I got inspired by this post so I wrote a latte fic.
Matt was still adjusting to the castle. The rebels had been somewhat of an" every person lives in a small ship" group. The immense size of the castle kept throwing him off, but not enough for him not to notice the Blue Paladin. Matt had been a little starstruck when he had gotten a good look at Lance. That boy was an excellent specimen of the human race. Clear bronze skin, dark blue eyes that shone, tall, and the body of a swimmer with broad shoulders. At first, it had been a purely physical attraction; over time Matt had noticed Lance’s personality. With a joke or pick-up line, he could easily break the tension. Lance was also loyal to a fault, which drove the Galra crazy. Lance was sort of like a puppy in Matt’s mind. Then came the pining; eventually, it had worked out into a relationship when Lance revealed he wanted to be more than friends, which Matt kept under wraps while working with everyone. Speaking of that, working with the Paladins was very hard. Allura was a hard head and continuously pushed them all to their limits. Shiro would never talk to anyone about the battle plans, that was a sore point between Matt, Lance, and Shiro. Keith ran headlong into the fray or was in the training deck all the time, often he ended up in the pods. Matt had caught Hunk more than once in someone’s quarters going through things. Katie or Pidge had turned into a computer addicted gremlin. Matt had noticed her asleep in random areas of the castle. Coran more than once had said, “That is not how a paladin…” Honestly, if Lance had not been there, Matt would’ve left a long time ago. Even though Matt loved Katie and was friends with Shiro, they were getting on his nerves. Today had been no different. Shiro had proposed a plan to sneak onto one of the prisoner ships when Lance had pointed out that there was a fault. Shiro had snapped, and Lance backed off. Matt felt somewhat bad, and he walked over. “Shiro, I agree with Lance. We need someone better at stealth other than Keith to get past the personal guards.” Shiro did not take it well which was apparent when he answered, “We have no one else, and Keith is great at stealth.” He walked away, Lance looked heartbroken at being brushed off again, which of course Matt would not take. “Shiro!” Shiro was met with the full force of Matt’s anger, which he apparently is surprised by. “I know Keith is your brother, but that does not mean you can show him any special treatment!” Shiro was floored that someone was calling him out. As was everyone else. Matt kept going, his pent up frustration was coming lose in a stream of words. “I have been on this ship for two months, and I would have left a long time ago if not for Lance! All of you are so bullheaded and stubborn and can’t figure out when not to push someone! Lance, he’s been trying his damned hardest as have all of you, but none of you are handling it well! Shiro, you don’t talk at all. Coran, you talk too much and can’t figure out these are not the paladins of old. Allura needs not push people so hard we are only kids. Katie keeps snapping and is always on the computer. Hunk needs to learn to give people some privacy. Keith, you can’t rush in all the time or train till you fall over. Lance, you’re too damn loyal and need to actually express your feelings not just put up a facade.” The team stood stock still each a little bit upset but knowing every word of it was true. “Hold up, what do you mean Lance putting up a facade,” queried Keith. Matt let out a strangled laugh,“Are you really so blind?” The silence was the only answer needed. Matt seemed to take it as an insult, “You mean to tell me you never once noticed his self-hatred at all!?” Metaphorical crickets chirped in the background. “That’s it,” he marched over to Lance and shouted over his shoulder as they left,“ I want explanations tomorrow and so help me God if they are not satisfactory there will be hell to pay got it!?” Matt dragged Lance to his room and waited outside while Lance changed into his pajamas. Matt quietly pulled Lance into a hug as the taller boy finally broke. Quietly, they lay together as Matt whispered all the things he loved about Lance. It would not be easy, and the insecurities would never be truly gone, but as long as Matt was there, he would do his best to drown them out with positives.
FINALLY OMG ????????????? holy hell sis it’s been a WEEK i’m sorry this is so late work has been giving me double shift after double shift and it’s exhausting and horrible but this is finally here and it’s fucking FILLED with connor and alana and i’m so terrible and this is so out of character it’s 4am i am ready to Die but anyways !! i love u so much thank u for all ur support always let’s pls hold hands sometime soon
summary: gotta give ur speech about connor!!!!!!! im Bad at summaries we all know this by now word count: 4.2k+ and i wanted to write more but it was just sO LONG warnings: lots of commas??? the word “smile” and “grin” used WAY too much. being worried. cute boys. swimming in sunshine. hOMEWORK. no proof reading. out of character. CONNOR X ALANA. im bad at this let’s just move on
this is very out of character but i love u pls pls enjoy *kisses 4 u
You were worried. You didn’t really know why, but something in your heart was worried, something in your ribs ached.
