement could help with that. But, he had also been giving scolding looks and warning tones from Shiro when he’d started up before. A part of him feared that the other man saw him as dead weight, as a liability, and only tolerated him for the sake of forming Voltron. He feared that his insubordination would only cause Shiro to berate him and hammer the point home, like Iverson and so many other Garrison officers had done before.

And that was why, upon landing in the hanger, he’d refused to leave Blue’s cockpit.

The rest of the team – sans Shiro, who was assisting Coran with the alien leader – tried to coerce him into coming out, but when they hadn’t backed down he’d shut his comms off. And Blue – beautiful, compassionate Blue – had thrown her particle barrier up upon sensing her Paladin’s distress. Hunk had vowed to return at some point in the near future with some food for Lance, but otherwise followed the others out of the hanger to meet with the rest of the rebellion for a full report on the mission. Lance appreciated that he was finally getting to have a bit of privacy to figure out how he intended to handle the situation.

A good fifteen minutes or so went by in which he decided he’d just wait it out. He’d hold off on showing up until things had settled down, and then he’d be guaranteed that Shiro should have calmed down. Then, if a conversation needed to be had, it would turn into a Lance Bashing Fest.

He slumped down lower into his chair, the soft, confused rumblings of Blue’s presence in the back of his mind.

“It’s nothing, girl. I’m just trying to wait until things slide on by, wait until things are a little bit more settled,” He mused, stroking the control panels in a way that he hoped communicated reassurance. It was always hard to say what sensations the Lion’s picked up on, or how they chose to interpret the gestures of their Paladins.

Blue pressed further, her urging this time a bit more reassuring, almost challenging.

He snorted and rolled his eyes affectionately at her. “I’m not going to have to fight Shiro for my honor; I just didn’t listen and I’m worried he’ll be mad about it. So, I’m just going to stay here with you until this whole mess blows over,” He explained.

Blue released yet another rumble of discontentment, this time seeming to be put-off by his approach.

“It’s not cowardice, okay? It’s just being tactical!” He insisted.

Blue didn’t believe him. Psh. Even giant robot cats were critics, these days.

He stewed for another ten minutes before Blue shifted suddenly, her head tipping this way and that. He tumbled gracelessly out and rolled along the floor, sputtering frantically. “B-Blue! What’s wrong, girl?” He called out before clipping his head on the bottom edge of his chair and yowling.

The world spun around him for a full two or three minutes, the clinking and creaking noise of the Lion moving echoing around him, before suddenly he was rolling away along the metal flooring of the hanger. He groaned, ending up face first one the ground, one arm turned awkwardly under him, the other sprawled just above his head, his rear sticking up in the air.

Well, at least the humiliation was one he suffered alone.

“Uh, Lance?”

His heart leapt to his throat at the familiar voice of the Black Paladin, far too close for comfort. He slowly lifted the arm above his head, tilting his head until he was able to take in the view of the other’s white boots, less than two feet ahead of him.

He flailed upright into a sitting position with an indignant squawk. “Shiro!” He blurted out.

The other blinked, cocking his head curiously. He was still adorned in his Paladin armor, but the helmet had been left somewhere else. A few strands of the snowy tuft above his forehead shifted when he’d cocked his head, calling to mind a dog with perked up ears, for some reason. “Lance,” He answered, though his tone was inquisitive and concerned rather than frantic and flustered.

“Uh-Hey! Sorry about that! I was just- You know,” He trailed nervously, turning to pin Blue Lion with a glare over his shoulder, “spending some quality time with my Lion.”

In the back of his mind, Blue purred in satisfaction and then dropped her particle barrier again. Filthy traitor cat.

Shiro looked from him to Blue, still seeming a bit confused, but merely shrugged and opted to drop it. “I see. Well, I’m glad you’re taking your duties as a Paladin seriously, but come on out,” He said, offering him a hand.

“Is something going on?” He asked, taking the other’s hand and being hoisted back up on to his feet with one smooth tug. He’d always known the other man was physically fit, but he’d never really noticed just how much so. He’d have to ask him about what his routine was, or if he could sit in sometime, so he could start catching up.

“Just a little celebration. The rebels wanted to show their gratitude for us saving Ganar for them, so they’re preparing a huge hot-pot of some sort,” He explained, releasing Lance’s hand once he was sure he was properly balanced.

“Are we even sure we’ll be able to eat it? Or is this going to be like that feast back on Hiluq?” He asked skeptically.

“Well, Hunk is helping them pick ingredients, so it should hopefully be something we can all enjoy,” He answered with a shrug, but there was an air of uncertainty to his tone.

Lance couldn’t blame him, though; even a culinary genius like Hunk could only do so much in cases like this.

“Well, that’s nice of them. It feels nice to occasionally get shown that we’re appreciated, you know?” He mused, shifting awkwardly on his feet. He knew he couldn’t hide with Blue’s help, but perhaps he could still find a way to get out of this. “Think you can save me a bowl? I think I’m gonna go get a shower and a nap. That mission was cuh-ray-zee.” He said, waving one hand in the air and using a sing-song tone on the last word.

The other frowned slightly. “You should really come participate. Hiluq and her troops really want to thank us for all we’ve done,” He said, indicating the exit with a slight nod of his head. Lance felt his shoulders slump, unable to keep his disappointment from showing. “Oh, come on. I’m sure the food won’t be that bad. It certainly can’t be worse than that strange goop Coran tried giving us earlier on in our training.”

“Nothing will ever be as awful as that,” He snorted, falling in line and letting Shiro lead him along. He had already disobeyed orders once for the day; the last thing he needed to do was give further reasons to be chastised. Shiro chuckled as well, nodding in agreement, and a silence slowly settled in between them. As they walked, Lance felt his stomach churning. What angle was the other playing at? They were alone and he could tear into him. Why wasn’t he? Did he want to wait until after the celebration, when he was riding high, and drag him back down to reality?

He took a deep breath, deciding to bite the bullet, and take the plunge. “I’m sorry about earlier!” He blurted out in a rush of breath.

The other looked over at him in surprise and cocked his head. “Oh, no need to apologize. Staying with Blue for a little longer to help with your bond is completely fine. The bond between the Lions and us on the team is significant in our efforts to-!”

“No, I mean during the mission! When I left my perch!”

“Oh,” He said, seeming completely baffled.

“Oh? Is that all you have to say?” Lance asked, skidding to a stop and throwing his hands up.

Shiro stopped a few paces ahead of him, turning to look at him. “Well, I’m not sure what else I should say,”

“I broke away from the group! I was supposed to stay at my post to snipe any incoming enemies while you retrieved Hiluq, but I didn’t! Hunk almost got shot!” He stared at Shiro, a bit incredulous. The other’s expression had shifted from confused to something Lance couldn’t quite read. Disappointment, maybe? He sighed and shook his head, letting his gaze flitter to the floor. “You should be yelling at me for almost compromising the mission.”

A small hum escaped the other before a hand settled on his shoulder, squeeze a bit and applying just a small amount of pressure to the space between the plates of his Paladin armor. He looked up cautiously to find a small smile on the other’s face, his eyes gleaming bright. “Lance, what you did was the right decision. If you hadn’t gone back to get Blue, we never would have made it out of the base,”

“But… But you said-!”

“I know what I said, but sometimes you need to rely on your own judgment,” He said, his tone a bit more firm. Lance blinked before cautiously nodded. “We’re a team, which means we all need to work together and do what’s best for all of us. If you think that a command I’ve given is detrimental, then I want you to say so or take initiative to fix it. If it’s something that needs to be, we can discuss it later, but this isn’t an instance like that. You going back to get Blue kept us all from being trapped in the base when the backup fleet arrived. We wouldn’t have been able to get back to our Lions and form Voltron if not for what you did.”

Blue eyes widened before skirting from Shiro’s gaze to the floor, scuffing the metal with the toe of his boots. “You’re… I’m not,” He started, trying to come up with any excuse to dissuade the implied praise, but let out a small sigh, unable to articulate it properly.

Shiro squeezed her shoulder again before reaching over and tilting his head up, forcing the younger man to look at him. “Hey,” He said, his voice soft and reassuring, “we’re a team of equals, Lance. Your judgments are just as valid as mine, or Keith’s, or Hunk’s or Pidge’s. It doesn’t matter who pilots which Lion. If we don’t work together as a team, nothing works. If we didn’t have you on the team - if you didn’t have the courage to make the decision you did today - we wouldn’t be able to succeed. Having you here only makes us stronger, Lance.”

He searched the other’s gleaming onyx eyes for any hint that he was being deceptive, but found only transparency there. It felt surreal, really, to think that this living legend was praising him. His heart rate picked up and he looked off to the side, a shy smile turning up on his lips. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Shiro asserted, a warm and inviting smile turning up on his lips. His hand slid away from Lance’s shoulder and, oddly enough, he could feel the loss of heat from the contact underneath the shoulder pads of his Paladin armor. “Now, let’s get going. We don’t want to miss out on the festivities.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” He laughed as he jogged along beside the other man. A small part of him realized that the other’s smile, when he was completely relaxed as opposed to the one he plastered on for Garrison recruitment events, was a breathtaking sight. In fact, everything about the other male was stunning. How confident he was in his own abilities, as well as those he worked with. How he managed to stay calm. How he knew exactly what to say to encourage the other, but it was never a lie. The man offered out compliments based solely on his own genuine, authentic opinions. There was something truly admiring and charming about that.

And then, a trill of panic coursed up his spine at the realization that this wasn’t simple admiration he was feeling; it was undoubtedly a crush.

#crumbles grumbles #Voltron legendary defender #Shance #Takashi Shirogane #Lance McClain #my fics #Man this was a lot of fun!#I really like getting to explore their dynamic more!

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sp4c3-0ddity · 6 years

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i had a fucking horrible thought of the first time we get lance putting his jacket around pidge is when someone important to pidge like matt or her dad or one of the paladins dying and i’m not sure if this is a prediction or the basis for a great bit of angst fic

something like this, perhaps?? mind, there are spoilers for season five, and implied character death

~1300 words. i tried but it’s not my best. still, i hope you like it!!

Pidge can barely see the computer screen through a curtain of tears, but she tries anyway, blinking them furiously out of the way. Her throat hurts and her heart aches after all the crying she’s done, though a numbness to the grief already sets in. But she still seeks to distract herself with something, anything, that could’ve helped.

Could we have done anything differently? Pidge keeps asking herself. She taps the arrow keys, scrolling through a long list of files, searching for just one that she never examined closely enough, just one that might’ve indicated where it all went wrong and where Shiro—

“Pidge?”

She doesn’t look up at the sound of Lance’s voice, only wipes the tears from her face because she doesn’t want him, of all people, to see her crying. But of course it’s too late for that, not when her eyes and nose are undoubtedly red and she can’t help sniffling.

She hears his footsteps before she sees him, and when he stands between her and the wide viewscreen on the Castle’s bridge, she glances up.

Lance rests his hands on his hips, looking down at her with a critical frown. But even Pidge can tell by his puffy eyes that he’s been crying too.

“Do you mind some company?” Lance asks.

Pidge stares at him. “I…why?”

He crosses his arms, rolling his eyes, and says, “Do you mind sharing your company then?”

“Why me?” she can’t help wondering. Why does Lance not seek out Hunk or even Allura?

He sighs. “Maybe I just want your company now, in my time of need.”

“Your time of need?” Pidge can’t resist quipping.

Lance snorts, and the trace of an amused smile brings warmth to Pidge’s aching chest. “Fine, our time of need. Besides, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck. “You seem a bit more torn up about this than Hunk.”

Pidge isn’t sure about that, for she knows they’re all grieving in their own ways, but Lance’s companionship appeals to her in a way no one else’s would. She smiles tentatively and says, “As long as you don’t distract me.”

“Too bad,” says Lance, nudging her aside and sitting beside her on the wide seat at the Green Paladin’s terminal, “because that was my main objective.”

Pidge frowns at him. “I’m busy, Lance,” she says.

“What can you possibly be working on now?” he asks. “We’re on a…break, so—”

“I need to know if we could’ve done something better,” Pidge admits. “I need to know, if maybe we could’ve been able to stop it.” She pinches her eyes shut, though that hardly stops fresh tears from escaping. Inhaling shakily and with arms wrapping around her legs, she says, “We didn’t notice anything wrong, Lance. Why not?”

She can feel Lance shift beside her, and for a tic she worries he’ll leave her. Then something heavy sits on her shoulders, and Pidge opens her eyes, blinking in confusion when she touches the sleeve of Lance’s jacket. “What’s this for?”

