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Imagine Keith’s fucking surprise when he turns around, ready to throw hands with the idiot that had tossed a fucking can through his bedroom window, and instead comes face to face with the boy in the photographs that the McClains had set up on the table with the candle, a memorial for their dead son.
He opens his mouth.
“what the fu-”
“STOP THROWING OUT MY THINGS DUDE, COME ON, HAVE SOME FUCKING RESPECT,”
Keith considers that, maybe, Shiro was right, and the isolation was, in fact, fucking with his head.
Hm.
Whatever, this fucker just threw a can at him, and if his mama taught him one thing it’s to not take shit lying down.
“IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ME TO GET RID OF YOUR SHIT, WHY’D YOU HAVE SUCH BAD TASTE?”
Shit, he’s pretty sure you aren’t meant to indulge the delusion.
The boy, if possible, glares harder, form flickering in and out of existence as he raises his hands to his hips, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing.
Cute.
Ah fuck, wait, no-
“Bad. Taste?” the boy is seething now; Keith’s pretty sure if this was the looney tunes his head would’ve been steaming, “bad. Fucking. TASTE? I ONLY DIED LAST YEAR, AND ILL BET MY ROTTING BONES THAT UGLY MULLETS HAVEN’T MAGICALLY COME BACK INTO STYLE!”
Keith’s eye twitches. Oh this little shit was gonna fucking get it.
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“Lighthouse keeper, huh?”
Keith watches Shiro’s face carefully, because he’s not sure what to expect. Not anger — Shiro doesn’t do angry, not with Keith — but not exactly excitement, either. He’s not sure.
Shiro sighs, hanging his head. He doesn’t speak or move for several moments, only staring at his clasped ands, jaw set. Keith remains where he is, leaning against the bookshelf covered in stickers placed carefully by six-year old Keith, ugly as sin but impossible for sentimental Shiro to throw out.
Shiro braces his hands on his knees, sighing again as he heaves himself up and walks over to Keith. He cups Keith’s face in his hands and leans their foreheads together.
“Why do you always have to choose the least safe option, huh, kiddo?” His voice is a mix of tired and fond; strained and loving.
Keith shrugs. His hands tighten on Shiro’s shirt. “That’s what you did.”
The remark makes Shiro crack a smile.
“Do as I say, not as I do.”
“Tyrant,” Keith says. The familiar tease — remnant from when Keith was younger and angrier and fought every choice Shiro made for him, regardless of whether it was the right one — makes Shiro huff a laugh, pressing a kiss to Keith’s forehead before pulling away.
“You have to promise to call me every week, okay? At least once. Lighthouses get lonely.”
“Okay,” Keith says quietly.
“And get decent groceries when you go out. Vegetables. Lots of them.”
“Okay.”
“And don’t do anything stupid, like go swimming in an icy ocean at night to chase a cryptid or something.”
Keith smiles a little. “No promises.”
Shiro sighs again, but it’s not as heavy this time. This time there’s an edge of acceptance to it.
“Just — be safe, kiddo. I can’t lose you, too.”
“Okay,” Keith says again, and he means it.
———
Lighthouse keeper. Lighthouse keeper.
What an insane job.
Is Keith qualified for it, technically? No. Not even a little bit. But after a little resume-fudging — okay, a lot of straight-up lying — and a myriad of people refusing to come near the lighthouse they swore was haunted, Keith landed the job.
“Look, it’s kind of isolating, okay?” says the coast guard, pressing a massive ring of keys into his hand. “Like, it’s not a hard job, really, except for during storms. You mostly just get to chill and check on the bulb every once in a while. But it can get…lonely.” She cuts him a sideways glance. “You know the story?”
Vaguely.
Keith shrugs.
“This used to be a real popular port,” she says. “People landing day and night, every day of the year. Used to be people manning the light every second of every day, groups of six or seven living here at once, like one big family. But then we shifted from using coal to using all that renewable shit, and the port stopped being so popular ‘cause there were less ships out to this area. Employees dwindled to just one guy, here by himself, every day of the year for decades.”
She pauses for a moment, drumming her hand on her car door. Keith pretends to be way less intrigued than he is.
“He went mad,” she says quietly. “No wifi or anything in the 60s, you know. Not a damn thing to do. He said he fell in love with the moon. Refused to retire, to resign. Stayed up in that tower until he was way too old to be manning it. Died in one of the storms ‘cause he was just to frail to be out in those elements, y’know? But he wouldn’t leave the damn place behind. People say he never really left — that his ghost haunts the place. That’s why it’s been abandoned for so long.”
She shrugs, somber look melting off her face as quickly as it came. “Well, I’m sure it’s all shit, anyway. You’ll be fine. Good luck!”
Before Keith can so much as utter a single ‘hey, what the fuck’, she ducks into her car, slamming the door and speeding down the gravel driveway.
“Well, goodbye,” Keith mutters, shaking his head and walking down the cobblestone path to the door. “Thanks for that.”
Ghost, huh?
That sure as hell wasn’t on any of the waivers he signed.
He hopes it’s not an angry ghost.
———
Turns out Shirt had nothing to worry about. Keith keeps a radio on him once it gets dark, making his way up to the light when he gets word of a ship coming near, just to make sure everything’s okay. He doesn’t really do much except watch the sea, basically. He supposes he’ll be a lot busier in a giant storm or if something breaks, but as of right now, his biggest trouble is boredom.
And oh, what a trouble it is.
Turns out manning a lighthouse is boring as shit. 24 hours is a lot of goddamn time in the day, and there’s only so many times Keith can scroll through his phone or read a book before he goes insane. It’s almost never worth the gas money to drive into town, and besides he doesn’t know anyone, so mostly he just sits and mopes out the window or skips rocks along the shoreline (his current record is 20 skips in a row, which would be cool as shit of the every second of every day didn’t feel so blah). Even the calls with Shiro are too mundane to pique his interest — his brother’s life isn’t too exciting, either, although talking with Shiro still has its enjoyment.
There is something magical about the stillness of everything, though. Like, yeah, Keith would love it if he could maybe experience something that was even a little interesting, but he’s felt more peace in the past few months than he has his entire life.
(Not that that’s saying much.)
(But, still.)
He particularly likes sitting out on the balcony by the light once the sun has set, watching the stars. It’s gotten warm enough now that he can sit out for hours without getting cold, just watching the stars. He’s so far away from any city that he can see what feels like every star in existence.