You glanced at the clock, oblivious to the person who was currently up at the front of the class giving a badly written speech about their partner. There was only a few minutes in class left. You glanced at the door for the hundredth time that period, anxiously unfolding and refolding the speech you’d already given about your speech partner. The partner who should’ve been sitting next to you. The partner who should’ve given his speech by now. But he wasn’t here.
“Adam?” You called as your hand gently knocked on his bedroom door, your head close to the crack as you tried to listen for him. “Are you alright?”
“I…I’m not going!” His panicked voice could be heard from inside, and judging by the volume you could tell he was close by.
“What do you mean? It’s your birthday celebration, your mother has had everything planned for weeks!” You exclaimed, trying to understand why the little prince didn’t want to go to his own ball.
“I look absolutely ridiculous!” He whined.
“Oh it can’t be that bad, come on out and let me see.” You ordered, stepping back so as to avoided getting knocked over.
And a smart move on your part because not a minute later the large wooden door swung open, and you could see the little boy pouting with his arms crossed.
Adam’s face was caked with white powder, blocking out all the lively color from his face. You could see two bright circles of pink colored rouge spread all over his cheeks, along with various drawn in beauty marks.
His coat was bright blue and adorned with intertwining patterns all over it and a matching waistcoat, his cravet had several layers of ruffles and you thought his chin might disappear.
But the pièce de résistance was the powdered wig resting on his head. It had several curls along the sides of his face and a small bump at the front of his head.
“Why is it so itchy?” Adam asked as his hand went behind his head to scratch at his neck. “It feels like it’s going to fall of my head.”
You couldn’t help but snort. “Wait till you see your mother’s,” You told him, walking up to brush down his coat. “Now what is all the fuss about?”
“I feel stupid, why can’t I wear my normal clothes?” He asked, as if he didn’t already know the answer.
“It’s your birthday celebration, the entire court has arrived to celebrate!” You said, fixing the ribbon at the back of his wig. “After all, you only turn ten once.”
Adam squirmed out of your hold and turned away from you. “I don’t care, I’m not going.”
You had to hold back the groan as you tried to find a way to reason with him. “Oh come on, you’re parents would be so upset if you weren’t to show up, I can almost hear your mother crying now.”
He turned his head to look over his shoulder. “Really?”
You met his eye and silently nodded your head. “It would break her heart.”
You heard Adam sigh and you thought it was the end of it until he suddenly grabbed onto your hands.
“But you will dance with me won’t you?” He asked with wide eyes and a smile.
“Oh, I can’t go.” You told him, watching the smile slide off his face as his brows knitted together.
“Well, why not?” He demanded. “Your father will be there.”
“My father’s a musician, he’s permitted to be there. I’m not allowed to be among the rest of the court, it wouldn’t be proper.”
“I’m not going unless you are too.” Adam said, folding his arms again.
Deciding there was no other way, you rolled your eyes and groaned. “Fine! But you have to make your entrance on your own. Then you can explain to your father why I’m there.”
The bright smile returned to his face as he took your hand again. “Okay, but you have to promise not to leave me alone.”
“Of course, I’d never.”
You slowly undid the ribbon from your bonnet as you sunk down onto the floor, leaning your back against Prince Adam’s door. “Adam…are you in there?”
As expected, you greeting silence, something that lingered around the entire castle. The sky was gray to match the mood, and rain pounded against the windows.
Regardless, you knew he was in there.
“Please talk to me,” You said, turning your head so your ear was pressed against the wood. “Your mother wouldn’t want to see you like this.”
Losing the Queen was the most tragic thing to happen to the castle. Everyone felt the great sense of greif and tragedy that came with the news of her death.
But no one felt it has hard as Prince Adam.
You sniffled and rubbed at your eyes with your sleeves. “Hey, remember your birthday? You made me promise not to leave you alone? I intend to keep it.”
Your eyes snapped open as your whole frame jolted forward, but a pair of arms stopped you from going to far.
Once your eyes recovered from their sleepy haze you were met with the face of Lumiere.
“Why are you asleep in front of the Prince’s door?” He asked as he picked up your bonnet and handed it too you.
You slowly nodded. “I told him I wouldn’t leave him.”
Lumiere smiled softly as he looked up at the door. “These kind of things take time, I think for now it would be best if we left our Prince alone, at least for now.”
You looked down at your hat. “Do you think that will help him?”
“At least for tonight, we can check on him together tomorrow.” He said, tapping the end of your now.
“For now,” He started as he lifted you up into his arms. “Let’s get you to bed.”
You silently pulled on the skirts of your dress as you walked the usual route to the Prince’s chambers, Mrs. Potts was following along beside you looking just as solemn.
You’re eyes landed on the familiar door and you reached out to knock it. “The court awaits you, Prince Adam.” You said with a blank tone.
“Just a moment!” You heard Cogsworth call out.
Your hands folded infront of you as you waited for the door to open, moving whenever it did to allow the company to exit the room.