Lance shrugs and says, “You looked cold.”

Her eyelid twitches but she doesn’t contradict him, instead tugging the jacket tighter around her. She inhales, struggling to control her breathing before she starts sobbing again, and catches a whiff of his scent, of fruity soap and toothpaste and a strange sort of musk.

Lance’s jacket wrapped around her warms Pidge almost as much as his presence. She bites her lip, reluctant to show him how pleased she is with the gesture, but allows herself to lean into him.

His arm wraps around her back and he says, “I know how you feel, Pidge.”

Pidge stiffens, eyes flying wide and heart racing. “You do?” No, he couldn’t—

“Yeah.” Lance sighs, and she feels the way his posture shifts, lungs filling and emptying. “I keep asking myself the same thing, because, well…” He rubs his face. “He told me he didn’t feel like himself, but I didn’t think it could’ve led where it did.”

Pidge blinks at him, but she recovers from her surprise quickly and says, “How could you have known, Lance? It’s not your fault.”

“And it’s not your fault either, Pidge,” Lance says, his sudden intensity surprising her. “That’s my point; it isn’t anyone’s fault except that witch’s, and you need to know that.” He takes her hand in his, loosening her grip around her legs, and squeezes. “It’s so easy to blame ourselves, or even Shiro, but it wasn’t his fault either.”

His hand is warm around hers, almost distractingly so, but she still stares up at his face, her eyes wide. “Lance…”

“It’s not…it’s not your fault.” Lance runs his fingers through his hair, and Pidge wants to copy him, despite their situation.

“But maybe we could’ve done something—”

Lance lets go of her hand and holds her face between both of his, turning her to face him and startling her into silence. He’s near enough that she can feel his warm breath on her forehead, and her own keeps catching in her throat.

“It’s not your fault,” Lance says again, voice low and insistent.

Pidge unfreezes and rests her hands on his wrists. “It’s not yours either,” she says, because despite his insistence something tells her he also needs to hear it.

Lance swallows, the motion drawing Pidge’s attention until he says, “Thanks, Pidge.”

“Thank you, Lance,” she says, her grip on his wrists tightening. A smile pushes at the corners of her mouth, and this time she doesn’t fight it. For once her heart fills with affection, the grief held at bay if not vanished, and despite the rotten circumstances, the weight of his jacket around her shoulders and the warmth of his hands on her face makes her…content.

When Lance’s lips part, Pidge is suddenly aware of the pounding of her heart, and she hangs onto his every next word without meaning to. “Pidge, I think I—”

The sound of shattering glass interrupts him, and Lance lets go of Pidge and leans away from her. She scowls, annoyed at the disruption, and peaks over her seat to see one of Allura’s mice darting away from the scene of a crime.

Lance laughs, leaning forward and burying his face in his hands, and Pidge joins in. They laugh until they’re both breathless, and Pidge thinks that the mouse interrupting - or eavesdropping more likely - is for the better.

When they’ve both caught their breath, Lance leans back in the seat and grumbles, “And now we have to grovel to Lotor.”

Blinking in surprise at the turn the conversation has taken, Pidge admits, “He’s really not that bad.”

“Oh, not you too,” Lance mutters. She feels him stiffen against her, and when she turns her head towards him he averts his eyes. “First Allura and now you…”

Pidge narrows her eyes at him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” she demands.

Lance shrugs, cheeks turning red, and says, “I just didn’t think you liked him, after…what happened with your dad.”

“I’ve had some time to think about it, I guess,” Pidge says, but then she smirks and adds, “And I still don’t like him.” She wraps her arms around Lance’s waist and rests her forehead against his shoulder. “After all, I wouldn’t want him to keep me company now.”

Lance chuckles, the sound rumbling pleasantly into her side, and pulls her closer with an arm around her shoulders. He presses his nose into her hair and says, “Then I’m honored you’re letting me.”

“There’s no competition,” Pidge snorts, glad he can’t see her face when it heats up. “There never was.”

#plance #pidgance #lidge #flirtyrobot #i know i have a few more birthday prompts #but i got a couple others around the same time #kinda just filling them as the inspiration strikes me #well i lacked inspiration for this one #probably why it's like...that #qna #voltron #reem writes fic #Anonymous #vld 5 spoilers

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panda-noosh · 6 years

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Well since you're taking request and I love your ShiroxReader ones could you do one of the reader being a famous YouTuber and Shiro has a crush on them and when he gets the chance to meet them, He's a nervous shit xD

Words: 862

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Here you go! x

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Shit. Shit. Shit. Okay. Cool. Calm. Breathing. Breathing isgood. It's good! Everything is good.

The comfort was playing like a mantra in Shiro's head, the onlything keeping him sane in this moment of paralysing fear.

He was never big on meet and greets. He didn't see the point ingiving somebody your money just so you can spend a few seconds gazinginto their eyes before being ushered off by a big security guard. Hethought it was slightly degrading.

But the moment he saw that you were doing a meet and greet, hewas buying tickets before he could stop himself. It was like hisfingers had been drawn to the keyboard like metal to a magnet, and hewas unable to feel any regret for his actions.

Although, as he walked into the venue, he wasn't entirely surehe made the best decision.

Sure, it was money well spent. You were his favourite. He watchedyou almost every spare moment, loving the way you spoke, the way youseemed to connect to the people on the other side of the screenwithout actually knowing who that person was. You had changed so manypeople's lives with your sit-down videos, talking about issues thatno other Youtubers dared to talk about; Shiro found it admirable.

But he was nervous, and Shiro was weird when he was nervous. Heknew that, and he tried to ignore it as he got in line and waited forhis turn to greet you.

He had to admit he felt stupid. Here he was, this bulk of a man,tall and muscled, standing in line to meet a Youtuber. Howmany other better things could he have been doing in this moment? Heprobably had so much work to do at home, and yet here he stood,wringing his hands out in front of him as he tried to fight the urgeto let the nerves eat him alive.

The crowd started screaming, and you stepped out from behind thecurtain.

Shiro closed his eyes in panic. He couldn't look at you yet. Hewasn't ready. He hadn't emotionally prepared himself enough. He wasgoing to stutter. His knees were going to give in. He was going tofall to the floor, and he was going to drag the table down with him.

He couldn't come up with a situation in which this scenario wasgoing to end up positive.

The line moved slowly. You were taking everybodies name down ona napkin at the side of you, as well as Twitter handles and Instagramnames. You truly were spending as much time as possible with thepeople who came to support you, and perhaps it was that very factthat made Shiro settle down enough to actually step forward to greetyou.

It was his turn. Your eyes met his. He felt his tongue tanglingin his mouth, words going short, but he forced his feet to shufflehim forward until he was standing in front of you. You grinned up athim, grabbing a poster from the pile and signing it.

“Well, hello,” you chuckled whenever Shiro failed to greetyou like everybody else had. “You okay? You seem a little startled.I'm not that scary, am I?”

Shiro snapped out of it. “What? No. Of course not. I'm just –I'm a really big fan. My name's Shiro. Takashi. People – Peopledon't call me that, though.”

You nodded, smiling down at the poster as you wrote. Shiro couldhave stayed like that forever, locked in silence, just looking at youenjoying yourself.

But then you looked up, and your eyes were on his again, and hewasn't entirely sure how to breathe any more.

“Hey, Shiro. My name's Y/N.”

He laughed. “I'm awareof that.”

“You know, I really like your hair,” you continued. Youreached forward over the table, gently ran your hands through thegreying ends of his black hair; the grey ends were caused by stress,but he found himself not wanting to admit that fact to you at themoment. “It's very fashionable. I want to dye my hair a differentcolour, but I wouldn't know what to get. Do you have suggestions?”

Shiro frowned. “I like your hair colour as it is.”

Your eyes brightened – genuinely twinkled. “You do?” Youreached up and ran your hands through the strands. “I think it's abit plain, you know.”

Shiro shook his head. “No. No, it's lovely. It suits you.”

You grinned, looking back down at the poster in front of you witha blush forming on your face. Shiro nearly chuckled, the sight of youbecoming flustered amusing him. You were the celebrity. It was himwho was supposed to be getting flustered and blushed-up at thismoment.

“Well, thank you for saying that,” you said, looking upagain. “I really appreciate it. You've put my mind at ease, MrShiro.”

He smiled then. “That's what you do with your videos everyweek. It's the least I can do return the favour.”

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chatlote · 6 years

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So I signed up for the klance exchange a while back and got @tiredpidgeon ! You asked for some hurt/comfort and that’s what I went for. I really hope you like it!

(Fic under the cut, 2′700 words)

that’s good to know

It had been a close call. Way too close, if you were to ask Keith.

He felt sweaty and tired, and he was guessing the rest of the team was only able to speak so loudly because of the adrenaline of having survived the battle.

"That surely was a tough mission." Allura commented with a smile in her face. She still tried to keep her good political posture but Keith could see that her back was slightly hunched, and there were small transparent drops of liquid travelling down her forehead. So Alteans sweat too.

The door to the Bridge opened and they were met by Shiro and Coran, looking at them with a mix of relief and pride.

"You all did very well out there." Shiro said in his fatherly sounding tone, looking at each of them individually. As soon as their eyes met, Keith looked away, staring at some corner in the room instead.

He couldn't agree less with Shiro; they had been sloppy. The mission could have went way better and been finished a lot quicker. If only I was able to lead them better.

"Hell yeah! We were awesome!" Hunk suddenly shouted, making Keith flinch and look back up.

If anyone was truly only standing thanks to adrenaline, it was Hunk. His speech was louder and faster than usual, which is what normally happened when he was panicking before a mission.

Hunk kept speaking, frantically moving his hands at the same time. "I really didn't think we would make it for a moment there but look at us! We turned the tables on them and- oh man, Shiro- you should have been there! You should have seen it!" He paused for a single second, changing his tone to be slightly more serious. "No seriously man, you really should have been there. You are still our best fighter, it really would have made our life a lot easier."

Shiro smiled sheepishly. "I will make sure to go along on one of the lions if it ever looks like we are going to face such danger."

Pidge smirked proudly. "Either way, I agree with Hunk's previous statement that we, were indeed, awesome" She pushed her glasses up with a single finger, that devious smile made Keith fear her sometimes. "I think I set a new record time at transcribing galra documents."

Returning to his previous excitement, Hunk mirrored Pidge's smirk. "And you actually managed to knock one of them out while doing it!" Then Hunk turned to Allura. "-And Allura! You keep getting better and better at using your whip thingy, that move you did like- shoosh and slash." He said while swinging his arms around, trying to somewhat imitate somewhat Allura moves, which made the others in the room laugh. "And then there was Lance! The way he got between Keith and that sniper and dodged the bullet and then fired! Buddy you were-"Hunk turned around to speak to Lance directly only to realize that Lance wasn't there. He dropped his hands and frowned. "Wait, where is Lance?"

The room went silent as everyone shared similar confused looks between them.

Keith was aware that he was the only one that knew the answer. Kind of.

While everyone had been chatting on their way to the Bridge, Keith had been deep in his thoughts about the mission. How he could have done a better job, how someone could have gotten seriously hurt, how it would have been his fault...

Briefly interrupting these thoughts, he noticed Lance acting weird. He had been following behind everyone else, in odd silence, and from the corner of his field of vision, Keith saw him parting ways without saying a thing. If it was a normal day he would have called Lance out but after their last conversation he didn't feel like he had the right to question Lance actions.

The memory of Lance offering to leave Voltron replayed on his head. It hurt to remember it, and it hurt more to think his words didn't help at all.

Keith stepped forward and spoke up. "I will go find Lance. You should all go rest and we can go over the mission later."

He didn't wait for a confirmation or a reply as he started making his way out of the Bridge, only briefly catching Shiro saying "Let's do what Keith said-" the doors closed, cutting Shiro off.

As he walked through the halls, keeping an eye out for Lance, Keith wondered what he could even say to Lance once he found him. Good job out there? Thank you for saving me? See how much we need you on the team, we would have failed without you? He shook his head, nothing sounded right, nothing sounded honest enough. Please don't do that again, for a moment I thought the bullet had hit you and I am scared of losing you. You mean more to me than you can imagine.. I think I love-

Keith stopped in his tracks, staring at the ground.

He blinked once and then blinked twice.

There was something on the ground.

Small dark red spots of-

Blood.

Keith started running.

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Lance felt like a mess with a mix of failure.