The moon, though, is the most breathtaking of anything. Somehow it looks more breathtaking every night. This far out on the coastline Keith can see it with startling clarity, every dip and crater and crevice glowing a soft silver. Sometimes Keith is so captivated by it that he watches it from sunset to sunrise, feeling like barely an hour has passed.
It makes Keith feel a little less lonely, somehow. Like maybe his heart doesn’t hurt so bad.
———
Keith wakes up at two in the afternoon feeling strangely pleased.
It’s not because he slept in, or anything — he usually wakes up at around two, since he’s up all night manning the light — or even that his sleep was particularly restful. He doesn’t know why he feels so…excited? Maybe that’s not the right word. But he goes through the day feeling all floaty, humming as he cleans up his living space and dancing around as he makes food. The air buzzes with anticipation, although for what he’s not sure.
Closer tonight.
Keith freezes.
Huh?
He waits a moment, hands still int the soapy water. What was that? That was a strangely…foreign thought. What’s closer tonight? What does that even mean?
He shakes himself out of his stillness when he realises the water has started to go cold, continuing to scrub the dishes. Whatever. He has weird, intrusive thoughts all the time. It’s nothing new.
Full moon. Closer to Earth.
“Okay, what the fuck.”
Keith drops the dishes, yanking his hands out of the sink and taking a stumbling step back, stopping when he backs into the fridge. His wet hands drip onto the tile floor, steady plop sounds, one for every heavy inhale.
“Okay,” he tells himself, “I am going to dry my hands and then sit down on the couch. I am going to remain still for twenty minutes. If I hear a weird thought again, I am going to freak out. If not, I am going to assume my brain is trying to freak me out to make things more interesting, and I am going to dismiss this entirely.”
Twenty minutes later, when no weird thought occurs, Keith sighs in relief.
God, how bored must he be, for his brain to make up weird voices or whatever? Maybe he should take up another hobby.
Knit, or something.
Can’t hurt.
———
“Did you get lonely a lot, when you were deployed?”
Shiro hums; tinny through the shitty cell reception.
“Yeah, lots. There were a lot of long stretches where I felt like I might be the only person in the world. Made everything feel smaller. Why do you ask? You getting lonely?”
“Just curious,” Keith denies. He pauses a moment.
“Did you ever hear…voices?”
As soon as he says it, he knows he’s fucked up. The comfortable silence between them gets charged immediately, tense, and they may be hundreds of miles apart but Keith can physically feel the concerned look Shiro is sporting.
“Keith, maybe you should call a doc —”
“It’s not me,” Keith says hastily. “I’m just — I read a lot now, right? I don’t have much else to do. And I was reading one of the manuals lying around this place, and it said that if you experience any strange mental symptoms to switch out shifts, but I was just curious about what strange mental symptoms might be, I’m not actually —”
“Okay,” Shiro interrupts. “It’s fine. I believe. Just — stay safe, okay? Don’t be afraid to call for help, to call it quits. We can always figure out what to do next.”
Keith takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair and smiling slightly. No matter what, he can count on Shiro.
“Okay.”
“Good. Love you, kiddo.”
“Love you, too.”
———
Keith squints at the sky. He tilts his head, considering, then squints harder.
“Maybe I am going crazy,” he says to himself. He hasn’t heard any weird voices since that one time, but he’s been feeling a lot of weird things in his chest, near his heart. For two weeks the night sky has felt almost…distant? Cold, even. But then he started to feel this growing pull to be outside more and more, the strong desire to stand and stare out at sea during the day, swaying with the waves, and to stare endlessly at the sky at night, drinking in the sights, watching the moon turn through it’s phases. The feeling is almost suffocating, now, like if he’s not outside he’s incapable of breathing. Everything feels so restless during the day, soothed only by the light of the moon.
“Or maybe I’m just dead bored. Who knows.”
———
Finally.
The voice startles him right out of a nap, tumbling off the couch onto a heap on the floor. He blinks himself awake fully, blearily checking his watch. His eyes widen.
“Shit,” he says, scrambling to his bedroom to grab his radio and sprinting up the stairs to the light. He’s late. He doesn’t seem to have missed any calls, thankfully, but still, he needs to be up there in case a ship’s radio is broken and they can’t call, or what if —
He freezes on the top step.
“What the fuck.”
Elbows on the balcony railing, leaning out facing the ocean, is a man. He’s tall, curly brown hair whipping around his angular face in the sea breeze, eyes closed in serenity.
Every part of him, faintly, glows silver.
“Took your sweet time,” he says, not opening his eyes. His voice is strangely familiar.
“What the fuck,” Keith repeats. He’s not sure how else to encompass the pure bewilderment he’s feeling.
Finally the man turns slightly to face him, lips curled in amusement and eyes opening to reveal a deep, dark brown that sparkles faintly in the moonlight.
“You’re supposed to be here when the sun sets, yes?”
Keith hums, nodding his head.
“Yep. I’ve officially gone insane.”
The man laughs, head thrown back and teeth gleaming white.
“Perhaps. Are madmen always so eloquently charming?”
“Figments of my imagination are not allowed to be mocking,” Keith snaps, because if he’s going to go insane it’s going to be on his terms, goddamnit.
“Good thing I have nothing to do with your imagination, then,” the man shoots back easily. He smirks. “You couldn’t come up with something as pretty as me if you tried.”
Keith scoffs, but doesn’t deny it. Figures that his brain would cook up a bratty loudmouth with a bright smile to torture him. He’s his own worst enemy.
“I’m going to ignore you,” Keith informs the man. “If I don’t acknowledge you, then my brain will get the message and you’ll disappear.”
The man pouts. “Don’t be so callous. I only have three days, and then I’ll not see you again for a month.”
Keith ignores him. This lighthouse gig is kind of boring, sure, and yeah, he’s a little lonely, but it pays well and includes room and board. There’s not a chance in hell that he’s succumbing to his insanity and returning to fucking retail, or something, no sirree. He’s stubborn. He can wait this out.
The man sighs petulantly. “Of course you’re boring,” he mutters. “The last Moon Guardian got to fall in love with the lightkeeper, and I get someone who can scarcely believe I’m real. How unjust.”
The last lightkeeper… what was it the coast guard had said?
He said he fell in love with the moon…stayed up in that tower until he was too old to be manning it. Died in one of the storms.
“Oh, real original, brain,” he mutters to himself. “Real fuckin’ original, with the Hollywood spooky stuff. I need to stop watching horror movies before bed.”
