Unwavering Devotion // Chap 1
I’m just gonna leave this here, yes, hi, excuse me, bent fic for me to unstress myself and write something silly and simple and trashy, excu se moi.
Nothing much to say? Klance Flower Shop Au ft. Pining Keith, Bad In Comunication Lance and Teasing Older Brother Shiro!
Ps; Sorry if Keith sounds OOC….but I don’t give a shh; this is my playtime fic. A L S O; LONG POST.
Ps.2; Excuse any typos…and stuff. yeah.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.
The lonely half worn out rose lay on the wooden counter.
“Cough, cough.” It says in a high pitched voice, “I’m…I’m dying and I …will never see my beloved one last time.”
Suddenly, from the bottom of the counter, a small bluebell flower pops its head and shakes as it catches the sight of the fallen rose.
“My rose!” It shouts, voice deep and scratchy, “No! Who has done this! I will kill them all! I swear on my tiny life!”
“My bell…” Rose whispers in awe and hope, “My bell, you have come to delight me with your presence in my last seconds in this world, how noble.”
Bell shakes as if in disbelief, “No! Stop talking like that! You will survive! You - You have to –! There must be someth –!”
A sudden sharp agonized shout coming from Rose cuts it off abruptly and Bell watches in horror as another petal is ripped out from its lover.
“No…” Bell whispers terrified, “No!”
“The madman is back.” Rose whispers weakly, trying to rise up from the floor before flopping back limply, “Please….run, before he catches you, it’s too late for me.”
“But –!” Bell tries to protest but a big wide shadow suddenly takes over and both flowers just stay still as the threateningly figure of the pale hand hovers above them dangerously.
“I love you.” Rose whispers softly before the pale hand picks it up and starts pulling out its reminding dark weak petals, no longer holding its vivid red color it once had.
“No!” Bell cries out as it falls to the surface of the counter in defeat, watching in despair as its lover takes its last breath in the hands of a monster, “Goodbye…my rose.”
The nineteen years old jumps in surprise, his dark blue eyes wide in surprise as he drops both flowers in his hands and turns his head to meet his big brother’s unamused eyes.
“Uh…” He says incoherently, wiping the flowers behind his back off the counter to hide his play time, “Yeah, I’m working.”
Shiro snorts. “Sure, buddy. Bell says otherwise.”
Keith looks back at the counter and frowns when he notices that the Bluebell flower is hanging on the edge of it.
“You tattle tale.” He mumbles and Shiro laughs.