Everyone else had turned out just fine, sure they all had suffered a few scratches here and there, but that was nothing compared to Lance. Lance, who actually managed to get himself shot. What a joke.

Thinking twice, maybe Keith wouldn't have turned out fine if it wasn't for Lance, but he still believed that Keith would have found a way to reflect the bullet with this sword or some cool junk like that. He is Keith after all.

Not that Lance regretted putting himself in the way. Not in the slightest, he would do it all over again if necessary considering it meant making sure that Keith would be safe. However, he still felt pathetic.

Currently half limping down the halls, with his right hand at his left side, as a poor excuse clogging up the wound. It wasn't too deep in his opinion, just losing a bit of blood is all, which he should probably stop from flowing as soon as he can.

Frustrated at the weight of his armor, Lance stopped only briefly to slip out of the top of his armor, leaving it abandoned in the hallway.

Someone will probably complain about that later, for giving them more work, unless... they notice the bloody handprint on the white metal, and then... they would instead complain for not telling them he was injured.

He made a mental note to come retrieve the armor piece before anyone found it.

And so step by step, trying to not trip on himself, with a hand against the wall for support, he kept on walking, while thinking over his options for where he should go.

The wound wasn't too deep, so he could probably just go to his room, grab some cloth and stop the bleeding properly, however he wouldn't be fully healed and someone could notice eventually. Meanwhile, if he went to the pods he could put his trust on Altean technology, but someone was bound to find out that he used the pods, most likely Coran.

Either way it didn't seem like it would be easy to keep it a secret. He groaned in frustration.

Before he could make a decision, someone shouted his name, echoing on the hallway, stopped him in his tracks. "Lance!"

Lance froze, swearing internally. He clenched harder at his side, hoping somehow that it would fix the wound, but instead it just made him hiss in pain. Giving up, he turned around, crossing his arms, trying to play it cool and hide his wound.

It was then he realized who had called for him. "Oh." He hadn't expected Keith of all people to be the one trying finding him. "Hey man, what's up? Is this about the mission?"

"I- you are hurt." Keith said, gasping for air, his expression was painted in worry.

He considering his available moves, how he could get out of this without revealing more than he wanted. "Psch, no I'm not. We were all incredible and owned that fight."

"Lance I saw the blood."

"What blood? Are you sure that wasn't just red goo?" Lance blatantly lied and Keith wasn't buying it in the slightest. His frown only deepened at his words, Lance tried to joke around. "Hey c'mon, stop with that face, you will get wrinkles you know? And you have your pretty face going on, it would be a shame to ruin it."

"Pretty? Wha- wait no that's-, " Lance smirked as he saw Keith cheeks darken slightly, unfortunately however, his expression didn't change at all. "Lance you are injured you have to go to a pod!"

Lance sighed in defeat and shrugged. "It's really not that big of an injury, just a scratch."

"You should have said something."

"I don't want to be bothering all of you with my problems more than necessary."

"Lance you-! You- aren't bothering anyone, we care about you-" Keith paused, biting his lip. "I care about you and... and if this is somehow about you being the weakest, then you are wrong."

"What?" Lance laughed. "You honestly think I'm not the weakest Keith?" He asked amused with a raised eyebrow. "Name a single person on this team that is weaker than me. Coran doesn't count by the way."

"I- there is no one, we are all a team, there isn't weaker or stronger."

Lance felt anger twirling inside him, he knew that Keith was only trying to help, he knew he shouldn't be angry, but he couldn't help it. "Don't lie to me Keith." Lance snarled. "Not you of all people."

"I'm not lying!" Keith replied on a tone that matched his own.

Lance really didn't want to argue over this. Not with Keith, who he unfortunately had a hopeless crush on, that he knew it would never work out. He still didn't want Keith to know how pathetic he really was.

But he was too tired to keep up his facade.

He breathed in and out slowly. "Then tell me, Keith. Why I'm the only one who got hurt." His voice was trembling as he felt the sting of tears forming at the corner of his eyes. Keith didn't say a word. "I am weaker than all of you, Keith. You said things would work themselves out but I still think I should just leave, Shiro should be a paladin, not me." He stared at the ground, tightening his arms around himself, as if giving a hug to himself. "This team would be better off without me."

Lance waited for Keith to reply, to agree with him and leave possibly. When he heard nothing, he looked up to find Keith staring at him, sadness evident in his face, it was a weird look on Keith; and when he spoke, Lance was taken by surprise at how soft his words were. "Now that's a lie" He was only loud enough for Lance to be able to hear. "We would never be better off without you, you are important to this team lance." He smiled. "Our sharpshooter, right? You literally just saved my life."

"You could have dodged that."

"I had my back turned to the sniper, I had no way of knowing. Also you got hurt not because you are weak but because you are a self sacrificing idiot." Lance couldn't find it in himself to disagree with that. "This is my fault, I wasn't clear enough last time we spoke, I don't know how to talk to people."

Lance stopped breathing then, as he felt Keith's gloved hand against his cheek. He didn't try to pull away and Keith kept going.

"I don't know how to talk to people but I am being as honest as I can be when I say that team Voltron wouldn't exist without you."

Lance smiled weakly. "Who are you and what did you do with Keith?" Lance tried to joke, though there were still tears coming from his eyes.

Keith rolled his eyes slightly, laughing softly and Lance fell in love with the sound. "Don't be a jerk, I'm trying."

"I'm not special Keith, I really am not. All I did was learn how to shoot and practiced it a little harder on that than the rest of you... That's the thing, I had to learn, but the rest of you all had natural talent. You are all so... special... And it's been like this my whole life you know? My siblings were older and better than me, on the Garrison I only got in because you flunked out, and now I'm just a poor excuse of a pilot for red. I can't pilot her like you... I can't be you."

"Lance you are way better than me, your shooting skills are honestly worth a lot more than we give them credit for, you can actually talk to the others, you put the team above yourself and look out for everyone, even me... You believe in me to do a job that not even I think I can do."

Lance smiled softly. "Because it's the truth, you can do it. I know you can, all you need is- nh-" Suddenly a sharp pain cut him off, he instinctively hunched forward, slipping away from Keith's hold.

He felt Keith grabbing onto his shoulder. "Lance, we really should be getting you to a pod."

"Okay yeah, I guess this wasn't the best moment for a heartfelt chat." His vision was becoming hazzy, and he felt like he was drowning, it was almost peaceful.

He let himself be guided by Keith and everything else became a blur.

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After putting Lance inside a pod and making sure that everything was working properly, Keith sat down besides his pod.

He thought over their conversation, wondering if he had done any mistakes. He hated how hard it was for him to express himself better around people.

Lance had believed in him more than anyone else when the Black Lion chose him, and he had been there for Keith. Everyone in his life who had been close to him had left him alone at some point or another. His mom, his dad... Shiro.

He didn't want Lance to be like the rest of them.

When Lance woke up after a few minutes, he stumbled out of the pod, only managing to not fall on the ground by holding onto the pod.

Keith observed silently as Lance looked around the room, stopping when their eyes met. "Hey... uh." Lance rubbed his eyes, obviously still dazed. "Did you... wait the whole time I was on the pod?"

"Yes."

"Did the others find out about uh... me?

"No, I also went to get your armor." He pointed at the said piece in a corner, with his own next to it."

"Oh, thank you..." An awkward silence set in the room. "This is kind of awkward now."

Keith slowly got up, faced Lance, and then placed his arms firmly around Lance, hugging him.

"And it keeps getting more awkward alright."

"I don’t know my way around words like you do, so I don't know what is the right thing to say, and I don't know if what I said earlier helped in any way but I need you to know that you are important. I can't pretend like I know what the rest of the team thinks but you are important to me at least." He stopped briefly. "Please don't think about leaving."

Keith was nervous in the silence that followed, anxiously waiting for a reply. Slowly he got his answer, as Lance raised his arms and put them around Keith, returning the hug, Keith relaxed.

He could feel Lance shivering under hands, and then he heard the sniffs, realizing that Lance was crying.

They stayed like that for a while. Keith didn't know how long, could have been second, could have been half an hour.

"Thank you Keith..."Lance sniffed again. "Sorry for ruining your suit."

"I don't care that much about it."

Lance went silent and Keith had no idea what could be going through his mind, but something told him that there was something he wanted to say.

Eventually, Lance did speak again, his tone raspy and quiet, almost too soft to ear. "If I told you I love you, would you start hating me?"

Keith only took one second to think before replying. "I doubt it, considering I love you too."

Lance chuckled and Keith smiled at the sound. "Well, that's good to know."

#klanceholidayexchange2017 #klance #voltron #vld #my fics #my art #-so nervous about this-#-somehow i managed to finish

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serenephenix · 7 years

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Quick Fix

Another day, another prompt ... Someone stop me please.

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[Fandom]:Voltron: Legendary Defender

[Rating]: Teen Audience/ Gen

[Genre]: Friendship, character introspection, Hurt, Comfort

[Word count]: 4.000

[Warning]: Angst, detailed depictions of depression and its symptoms/ read at own risk

[Status]: oneshot/ completed

[AN]: Please note that Allura is not the villain. Allura is the leader of a group fighting a war. She has to make the hardest decisions and I think she is painfully aware of that fact. And I greatly admire her for her strength and willingness to take on the burden her father left her with.

The real enemy in this is homesickness and people not properly communicating. (and depression)

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He wanted to get a grip on it. He needed to get a grip on it.

But he just couldn’t.

Lance did not know when it had gotten out of hand like this, couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when his whole inner world had collapsed. Funny thing was: he could not even say if he meant this literally or not.

Because fuck did everything hurt at this point.

Because, right where his heart should be, (a little off to the left to center of his chest. how could he tell so exactly? it came with the condition) there was nothing but a deep gaping chasm. Just something dark and bottomless greedily sucking in emotions, feelings, thoughts… and memories.

Lance had felt it forming slowly. And he had been stupid enough not to give it too much thought. He knew the drill, knew how to squash down his longing for his family, his little sibs, his older sisters and brothers, for his grand-parents, for his dad… for his mom.

The hole had already shown itself multiple times, not just at the Garrison when he was away for months on end, but on school trips, on vacation with friends, even on that vacation he had spent with Hunk and his family and Lance still felt bad for that one evening where he had told Hunk that despite their efforts, he still kind of missed home.

(Bless Hunk for having been understanding. For having offered he go back home despite all the stuff they had planned for that summer. But that reassurance was enough for Lance to actually not do it, to stay, and to enjoy the lazy days as much as possible.)

It all seemed to come down to the fact that, no matter where on Earth, he still would have been able to somehow get back to his family, to reach them at the very least and hear their voices, their reassurances, their encouragements, their teasing. Their love for him.

But if space was anything, then it was dark, and vast, and empty.

At least, it felt pretty empty even though Lance knew it wasn’t true.

But his brain was not really into supplying him with reliable or even correct information, opting to rather give him the bleakest outlooks it could conjure up at random anywhere, anytime.

You’re not going to see them again.

Do you have any idea how heartbroken your mom probably is?

You’re the worst.

It was a battle at two fronts. And when it came to the pesky little comments, Lance had somewhat taught himself how to handle them: breathe in once, imagine plucking up these sentences out of the air like feathers, then drop them and kick them as far away as possible.

It was something he had needed to learn at the Garrison, when the teachers had become very particular about making him (or anyone else for that matter) feel especially bad about themselves. Probably because these people could only dream of doing what they were going to do someday.

There were comments that were harder to ignore but Lance’s father always told him that it was him who had to choose not to believe these things, that he could help him and support him in this endeavor, but that he was the one who had to do the fighting ultimately.

And Lance had taken that advice seriously. He would be eternally grateful to his father for it.

Yet, Lance still did not know what to do about the constant pain in his chest.

The pain he had grown so used to over the time he had spent in space that he no longer had to try and catch his breath in the morning when he awoke, that had made him pound and rub and scratch at the skin just above his heart in some sort of futile attempt to alleviate it, that had made it hard to get comfortable no matter where he was sitting or standing, that had made his throat hurt from exertion when he tried to act in his casually loud way and laugh with the others.

It had already been noticeable on Arus, had become a minor inconvenience after confronting Zarkon the first time, had set him on edge as they started planning their final assault and finally derailed after they lost Shiro and sent all of the team into a loop.

Now, not only did he miss the family that he had left back on Earth (without a warning. without a note.) but the one they had tentatively tried to form here up in space was slowly falling apart as they grieved and searched and wondered. Wondered about where Shiro had disappeared to, wondered what was to become of Voltron, wondered how they could make things right again.