“Ugh,” the man says, rolling his eyes. “You’re stubborn, aren’t you? I bet you will refuse to even acknowledge me for months or even years. I should have chosen to guard one of Venus’ moons when ‘Llura gave me the chance.”
“Nope,” Keith says, waking to the other side of the balcony. If his brain is going to torment him with ridiculousness, then he is not going to listen.
He’ll just wait it out.
———
For the eight hours of sundown, he manages. He keeps stubbornly away from the hallucination, ignoring the man’s huffing and puffing and muttering, firmly telling himself that he’s just overtired and that he’ll sleep in extra tomorrow morning so this won’t happen again. The very second the sun peeks above the horizon, Keith books it for the staircase, rushing for the door before the hallucination can so much as mutter a word. He runs straight to his bed and sleeps for sixteen straight hours, completely dead to the world. When he wakes, he convinces himself to check the balcony, and is relieved to find the man gone.
“See?” he reassures himself. “Just sleep deprived.”
He believes it all the way until sundown, when he jovially makes the climb up to the light, whistling to himself, only to trail into silence when the man stands there again, smiling smugly at him.
“Good evening,” he says.
Keith throws a book at his face.
———
“I despise you,” the man says nasally, glaring at Keith through bruised eyes.
Keith winces, dabbing blood off the man’s nose as delicately as he can with a damp cloth.
“Sorry,” he says, as genuinely as he can. “I really did think the book was going to go through you. How was I to know that you’re — well, that you’re real?”
“Because I told you!” the man cries. “Thrice!”
Keith huffs, stepping back as the man wrestles the cloth from his hands and starts to wipe the blood off himself. “Well, I said I was sorry, okay? Jesus.”
The man glares at him one more time before sighing. “I suppose I can forgive you.”
“Cool.” Keith shifts awkwardly. “Um, not to be rude, but who the hell are you? Now that I know you’re not my brain, it’s kind of super weird that you’re here.”
“I have many names,” the man says. “Luna, Alqamar, Dal. Moon. But the other Guardians call me Lance, so perhaps that is the name most suitable.”
“Okay,” Keith says, like this isn’t lunacy. “So you’re not just some random dude? You’re, like, the — moon? In the fucking sky?”
“Our spirits are one, yes.”
“Mhm. Great. That cleared up nothing.”
The man — Lance — raises an amused eyebrow. “What more must be made clear to you, Lightkeeper? The Moon and I are one. I am he who guards her, I am her. Is that so confusing?”
“You must know that it is,” Keith says flatly. “Like, up until right this second, I though the moon was a lifeless rock floating in the sky.”
“You’ve never felt the pull?” Lance asks softly. “Your kind has built your culture on her. Every one of you worships her in some way, ever group looks to her with some kind of fondness. You truly did not feel any of her pull, of her power? The power of any of the celestia? Have you not looked up and felt the breath knocked from your lungs?”
“I have,” Keith admits. Lance is right — the moon has always has spirit. Keith just didn’t think it was so literal.
“Good,” Lance says firmly. “There is hope for you yet, Lightkeeper.”
“Keith.”
“Hm?”
“That’s my name,” Keith says awkwardly. “Keith.”
“Oh!” Lance exclaims. He smiles, just as he did the first time Keith saw him, faint silver glow making him appear ethereal. “It’s good to meet you, Keith.”
Keith cracks a smile. This is weird as hell, sure — but didn’t Keith ask for something interesting to happen?
“It’s good to meet you too, Lance.”
———
“A friend?”
“Yep,” Keith says, popping the p. “All by myself and everything.”
“That’s great!” Shiro says enthusiastically. “How did you meet? Is he working for the lighthouse too, or does he work in town?”
“He’s a…traveller,” Keith says hesitantly. “Yeah. Only here three nights of the month, so I let him crash and we hang out.”
It’s as much of a truth as any. Keith has learned over the last few months that Lance can only come to Earth when the moon is closest — when it’s ‘full’.
“Your human denominations make no sense,” Lance argued. “I am always full, I’m just simply not always facing you. What is a ‘new moon’? I never change.”
Keith shrugged. “Do I look like I named the damn phases? People didn’t always get that, man. You looked like a crescent, you were called a crescent. Simple!”
“But you have advanced! You know the truth, now, so why keep the archaic language?”
“Lance. Dude. I am a lighthouse-keeper, and I made up all sorts of shit to get this job. I am not an astronomer.”
“Ugh. Humans perplex me.”
“Okay, mythical being.”
“…but I’m glad you’re not so lonely,” Shiro continues, snapping Keith out of his thoughts. “I was worried for a while there, kiddo.”
Keith snorts. “Thanks, Shiro.”
“Hey, don’t give me that! You have a tendency to get yourself into sticky situations and then make it worse by stubbornly refusing to back out while you can!”
“I do not,” Keith says, lying.
“Mhm, sure, kiddo. And I didn’t have to rescue you from a cult two separate times.”
“Whatever,” Keith says, scowling. “I’m hanging up now.”
“Yeah, yeah, goober.”
As much as Keith hates to admit it, life really does improve between Lance’s visits and Shiro’s calls. Both give him something solid to look forward too, and Lance’s visits especially often give him the element of physical touch that Keith didn’t realise he was missing.
Not that he’ll admit that.
But it’s nice, kind of. Even though Lance’s skin kind of feels like cool marble, and every time they hug it’s like the warmth is leeched out of him.
Not that they hug a lot.
Well, kind of. Lance is a touchy person. Moon Guardian.
Whatever.
———
“How does the guardian thing, like, work? In terms of science?”
Lance shrugs. “I haven’t the faintest clue,” he says easily. “My friend — he’s the Guardian of Phobos — he has a much clearer idea. It has something to do with quintessence, he supposes.”
“Quintessence?”
“Life force. Energy. The pieces that make up atoms.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that had a name.”
“Everything does. That’s why it exists.”
“Huh.” Keith sits with that for a moment. Not that he ever probably could, but he’d love to explain this to Shiro, to watch his nerd brain explode. It would be hilarious. “So do you guys just…spring to life when a new planet it formed, or something?”
“Oh, no,” Lance says, laughing. “I am only…twenty-five rotations around the sun.”
Keith raises his eyebrows. “Seriously? You’re my age?”
“Are you insinuating that I look older?” Lance teases. “Because if that’s the case, I can arrange to have you smited.”
