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candied-cae · 2 years

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Hey y'all- lemme get a little honest about white privilege and ignorance for a second. We're talking about me in this case. Bc I wanna send a thank you to people I've seen on Twitter discussing the use of the 'nickname' Calico Jack uses for Edward in fanfics.

I've been working on a reunion fight between Stede and Ed for weeks now and in my first draft of it I wrote something like: "Ol' *Nickname*, really is an evil monster down to his evil heart, right?" being said by Ed to Stede.

The intention was to use this nickname as the painful characterization it was in the show as a point for Ed to push how he was feeling. That he felt like all the blame was being unfairly thrown his way, like Stede was looking him as nothing more than the monster everyone else has seen, like Stede was seeing the same racist caricature that so many have assumed was all there was to him.

I thought this reasoning to use to nickname as the slur it was, was enough to justify using it. But when I started seeing the discussion of it, I started to get worried. Most of the posts about the use of the name were to not include it as a nickname, as it isn't really one. To instead replace it with "Beardie" or other things in a context of friendliness. But I wasn't really using it that way, so I wasn't sure how the input applied to the scene I was writing... But I chose to err on the side of caution.

I've gone ahead and re-written the line as: "’The ol’ Demon really is rotten, all the way through his evil fucking bones right into his evil fucking heart’, right?" to just use a different nickname, though the passage loses as bit of the point I was going for...

But - as a white fic writer - my priority is not to be "making points" at the expense of my POC readers.

Just food for thought in case other fic writers run into this sort of question themselves. Lines can be rewritten, even if they don't work in the same way as you as originally wanted the dialogue to go. But POC people in fandom deal with enough racism as is, I do not want to pile onto it in making this space further unsafe for them to participate in.

Remember, education is a never ending endeavor. There are more than a few times when lack of education will fail you. Listen and adjust, it something we all need to keep working at because adding to the suffering of POC's for one's own self interest will never be the right way to go about things.

#Thanks for coming to my TedTalk-#Uh- yeah #Am currently working on said fic some more and as I workshop on edit the reunion fight I wanted to put together something about this #white people - we need to be more comfortable about admitting times where we've been confused and figured out what to do #It is not evil to run into a conflict and need to spend some time to understand how you should handle something #And I think a lot of white people who have the best intensions try to act like we never run into these moments #where we see discussion and don't want to clog it with our lack of understanding so we kind of wait for more interpretations #that's at least how it went for me in this case #as most of the discussions were surrounding leaving the slur out of friendly conversations in fic #but I was needing input on using it in a different context to acknowledge it was a bad name and have Ed acknowledge it too #But at the end of the day - as a white person - to use what IS in fact a slur just to fulfill my own ignorant first draft?#It is not worth it #Our Flag Means Death #Our Flag Means Death Spoilers #ofmd #Our Flag Means Death Fanfic #ofd fanfic #Stede Bonnet #Edward Teach #The Revenge #Gentleman Pirate #Blackbeard #blackbeard x stede #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #Stedward #stedebeard

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reidsconverse · 4 years

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matchmaker • spencer reid

Spencer X Fem!reader

Warnings: None!

Based on this request: Omg blurb where the team is having a night out and the girls and the guys are separated at the bar hanging out and all the girls are talking about who the hottest guy is and everyone says Derek and reader says she thinks spencer is hotter and everyone is kinda shocked and then Penelope tells him/tries to get them together?? (sorry its almost a month late anon)

“Oh my god, look at him go.” Garcia said, pointing at Derek who was currently in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by girls. This came as no surprise to any of you, he was known for his good looks and charming personality, both of those combined made him a catch to most girls.

“God, theres a reason he’s the most attractive guy on the team. Oh look at him move!” She squealed which made you giggle. Yeah, Miss Penelope Garcia was most definitely drunk.

“Hey,” Emily said in disagreement, she was equally as drunk which led to her having even less filter than normal, “Hotch is up there, something about how he’s always so tense just does it for me. I just wanna hold him down, loosen him up and show him who’s actually in charge, y’know.”

JJ groaned in disgust, not wanting to think of her superior in that way, “Ok Emily, time to slow down.” Her mom side coming out as she slyly replaces Emilys vodka with some water.

“What about you Y/N? Derek or Hotch... ooo what about Papa Rossi...? Garcia asked animatedly, wiggling her eyebrows and laughing at her addition of the older man who honestly, you viewed as a father.