He knew Allura and Kolivan were determined to go on, as was everybody else apparently. Their victory was crucial, but it was but the beginning of an actually much longer fight.

And that was where Lance had put all of his concentration, every ounce of willpower into not crying in front of everyone, in front of his leaders and teammates.

He wanted home. He wanted to see his blood family.

Why was Allura always going back on this every single time? Why was no one speaking up, calling her out?

He did not really hate her for it. He knew that what they were doing was important, understood what was at stake. But…

He was tired. He was so incredibly tired.

Tired of fighting this war where he constantly feared for the others, for himself, and where he had seen things he wished he could forever wipe from his memory.

Tired of pretending that he was not crushed every time they were told it would take longer for them to get home.

Tired of having to hold himself together when he was constantly picking up the pieces of himself, putting them back in place with glue that never worked, that never had enough time to dry.

He was tired of himself, of his constant inner whining and anger and sadness and longing.

He was tired of even starting to make Blue feel bad: Blue who was trying to help and soothe and reassure but was ultimately as powerless as Lance when it came to granting his deepest wish.

He was tired of being so scared of the pain and numbness overtaking him one of these days.

He was tired.

Hunk knew something was off with Lance and he had a pretty good idea what it was.

It was something vital about his friend that he somehow managed to forget about in the past few months, only because they were pretty much trying not to die out here and also because Lance had kept suspiciously quiet about it.

Not many people would believe him when he said it, but Lance actually did put a lot of effort in keeping up morale, just not in the very obvious way of flirting and joking even if it did somewhat contribute.

Hunk had come to understand that Lance, when needed, could put things (the really, really important things) on backburner and concentrate on the task at hand with very little substantial complaint.

Not that he didn’t complain, but Hunk knew those were about inconsequential, unimportant matters even Lance did not consider worthy of that much attention. But complaining was entertaining and would get others to talk and engage with him.

No.

What Hunk meant were the things Lance locked up and put so much effort into hiding that by the end of it, he was drained and wrung out. Hunk had seen it more than once, and although never as overdramatic as his friend’s purposefully displays of teenage stubbornness, those moments were very much real and hurt. It hurt because somehow, when Lance was at his lowest he became just as good at infecting people with his emotions as when he was at his absolute best.

And lately, Hunk had noticed, Lance was pretty much never at his best.

If anything, he’d have to say that Lance was somehow fading in front of his eyes. And it scared him.

Sure, Lance smiled and cheered and flirted and talked but there was something vital missing in it. A certain spark, a certain vitality that was so Lance it couldn’t be overlooked.

He had seen his best friend at some low points in his life. But just by remembering those and comparing that to what he was seeing now… Hunk knew it would get ugly. Real ugly.

He was mentally steeling himself as he prepared a new batch of cookies, scaultrite-less and hopefully edible this time.

He had had this planned for some time now. It needed to be addressed eventually, better sooner rather than later, and he would need time and privacy for this. It would be unfair and cruel towards Lance to put him on the spot in front of the others even if it might make everyone finally aware that there was something going very wrong with their team dynamic.

He did not need to be a genius mechanic to understand that this whole thing was going to blow up if even just one of them broke under the strain.

Hunk could even admit to himself that he was starting to have issues. The nightmares were frequent and he was taught and restless more often than not. But at least he had his cooking and tinkering with Pidge and lately, despite them not having had a chance to form Voltron, his bond with Yellow was growing stronger and the Lion’s presence was a huge relief.

But as far as Hunk had become aware as of late (so many little things that he was starting to pick up on now that he’d grown suspicious), Lance did not really have much to occupy himself with when they were not in battle. Or just not anything enjoyable or amusive. Coran was keeping them all on their toes with chores and the likes but apart from that… nothing that sort of correlated with any of the things Lance had liked to do back on Earth.

Lance loved to listen to music on end (loudly), loved going to town and just hang out with him on one of the benches while watching people, the both of them guessing about gossip and coming up with life stories for these strangers while the ice-scream they were eating slowly became runny and coated their fingers in a sticky, sugary mess. He loved talking with new people, even the ones where all of Hunk’s inner instincts (which Lance obviously did not possess) warned him.

Lance was social and needed company to be happy.

But more than anything, Lance needed his family.

And as of late, those seemed to be about the only things that this huge empty Castle, with a constantly tired skeleton crew, could not provide.

Hunk did not necessarily feel bad that he could not give Lance all the attention he needed, simply because of the many missions and because his skills were constantly needed in the hangars or on the bridge or by Pidge, but because it had taken him this long to remember these essential facts and because it had taken him this long to notice how bad it had gotten by now.

Lance had been trying hard and Hunk wanted to allow him to let go for a moment. That was the least he could do. Because ultimately, there was not much he could do about Lance getting back into contact with his family.

And if he were being honest, he felt pretty homesick too.

He found Lance in Blue’s hangar eventually; cleaning the lion with supplies Coran had provided them with.

Lance had been down here a lot lately. Probably because even if Lance started crying in front of his girl, there was no way she could snitch on him. The perks of a Lion that could not speak to anyone but her pilot, Hunk guessed.

Lance did not even seem to notice him entering, scrubbing clean the claws of a paw that was raised so that he could reach its underside. As adorable as it looked, Hunk could only focus on Lance’s face.

Now that he wasn’t trying to act happy and enthusiastic, the fatigue was evident.

It made Hunk’s heart plummet a little.

“Hey!”

His call had Lance blinking slowly, head turning in his direction. It was somewhat funny to watch as Lance’s brain seemed to catch up to the fact that he was no longer alone, brow scrunched up in slight confusion but it did worry Hunk just how long the whole process took, as though Lance had to struggle hard to pull himself back to reality.

He did not know what it meant, because he had never witnessed something of the likes in his friend. The worry mingled with something colder and sharper, with the anxiety Hunk and started to finally get a grip on with this lifestyle. And now it came back, because Lance was very much acting unlike himself.

Soon enough there was a smile, convincing enough that Hunk could almost forget what he saw, play it off.

Almost.

Lance dropped the rag into a neon-pink bucket and patted Blue’s paw as he came to meet Hunk and the Lion gently lowered the appendage until she was sitting regal as ever but despite her aloof posture Hunk had the distinct feeling she was watching intently. Maybe she knew he was up to something. Hopefully, Lance did not because then he would just clamp up and Hunk would have to wait for awhile before he could approach him again. And that was time he felt he did not have.

“Hey Hunk, what you’re doing here? Wait, are those cookies!”

He skipped over to him, eyes alight. It sounded enthusiastic enough. Maybe Hunk was being too melodramatic and overanalyzing things. It’s what he did.

“Yeah, I think I managed to make something that comes close to it but I kind of need a taste tester.”

One of the crumbly treats was already snatched off the plate before he was even finished. Lance bit into it, crunching loudly. Lance made a show of his eyes rolling back into his head, his whole body going with the motion, and gave a sort of deep moan that was obnoxiously satisfying to hear.

“This is so good.” Lance finally said around a mouthful he had yet to swallow, restless fingers already going for for the next piece before Hunk quickly held it out of reach. He couldn’t help the small smile at Lance’s pout.

It gave him hope. Lance was not that far gone.

“Nope, these are to be savored, so we are not going to eat them like some filthy animals.”, he said firmly, nodding his head to a kind of nook with a metal bench, “Let’s sit down. I even got something to drink.”

He twitched his leg, so that Lance could see his tool belt he had misused as a bag to carry some water pouches hanging from his hip.

Lance gave him a look but luckily there was no suspicion in those blue eyes.

Once they were sat, plate between them and sipping on their water and hands going for the cookies once in a while, Lance seemed to relax, droop even if Hunk were being honest.

Lance really was good at taking care of himself and his appearance, simply because Hunk only now noticed the bruises forming under his eyes. Bruises pretty much every human on this ship was starting to sport at this point.

It was a good silence, the kind of silence that was companionable and easy. A routine.

And now of all times Hunk did start to feel bad, because maybe this was what he should have done from the very start. Just hang out for a few minutes. Maybe then he would not have to do what he was about to do.

“Lance?”

He got a hum, Lance nibbling on the remains of a cookie as his eyes, half-lidded with exhaustion, remained trained on Blue’s form.

“Are you holding up alright?”

The cookie landed on the metal bench with a hollow plonk and Lance coughed as his lungs tried to get out the bit he had accidently inhaled. Hunk was quick to thump him on the back once.

“Thanks.”, Lance rasped, blinking back the tears that had sprung to his eyes from the ordeal, “I’m fine.”

And there it was, the one thing Hunk did not want to see: that damned smile that just did not reach his friend’s eyes.

“I call bullshit.”

Hunk never sugarcoated anything. Lance had once remarked on that and Hunk had been pretty panicked back then, because usually, when other kids told him that the inevitable ultimatum followed: drop it or we’re no longer friends.

Hunk had hated it, had hated that a lot of friendships had ended because he had a hard time keeping his opinions to himself and because his friends s up until then had all been unable to handle the truth when it was punching them in the face in the form of Hunk telling them “I told you.”

But Lance had surprised him, telling him that he could cut down on the whole ranting part but all in all he was glad he finally met someone who would let him know he was about to do something stupid and not let him run into his doom for laughs.

Hunk guessed that it was in parts this that made their friendship something meaningful and lasting.

Because they accepted their shortcomings with good natured humor and turned it into a strength.

As they sat here, in the hangar, Hunk watched as something sparked in Lance’s eyes.

He watched as hi friend’s face fell, as his shoulders sagged, as he caved in on himself as though he were a balloon with the air escaping it slowly. He watched as his friend unraveled, willingly and without pretense.

“It’s so hard.”

The tears came much faster than Hunk had anticipated, running down Lance’s nose and cheeks as he sniffed and rubbed at his nose with the back of his hand as though it might prevent the inevitable flow.

He was quick to put aside the plate and put and arm around Lance, his friend responding by winding long arms around his middle, burying his face into Hunk’s vest.

Hunk carded a hand through Lance’s hair as his friend tried to stifle his sobs. What for exactly, Hunk could not tell but he was not going to berate Lance for that. It would be unkind.

He gave Lance time, holding him close and hugging him, running his arm over his friend’s bicep or over his unruly locks, feeling Lance shudder and heave quiet sobs. He had to take a deep breath himself and Lance had not even said anything. He somewhat dreaded the moment he actually would. He felt entirely unprepared for this.

He had probably bitten off more than he could chew. There was no going back now though.

Lance sounded drowsy when he finally started talking. It was impossible to tell whether it was due to the crying or because he was for once not putting any effort into pretending to be energetic and happy.

“I’m really tired Hunk.”

“I figured.” He took another deep breath, Lance shifting slightly to readjust his position. “And I think we are all really tired by now.”

Lance did not nod in reply, did not do anything but breathe quietly. It took him a few minutes before he started talking again and Hunk waited patiently.

“I’m not just tired from fighting Hunk.”

“You probably miss home, right.”

It did not even need to be asked. It was a given.

Lance’s face buried into his shoulder. Where the thick fabric of his vest ended, he could feel moisture dampening his shirt. Lance was crying again but without any sound. He was most likely too exhausted for that.

“I miss them so much.” It was miserable whine, raw and painful. It echoed every bit of longing Hunk himself felt for Earth. For his mother and his dad. For his granny. He did not try to fight the moisture gathering and spilling from his eyes but he made sure his voice was steady. It was a monumental effort. It was the same effort Lance has put forth for them every single day.

“I know.”

“I want to call them, just to hear their voices and to let them know I didn’t leave without a note because I wanted to. I want them to know I didn’t run away or anything, that I’m fine but…” He gulped in a lungful of air, as though he were drowning. Drowning in sorrow, Hunk thought. “I know we can’t do that.”

Bullshit, he thought with sudden viciousness. They should talk about this with Allura. Even if they could not go back, they should at least be able to contact them. Yeah, the empire might still be standing but maybe they actually could invest some time into hacking one of the satellites orbiting Earth to just let their loved ones know they were still alive. He knew if anyone could pull it off it would be Pidge. And all things considered, they also might want to call back home. Hunk remembered that they at some pointed mentioned their mom being all alone.

But that was a plan to put into action at a later date.

“We’ll find a solution.”

There was a long stretch of nothing but when Lance finally spoke again, Hunk felt ice shoot through his veins.

“It’s been hurting so much… I feel so numb from it, Hunk. And it’s scary.”