Keith laughs.
Then he gets nervous.
Can Lance have him smited?
“No, no, you look great,” Keith says. Better safe than sorry.
“You look beautiful, really. It definitely makes sense that you’re the moon guardian, y’know? Like, if I had to picture someone who matched the moon, it would be you.”
Well.
That was certainly more than being ‘safe’.
Sometimes, Keith wishes he had even a little bit of a filter.
“You think so?” Lance asks quietly. Shyly.
“Yes,” Keith chokes out, picking a random star and praying to it that his blush fades. “I think so.”
A cold finger curls around his.
“I think you look beautiful, too.”
———
“Keith. Keith. Keith. Keith. Keith. Keith —”
“Shiro, piss off,” Keith mumbles, reaching blindly for a pillow to smack his brother with. “I’m tired.”
“Well, get up! This only happens thrice a year, and I want to make the most of it!”
Wait. Keith only knows one person — well, ‘person’ — who says thrice unironically, and it’s not Shiro.
“Lance?!” Keith yelps, startling awake. He shoots a confused look to the frankly ecstatic man before him, and then looks, even more confused, out his window. The sun is high in the sky, it can’t be more than noon.
“How are you here?”
“Supermoon!” Lance shouts excitedly. “Every four months, I am as close to Earth as I can possibly be, even closer then what you humans call a ‘full’ moon, and so I can be on Earth a full day cycle! It’s very exciting. I tried to wait for you to wake, but you slept so long. I couldn’t wait any further.”
“Ugh,” Keith groans, flipping back onto the pillows. “It’s early.”
Really, he’s as excited as Lance, but Lance can’t know that.
“Half the day has passed!” Lance argues. There’s a dip in the bed, and it’s Keith’s only warning before there’s suddenly a weight flopped on him.
“Oof.”
“You’re being exceptionally boring,” Lance says, pushing himself up on Keith’s chest to look him closely in the face. “I want to explore the town. I’ve always been too shy to go on my own. Take me, take me, take me!”
Keith fights off a blush, both from their position and Lance’s accidental innuendo.
“Okay,” he says weakly.
Lance cheers, scrambling off him and running out of the room.
“Hurry and get ready! I will try and make us breakfast — I think I understand how to use the stove!”
“Yeah, yeah.” It takes a moment for Lance’s second sentence to sink in. “Wait, Lance, no, stay away from the stove, you don’t know how fire works yet!”
———
Keith is going to collapse into particles. Really. That, or melt into goo on the ground.
It’s just that Lance is so cute.
Sure, he’s always beautiful. Ethereal, really. And he’s funny, and smart, and obviously very fascinating on principle alone.
But watching Lance flutter excitedly through the tiny coastline town, fascinated by every tiny, mundane thing?
Oh, Keith is not going to make it out of this one alive. Seriously. It’s straight out of that one scene in The Little Mermaid, except Lance is a million times more adorable, and knows what a fork is.
“Oh my stars, look at all these things! It’s all ridiculous! There’s no purpose for it! I want one of everything!”
“How do you even — wait,” Keith says, as something occurs to him. “Do you have, like, a house on the moon, or something? How do you store all your shit? Because you clearly have, like, clothes and stuff. And you understand some book references. Is there like a Celestial Guardians neighbourhood, or something…?”
“Oh, everything I have is stored with yours, only on the astral plane,” Lance says dismissively.
“Right. Okay,” Keith says. He pats Lance on the shoulder. “This would be one of those times where you say something that you think is very normal, but is actually batshit insane.”
Lance blinks. “Oh.” He pauses for a moment, tilting his head. “If you don’t know about the astral plane, it might be hard to conceptualise.”
“Let’s grab some food,” Keith suggests. Lance lights up at the suggestion, making Keith smile. Lance loves human food.
Once they’re settled at some random, tourist trap restaurant, Keith pokes Lance in the shoulder.
“Astral plane?” he prompts.
“Right,” Lance says, speaking through his bite of food which should be disgusting but is instead only endearing. “Quintessence is a very finicky thing. It exists and it doesn’t, in more places than are possible. It is, in many ways, the explanation for things that do not make sense.”
“So it’s not a specific material?”
“It is, it’s just also everything else that doesn’t make sense.”
“Well, that’s confusing.”
“Mhm. That’s what’s so fun about it! The most important parts that you need to know, though, is that every physical plane has an inphysical plane, and every single thing on those two planes are entwined on a quintessential level.”
Keith nods. “That means almost nothing to me.”
Lance laughs. “Well, think of you and me, yes? You are a human, a physical being. I am a Guardian of the Moon. I am physical only in certain ways, and only because my quintessence is tied completely with yours. We are mirrors to each other, connections to the two different worlds. Does that make sense?“
Keith stills, fork halfway to his mouth. Because, scientifically — no. Nothing about what Lance said is in any way something Keith can conceptualise.
But, like, on spiritual terms?
“That makes it sound like you’re my soulmate,” Keith says quietly.
“That’s a great way of putting it!” Lance says, smiling brightly. “Our souls are mated, yes. That’s one way of seeing it. Every part of our lives has been linked together from the moment we existed — I exist, as a Guardian, because you exist, because you are my tether to the physical plane — and will continue beyond that. Fascinating, yes?”
Keith nods numbly.
Soulmates.
For the second time since he’s met Lance, Keith thinks back to the coast guard’s story, back to the man who guarded the lighthouse and fell in love with the moon, who never retired, who stayed with the moon until his very end.
It sounds a lot less spooky, now.
———
Lance is still a bundle of energy when they finally head back to the lighthouse, sun beginning to set on the horizon.
“You’re my favourite human I know,” he says, pressing a smacking kiss to Keith’s cheek. “Thank you for taking me to the town.”
“I’m the only human you know,” Keith responds wryly, hyper aware of the spot on his cheek that Lance’s lips just touched.
Soulmates rings in his ears.
They climb the stairs in comfortable silence, lying down on the balcony next to the light and looking up contentedly at the stars.
“It looks far more wondrous on Earth,” Lance says quietly. He smiles. “Most things do.”
“Yeah?” Keith asks, just as quiet. “I would’ve thought you could see more out in space.”
“You can, but there’s something special about being down here.” He turns to face Keith. His smile has turned shy. “With you.”
Keith’s throat goes dry. He takes a deep breath, then reaches out a shaking hand, cupping it around Lance’s cheek. Lance leans into it.