You and Mrs. Potts both curtsied whenever the Prince came out of his room, however you kept your gaze focused on the carpeting.
“Good evening, (Y/n).” You heard him say to you.
Mrs. Potts gently tapped the lower part of your back and instantly you met his gaze, forcing a small smile at him. “A very good evening indeed, Prince Adam.”
You absolutely hated the kind of person your prince had grown into, the rest of the household felt in your pain, but you had grown up with him. And to see him as the vain and selfish person he turned into was enough to make you distance yourself from him.
Lumiere and Cogsworth followed after, and along with Mrs. Potts they started off the ballroom.
You made way to follow but Adam held you back, a confused expression on his face.
“Is something troubling you?”
It a took a bit of effort to hold back the scoff, but then again you weren’t surprised. He was never expected to apologize for anything, so rarely ever realize when something was wrong with those around him.
“Nothing, my prince.” You said as you looked him in the eye again. “Just tired is all.”
Prince Adam nodded before holding his arm out to you. “Accompany me?”
You slowly interlocked your arm with his. “If that’s what you wish.”
“I know this ball is intended for me to choose a wife, but I really don’t have those plans in mind just yet. Would you mind staying close by to me during the night so I have a quick get away?”
You turned your head slightly to look at him with a nod. “I made you a promise didn’t I?”
You were abruptly awoken from your sleep by a light knocking on your door. It took a few moments for you to truly work up the energy to pull yourself from your bed to answer it.
The plan was great expect the moment you stood on your legs you had to fall backwards onto the mattress.
During the ten year curse you were stuck as a painting aisle in the main drawing room. You had made wonderful friends with Belle while she was in the castle, often being the one she vented too when her relationship with Adam was becoming too much.
And you were much grieved to see her go after the curse was broken, but you knew all about her dream to travel the world and go on adventures. Something living in a grand castle as a Queen couldn’t really give her.
Pushing yourself up again and holding your arms to steady yourself you immediately went to answer whoever was visiting you so late into the night.
Upon opening it you had to restrain yourself from jumping back whenever you came face to face with the Prince himself.
“Adam?” You asked, opening the door fully. “What are you doing here?”
It had been several weeks since the spell was broken, but seeing his normal face again was something that still managed to surprise you.
Regardless of his previous deposition, you still found him remarkably handsome.
He was in his nightshirt, though the ends were tucked into a dark pair of trousers. And his long hair was brushed back at the front, telling you he had been running his hands through it a great deal.
“I’m having a rather hard time sleeping,” He told you quietly, his eyes focused solely on his fidgety hands. “And this thunderstorm really isn’t doing much to help,” He said with an breathy laugh.
Finally, his eyes met yours, and you saw the true fatigue swimming at the brims of them. “Would you mind if I stayed in here with you?” Adam asked as he looked up. “I remember whenever my mother passed away, I used to have a lot of night terrors and talking with you always helped me feel better.”
You were perplexed for a few moments, it had been years since even came to your door let alone asked to stay the night and talk.
“Of course, come on in,” You told him as you made to retrieve him a blanket. “You must be freezing walking around like that, it gets so drafty in the castle during storms,” You tossed your warmest blanket around his shoulders. “Here, I’ll light the fireplace and-”
Adam stopped your talking whenever he placed his hands in yours. “Slow down for a second, and relax,” He told you, taking the blanket and placing it on you instead. “I’ll light the fire for you.”
You silently agreed and sat down on one of the armchairs sat closet to the fire, watching as the warm glow from the fireplace lit up the room.
“What’s been keeping you up?”
Adam sat back and kept his gaze away from you. “Lots of things going on in my head at the moment,” He said quietly. “Mostly how awful I treated throughout all of this.”
“Oh, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle-”
“But that’s not the point,” He cut you off as he turned to face you. “You I still can’t understand how you found it in yourself to still be a good friend to me whenever I was so horrible to you,” He stopped for a moment as he recollected his thoughts. “You were always there for me, just like you promised.”
“Well, I’d really be lying if I said there weren’t times I wanted to scream at you in frustration or throw a few things in the direction of your face.”
Adam broke out in a chuckle. “I’m rather glad you chose not too,” His head tilted slightly as he continued to look at you. “Now that things are back to normal I want to be the one that’s there for you when you need me. I’d like for us to become close again.”
You smiled at him. “I’d like that too.”
Adam reached up and grasped your hand in his. “It’s a promise.”
ok but like i feel like tom would be so distracting to be around when you’re trying to get stuff done. like you’re trying to get homework done for your class that starts in a half an hour bc you were a little busy last night ;) and you have your laptop on your legs and he’s trying to get your attention by kicking your legs a little bit. and when you tell him to stop he pouts and moves to lay next to you and puts his head on your shoulder, pressing kisses to your neck. “c'mon babe, you can just skip class today and turn that in later.” bc he’s selfish and needy and wants you to stay with him, but he made the same argument the day before and you gave in, so you had to go to class today and he’s really sad and he wallows around the bed while you try and focus on your essay. eventually you give in and stay bc who can resist tom’s puppy dog eyes?