“First of all, please never say that again. Secondly, none of them.” You said, taking a sip of your drink, now you certainly weren’t sober, but you also weren’t the drunk enough to reveal your secret crush... or so you thought.

“Oh come on,” JJ spoke up, “you’re telling me you find neither of them attractive.”

“No Jennifer, I just don’t think they’re the most attractive...” You said, a slight smile on your face.

Emily adorably scrunched up her face in confusion before it hit her. “No way... Dr Genius, really?” She didnt mean it in a bad way, you had just never outwardly expressed anything but a friendly interest in the doctor.

You felt the 3 girls stares boring into you and you caved. “Ok Ok, yes personally its Spencer. I’ve liked him since I first started but he would never be interested in me so lets not discuss it”

Penelope’s face lit up at your confession, completely ignoring your request. “Ooooo y/n, oh you have to tell him, oh you’d be so cute together.” Her voice was progressively getting louder and you didnt wanna risk anyone overhearing.

“Pen, seriously, he wouldn’t be interested, I mean he can do so much bett-“ You started, before you were cut off by Penelope.

“Dont be ridiculous, have you seen the way that boy looks at you, he’s totally into you.” She said, and before you could realise what was happening, she was calling him over.

“Penelope no what are you do-,” You began to protest but stopping when he approached the table. “Hey Spence.” You waved up at him, earning a smile in return.

“Hey! What’s up?” He asked.

“Reid, JJ was just about leave and she’s mine and Emily’s ride so I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind keeping our good friend Y/N here company” She said, slightly slurring her words and smiling as she looked back and forth between you and him. Oh my god you were gonna kill her.

“Uhh, sure yeah I have to wait for Derek anyway, I promised to drive him home.” He said, nodding towards the man in the middle of the dancefloor, clearly too drunk to be driving himself.

Penelope glanced at the other two girls, who quickly began gathering their things in order to leave. She placed a hand on Reids shoulder and smiled at him. “You, Spencer Reid, are a good friend.” She said before leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Maybe even boyfriend.”

She pulled away before you could say anything back, giggling to herself before wishing us goodbye and joining Emily and JJ by the door.

You watched them leave, as Spencer took a seat next to you, “Sooo... how’s your thesis going?” He asked, genuinely interested in your work which made you smile, Penny was right about one thing, he was a really good friend.

“Uhh its ok, research is a killer and I kinda hit a dead end but i’m getting back into it.” You replied, and he nodded. It was quiet for a second as you fiddled with your glass.

“I-“ “So-“ You both said at the same time, making you laugh nervously.

“You first.” You offered, and he nodded. He also seemed nervous about what he was gonna say which made you curious.

“I- uh, I kinda overheard your conversation earlier...” He said, and your smile instantly dropped, and you could feel your stomach churning. He knew your secret, he knew that you liked him.

“Oh my god, Spencer i’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You said, about to begin a rambling of apologies when he quickly cuts you off.

“No! No you didn’t. I just, it was unexpected. Why would you think I wouldn’t be interested?” He asked, head tilting to the side as he looked you like a small confused puppy.

You looked down at your glass and sighed, “C’mon Spence, you’re you...” His confused silence made you elaborate, “You’re amazing Spencer, you’re kind, smart, funny and... and frankly you’re incredibly attractive. You’re way out of my league.”

You looked up when you felt his hand gently graze yours, Spencers aversion to touch was well known by everyone at the fbi, so this physical...almost intimate contact came as surprise.

“I- I’m not good at this,” He stuttered and it was your turn to be confused but luckily he continued. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love you from the first day we met and... I know that might be ridiculous to say because we havent spent much time together and love at first sight isn’t that common, actually a study showed that-“

Whilst you normally loved to listen to your favourite genius ramble on about facts and figures, right now all you wanted was to tell him you loved him too, honestly it felt like a pinch me moment and if it weren’t for the warmth of his hand against yours, you would’ve thought it was a dream.

“Spencer,” You looked up at him and smiled, gently squeezing the hand that was holding yours as reassurance... to tell him it was real, “I love you too.”

He slowly leaned in, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes silently asking if it was ok to kiss you and you didn’t hesitate to pull him forward and do what you had been waiting forever to do, your lips moulding together perfectly as if they were built for each other.