“Lance,” he says, voice surprisingly steady. “Do you know what it means, for humans, to be soulmates?”
“Yes,” Lance whispers. “I was — I know what it means to me, at least. And I know what I hope it means for you.”
Slowly, Keith brushes his thumb across Lance’s cheekbone, back and forth. His skin has started to glow again, in tandem with the moon. It makes the brown of his eyes seem darker.
“What do you hope it means?”
Lance’s gaze flicks down to his lips. “That I am yours.”
“And what about me?”
“What do you want to be?”
“Yours, if you want me.”
Lance smiles, a flash of white in the darkness. “I do. I always have.”
“Always?” The words are barely a whisper, their faces so close together that their breath intermingles, tiny freckles over Lance’s nose shining like mini constellations.
“Yes,” Lance says, and then their lips finally meet, Keith’s eyes fluttering shut as he cradles the face of the Moon carefully in his hands, caresses the coolness of his skin. He breathes in the scent of his soulmate, and he knows he will go just as mad as the lightkeeper before him; desperately in love with the Moon.
Somehow, he doesn’t mind.
#been having some big feelings about celestial bodies lately if u couldn’t tell#vld#voltron#keith#keith kogane#lance#lance mcclain#klance#friends to lovers#moon god lance#lighthouse keeper keith#i’m going to go ahead and say i’m the first person to ever create this au lol#modern au#mythological au#brown-eyed lance#keith & shiro#broganes#protective shiro#my writing#fic#longpost#soulmate au
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klance lighthouse au........keith is a lighthouse keeper and lance is a mer who is wounded by fishermen and swept into a storm and washes up on the shore where keith finds him.......if u even care.........
#shiro is still keith's Big Brother there are things that must remain universal constants forever and always#but allura is lance's sister (always loved aus w that) and hunk is also a mer#pidge is human but her whole family study mers <3#IDKKKK idk im just rotating them today.#winter speaks#voltron#klance#im back on my au bullshit (i never left)
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thinking about my progression as an artist lately - here’s a retrospective of my doll-making projects over the last ten years!
this is not all of the dolls I’ve made in this time (probably not even a third of them) but rather a collection that seem representative of the general look of my work over time.
[more information, dates, &c. under the readmore]
[left to right]
2012 - Harold. Wire frame, wooden bead head.
2015 - Albert. Wire frame, air-dry clay head.
2016 - unnamed. Wire frame, wooden bead head and hands.
2016 - ambiguous musketeer. Wire frame, wooden bead head.
2017-2019 - George. Cloth body.
2019 - unnamed. Wooden stick frame, wooden bead head.
March 2020 - unnamed. Polymer clay body, wire loop joints.
June 2020 - lighthouse keeper. Polymer clay body, stiff wire joints.
December 2020 - Jack Aubrey. Polymer clay body, tape and wire joints.
April 2021 - Thomas Jopson. Wire frame, polymer clay head, hands, and feet.
December 2021 - Alexander Smollett. Wire frame, cloth and tape body, polymer clay head, hands, and feet.
July 2022 - Keith Windham. Wire frame, cloth and chenille-yarn body, polymer clay head, hands, and feet.
#em makes stuff#my sculpting skills have evolved but my photo editing skills have not#on account of the sheer size of some of these guys the photos had to be taken standing on a table#and then stitched together rather sloppily#hm maybe I should add close-ups but also I have just put all of these guys away again
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tagged by @calicojackofficial to post a line from the midpoint of ten projects.
Oh this is going to be fun.
The lab door slides open and Keith’s head lifts to find it, unerring. Her eyes are all he can see clearly, but he’d know the shape of her anywhere now.
- From an unfinished Keith!whump wip, last touched in 2019
“I thought you knew. Jesus, I thought he would’ve, or someone? Fuck me,” Matt swears, emphatically. Shiro watches as Matt takes a deep breath, holds it, and then lets it go. ��You’ve got to promise me you’re not going to do anything stupid, okay?”
- From an unfinished post-series Sheith wip, last touched in early 2021
They had been in the parlour, indeed. Standing in the centre of the sunken floor, mouldering lace curtains moving lazily beside the drafty windows, and the moonlight casting bright shadows on the floor. Shane had felt nothing, had had no warning. One moment, they were joking about the crown molding, the next, Ryan was gone and Shane was bereft.
- From my unfinished demon!Shane au wip, last touched late 2021
She’s flushed down her throat, and disappearing under the neckline of her dress. Shane wants to know how far it goes, and whether he’d be able to taste the heat of it in her skin. He wants to watch Ryan follow the line of it with his tongue—
- From Down to Brass Tacks, a cowboy!Shyan+ threesome wip, last touched August 2022
“Who can hear us?” Ryan wants to know, voice barely a whisper.
- From an unfinished vampire!Shane wip, last touched October 2022
Shane waits on the shore, mindful of the shifting ice. The snow thickens and lessens, thickens and lessens. He can’t make out who is coming ashore, until they’re almost to him. A man, shorter than Shane, shoulders hunched in his coat, knitted hat pulled down low over his face. Shane reaches out, to help him scramble up over the jagged ice pushed up against the rocks.
The man’s grip is strong.
- From Safe Harbour, a lighthouse keeper shyan au wip, last touched early 2021
The grin on Ryan’s face widens. “Shane,” he says, holding Shane’s gaze, “do you have any twos?”
- From an unfinished gift fic for a friend, set on a train ride across the US, last touched late 2021
“Amazing that anyone pays you to sing,” Geralt says, over Jaskier, who is improvising some very poor rhymes for a fourth verse of the song. “When they could be doing us all a favour and paying you to stop.”
- From My Rivers Tilt Towards You, my fae!Jaskier wip, last touched October 2022
Geralt doesn’t hear anyone in the fields, which stretch in a thin line down to the river. He looks out over the expanse of growing grain.
- From an untitled Geraskier wip, last touched March 2022
(Someday, my writing routine will come back from the war)
I’m not tagging anyone, but if anyone sees this and wants to do it, consider yourself tagged and please tag me when you do, so I can see!
#things jess says#am writing#god look at all these unfinished projects i haven't touch in more than a year#christ 2022 really did me in for writing#i got tagged in a thing
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Storm
The first storm of Shiro's new career comes spectacularly quickly.
One moment, the sun is shining and there are a few gray clouds on the distant horizon. And the next, the sky darkens and the wind picks up.
Shiro doesn't need the radio to tell him what's coming.