Lance was downright trembling. Hunk held on tighter, began stroking him again, even burying his cheek into Lance’s hair. Anything to give Lance closeness and affection.

“What do you mean?”

It was hard to stay calm. It was hard to not be lured into the clutches of his own anxiety.

He looked down as he felt one Lance’s arms move and saw him tap on his chest with his index a few times, a hollow rap he still heard in the silence.

“I tried to ignore it. But it just keeps getting worse. It’s like this black hole that sucks up everything, and it’s so hard to hold onto any kind of feeling when it does that.”

Lance let his hand sink down into his lap and fell silent.

Hunk took back everything. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

He was a bad friend.

Lance went on, unknowing of the minor meltdown Hunk was having. And he never should know, because the guilt would eat Lance up alive if he ever found out Hunk had been distressed because of him.

“I can laugh and cry and get angry, yeah, but it feels like it doesn’t come from me. Or most of the time anyway.”

“I’m sorry, man.” And Hunk was. He really, really was.

“We’ll talk with Allura and we’ll somehow get back into contact with our families. I promise, okay? Okay?”

He insisted when Lance first made no comment, gave no indication that he was listening. He gave a weak affirmation, but the tone alone told Hunk that it was more to placate him than Lance genuinely believing him.

They would, or he at least, would bring forth his suggestion to Allura and Coran. He would fight them on it. He would fight anyone on this.

And once they’d done it, they could go back to saving enslaved planets, could go back to tracking down Shiro, could go back to being Defenders of the universe.

But before any of that, this would have to be fixed.

And Hunk could admit to himself that he too wanted nothing more than to hear his parent’s voices again one more time.

#vld #voltron #langst #lance #hunk #fanfiction #completed #i hurt myself writing this

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iliyovunjika · 7 years

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Verse Information

Au: A ᵇˡᶤᶰᵈ ᵐᵃᶰ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᵖˡᵉᶰᵗʸ ( ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ) ;;

➜ ( general information )

Full name : Shirogane Takashi Nicknames : Shiro Age : 19 Date of birth : Feb. 29th Occupation : Paladin Sexuality : Pansexual

➜ ( appearance )

Height : 6'6" Weight : 198ibs ( 89.81kg ) Hair color : Black with white bangs. Eye color : Dark Brown. Distinguishing features : Milky film over eyes, Size, Scars, Prosthetic right arm.

➜ ( background information )

Current residence : Castle of Lions. Financial status : -- Education level : Above average. Father & mother : Father is Deceased. Mother is Shirogane Hoshiko. Siblings : None.

➜ ( things )

Likes : Music, Animals, People, Being of Use, Protecting them, Having fun with the team. Dislikes : Fighting, Problems within the team that go unresolved, Violence in general, Himself, Zarkon, the Arena, The war they're in, etc etc. Hobbies : Training, Writing, Piano, Violin. Always : Writing in his journal to document things but writes in Alien languages he's picked up over the time he's been a prisoner and traveling. Ready for a fight. Battling his own inner self and thoughts. Doing his best for the others. Protective of everyone around him. Wondering what could've been different. How to get them all home in one piece. Is : Self loathing to an extreme. Extremely calculating. Listening to everything around him at all times. Aware of his surroundings at all times. Plagued by nightmares. Lacking in sleep most of the time. Looking towards the team. Defense Skill Set : Well trained in Aikidō, Daitō-ryū Aiki-jūjutsu, Isshin-ryū & Shaolin wushu prior to the Kerberos mission. Trained in other areas of defense in the Arena.

➜ ( summary )

The eyes are an important part of battle some say, but most never realize the area surrounding the eyes are just as important. When his face was sliced, instead of walking out of it with full vision and a complete stable line of sight-- Shiro suffered damage to the lower orbital muscles beneath his eyes, too much to fix and too much to replace. Although more often than not, they would've opted to replace the vision of one so entertaining (as they had his arm), he presented no issue in being entertaining still as he was. Damaged goods were still goods if they could be amusing. They mended the flesh but did nothing to repair his vision, sending him flailing and growling back into the arena without a care in the world. The expectation to see him slaughtered was high from the audience but they never were successful in their hopes. Due to his prior training before the Kerberos mission, he was more than capable of dealing with the situation.

Terrified was one word for it, determined to escape was the reality of it though. With Ulaz's help in doing so, everything followed as it had. Gradually with the natural order of healing, his vision in his right eye mended on its own. However, it was nothing impeccable and at best he could see coloured blobs of blurry shadows. It was more than what he had in the beginning though. As he was when he found himself a Paladin and seeing through Black's line of sight, completely syncing and trusting his Lion panned out to virtually be his eyes in general concerning flight. In a fight, he only got better as he went as he had before. Adaptation was something he was incredibly skilled at and in this, he wasn't useless to the team or in this war. With gradual work towards his eyes and their healing, there were possibilities of further improvements over time, but it wouldn't be an easy task and it wouldn't be a quick process either. He often uses a form of echolocation in silent areas, clicking his tongue and listening for the differences in reverberating sounds.

➜ ( notes )

Essentially, a verse where Shiro is blinded by the injury inflicted on his features. (In Mainverse, he's exceedingly aware of the possibility that he could've been blinded if the blade had gone deeper or a fraction higher.) I figured I'd explore alternative injury outcomes and made this into a little verse to play with.

#Au: A ᵇˡᶤᶰᵈ ᵐᵃᶰ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᵖˡᵉᶰᵗʸ ( ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ) ;;#OOC #L: ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉᶰ ᵏᵉᵉᵖᵉʳ | ˡᵉᵒ ;;#I might do more on this later but here's the basics~

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tarantula-hawk-wasp · 7 years

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Bat Paladin Chapter 2

voltron / batfam /dc comics crossover.

Chapter 1 link chapter 3 link Shiro is Bruce Wayne’s adopted son and part of the batfam AU created by me (I was the anon) and @newtsckamander

word count : 3.6k

Chapter 2/ 10?

When the Galra ship had first tractor-beamed him and the Holts up from the surface of Kerberos, he had hoped that they were just aliens who were overly enthusiastic and lacking in external communication methods.

And then when he was forced to his knees before what he assumed was their leader, a part of him still optimistically insisted that this was just some overly formal and rigid greeting custom.

From his experience aliens were just people -from other planets - but still people. He’d been enthusiastically prying stories about the cultures of Mars, and Tamaran, and Krypton and other planets from heroes for years. So he'd go along with the situation and their customs until he had a chance to explain his crew’s mission and hopeful rectify the whole deal.

After all, this was why he wanted to be an astronaut, - why he had joined the Garrison. Yes, a few humans had been to places throughout the universe. The Green Lanterns were like intergalactic police, the Justice League had some crafts that were many times faster than the ship that Shiro had flown to Kerberos, but they all were used for missions - for tasks that required speed and had a goal of justice or desperate diplomacy.

Shiro was in this to explore. He wanted to not just fly by moons and planets, but to set foot on them, to admire the view while he orbited, and maybe to interact with new cultures in a more immersive way than a week-long crisis allowed.

However, now he was beginning to realize that he seemed to have drawn the short-straw on alien encounters in his family.

Bruce was best friends with a Kryptonian, Dick had helped introduce both Starfire and Miss Martian to the planet, and Tim and Kon were close. Although from looking at the canines on them, he was rather glad their translation program didn't involve kissing.

The ship’s Commander? Captain? had called up someone who apparently outranked him and started speaking what Shiro heard as English, and he decided it was time to act. The Holts were both slumped with their helmets on and didn't seem inclined to take the initiative, but that was fine.

Shiro had been preparing a first contact spiel for nearly as long as he'd wanted to be an astronaut. It had worked on Superman. He hoped it would work now.

The Galra interrupted his “we come in peace” speech with a savage blow that knocked him unconscious.

******

The next species he saw went little better.

The three of them had been dragged and marched to a large room filled with other shackled beings for an ominous “processing”.

They were made to strip, scanned, sprayed with some vaguely ammonia-scented mist, scanned again and dressed in purple body suits and crop tops.

Matt started making a joke about the purple aesthetic that fell heavy when robot arms seized Sam Holt.

Callous limbs restrained Shiro and Matt and they hung shouting from their hold as Sam and a number of other aliens were pulled from the room; the tiny wasp like being with segmented legs that kept coughing, the thin wispy bamboo like pair, a hunched over green hominid, an old being wrapped in a shawl over the crop top with horns that curled three times before their point. The guards wouldn't say what was to come of those selected or of those left.

Shiro and Matt were shoved together into a dimly lit cell. There were already occupants, Shiro's eyes were still adjusting from the bright corridors, but he could hear and see bodies shifting along the walls. Shiro and Matt stayed still in the position they had been in when shoved in, half hunched and partly clinging to each other.

At last a deep voice came from the middle of the back wall.

“Can you speak?”

The question didn't sound hostile, more concerned.

“Yes.” Shiro answered.

“Where do they take the old ones, where did they take the others-?” Matt cut in. Shiro nudged him sharply. “- I want to know where they took my father.”

“Patience child, I can tell you.” Came the voice again. The speaker shifted forward into the swath of light from the door, they were a hulking alien with brownish magenta fur covering them except for a circle of shiny glands in the middle of their chest. They had four arms, the lower two of which planted on curled knuckles like an ape to hold them up so they could lean forward and gesture them closer with their upper arms. Their face was foreign but kind, eyes full black and a muted glossy and mouth wide. Shiro was in awe.

“The Galra take the weaker prisoners to work in their labor camps.”

“So they don't kill them.” Matt said almost desperately.

“No, though many die working, they are not slaughtered outright.” It was a paltry reassurance, but it answered Matt’s questions. Shiro, however still had many inquiries into the whole situation, however he did not want to pester the first friendly alien they’d met in this hellish place.

***

Matt seemed uninterested in their surroundings, after he had found out where his father was sent, he had shut down. He was sitting next to Shiro, pressed against his side, but staring at the floor with a furrowed brow.

When rations were given through a replicator-like inset rectangle that opened in the wall, the alien directed the distribution among the eight beings in the cell sternly from their place seated against the wall. After passing a water receptacle and servings of protein pellets that reminded Shiro of dog kibble and carbohydrate paste to Shiro and Matt, they regarded the pair with a thoughtful expression.

“You mentioned a parent and your eyes are fresh. Are you grown for your species?” Their low voice was again soft.

“Yes. I’m twenty-four and Matt is twenty-two years old.” Shiro felt suddenly aware of his youth. “We are barely adults, but yes, we are grown.”

“How long does your species live?”

“Eighty years, some longer, sometimes over one hundred.” Shiro was warming up to conversation, he was always interested in the differences between aliens and humans, and Matt seemed to have perked up marginally to listen in.

“So you are adults for your kind. My youngest child, they are thirty and in secondary school. I am one hundred and thirty-seven. My mates will likely outlive me by another hundred.” Their expression turned somber.

Shiro burned with a spark of righteous rage for this noble being. To have a lifespan like that, but seemingly no hope to see it, Shiro was disgusted with the universe, and now even more concerned for Matt and himself.

***

“How do we understand what’s being said?” Matt asked after they had overheard the guards yelling at the inhabitants of a nearby cell.

“The Galra took to using ancient Altean translation programs that are built into the computer mainframe of the ship. No one but the Alteans, or now, I suppose, some Galra, knows exactly how they work. Some form of adaptive brainwave system that interacts with the mind of the listener. It doesn’t work on texts.”

“So they can order their prisoners around, but we can’t make use of any signs or control panels.” Matt reasoned.

“Yes.”

***

That night they eventually slept against the wall near the alien and woke up to another meal of bland sustenance.

After the meal the alien warned them about the gladiator arena and what was to come. How they would be lined up in order, and the weapons allowed, and the sandy environment of the arena.

“Are the fights to the death?” Shiro asked. The alien looked sad.

“For newcomers like you, they often end up being so. After you survive that, not always - as long as you give a worthy show.”

Matt paled. He had engaged more in the morning but still seemed dazed in a way that Shiro could not fault him for.

“What do you mean by a good show? Long or talented or-” Shiro began to ask, his mind going back to movie nights with his siblings and then dramatic calls of ‘are you not entertained’ that earned an amused glare from the cowl on missions.

“Bloody.” The alien interrupted with a disapproving shudder. “The crowd is bloodthirsty, they want to see suffering and savagery.”

Shiro found himself frowning, he did not like the ideas that were beginning to spin into plans in his head.

