but i promised

A snippet of a Klance-ish thing that I might be writing right now with like alien mind-control parasite-eque things.

*flings this into the internet and jumps back into my trash bin*

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“Leave Lance alone. Get the fuck out of him, you piece of—“

Pidge!” He lets out a mocking gasp, a scandalized hand over his chest. “Watch your language, young lady!” Shiro has to hold her back from him by the collar, his eyes steely.

“You heard her.”

“Well, seeing as you asked so nicely—“ He breaks off again, laughing as he ducks to avoid a swing from a fuming Keith. “Okay, now this is just getting irritating. Here, how about I don’t dodge your next blow? Let’s just get this over with. Or you, Pidge, care to use that little bayard of yours on me?”

Silence.

“Go on! Do it! Hurt me, and him along with me. That’s what you’re threatening to do, right?”

Pidge stutters, uncertainty in her gaze.

He smirks. “Exactly. Let’s just end this little charade and acknowledge who’s really in control here, shall we?” He takes a step towards Keith’s blade, smile widening as he pulled it away slightly, the anger on his face being replaced slowly by fear. “I’m as good as untouchable to you in this body, aren’t I, and I’d just hate it if something were to… happen to it.” He traces a fingernail down the veins in Lance’s wrist; Hunk looks sick to his stomach. Lance laughs, throwing his head back in a way that was far too familiar, too friendly, too Lance. Suddenly, he stops, and stares at Shiro like a predator, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Lovely. Let’s have a talk, shall we, fearless leader?”

Through Dangers Untold ch 1 (Elucien Labyrinth AU)

Elain has made a grave mistake and wished her sisters away to the dangerous realm of the goblins. To get them back, she’ll have to navigate a maddening labyrinth—and go toe-to-toe with its powerful, enigmatic ruler. Elain finds herself drawn to the red-haired Goblin King, but is he the tragic, lovesick prince from her mother’s stories, or a wicked faerie who’s only toying with her?

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Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

Their mother did not spend a great deal of time with the Archeron sisters, even before she died. Their father was in charge of their education, and he passed it on to a rotating series of tutors; the nanny minded them at play, the cooks fed them, the dogs cuddled with them when they were upset.

But mama Archeron did one thing, often in her elaborate party dresses, putting them to bed while her guests laughed and drank downstairs: she told stories. Elain remembers them well, remembers how often little Feyre fell asleep halfway through, how Nesta would sulk and declare that she didn’t need stories, she was too old for them, and would end up listening raptly by the end anyway.

She remembers one story best of all, would request it over and over again.

“The Goblin King,” her mother says, her beautiful painted mouth tugging into a smile. “Was one of the High Fae, a very long time ago.”

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Part Two: The Watch

I LIVE. Welcome back to mediocre attempts at semi-longform fic, please don’t kill me. This is way too bad to have taken three and a half months wow.



2068 – ZÜRICH

“And you can’t work on it here?”

You rolled your eyes, but chuckled fondly, as Gabriel watched you pace back and forth across the room, packing. You threw a shirt at his head which he caught and threw back at you. Eventually, he pushed off from the doorway and walked over to you as you folded the aforementioned shirt. His arms wrapped around your midsection and he leaned in to press his face against yours, causing you to shy away from his kisses so you could focus on organizing your belongings.

“Our labs here are good, but the one in Iceland is more specially designed for this particular work.” You turned in his arms, tapping your finger to his nose. “And I’ll be able to avoid being underfoot that way.”

“You’re sure you couldn’t have picked one closer?”

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