Outside, the ocean rages. He can hear its fury just beyond the edge of his new home. A chill settles in his bones as he grabs a raincoat and makes his way up the winding tower stairs to the lights. Rain pummels him.
In theory, he knows how to operate them.
In practice, he's winded by the time he finally reaches the top. It's been a couple of months since his discharge, and his body is still recovering from the injuries of that fateful flight.
He doesn't let that stop him from approaching the machinery. He can't fail here. He stares at it, trying to make sense of the knobs and levers when a familiar ghost suddenly materializes right next to him.
Keith's hair waves in the gusty wind, pulling away from his angular face. Those eyes stare at Shiro like they can see right through him.
"First time," Shiro explains.
The ghost's expression softens and he points toward one of the buttons.
"You sure?" Shiro asks hesitantly, brain suddenly blank. He can't remember a damn thing about this mechanism.
The ghost nods.
The lighthouse keeper presses it and hears the slow, ponderous creak of machinery coming to life.
Keith gestures at a crank and makes the motion to turn it clockwise. The lights rotate into place when Shiro does it while heavy raindrops crash around them.
Before Shiro can blink, the rain is sleet and the wind has turned into a gale. His raincoat flaps around and his face is half-numb from the cold. Water streams down his back as he fiddles with the controls again.
The lights flicker between crashes of thunder and briefly fail.
Shiro doesn't know what to do. Panic rises as the giant lamps lay silent and dark against the night.
"Shit," he yells over the wind.
The ghost puts his hand on Shiro's shoulder and shakes his head.
"Here." He points to a breaker.
Shiro flickers it off and on, and after a few tries, the lamps come back to life again. Slowly, they begin to rotate, casting their glow across the ocean.
The ghost smiles at him.
"Thanks." Shiro is grinning and he doesn't care.
The weather is doing a number on him, and he's pretty sure it's about to carry his ghost right off the tower. Keith looks like a wet rat for all that he's also smiling.
Are ghosts affected by the wind? "We should head back."
Keith gestures to the stairs.
"You first!" Shiro protests.
"I'm fine." The ghost starts to fade. "Go!"
Shiro wants to argue, but Keith is gone before he can. So he makes his way down to the ground, wet and cold and a little sad. And thankful even for the brief company of someone who knows what they're doing.
Click on the lighthouse tag to read the other drabbles in the same story.
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LOTD: Punta Jerez (1)
~sorry for delay - meant for December 9th, 2023~
(from: https://www.ibiblio.org/lighthouse/mxtm.htm)
Punta Jerez (1)
1904. Inactive since the early 1990s and destroyed in 2000. This lighthouse, a round French cast iron tower with ribs or buttresses, collapsed during Hurricane Keith in October 2000. Lighthouse Digest has a small photo by Hector de Luna Espinosa. A 2006 photo (no longer online) showed a single buttress still standing. Ruins of the keeper's houses also survive, as seen in Abimael Silva's 2022 photo and Google's satellite view. Punta Jerez, about 70 km (45 mi) north of Tampico, is not a cape but only a subtle bend in the barrier beach. The abandoned light station is located on the beach. Accessible only by boat. Site open.
(sorry - no photo available)
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hi i know you’ve answered an ask about this before but i was wondering if you knew of any more demon!shane fics? thank you!
we do!
Here’s a link to our previous lists - here
And some new ones for you too!
Demons and Dispatchers - shiphitsthefan | M, 10k, complete
In a handful of hours, Shane has been summoned into a Devil's Trap, subjected to and rescued from an exorcism, and found out his best friend is a serial killer. He's had better nights.
The following day, however, is a different story.
Go Back to Sleep - 19_empty_vacancies | T, 1k, complete
Without breaking his gaze from the shadows, he pulled Ryan in close, closer, closer. Held him to his chest in a stake of claim as he stretched fingers of his power, of his essence to cover Ryan, drenching him, encompassing him in his very being
The Devil Haunts Me (Series) -
burdened_with_glorious_hunters, Cyber_Grape_aka_Jay | T-M, 107k, wip
Follow the lives of Shane and Ryan as they investigate some of the most haunted locations in Australia for the latest episodes of Unsolved: Supernatural. Although nothing is straightforward as lies and secret identities are thrown into the mix amongst dangerous demonic entities and pining love for one another. Can the ghoul boys overcome these obstacles or will they fall apart under the weight of the pressure?
if you’re gone, then fade, cause i don’t wanna be your ghost - bittersweetbaby | Gen, 3k, complete
After a few more moments of traveling up a seemingly endless path, the house was in view. Shane let out a low whistle, he'd admit, the house looked terrible. And that's saying something; he's been to Hell
I’ll Keep You Warm At Night (Series) - locketofyourhair | E, 8.8k, complete
He knows Ryan wouldn’t be able to live with himself after. He’d see Shane’s glowing eyes, filled with a soft brown light the same as his “human” irises, and know that demons were capture-on-camera real, and it would ruin their friendship.
It’s definitely better that way.
Until, of course, fate pushes the issue.
Christmas with the Devil - denimwrapped | Gen, 8.5k, complete
Shane's a demon. Not that he wants you to know that. And he doesn't really want Ryan to know, either, given his partner's well-documented fear and hatred towards all things demonic. Which is why he plays the role of skeptic to Ryan's believer, all while secretly keeping Ryan safe from the various ghouls they encounter when filming Unsolved.
Then Shane finds out that one of Ryan's best defenses against demons isn't actually as effective as they previously thought. And he decides that it's up to him to make sure Ryan can hold his own against demons - even if it means literally going to Hell and back.
Demons I Get, People Are Crazy - Fallintones | M, 30k, complete
Shane has been trying so hard to keep Ryan in the dark. And it’s all about to come crashing down very quickly. But things will be okay, right?
Ryan is being targeted by a demon that Shane might not be able to protect him from.
Ned and Eugene can’t keep hiding their true selves from Zach and Keith.
But at the end of the day, they all have each other’s backs. And their lives are all tangled together in a way that can’t be undone.
Lowlands - pyrsrun | T, 16k, complete
“Don’t you think it’s bad luck to play certain songs?”
“Uhm? Of course not, they’re just songs” he answered with a chuckle “I heard it at the pub the other day, though I’m afraid I don’t know the words”
Ryan simply nodded, and Shane took it as his cue to keep playing. Soon after, Ryan joined him with vocals.