****

After hearing the undefeated reputation of the gladiator, Myzax, who was to start the day’s fight, Shiro knew he had to do something. He just didn’t know when or what. It didn’t seem possible to simply make a break for it while they were being escorted to the arena from their cell.

It was Matt’s outburst of doubt, the first extended speech he’d done since the day before, that spurred Shiro into action.

Someone had to fight in this arena and Shiro wasn’t going to let it be Matt. It had to be Shiro for so many reasons. Matt hadn’t spent years watching expert martial artists train. Matt didn’t have a comprehensive grasp of self-defense or any form of fighting. Matt hadn’t sparred with dozens of people of different sizes and ability levels. Matt didn’t know anatomy well enough to know where to inflict injuries, where to take a hit, or how much a human could survive. Matt hadn’t had strategy drilled into his skull by listening to Bruce give the same lessons to child after child. Matt had no chance in this arena, Shiro had a small one.

So Shiro channeled the abilities of his father, and acted.

Shiro cut Matt’s leg as neatly as he could. It would be a damaging, hindering wound, but not entirely incapacitating or crippling. Matt wouldn’t be put to death for inefficiency but he would not be made to fight.

Shiro told Matt to take care of his father. He wished he could have had time to make sure Matt knew to take any chance he had of escape, and to not try to come back for Shiro. He wished he had time to tell Matt to find a Green Lantern. He wished he had time to tell Matt many things.

But strong hands were already on him pulling him towards his fate and away from Matt. Matt’s scared eyes that had dawning comprehension drowning in fear were burning into him and he knew they would stay with him in his dreams for the rest of his life. However short that may be.

Shiro had been raised by heroes but never became one himself. Maybe he couldn’t live his life as a bona fide superhero, but he could die by the principles of one.

***

Shiro hadn’t died.

The mantras and skills he had absorbed in Gotham City had kept him alive and without major injuries. He was scraped and sore and had a badly bruised rib, but nothing was broken when he was taken back to his cell.

The large alien in the back made a pained sound of inquiry when he was shoved into the room alone.

“He’s alive. He got sent to the labor camp instead.” Shiro didn’t want to tell this kind being how he had felt the vibration up the sword into his wrist when it cut through Matt’s flesh. Or how much harder he had to swing to cut through the thick skin of Myzax.

He did anyway that night, pulled flush to their side with a heavy arm resting on him.

Before he fell asleep he had wept. For Matt, for Sam, for himself. Then for Keith, and for his brothers and sisters, and Bruce and Alfred and the league and everyone he felt like he was disappointing by winning.

***

After his first fight to the death, Shiro made it back to their cell before he threw up. He retched and retched and all he could see in the bile was the splatters of blood spilling onto the sand. Each spasm aggravated the bite on his shoulder that the now dead opponent had given him. It had been half healed by a cursory use of a light-based device and then covered by a skin-conforming synthetic bandage. It ached in time with his pulse.

Shiro retched on nothing, gagging and choking with tears in his eyes.

There was a heavy hand on his back, not rubbing in circles as his father or Alfred would have done, but resting as a still weight. For once, Shiro appreciated the difference.

“Have you killed before here?” They ask, unprompted.

“No.” Shiro tries not to hear the echoes in his mind of Bruce’s no killing mantra, and shouted arguments between everyone and Jason.

Shiro throbbed with self-loathing. He had had no choice but to strike down his opponent, who had been trying even harder to kill him. But he still felt like he had failed. Bruce would have found a way to incapacitate his opponent. So would Dick. Tim could have wielded the thin broken pipe he had stolen from the swivel-jointed appendage of his opponent nearly as well as his staff. Cass wouldn’t have needed to make a choice. Jason wouldn’t have cared.

Shiro didn’t have the strength of personality to justify his actions despite the circumstances. All he had were convictions beyond his ability level. He felt less like a hero and more like the creatures of the shadows they fought.

“If you want it to get easier each time, it does.” They paused and sighed. “I find it does not.”

Shiro considered this. He could dehumanize the aliens. It would be so easy, just to see them as monsters, boogeymen from nightmares and mediocre movies. But that would be hypocritical to everything he had stood for before this. And it would dehumanize him even more.

“I don’t want it to.”

The alien nodded.

“You already seem to understand the benefits of ending a fight with injury, many of us at the level you are now employ this tactic against new prisoners and weak ones. At least we aren’t killing them directly.” Shiro felt his spirit warmed an increment by the praise. “But as you rise in the levels of the arena, you will face more and more gladiators who revel only in slaughter. Some are those who choose to fight for the opportunity for violence. Some have enough favor with sponsors that any injury will be healed. If you do not kill those, they will only kill the weaker opponents they face after you.”

Shiro wondered if this was how Jason rationalized his decisions. That if he didn’t kill a criminal, their next victim would die instead. Shiro had always somewhat understood his reasoning, even if he hadn’t agreed at the time, but now, faced with the decision himself, he felt a pang for his brother.

***

After his second kill, their cell has more space now. Their numbers have dropped to five and new prisoners haven’t been shoved in to replace those lost yet.

Shiro had been in the first fights of the day, and now was back before the other gladiators. The cell wasn’t empty, but the two aliens still in there stayed in the corners next to the door and spared him little more than a glance.

This fight had been physically exhausting, and the alien had latched onto his arm and dragged him close with xir dying strength to stare into his eyes with an unrepentant stare that slowly faded.

Xir bodily fluid had been cleansed from him before he was thrown back into the cell, but in the dim light he could almost see the stains on his hands and feel them spreading up his arms.

He lay on his side, half curled, staring at his shaking palms, facing the back wall.

He didn’t know how much time passed, but then the door was opening again, and the size and shape of the shadow that flashed on the wall before the metal sealed off the brightness of the hallway told him it was the large alien. The sound of the door and the quiet after made Shiro realize detachedly that he was hyperventilating, and filling the room with rushed breaths.

He didn’t turn around but he felt the alien cross the room in a few strides and crouch beside him.

“My name is Solaan. I’m a Valdoran from the Lanx Moon Colony. And you?”

Shiro’s wet gasps slowed.

“I’m Takashi Shirogane, a Human of Earth.” Shiro hadn’t taken Bruce’s name when he was adopted. That would have made what happened too real, and neither Dick nor Jason had added the “-Wayne”. It had been made clear that a name wasn’t what made them family. Solaan made an approving noise.

“My kind mates in threes to reproduce. We all have a third of the genetic material and take turns nourishing the developing infant. So I have two mates. We met in art school. I am an architect, if you’d believe that. I favor sweeping arched ceilings and light glass structures. Lyrus is a weaver, they minored in history, and use that as a subject in their work. Some of their tapestries are in our planet’s museums. Frund is a sculptor. They started using clay and stone, but in recent years began experimenting with wood and natural materials.”

By the end of the speech Shiro had rolled onto his back and was looking at them.

“Did any of your buildings get made?”

“Not any of my grandiose plans,” They let out a short laugh. “But I did see a few law offices made.”

Shiro smiled wanly.

“What is your job?” Solaan asked at length.

“I’m an astronaut. I signed up for this.” Shiro didn’t have the fortitude to sound bitter.

“Oh. My kind haven’t had astronauts in centuries.” A hand brushed over his hair.

“We’re pretty new to the space thing. I doubted I’d meet any aliens beyond microbes on this trip.”

The hands pressed more firmly against Shiro and he tried to only focus on those points of pressure.

****

Solaan made sure he survived when his face was cut.

The injury had been healed enough that he would not bleed out - as was the way for gladiators’ injuries - but he was still left in agony.

His whole head throbbed from the swelling, and his world swum on the edge of unconsciousness every time he choked around a loosened blood-clot. He’d thrown up twice, a painful experience that left him incoherent and shaking.

It would have been unbearable alone. But Solaan had been there as soon as they had been released from their own fight.

Solaan stabilized him with their arms while another set used ripped his crop-top into rags to wipe his mouth and another to cool his brow.

Solaan crooned nonsense at him while he rested against their side. Even when regained his composure he could not bring himself to pull away.

When he realized that the crunch of the kibble-like protein food sent spikes of agony through his head, the serving was exchanged for their carbohydrate paste without prompting.

Three days later, in the medical facility after his first fight since the injury, the alien getting treated across the room from him informed him that in one of the matches Solaan had been in while he recovered, they had killed the being that had cut him.

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He killed three more notorious gladiators, one with sharpened teeth that left deep cuts that only just missed the tendons in his calf by a centimeter, one with metal barbs on their tail that raked a set of scars across his back, and one that sprayed acid that burned through his crop top and bodysuit and into his skin. He told himself it was a hero’s job to protect the weak. That killing monsters did not a monster make. He told himself not to be a hypocrite to Jason.

After the third fight, instead of taking him back to the cell with the kind Solaan who told him stories that made him feel like himself again he was taken to a small lilac-lit cell that was a third of the size of the shared one. He was in a form of solitary, it seemed isolation was to be his latest torture.

In the hallways he now overheard the words of the Galra guards and the other prisoners. “Bloodthirsty” and “Killer” and over and over again “Champion”.

Apparently the persona he was cultivating with blood was now too dangerous to live with others. Like the beings he killed, he was now separated from the prisoners.

His life was becoming the four walls of his cell, the unending and undimmed lilac lights, the roar of the crowd rushing in his ears, and the feeling of self-betrayal burning his soul each time he fought.

He would come back to his cell and weep and then make himself rise and exercise, choking down increased portions of protein kibble and doing push-ups and wall-sits and crunches until his mind blanked. He wanted to survive, he told himself he needed to for the Holts and to warn earth, but really it was because he was too much of a coward to die. He cursed his convictions again.

They never took him out of his cell except to go to the arena every few days for another fight.

Meals were brought in what he assumed was morning and at night, or before and after a match. His only hygiene was the freshening of his appearance before he was sent out onto the sand, and the clean-up in the callous medical facility afterwards. It was a routine.

Until it wasn’t.

The guards - two more than usual, surrounding instead of flanking him - roused him from his sleep and hauled him from his cell and turned corners he hadn’t expected and took him to a chamber with a table in the middle and the sound of crackling lightning in the corners.

Then, they took his arm.

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#shiro #voltron #takashi shirogane #batfam #but like not only referenced in this chapter #my writing #shiro is a batkid au #i was nervous about this chapter for so many reasons #style and like that alien oc and pacing #I wanted shiro to have someone be nice to him in prison like at least for a little while until like ..............next chapter but #this will be up on ao3 whenever i come up with a title #which is like who knows bc i have like no ideas its bad

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superpotatesme00 · 7 years

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(Pidgance Fanfic) by AIR

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Hey everyone I know that this ship in the fandom has few sparse to no content so As i said in my prologue i want to contribute! I hope that you all enjoy what I am writing and if you do please let me know so that I may continue to write!

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Becoming Aware

Chapter 1/2:

When Breakfast Leaves a Lump in Your Throat.

Just as quickly as Lance had fallen defeated on the ground, he had scrambled back up. He stood hunched over, obviously resisting the urge to hold his injured self, and pressed his knees together. Pidge stared wide eyed and before she could manage a sound Lance spoke hesitantly.

“…y-you ok?”

The words sounded painful, like it had taken all the strength humanly possible to ask them.

“Uh-y-yes.” Her voiced cracked and Lance could hear just the slightest slip of pitch.

His face was so red that Pidge could practically feel the heat radiating from him. His brain formulated no thoughts other than the essential need to leave as quickly as possible. He closed his mouth and repeatedly looked back and forth from his socks, to her, to the bathroom walls before reaching his resolve.

“I’m…gonna go…now.” was all he could say before retreating, granting Pidge only enough time to nod.

The door slid shut. Pidge stood motionless pressing her back to the door. Her eyes were down cast and the lights of her room formed a shadow covering her face. Her mind was blocked. No rational thoughts came to her except the feeling of utter shock. Her lips were tightly pressed into a grim line and her eyes dared not look up from her feet. She started replaying the same scene over and over again in her head. Then, almost robotically she made her way to her bed where she lifted the covers and (not bothering to remove her sweatshirt) plopped herself in bed. Nothing had happened. Nothing at all.

….

No. That wasn’t true… Something did happen, and that something shoved a realization in her face.

Lance was a dude.

Obviously he was a dude. He was a boy. Something she wasn’t. But, how come that had never really mattered to her before? She, Lance and Hunk had been a team for over a year already back at the Garrison; and although Lance had never noticed she was a girl, Pidge had never really cared that Lance was a boy. Not that gender ever really mattered to her…she had just never really looked at Lance as…well-she had never been conscious of him. And she had surely NEVER seen him as a person of potential attraction.