Little did you know that Derek was filming the whole thing to send to Garcia, who no doubt would not stop talking about what a matchmaker she is, and truthfully shes a damn good one.

#3 posts in one day???#my hotchniss heart won this one sorry#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #mgg #mgg x reader #mgg fluff #criminal minds #my works!

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fallen029 · 5 years

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Laze

He was tired.

That kind of tired you can only achieve when you've expended maximum laziness points by lounging in bed, awake, but drowsy for what had to be multiple hours by that point, but you hadn't looked at a clock to confer.

You couldn't look at a clock to confer.

Because when you did, whatever you were trying to avoid would spring right back to the front of your mind and you knew you had to get up. Eventually. It was the natural order of things. You had to get out of bed and go deal with real life.

So it was better to just pretend that the minutes and seconds were meaningless and if you could just stay in that state, that half-awake, distant state of consciousness, then nothing else mattered. At all. Nothing mattered when you were in that state.

Nothing except keeping it, and the person beside you, for as long as you could.

And Laxus had never really found himself caring much for who rested beside him. Honestly, at daybreak he was much more likely to cut and run than anything else.

But that just wasn't an option here.

It had never happened before, him finding himself taking a woman back to his apartment. Theirs were always just as well, or a hotel, honestly, but both those options were out this time. Mirajane owned her own home, but it was very busy with the comings and goings of her two siblings as well as Natsu and Happy, she explained, who Lisanna had invited to stay over during the rainy past few weeks.

"They have," Mira explained, "a hole in their roof. And their house floods, during the rainy season, sometimes."

Laxus had a lot of questions, but the beer was clouding his mind a bit as they left the guildhall together that night, under the cloak of darkness and a midnight haze. So he only nodded his head understandingly, but also recognizing he couldn't exactly take Mirajane to a local hotel. That seemed far more suspicious than just the two of them happening to leave the guildhall together and then walking one another home.

No.

If they were going to end up together that night, it would be at his own apartment.

And maybe it was the alcohol or the long awaited anticipation, but…

He actually didn't mind that.

At all.

It had been a long time coming. Honestly. Stretched over a number of months in which he would frequently leave on his typical long winded jobs. Nearly a year ago now, he found himself sticking around after hours to help Gramps out with something and Mirajane was still around, as she always seemed to be, closing up for the night, and one more drink wouldn't hurt, huh? Especially not if she'd have one with him.

He was teasing her, truly, but Mirajane called his bluff and then they were, in the wee hours of the morning, sharing a drink and just talking, really, with one another. It felt like the two of them shouldn't have anything in common. Nothing more than the similar emblem that adorned their flesh.

And yet…

They both had less than savory childhood traumas that led them down, initially, some rather dark paths, but in the end, they saw the light. Laxus couldn't rightly imagine his life without his Sound Pod strapped to his ears and though most weren't aware, each night before bed, Mirajane found herself unable to sleep without toying with her guitar, just a bit. To stay fresh. Loose.

And though many could consider themselves Fairy Tail wizards, the rank at which both had achieved, but through the definition of an S-Class wizard as well as the amount of myth and legend surrounding their separate bouts of action, very few could consider themselves as highly as Mirajane Strauss and Laxus Dreyar.

And the ones who could, as, fine, they could be listed as rather numerous themselves, hardly fit in all the other brackets. Somehow Laxus doubted Erza was too into late night jam sessions and he couldn't imagine Gildarts seeing the hall as something more than a place to fall back on, when all your other adventures fell through.

Neither Laxus nor Mirajane could had ever rightly described the impact the guildhall had on their lives and, though it meant much to many, I twas meant more as the stepping stone to their eventual departure.

Not their forever entombment.

But where would Mira ever go? She credited Makarov and, by extension, his guildhall with not only saving her life, but those of her younger brother and sister. She saw him as her savior and she would serve his guildhall for as long as he would have her.

And Laxus could travel as far away as he wanted, convince himself of how much better it was, the distance between him and Fairy Tail, he'd always find himself drug right back to it's thick, heavy doors. Dreyars were meant to be there, in Fairy Tail.

Regardless of the capacity.

So, for as surprising as it was even to the two of them, Mirajane and Laxus did have much to discuss, late at night with some ale on both their tongues. And when that first night came to a close, he found himself craving a second and a third and he left, after that, off on another job request, but when he returned, she didn't seemed opposed to the idea of it. Them hanging out again, after hours.