“Yo, ho. All together, hoist the colors high” he moistened his lips, and locked eyes with Shane, his tone getting lower with each word “Evil. Thieves and beggars. Never shall we die”
There, in the ever approaching twilight, with the sea breeze caressing his hair, Ryan looked distant and ethereal, and Shane was overcome with a morose feeling.
-
Shane is a lighthouse keeper in a big merchant town. He lives peacefully in his quiet routine, but everything changes when he finds a man half-drowned in the rocks below.
Payne’s Grey - Icandigelvis | M, 86k, wip
Years after Buzzfeed Ryan is living alone with his two children as a single father, his life suddenly taking a hell of a turn when he gets fired from his job while simultaneously stumbling upon an old face he hasn’t seen in years.
Ryan had wondered what Shane was getting up to after their falling out. Getting trapped in salt circles among other things apparently.
Myliobatoidei - calico_fiction | T, 1k, complete
“I am not a demon,” Shane insists. There, in his bathrobe, with his horns and scales and pitch black eyes, Shane insists that.
Lead us not into temptation - Agf | E, 6.5k, complete
"It's obviously a demon thing. And I know you're on board with the eyes and the horns and the-" Shane waves a hand over himself, "-but this is different. This is me, specifically getting off on the thought of corrupting your soul."
Look, having a demon boyfriend and not roleplaying demonic sex just kind of seems like a waste, leftover Catholic guilt notwithstanding.
it’s crazy what you’ll do for a friend - thethirteenthcrow | E, 6k, wip
5 times Ryan summons demon shane to fuck him and make deals with him + 1 time shane summons himself.
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Hey, I just read "the boy next door" by rosegardenlake and I was wondering if there are other fics like that, like a beach!au, small town vibe
For those curious, here is the fic that anon is referring to:
The Boy Next Door - rosegardenlake @whoalookingcooljoker
15k. (Teen)
Keith's having a hard time with the idea of moving. He's going to miss the desert; that's where his heart belongs. Not this, not the ocean. But when he sees the boy next door, friendly smile on his face, holding a surfboard underneath a muscular arm, Keith thinks that will probably help.
In which Shiro has the worst (best) friends and everyone is Keith and Shiro's matchmaker, even Kosmo.
And here’s some more:
And The Other Was Me - Rollingjules
ongoing, 2/? chapters, 11k. (Teen)
Shiro gets a summer job as a live-in lighthouse keeper to support himself between semesters at school. He's looking forward to living in the sleepy coastal town of Marmora, but things don't quite go as he planned. He meets Keith, who's lived in Marmora all his life, but seems to have a number of secrets...
ebb and flow - sinspiration
4k. (Teen) Contains: mentions of drowning
“I’m Shiro," Shiro says with what he hopes is a friendly smile. “I haven’t seen you here before.”
“Keith.” the man says, still looking at Shiro’s feet. Or where they would be, under the waves. “I’m… new.”
That would explain it. “It’s a great stretch of beach,” Shiro offers. “Though the waters can be rough. But if you’re a good swimmer, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble.”
Keith flinches. “I can’t swim.”
Spent Gladiator - Cas_tellations @cas-tellation
22k. (Teen) Contains: graphic depictions of violence, PTSD, panic attacks
This is a story of redemption.
//☆//
“Do you… Do you want to come home, Takashi?”
Home… home is back on the coast, not in some wasteland a million miles away. Maybe he’s not ready to go back yet; he can’t seem to get the blood out from beneath his nails, and sometimes he looks for his gun, tries to grab at his daggers as he jerks awake with a dying scream on his lips.
Home is something different. Home is for people who are good.
Summer Days - nuttinonice @nuttinonice
2k. (Mature)
It's been too long since Keith and Shiro took a vacation. Way too long.
-Cas
#Anonymous#sheith#sheith fanfic#sheith fanfiction#voltron#vld#voltron legendary defender#voltron fanfic#fic rec#recs#beachau
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THE FLANNAN LIGHTHOUSE MISTERY
December 1900. A boat called “ Hesperus” set sail for the island of Eilean Mor. A little island part of a group of seven of the Flannan Isles off the coast of Northwestern Scotland. Captain Harvey was tasked with delivering a lighthouse keeper as part of a regular rotation. The journey was delayed few days because of bad weather conditions and when the captain and the crew arrived, they realized something was wrong. The preparation at the landing dock wasn’t prepared and none of the keepers were there to greet them.
Soon they discovered that the lighthouse keepers were vanished.
Eilean Mor is a very particular island and it has always had the reputation of being haunted. The place was named after St. Flannan, a 6th century Irish bishop who later became a saint. He built a chapel on the island but no one stayed after the sunset, many considered the place having a peculiar aura and an eerie atmosphere. What the Hesperus crew found was very weird: the replacement keeper, Joseph Moore was the first to go investigate. In his statement he underlined the sense of dread as he ascended the cliff toward the lighthouse. The kitchen table inside contained plates of meat, potatoes and pickles, the clock was stopped, a chair was overturned like a person in a hurry to stand up kick it, a lamp was ready for lightening. Two of the three oilskin coats belonging to Thomas Marshall, James Ducat and Donald McArthur were gone.In an entry of the 12th December in the diary of the lighthouse it’s written “ severe winds the likes of which I have never seen before”, there was written that Ducat had been quite and McArthur was crying all day long. The day after another entry in the diary said that they spent the whole day praying while the storm was raging. The last entry is on 15th December reciting “ storm ended, sea calm. God is over all”. But these findings only led to other questions:
- in the lighthouse’s diary in the entry of 13th December was stated that a storm was raging over the island and all the 3 men were praying. There were all three expert seamen with long experience at sea so it was very odd to cry over a storm ( common in the area). The place was strong and freshly built, so it was a safe too. Most important for what concerns the weather conditions, the sea should have been calm. The lighthouse could be seen from the nearby isle of Lewis and no bad weather would have obscured it from view. moreover, there were no reports of storms in the whole area.
- regarding the oil skinned coat in the entrance hall: the weather of course was cold, so a person would have not ventured out in the wind without it but one of the coats was still there. moreover the rules prohibited to leave the lighthouse empty, so why they all three gone outside?
- one of the rescuers noticed ropes strewn all over the rocks, ropes which were usually held in a brown crate 70 feet above the platform on a supply crane. It is thought that the crane dislodged and where the men were trying to fix it a sudden wave washed them out at sea. The explanation didn’t convince the Northern Lighthouse Board. No one of the bodies never washed ashore, and why no one stayed at the lighthouse to keep an eye on it?