The ceiling was white and the more she stared the more its color started to shift into a sun kissed tan that reminded her of a certain idiotic flirt she knew all too well. Her cheeks still carried a small blush to them as she pictured him in the swim trunks she had seen several times in the past. It was like a puzzle. She knew what his limbs, torso and face (that she could admittedly call handsome) looked like, but now she could fill in the last missing piec-. The growl of her demanding stomach sucked her out of her perverted day dream and sent a flare of agitation through her.

“Argh! NOW is not the time to be thinking of food!…Screw this, let’s sleep!”

She violently pulled the covers over her face and the lack of movement caused the room to go black.

The sizzling of a pan and the humming of a familiar voice beckoned a morning Lance to breakfast. He came in cloaked in his fancy blue robe and extended his arms into a yawn.

“Morning buddy! Watcha cooking up for us today!”

He slapped a hand on the back of the ship’s personal chief. Hunk had a glimmer in his eye as he tossed the pan about and added his own personal flavor. He flared his nostrils wide to take of whiff of the pan he had raised to his face.

“Food goo au la hunk~” His face formed a huge grin of self-satisfaction.

Lance couldn’t help but widen his smile. Seeing Hunk so jolly in the morning could liven up the mood of anyone, even the not-so-morning people. And although “food goo” never really ever sounded appetizing, the personal zest that Hunk added, almost made the unbearable goop taste gourmet.

Everyone was already seated around the table. While walking up to his usual spot across from Shiro, Lance could hear the red and black paladins discuss with great enthusiasm about their morning practice and just how well each had performed.

“Keith your swings are becoming more precise, pretty soon you’ll have mastered that Galra sword.”

“Ya think so? But man, Shiro, I wish my reflexes were as quick as yours! You could’ve fought those drones blind folded!” Keith had a relaxed smile on his face as he genuinely praised the black paladin.

“Heh I’m not sure about that.” Shiro's eyes squinted in amusement as he chuckled, obviously grateful for the admiration his teammate had for him. Lance took this chance to greet Shiro, or as he internally referred to him, “Space Dad”.

“Good Morning Capitán~!” The words rolled off his tongue like a rhyme as he approached.

Meanwhile, Coran had excitedly burst in through the corridor holding a cassette looking device that supposedly held the “most valuable assets of this castle”. Coran, without pause, quickly began to explain that the old (Altean) cassette was a music player that contained all of his and his grandfather’s favorite Altean songs. Coran’s eyes sparkled and his pupils grew so wide that no one could say anything but just listen intently to the enthusiastic red head.

“I used to dance along to all these symphonies…Ah the memories are bringing a tear to my eye!” Coran dramatically sniffled and looked up to wipe under his eye.

All the while, Coran droned on an on about his childhood, Keith and Shiro exchanged glances and let out silent a sigh of resignation. But, Allura’s brow twitched in annoyance at every word Coran spout.

“We are NOT listening to THAT!”

“But Princess, you used to love these songs!”

“No, Coran, YOU and MY FATHER would just force me to listen to those horrid melodies for hours on end!” Coran withdrew a bit with her comment. She wasn’t exactly wrong… His lips pouted and his face fell in defeat.

“I wouldn’t mind listening Coran.” Shiro forced a smile as he felt Allura’s glare shoot towards him. The spotlight was quickly focused back onto Lance, who was standing behind Allura, as Keith bluntly remarked:

“Dude. Where were you? We were ALL supposed to train together this morning.”

Lance felt his forehead begin to cold sweat as he realized he missed their morning practice. He had completely forgotten and slept through their arranged meeting time. He quickly attempted to recompose himself and change the subject to save his sorry ass from Shiro's disappointment.

“Uh-Well-I! Oh!” The blue paladin’s attention shifted to the seated Allura next to him. He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips.

“Good morning My Lady~” His face formed a smolder and he winked at the completely unimpressed princess.

Keith rolled his eyes at the idiotic casanova and Lance gave him a sideways glare. Shiro could sense the potential fight building up between the two and decided to step in. The actions of a TRUE “Space Dad.”

“Hunk went to train for a bit before breakfast but both you and Pidge-“ Shiro’s words were stopped short as a small bed headed paladin wobbled her way into the room. No expression could be seen past the glare of her huge spectacles, and no effort was made on her behalf to greet anyone. The timing was impeccable and the silent eyes of the crew followed the small body as it walked.

A tiny breeze blew the side of Lance’s robe as she passed. Just for a second everything seemed to slow down dramatically. His goofy grin faded as he took in every detail of her: her fluffy hair, her small nose that held the larger than life glasses, her delicate stature, and her long wispy eyelashes that hovered over her (admittedly pretty) eyes. But that didn’t matter. He never had a problem recognizing people’s nice features. Kinda like Hunk or Shiro’s awesome hair. Since day one of meeting Pidge, “his” big golden eyes had caught Lance’s attention. He could feel a small lump form in his throat as he remembered the events of last night.

Unfortunately, the matrix scene ended just as quickly as it had started once Pidge reached her chair. Now seated, Lance’s sense of time fell back to normal. Normal was the complete opposite of the current situation though. It was so painfully quiet and awkward. Pidge was usually one of the first at the table and would be greeting everyone’s morning with a small wave. Allura felt uneasy with the sudden change.

“Hello, Pidge…?” Allura hesitated to speak initially and her words showed a hint of concern.

Pidge was in a trance like state. Her glasses shown no signs of movement behind them and her slightly parted lips stayed still. She hadn’t heard the princess’ words. Allura lifted a quizzical brow and exchanged looks of confusion with Shiro and everyone, minus the blue paladin who remained frozen. So she decided to try once more:

“G-good morning Pidge…”

“Huh? Ah! Whut!” At the sound of the familiar name Pidge snapped back into reality.

She turned head too quickly, causing whiplash, when attempting to face the voice that called her.

“H-hey…everyone…”

“You ok shorty???” Keith couldn’t help but notice Pidge’s peculiar behavior.

Pidge’s eyes widened a bit in surprise and focused on Keith and Shiro, but quickly fell to nod in response.

“You weren’t at practice this morning…Did something happen Katie?” Pidge couldn’t help but flinch at the sound of her name. If he was referring to her as such then Shiro must’ve been pretty concerned. Pidge tried to recollect herself as best she could. If it weren't for everyone’s attention being on her she would’ve smacked cheeks to regain composure.

“Oh um..-“

“Breakfast is served~!!!” Pidge’s stuttering was gladly interrupted by the commotion of the yellow paladin, who had completely missed out on the awkwardness of just now.

Everyone felt a weight lift off their shoulders as Hunk graciously interjected and alleviated the tension in the air. His eyes were gluttonous and and his smile ridiculously wide as he set down each and everyone’s bowls of “food goo au la Hunk”, encouraging them all to dig in. Shiro, although still curious to hear Pidge’s answer, began to eat. As did the rest. No exchange of words was needed for everyone to mutually agree that leaving it alone was probably best. Even Lance had decided that acting normal was his best bet of surviving the growing lump that had formed in his throat. Unfortunately, Lance’s seat was right next to Pidge and he rued the thought of sitting down.

“What’s up dude? Take a seat!” Hunk’s smile was the farthest from confronting to the panicking paladin. He forced a crooked smile at the cook and jerked his way to the seat next to Pidge. All the while, forcing himself to look straight ahead and avoid any eye contact. His movements were rigid and as he pulled out the chair to sit, it screeched against the ground painstakingly slow. He wasn’t doing a very good job at acting “normal”, so obviously, Keith, Allura, Shiro and even Coran were unable to keep from staring at the lanky teenager. Meanwhile, Hunk had happily eaten his first bowl of goo!

Just act cool. Yeah, that’s it! Be chill. Be chill…

His thoughts bounced off the walls in his head as his quietly touched his butt to the chair. He quickly scanned the room to make sure that no one noticed his continuous swallowing, clammy hands or the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. Luckily, Hunk was a bit dense and hadn’t noticed anything just yet. This gave enough time for Lance to ponder the happenings of last night and most importantly the motionless Pidge that sat to the left of him.

Or not.

“Oh yeah Lance! Were you able to make it to your room last night?”

“Huh?” Lance failed to understand what Hunk was talking about.

“Yeah dude! Don’t you remember?? It was movie night and you REALLY wanted to watch Dawn of the Apes, but got all broody cuz’ Pidge here said she didn’t want to go. Apparently, she was working on some new specs to upgrade on Green and needed all night to work on ‘em! You were pretty bummed out, but, we only ended up making it halfway through the movie before you were out cold. I tried to wake you up ’n all but you kept shooing me away...You looked peaceful so I figured you were fine just there with the blanket and all.”

Lance’s memory cleared and he remember how he had found himself in the bathroom last night. Hunk continued, cheeks stuffed with food.

“But…when I came to wake you up this morning you were gone.”

The image of a flustered Pidge watching him pee popped in his head.

“Oh-Um-I did drink all those sodas last night so they wound up making me use the bathroom-“ Lance was cut off my the sudden clatter of a bowl and the scraping of a spoon.

Everyone watched in awe as Pidge inhaled her food so quickly that you wouldn’t have been able to finish saying “quizznak.” Once done she rubbed off the crumbs with her sleeve, shot up, said thank you, and left with her bowl. She moved so quickly that everyone had a hard time keeping up, but managed to see her leave through the corridor. Coran turned to face the remaining paladins and Allura:

“I guess she was hungry?”

Keith couldn't help but protest, “Wait. So you guys have movie nights and DON’T invite me!”

Usually, Lance would've retorted Keith with a witty comeback, but the only thing he could think of now was how stupid he was for having walked around the castle half asleep. If it weren't for his sleep walking habits he would’ve never wandered around or even left door open, like he did back home. It was just such a hassle to close them ya know? But, that was besides the point. Last night he thought he WAS at home and he really did think his mom had been there nagging him to clean his room.

Pidge saw me. She saw EVERYTHING! And by everything I mean the whole motherfuckin’ shebang!

He was mentally punching him self, but quickly drifted to another aspect that had engraved itself into his memory.

Her legs. I always knew Pidge was a small dude. I even thought “he” was scrawny. But I’ve never seen her in anything less than long shorts and baggy shirts. I never knew her legs were so small, and SO thin. They’re different than guy’s legs…more round? No. More soft. Yeah that’s it!

When Pidge had slipped and fell he was worried she might’ve hurt herself. But, her tiny shorts had caught his attention. She was left sprawled on the ground, her legs bent and her shorts almost rode high enough to show her butt. Her eyes were so open with surprise that no glasses kept Lance from noticing just how big and golden they were.

And that big sweatshirt…Does she always wear it? She looked so cu-!

His fantasy was cut short by Shiro’s eyes burrowing into his head.

“Lance, did something happen between you two last night?”

“(*Chokes, coughing up food*) N-nn-NO! Pshh! Why would you think THAT?! HA HA…”

Lance attempted to play it cool, regardless of the questioning eyes around him. But, the incestuous lump in his throat kept him from swallowing his breakfast.

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dreamsapphire28 · 3 years

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So... most of my Tokyo after school summoners fanfics until now have featured my Mc1 Akemi, so I think it's due time for me to write something with my other Mcs, after all I went through all the trouble of naming them and giving them all individual personalities, besides really like the other Mcs but just intensely imagining things about them won't write stories about them, I know shocker. So for this one I'll be using my Mc5 Yamato. Since I already have a werewolf Mc fanfic I thought I might as well do a vampire Mc one.

Yamato had been careless, as if walking alone at night in the Kabuckicho district was not enough of a bad idea, as luck would have it a group of thugs tried to jump him, 'because at this point why wouldn't it happen' he thought before starting the app. Beating them proved no issue for Yamato, what he didn't expect was one of them coming at him with a knife, an actual knife, the moment the battle zone disengaged. So now Yamato found himself laying on the floor of an alley in a pool of his own blood as the guy who stabbed him leered down at him.