And he and Mirajane had been friends, loosely of course, for a good amount of time. She was one of the only people around in the hall that could, at the very least, go toe to toe with him and though he figured himself ultimately victorious, it wasn't something he wanted to test out. Plus, well...he kinda felt bad for her, maybe, following her sister's death and just marked her as one of the few people he couldn't tangle with.

Least he brought about the actual scorn of his guild mates.

Still, following his reinstating into Fairy Tail, Mirajane was one of the ones to welcome him with the most open of arms. It helped that they now also shared the bond of being locked away for seven years of their life.

But when they were talking, all those years later, late at night in the guildhall, without a soul around, he found that slowly, they didn't talk so much about music. Or the guild. Their magic. They just...talked about everything else.

Sometimes it was hard for them both to remember, the fact that their lives existed outside of the hall and the implication of it. Mirajane was more than a barmaid, fine, but she was also more than just an S-Class wizard. And Laxus traveled for his job, yes, but he was also well traveled because of it and between the two of them, did there live people with more interesting lives up to that point?"

They both doubted it.

In recent years, Laxus had becoming far more friendly towards the Thunder Legion (you know, his actual only friends), but he still found it difficult to speak to anyone other than the trio in more than just a dismissive manner. He wasn't a jerk to others, but he also wasn't openly interested in their lives or struggles.

But he found that he liked it, when Mirajane talked about her own. He liked the way she giggled and would touch his arm and when she smiled at him, he felt one break over his own face as well.

It was difficult for him to transverse between friendship and romantic entanglement. Mostly because, while he slowly found himself desiring the latter with Mirajane, he also was enjoying the former so much. And he'd never known them to exist in the same plane.

"I don't date," he told Mirajane quite bluntly one day when she tentatively broached the topic with him, which began with her mostly explaining her recent falling out with a man and ended with his statement. "I fuck."

"You're drunk," she accused back, but it was with laughter at his vulgarity and he'd never wanted it before.

Both sides.

Friendship and something more.

Never from the same person.

But the more time that he spent with Mirajane, the more he wanted it.

Could they just be separate? The concepts? Couldn't he just still hang out with her, after hours at the guildhall, and also get something more away from it? Without it becoming some sort of massive drag on his life?

"You wanna kiss me," he accused with a slur as they sat together at the bar one night, trying to back into the conversation with the grace of a hippopotamus. In his intoxication, he thought that if he could just get her to come onto him, then maybe he could some how finagle some late night sessions into their already late drinking.

But Mirajane only looked at him with very little amusement as she declared, "I wanna kiss a lot of people."

"Is that right?"

"Sure," she agreed. "Do you not?"

"Wanna kiss you?"

"A lot," she clarified, "of people."

"I guess so."

"It hardly means anything at all," she went on with certainty and he lacked it then, clarity on their direction, but he thought he knew what she meant.

Maybe.

"I wanna be with you," he told her, finally, eventually, after another long sabbatical in which he spent just as much time working as he did trying to run away from what awaited him back at home. But as always, he eventually found himself right back where he belong. Sitting on the stool, at the stroke of midnight, getting drunk with Mirajane Strauss.

"Yeah," she agreed that time, her blue eyes kind of glassy and they shouldn't.

Go back to his place.

But her siblings and Natsu, apparently, were back at hers and it was raining, when they left, so they traced through the slick streets together, drunk and in love with, at the very least, the idea of what was coming and you can't live in moments.

You just can't.

They have to end.

He knew this. And he knew she had to as well.

And yet, as he laid there in bed the next morning, trying to keep that sleepy haze, he felt cheated and wronged and thought he could circumvent time.

Alas, even Raijin wasn't gifted with such power.

When Mirajane began to stir, he felt it slipping away and he was no longer just staring down at the snoozing woman, but rather enraptured again by her deep blue, yet heavy with sleep, eyes.

It was a comfort he wasn't typically accustomed to. As recognition crossed her face, it was with a slight blush, maybe, but not shame and he didn't feel revulsion or fear either. Only shared her shy smile and when she giggled, softly, pulling the sheet closer up around her chest, he only fell onto his back once more, letting out a slight breath as his eyes drifted over to his bedside clock.

"Don't you have work?" he asked as she only rubbed a hand into her head.

"I'm already so late it doesn't matter," she replied, not having to look at the clock to know it was far past the typical time she'd open the hall for the morning. "Kinana probably opened without me."