During the decades, lighthouse keepers have reported strange voices in the wind. Nowadays it’s still considered an haunted spot.
Source: Keith McCloskey - The Lighthouse, The mystery of the Eilean Mor Lighthouse Keepers
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Chapters: 24/30
Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan, Prince "Charming" James | David Nolan/Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Robin Hood, Baelfire | Neal Cassidy/Emma Swan, Huntsman | Sheriff Graham/Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Milah, Pinocchio | August Booth/Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones & Liam Jones, Captain Hook | Killian Jones & Prince Charming | David Nolan
Characters: Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Prince "Charming" James | David Nolan, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Jiminy Cricket | Archie Hopper, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time), Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time), Roland Hood, Huntsman | Sheriff Graham, Blue Fairy | Mother Superior, Tinker Bell (Once Upon a Time), Pinocchio | August Booth, Geppetto | Marco, Baelfire | Neal Cassidy, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Widow Lucas | Granny, Grumpy | Leroy, George | Albert Spencer, Wizard of Oz | Walsh, Sheriff of Nottingham | Keith, Liam Jones, Milah (Once Upon a Time)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - 19th Century, Angst, Alternate Universe - Jane Eyre Fusion, Romance, Drama, Inspired by Novel, References to Jane Austen, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Young Emma, Young Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Slow Romance, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
CS historical AU (mid-19th century), real world setting, teacher!Emma and artist!Killian.
After years of private tutoring, Emma goes to teach in a village by the sea in a desperate bid to escape her heartbreak and the outside world. She thinks that she'll always be lonely and out of place, but the local lighthouse keeper, a fellow recluse and the town outcast, makes her see that she is right where she belongs.
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Seeing as it’s Mermay, the sea-based au I will probably never get around to writing:
The (probably slightly historical) AU where Keith and Shiro are lighthouse keepers (Keith loves it for the solitude, Shiro uses it to take samples for the Holts), and Lance is some kind of sea creature drawn by the light.
Probably less a mermaid than some kind of sea-serpent with an alternate human form though, because let’s get some actual monstering up in here.
But yeah, they just keep seeing this weird huge silhouette when it’s foggy and they assume they’re seeing things until suddenly they’re not.
#aus I will never write#sea creature AU#mermay related#probably Shklance by the end#it's me#why do I always make Lance the inhuman one?#I think just for the contrast like#yes the cheerful goofy one is in fact a giant sea monster#who really just wants a cuddle
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And The Other Was Me
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WG6UwC
by Rollingjules
Shiro gets a summer job as a live-in lighthouse keeper to support himself between semesters at school. He's looking forward to living in the sleepy coastal town of Marmora, but things don't quite go as he planned. He meets Keith, who's lived in Marmora all his life, but seems to have a number of secrets...
Words: 5245, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron)
Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Keith & Keith's Father (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Mentions of Other Voltron Paladins, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, merman Keith, Mystery, MerMay, MerMay 2019
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WG6UwC
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Marinus AU
Krolia is a selkie, and Keith’s father was a lighthouse keeper. They fell in love (no pelt theft involved) and she lived on land for a while, but returned to the sea after Keith was born.
Keith has no idea he’s part selkie or that the “coat” that he was able to keep after his father was lost to a storm is significant. He mostly stays away from the water after his father’s death, in the harbor town. Lance, Hunk, and Pidge live there, while Shiro’s a sailor on a larger ship that routinely comes and goes from this specific harbor.
Shiro goes missing, the ship is suspected to have wrecked at sea, taking Shiro, Sam and Matt with it, but Keith starts having weird dreams about the sea that convince him Shiro is still alive. With the help of Lance, Hunk, and Pidge, and Lance’s tiny fishing boat, Keith discovers his ability to change forms, and they all start to find out that the sea is very, very occupied. And not everything out there is necessarily friendly.
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Lighthouse
Shiro takes a job as a lighthouse keeper to get away. The Garrison screwed him over -- pilot error -- and he wants to be as far away from them as possible.
So, he moves halfway around the world to a lighthouse in what might well be the middle of nowhere. It's all craggy cliffs, wide-open hills, foamy waves, and endless wind. The closest town is an hour's drive out.
First morning in his new home, still empty because Shiro's whole life fits in a duffel bag now, he finds his way out to the cliffs with a mug in hand. It's cold and windy, and he wishes for more layers. But all that fades away when he sees a guy standing by the rocky cliff edge.
The stranger's shorter than him and slender, with windswept dark hair and piercing eyes. He's dressed in a flannel shirt, and fuck if it doesn't look perfect on his narrow frame. There's a pendant around his neck and a bracelet on one thin wrist.
Shiro's pretty sure he doesn't have any neighbors. There's no one around for miles. That's the whole damn point of coming here.
He practically jogs up to the guy and tries a, "Hello."
The dark-haired, gorgeous man smiles at him, and Shiro's pretty sure his heart's not going to recover.
"I'm sorry if I startled you," Shiro adds because he's not ready to head back yet. "I didn't realize anyone else was out here. Posting made it sound like I'd be alone."
The stranger merely shrugs.
"My name's Shiro. I'm the new lighthouse keeper. As of, uh, today I guess."
The flannel-clad man nods at him and turns to look out at the water. Seagulls scream overhead, and foamy waves crash against the rocks below them.
The lighthouse towers to the right, a permanent fixture of the coastline. A guiding light for lost ships and lost souls. A warning to incoming vessels. A beacon.
"I'm sorry, I don't know your name," the new keeper says, a little more hesitantly now. "I guess I really don't know anyone in town, except a couple of people up at the observatory."
"Keith," says the man beside him in a voice hoarse from disuse.
He's fading even as he speaks.
Shiro can't believe his eyes. He's never met a ghost before, and now he's faced with a situation that defies reality.
Keith turns and walks toward the lighthouse, becoming more see-through with each step. He's gone before he reaches the door.
And Shiro's left standing on that cliff, under a weak, pale sun, alone and out of his depth. Not what he expected coming out here.
Sheep, he was prepared for.
Handsome ghosts, not so much.
The loneliness feels like a heavy weight on his shoulders.
Click on the lighthouse tag to read more of this story. Originally posted on Twitter.
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au where keith is a lighthouse keeper and lance is a mermaid (based on that one lighthouse post you just rb like 2 seconds ago i have so much to do why am i on this hellsite)
this guy gets it
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