A gasp from one of the other thugs quickly followed by a crashing sound ripped away the gaze of the guy staring down at Yamato, from his place on the floor he couldn't see who was the newcomer but if the expression on the thug's face was anything to go by, it was someone scary, terrifying even. Yamato wasn't sure if he should be glad about this new development, on one hand they were fighting with the people who attacked him on the other hand he had no way of knowing if they were on his side after dealing with everyone Yamato's supposed savior leaned over him, it was no other than the queen of Kabukicho herself, Ellie, "The moment I heard you were here I knew you were going to get yourself in some trouble" Ellie chuckled as she knelt down next to him but even in his current Yamato could hear the concern lacing her normally confident tone. "Well it's not like I'm looking for trouble" Yamato rasped his voice hoarse "While taking a night stroll in Kabukicho? Could have fooled me" Ellie retorted. Yamato could already feel his consciousness slipping away, he had loss a lot of blood before Ellie could arrive, there was not a lot to do and Yamato knew it, they weren't near any hospital, they were too out of the way for an ambulance to get there on time "So this is it for this loop" Yamato said dryly "Have to admit not the way I thought this one would go" He continued.

Ellie stared at him the underlying seriousness of her gaze now in the forefront of her expression instead of the alluring yet mischievous look that normally adorned her features "Yamato you understand the amount of events that have coincided in this loop, right?" Ellie said somberly, Yamato could barely hold onto her words as she spoke and Ellie could tell "Yamato stay with me" She urged before continuing "It is unlikely that everything that has happened here would repeat itself, so you know we can't afford to lose this loop?" Ellie continued talking looking conflicted, it was getting more and more difficult for Yamato to keep up with what Ellie was saying, and not only because of the blood loss "Yamato I'm really sorry I am not giving you a choice in this, but the stakes are too high" Ellie concluded as she rolled the sleeve of Yamato's jacket to expose his wrist, the searing pain yanked Yamato's consciousness back into his body as he watched Ellie biting down on his right wrist, the bite hurt a lot more than a wound like that should it almost felt as if molten iron was running up his arm, if not for his current debilitated state Yamato might have pushed Ellie off just from the sheer pain the bite was causing him, then everything went black Yamato could have sworn it was him dying.

Yamato was actually surprised when he woke up in a remarkably comfortable bed, as he sat up and looked around he noticed that all the lights were off but he could barely tell, Yamato continued confusedly looking around the rather lavish room he found himself in "We're in one of the rooms of Tsukuyomi's club" pipped up Ellie's voice, Yamato turned to see her sitting on a window sill staring out at the crescent moon in the sky. Ellie stood up and walked over to the bed where Yamato was resting "Are you feeling well? The change can be very painful and disorienting believe me I know" Ellie said as she gave Yamato a once over "You turned me into a vampire Ellie?" Yamato asked tentatively "There I knew you were a smart one" Ellie praised Yamato condescendingly as she leaned over to pat his head, he promptly swatted her had away which made Ellie chuckle. "So what now?" Yamato inquired after a moment of silence "What now?" Ellie returned Yamato's question "What does this mean for me?. So now I can't go out in the sun or eat regular food?" Yamato queried making Ellie snicker "You have seen me eating sweets before, did you forget?" Ellie answered with barely contained laughter "Oh, right" Yamato manged to hide his embarrassment as he spoke "You have got a lot to learn don't you?" Ellie giggled, then continued speaking "But you have nothing to worry about I will generously take you under my wing until you can fend for yourself my adorable little fledgling" Ellie cooed as she moved her hand to pinch Yamato's face, he again swatted her hand away which only served to amuse her further.

Ellie was now sitting on the edge of Yamato's bed. Then Yamato decided to interrupt the brief moment of silence with a question "Why?" Yamato asked flatly, Ellie gave him a confused look "Why would you take it upon you to teach me?" Yamato elaborated " I did turned you into a vampire so I might as well" Ellie answered "You feel guilty about turning me into a vampire" Yamato stated, Ellie let out a chuckle "You make it sound like being a vampire is awful" Ellie said smirking, Yamato suddenly felt like he had said something offensive and was about to apologize when Ellie continued "It's not that I feel guilty, is more like I feel responsible for you, I made you into a vampire without you having any say in it so the least I could do is help you through it" Ellie admitted, Yamato was speechless for a moment he couldn't understand why Ellie felt that way "Ellie you saved my life, there is no reason for you to feel like you have to compensate me" Yamato could swear he saw something like relief flicker on Ellie's face for a second when he said that "Who says I'm trying to make it up to you? I just could not bring myself to leave such a defenseless little thing like you without any guidance" Ellie joked her usual confidence back in her tone Yamato rolled his eyes looking annoyed but didn't say anything.

True to her word for the next few months Ellie helped Yamato with learning the basics of being a vampire, which places were good for looking for prey, what things he should avoid, that the sun is more of a nuisance and less of a death sentence for him and just generally getting him accustomed to things, like how his sleep cycle would be thrown completely out of wack, to her surprise he got used to everything quite fast. Some things did prove difficult at first for Yamato mainly sneaking out of the dorms at night, but by now he's gotten pretty used to it.

Now was one of such times he and Ellie were taking a night stroll "You have something on your mind don't you?" Ellie asked "Why would you think that?" Yamato responded without turning to look at her "You have been very quite tonight, I mean you barely talk on a good day, but this is bordering on extreme" Ellie answered "So come on, tell big sis Ellie what is bothering you" Ellie urged him "Don't call yourself that" Yamato protested "Stop being fussy and start talking" Ellie pestered, Yamato sighed before speaking "It's about the Summoners, I haven't told them that I'm a vampire" Yamato conceded "So? That is hardly news for me" Ellie interjected "I'm getting there, it's about Shiro" Yamato continued "The cute nerdy boy with glasses?" Ellie inquired "Yes him" Yamato confirmed "He's been getting suspicious of me, I don't think he knows precisely what but he's smart he is at least aware that something is happening" Yamato concluded "What makes you think he knows something?" Ellie asked "Well he's been commenting a lot on how I seem tired lately, that I I have not been eating well, he's always asking me to keep in touch with him when I go out alone and he's been checking in with me a lot" Yamato listed off the things Shiro had been doing.

Ellie gave Yamato an amused look "That's cute" Ellie giggled "What do you mean?" Yamato asked confused, Ellie rolled her eyes "Yamato do I need to call you out on being such a boy?" Ellie deadpanned "What are you talking about?" the confusion in Yamato's voice was almost palpable "Yamato you are smart, please don't tell me that you can't see that Shiro is clearly just concerned about you and by the looks of it I dare say he is very concerned" Ellie sounded very amused "Well, yeah maybe that could be it" Yamato mumbled "Yamato is clear that he is just worried about you and to be as worried as he is I could also say he likes you quite a bit" Ellie snickered Yamato adverted his gaze, which made Ellie smirk " But you already knew that did you not?" Ellie was now smiling from ear to ear "Maybe I had thought of that as a possibility" Yamato muttered "And you like him too, am I right" Ellie kept smiling as she continued probing Yamato, who stayed silent with his gaze glued to the floor, Yamato's reaction was everything Ellie could have hoped for seeing the normally stone faced guildmaster of the Summoners not being able to meet her gaze with a faint dusting of pink on his face was just too adorable, but as cute as it was she did wanted to help Yamato "Well it is not my place to tell you how you should handle this but telling him does not seem like a bad idea" Ellie suggested "You really think I should? if I do I'll have to tell him about me being a vampire" Yamato's tone carried an uncharacteristic shyness in it, 'This is just too cute' Ellie thought to herself "I mean he clearly cares about you a lot so if does not like you in that way I am sure he will at least let you off gently and being a vampire surely for someone like him it would play in your favor" Ellie reasured Yamato "But you don't have to feel like you need to rush into things, take your time to think it over" Ellie advised, Yamato made a humming noise in acknowledgement.

A few nights later Yamato was laying on his bed looking at the ceiling it was not as if he was going to sleep anytime soon, sleeping at night was very uncommon for him now, he had been thinking about his conversation with Ellie, he did want to tell Shiro how he felt but he wondered even if that what they both wanted, would it be fair for Shiro? Yamato felt like wherever he went disaster followed soon after, not to mention being the center of so many conflicts Shiro was of course already involved with most of it, but even still being in a relationship wouldn't make things easier for either of them. Having pondered things for a while Yamato decided to go out and find something to eat, he was not particularly hungry but Ellie had advised him to not go for too long without feeding himself. Yamato stood up and quietly exited his dorm just as he had done many times before in the past months. As he was exiting the dorm building however he didn't notice a person who was on their way back from the school library. When Shiro saw Yamato leaving the school so late at night his first instinct was to call after him and prevent him for leaving, but then again Yamato's behavior had been strange lately and Shiro was very curious to know why Yamato was acting in such a way just so he could know that he wasn't doing anything particularly more dangerous than the other things he normally did, at least in past occasions Yamato would tell him what he was doing but now he avoided all question regarding his nightly outings, which Shiro had been aware of for a while, so against his better judgment Shiro decided to follow Yamato to see what he was up to.

Keeping up with Yamato proved to be quite difficult and the current conditions were not playing in Shiro's favor with it being very dark and him trying to keep a reasonable distance from Yamato so he wouldn't be noticed he had a hard time tracking him. Shiro walked into an alley he was sure Yamato had gone into. The sight that greeted him was nowhere near what he expected. Yamato's figure loomed over person laying the ground, as blood trickled down from his mouth. Shiro was feeling conflicted, he wasn't sure if he should approach Yamato at the moment, he then felt something cold and sharp pressed against his neck. Shiro let out a gasp in surprise which apparently was enough to catch Yamato's attention as he looked his way the second he made a sound. Yamato's eyes widened as saw what was the source of the noise not only was Shiro being held by someone wielding a knife it was also the guy who stabbed him a few months back, at the sight Yamato's eyes became a deep crimson as they filled with fury. "I saw this one following you like a lost puppy and judging by your reaction I was right to assume he was your friend" the man sneered, Yamato took a step forward but the man pressed the tip of the knife harder into Shiro's neck making a small rivulet of blood drip down "You so much as twitch and I'll kill him" the thug warned, Yamato gritted his teeth then he noticed a small figure waddling up behind the man threatening Shiro.

The D-evil creeping up behind them let out a piercing screech "What th-" the man could not finish the though as Shiro elbowed him in the stomach, Shiro ducked forward just in time to feel a rush of air beside him and hear the sound of metal clanking on the floor of the alley, he turned to see Yamato slamming the thug to the wall his sharp fangs bared. Shiro was stunned both from the man almost trying to kill him and seeing Yamato like this, Yamato barely if ever showed much emotion but now he looked absolutely furious, it was actually kind of scary, Yamato glanced back at Shiro who seemed to be a bit perturbed. Yamato tightened his grip on the man's throat before throwing him aside, he landed on his arm with an almost audible crack Yamato walked up to him, his crimson glare frigid "It would be in your best interest that I not see you again, you won't walk away with your life a third time" Yamato's tone was low and dangerous. The man scrambled to his feet a ran clutching his arm.

Yamato turned to walk up to Shiro, he kneeled down next to him"Are you hurt" the question was simple but Yamato's voice was laced with worry and his eyes were filled with concern as he looked at the wound on Shiro's neck "Yes it's not deep" Shiro answered but Yamato didn't look any less troubled. Yamato didn't bother to ask why Shiro was here, he already knew Shiro had come looking for him and that made him feel all the more guilty for what happened. Yamato reached for Shiro's neck to feel the wound there when he felt Shiro flinch at his touch his heart sank "Shiro I'm sorry, you just wanted to make sure I was safe, if I had told you before this wouldn't have happened" Yamato's voice was soft with a twinge of sadness as he apologized " Yamato it's not you fault, you are in your right if you want to keep secrets, besides I was the one who made the decision to follow you" Shiro stated "But-" Yamato started "Yamato I won't argue this with you it's not your fault" Shiro said with surprising firmness to his tone "Or at the very least I don't blame you" Shiro added with a gently, Yamato was taken aback for a moment before giving a Shiro a small warm smile, Shiro could feel his heart skip a beat, it was rare to see Yamato smiling like that and to think Yamato was smiling at him "We should get back now, I'll explain everything to you later" Yamato said while still smiling softly "It's okay you don't have to" Shiro interjected "I want to do it, I don't want more secrets between us" Shiro couldn't help getting a bit red when Yamato said that.

Yamato helped Shiro stand up, when they started walking he noticed Shiro was a bit unsteady on his feet, so he reached for Shiro's hand taking it in his own as he stepped closer to Shiro "It's okay Shiro, as long as I'm here I won't let anything happen to you, I promise" Yamato told Shiro confidently but the blush on his face was completely apparent, Shiro felt relieved both that Yamato was as flustered as he was and at the promise that was made to him. So the both of them kept walking hand in hand with the light of the moon guiding their way.

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Anime, Video Games, and Funk Flow Together In Thundercat's Drunk

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