"They'll all be worried about you."

"Let them." And her tone wasn't laced with sleep, but rather acute awareness. When she shifted closer to him, Laxus didn't shy away, but rather accept his mind no longer being clouded or fogged.

Blinking down at the woman as she settled against his side once more, he accepted that this was a good thing. This was clarity. Recognition.

"We should do this again, sometime," she'd tell him after ten minutes or so, when she finally did feel it necessary to slip from his grasp. "Laxus."

"Yeah." And even though he had to let her go in the moment, he knew it was only that; momentarily. "Any time."

#Miraxus #Mirajane #Mirajane Strauss #Mira #Laxus #Laxus Dreyar #Fairy Tail #Fanfiction

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hamenthotep · 5 years

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Thank you very much for providing specific links, all of which I have studied and attempted to read from your point of view. I want to reiterate that you are valued and of course have every right to read and participate in the forum without feeling threatened. That's the core of the community that we have built over the span of more than 15 years, and it has long been codified in our "Respect" rule.

What I perceive in these posts and other portions of the Political Discussion thread that I have read is that, just like in the "real world," we have on the forum a wide range of opinions regarding complex matters surrounding gender and human sexuality. Of course these are not clear and easy matters at every point, which is part of why the broader cultural debate exists in its current form. I would expect that diversity of opinion to be reflected at a place like GateWorld. That these issues affect so many of our members on a personal level makes them all the more difficult to discuss in a calm and rational manner. On the other hand, a forum such as this could provide ground for all sides to try and hear one another out and understand one another's position a little bit better.

Some of these posts show a serious lack of tact. Some display a limited imagination or willingness to consider issues from someone else's point of view (e.g., Just what is it that constitutes a person's "gender"?). And I can see how some on one side would take offense at the conclusions and terminology of the other. One step I am going to take is to ask the moderators to discuss whether pejoratives such as "tranny" and "shemale" ought to be banned.

I have not, however, seen anything that so clearly violates the rules that it necessitates that the moderators step in and censor someone's speech. As I have laid it out for the moderators that is a high bar; it's not enough that a member perceives disrespectful treatment or insult. The forum rules don't guarantee that members will never be offended.

The remedy to this sort of speech (and my advice to you) is to choose one of two paths. First, you could engage those members in discussion and debate, seeking to show them why you believe they are wrong and why their choice of language is taken to be disrespectful -- even perceived as threatening. I think some these members genuinely do not see how one could take their expression of their conservative viewpoint to be personally threatening to an LGBT member.

The second path is to remove yourself from this particular conversation. As it doesn't look like you have posted in this thread recently, perhaps the wisest course is to stop reading it as well. People with those opinions will always exist in the world -- but you needn't subject yourself to their viewpoint and their judgment if you find it so profoundly offensive. Instead, make your home at GateWorld Forum in those folders, threads, and personal relationships where you find joy.

You may continue to report posts if you believe they are over the line, but please recognize that we've attempted over the years to draw that line in such a way as to maximize free speech for the most people -- even those with whom we as moderators profoundly disagree!

With warmest regards,

Darren

This is the “official” response I got from Darren Sumner, owner of the “friendly and welcoming” Gateworld forum when I tried to ask why he, and his moderators were ok with so much transphobic abuse being posted on his forum.

Basically he’s going to consider banning slurs. I guess he’s still thinking about it, because so far he hasn’t.

And also his helpful suggestions for dealing with the abuse while he’s thinking about what to do, either:

Debate the people making the threats. Find a middle ground where you can both agree. Can such a place exist? What does the middle ground between “you deserve to die for existing” and “I just want to exist in a way that’s comfortable for me” even look like?

Or!

Leave the places where the other members are talking about why you don’t deserve to live. Effectively creating safe places for intolerance and hatred to thrive.

Would you feel comfortable interacting with those people? Knowing that there are other parts of the site where they’re talking about why you don’t qualify as human and therefore should be locked up and killed?

I did keep reporting posts. The moderators told me to stop because they don’t care and won’t get involved.

Then they banned me.