The sun shone brightly through soft drapes, bathing the room in light, landing on the two sleeping figures. The brunette grumbled slightly, turning to bury her head in the crook of her partners neck when a stray beam caught her eye. A chuckle rumbled through her bedmates chest, causing her to peek open her eyes, pupils slit.
“I find nothing funny about this.” Blake grumbled sleepily, attempting to return to sleep. A warm metallic hand ran through her hair, making her grumble cut off into a pleased purr as she arched into the touch. “Playing dirty yang.” She mumbled, voice slightly muffled as she spoke them into her Yang’s neck. Yang, ever the morning person, simply let out a pleased chuckle as she stood to stretch.
“Up and at ‘em Blake,” She crowed cheerfully, rolling out of bed. Letting out one final groan, Blake followed her partners lead, stumbling out of bed into their bathroom. After exchanging a quick kiss(meaning yang sticking her tongue down her throat), the faunus headed towards their kitchen to prepare breakfast for her small family. A small smile spread across her face when the thought of their newest edition.
After the final battle for Beacon, they had bought a small house in Patch, both because it was familiar to Yang, who wanted to stay close to her sister, and because it was more convenient for the two huntresses to start a new life. Blake shook her head, still not believing how lucky she was to even have her own life. The day Yang came to her with news on how they could expand their family-a child of their own- caused tears to fill her eyes.
9 months later, a little dust science and -poof!
Little Jin Xio-Long was born.
5 years had past since that day, and Blake wondered how she ever lived without her daughter in her life. The little faunus was the perfect mixture of both her parents- with long, untamable blond hair, velvety soft black kitten ears, and golden eyes that sparkled micheveously when she was up to no good. She had a taste for getting into trouble with Yang, often causing Blake to step in before the two blonds caused to much destruction.
“Mommy?”. Speak of the devil.
The sound of little feet shuffling towards the kitchen caused the faunus to turn, gathering the small child into her waiting arms. She nuzzled her gently, pressing a kiss to warm skin. Jin yawned, flashing her little fangs as she nuzzled her mother back, still fighting of sleep.
“Where’s mama?” She asked, rubbing a tiny fist into her eye.
“Right here kitten.” Yang responded, chuckling when her daughter chased off all traces of her sleepyness, launching herself into her arms. A little happy purr erupted from Jins chest as she wiggled in her mama’s arms, causing a warmth to bloom in Blakes chest as she watched the scene. Although Jin loved both her parents, she adored Yang in every way, and vice versa. The two were always together, from watching cartoons on the TV(Blake was pretty sure Yang liked the shows more than their daughter), to playing hide-and-seek outside. Jins favorite thing to do was curl into Yang on the couch, quickly lulled to sleep under the blonde’s unatural warmth that radiated from her continously.
Snorting near silently, Blake finished making her breakfast, and turned to lock eyes with her partner, whose rose an eyebrow in question.
“You gonna share, doll?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows as she jostled Jin, who squealed happily in her arms. “Lot of food there for one person,” She turned to the child in her arms, shaking her lightly,
“Right!” Jin giggled “Food Mommy!”
“Of course,” Blake sighed, feigning sadness, “I guess I can spare some breakfast in exchange for some coach cuddles.”
A loud cheer rose from both blondes, before Blake was being ushered onto the sofa, plate still in hand, while Yang dived towards the TV. While she was busy finding a movie, Jin settled herself next to the faunus, successfully burrowing herself into her mothers side. Blake was pretty sure a crowbar wouldn’t be enough to move the child from her spot. The couch dipped slightly as Yang settled into Jins other side, effectively encasing the child from both sides, just the way she liked it. It made her feel protected, surrounded by both her parents.
As Yang to reached behind them to dim the lights, Blake had a sense of peace fall over her. With Yang’s warm metal arm resting behind her neck protectively, and Jins quiet purrs filling her ears as she stole pieces of bacon off her plate, she knew several things.
I am the person who will hate you.
I am the end.
I am the one who dies when nobody is paying attention to the movie.
I am the girl who leaves without a goodbye.
I am the disaster.
I am the end.
I am the guy in the corner at a party.
I am the one in the back of the class.
I am the person who leaves when nobody is watching.
I am the girl without a smile on her face.
I am the silence before the storm.
I am the one nobody is noticing.
I am the end.
I am me.
I am the death.
I am everything.
I am nothing.
I am what you are not aware of.
I am what you are afraid of.