#stargate #gateworld #darren sumner #gateworld forum #friendly and welcoming site #the main stargate forum #stargate fandom

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roggling · 6 years

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For the prompt thingie! Allura and Pidge dressed up for a ball but feeling uncomfortable because of the event's ambient, deciding to hide in the gardens because Lotor is handling the diplomatic situation quite well and they need some girl time, and theyre telling tales about earth and altea. Bonus points if Keith and Lance are losing their shit because they look stunning and Shiro and Matt are done and drunk andjskkd

I GOT WAY TOO CAUGHT UP IN THIS, BUT IT WAS SO MUCH FUN SO IT WAS WORTH IT.

The Castle of Lions was bustling and rustling with the movement of the high-class members of the Voltron Coalition. It started off without a hitch and the Voltron members were sparking conversations about the new beginnings with council members and kings and queens. However, it all went to hell when a member refused to shake hands with Emperor Lotor.

King Jolyf of Frovya narrowed his eyes when Lotor approached him with a smile and looked down at him snootily. He was quiet as Lotor greeted and welcomed him to the ball, but he lost it when Lotor reached to take his arm in a friendly handshake, “Do not touch me, you filthy Galra scum!”

The members froze and Team Voltron (+ the Blade of Marmora and the Rebels) gravitated towards the squabble. Lotor’s kind eyes drooped when he heard the King’s insults and dropped his arm, “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I was merely-”

“No! I do not care for your attempts to fix ten thousand years of slavery your kind has brought to my people,” King Jolyf spat as he separated himself from the Galran Emperor, “I do not know what was in the Paladins’ minds when they allowed you to step foot into their castle.”

A wave of furious murmurs erupted on the dance floor and the two females of the team eyed each other. Pidge, dressed in a beautiful, green, authentic Altean gown, leaned in to whisper into the princess’s ear, “You want to leave this to the men?”

Allura was about to refuse when she saw the nervousness in Pidge’s eyes as she watched the scene unfold. Allura looked back and deemed it alright if she left; the men had it under control (Shiro towered above the rude Frovyan king and vouched for Lotor, Hunk tried to placate the newly furious members, Keith’s stern face shut up anyone who dared utter a negative word towards the kind Galran Emperor, Lance tried to distract the people from the fight with space jokes, Matt, and the rebels, defended the Emperor’s honor, and Lotor used the power of diplomacy).

Allura sighed and smiled at the smaller Paladin, “Sure. Lead the way, Pidge.”

Pidge smiled in turn and sped out the door towards the garden room she programmed in the Castle’s simulation room.

The two girls strolled along the garden with their dresses swishing behind them. Allura gawked at the roses, orchids, peonies, daisies, and all other kinds of flowers Pidge could remember. She marveled at the great oaks Pidge placed around the garden to offer shade from the artificial sunlight. She basked under the glow of the bright light from the “earth” sun.

Allura sighed, “Is this how it is on Earth?”

Pidge plucked a blossomed red rose and held it in her hand as she took in the sight of a memory of her favorite place, “In some places. Now, Earth is mostly covered by buildings, factories, and houses. There will be forests here and there, but there are places like these where we preserved the wildlife for the enjoyment of those who still appreciate nature.”

Pidge placed the rose in the arm of a hedge statue of Lance. She smiled at the ridiculous he insisted on using (he was dabbing, but Allura didn’t know that). She smiled again before continuing, “My mom used to take me to the garden all the time. I was more of a techy person and I hated the outdoors, but this is probably the only place I genuinely liked being in nature. All the colors were mesmerizing.”

Allura smiled along with the Green Paladin, “I used to go to the juniberry fields with father all the time when I was a little girl. However, when I reached fifteen decaphoebs, he became much too busy with Zarkon to come visit the fields with me any more. A few days before Zarkon’s attack on Altea, he took me on a trip to the biggest juniberry field in Altea for my birthday. That was my last happy memory of him.”

Pidge frowned and sat down on a concrete bench under the grand oak tree in the center of the garden. Allura sat with her and the two sighed solemnly as they dived into the memories of happy times with their parents.

Inside, the discussion died once Shiro called the Coalition members on their hypocrisy as he pointed out that Lotor was the one to bring their civilizations back to prosperity and the tense atmosphere disappeared.

The men returned to their jovial attitudes and mingled around. One paladin in particular, however, noticed the absence of two females. Lance searched the ballroom for the two girls and was confused when he couldn’t see Pidge’s green, slightly sheer, dress. He was even more confused when he couldn’t find Allura’s extravagant hairdo. He did, however, find Keith’s formal Marmora suit that Allura had to design for the Blades since they never had to attend a ball.

“Hey, Keith!” He approached the half-Galran, who was speaking with an old council member from Olkarion who was fanboying on him, and interrupted his conversation, “I’m sorry, sir, but I need to speak with Keith.”

He pulled him away from the miffed councilman and brought him to a secluded corner of the ballroom. Keith eyed Lance suspiciously before asking, “Uhhh, what are you doing?”

Lance turned his head side-to-side to check their surroundings before whispering, “Allura and Pidge are missing.”

Keith narrowed his eyes, “They’re what?”

“They aren’t anywhere in the ballroom,” Lance whispered again.

Keith rolled his eyes, “Lance they probably just left to go do whatever girls do in royal balls.”

Lance whispered harshly, “Girls flirt in royal balls!”

“If Allura or Pidge hear you right now, they’ll hit you,” Keith deadpanned.

“They won’t if they’re missing!”

Keith pushed Lance away, “Okay, okay. Calm down. Look, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll go with you to look for both of them. If we don’t find them, we tell Shiro and Matt to call for a search party. I doubt that-”

“Yes! Let’s go!” Lance grabbed Keith’s wrist and began to drag him out of the ballroom. Krolia saw this and lifted a confused brow at her son as Keith called out to his mom, “We’ll be right back, we’re just looking for some missing frien-Ow! Lance, stop it!” before he disappeared.

Krolia shook her head and turned to another Blade member and drank her glass of Nunvil, “You have any Half-Galran teenagers?”

Said Blade turned to eye Krolia cautiously before stepping away. Krolia watched him leave and drank another gulp of Nunvil, “They’re really something else.”

Lance finally let go of Keith’s wrist (after he threatened to stab him where the sun doesn’t shine) and the two were walking the halls when Lance asked, “Wait, did you even get to see them tonight?”

Keith froze and drawled out, “You didn’t see them today and you’re panicking about not finding them?”

Lance held up his hands in surrender under Keith’s threatening stare, “I have! I just saw them from the back and I didn’t see their faces.”

Keith thought for a moment before saying, “Me neither.”

Keith continued walking the hall that he didn’t notice when Lance stopped until Lance whispered/screeched, “I found them!”

Keith rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time before walking back and asking, “Okay, then why are … you … Whoa.”

Keith and Lance both stood slack-jawed as the girls in the simulation room danced together in simulation rain.

Their dresses clung onto their skin and complimented their curves (Pidge’s were just blossoming but were still impressive). Their rain dampened their hair and the two let go of their hairdos so they could enjoy the moment and their feet were caked in mud and their laughs were all but graceful and their dance was ridiculous. They have never been more beautiful in Keith and Lance’s eyes.

“Wow, Pidge looks…”

“Wow, Allura look…”

The two guys paused as they watched the girls with metaphorical sparkles in their eyes. But that was all over when two overly drunk-on-Nunvil best friends stumbled upon the guys.

Matt wrapped an arm around Lance and slurred, “Hehe, who you two watching?”

Shiro stumbled onto Keith’s shoulder, “Yeah, you two are really red in the face.”

At that, the two girls heard the guys and stopped their joyous dance and froze under the stare of the four guys. There was complete silence until Matt slurred, “Wow, you two look hot!”

Allura and Pidge blushed before Pidge screeched, “Matt!”

Shiro giggled as Lance and Keith watched helplessly as Matt continued, “No wonder Keith and Lance were stalking you two like some creepos. No one can resist a space princess dancing in the rain with a Holt. Nyma would agree.”

Keith and Lance both blushed and watched the girls as their blushes deepen. Keith facepalmed and hid his reddening face. Lance stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked away.

Drunk Matt, regular Matt too, was enjoying this moment and he punched Shiro in the arm, “Come on, Shiro poke some fun at these blushing, hormonal teens.”

Shiro laughed and shook his head before he caught sight of something in Keith’s hands and he froze, “Is that a bo-?”

“Shiro!”

Bonus:

“What? I was just going to ask if that was a bottle of water.”

Keith looks down hesitantly at the bottle of water he held in his right hand near his waist, “…Yeah.”

“Gimme, I’m gonna have a major hangover tomorrow.” Shiro took it from his hand and gulped most of it down.

He stopped before he was finished and handed it back to him, “Here, take this for your thirsty quiznak.”

Matt howled a laughter and squeezed Shiro’s shoulder as he teased the two teens blushing like crazy.

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