The message arrives in her inbox six months to the day after Sherrinford.
As soon as she sees the sender Molly stops. Stares. She bites her lip and tells herself that Mary’s email has simply been hacked, that’s why she’s getting a message from a dead woman’s account.
Deep down, however, Molly knows that that’s not true.
For she doubts- knowing what she does now- that John’s wife would be lax enough to leave behind an easily-hacked email address. As Sherlock had pointed out once (while deeply upset and drunk), Mary had been a former super-assassin with a terrifying skill-set: Basic IT would have been second nature to her.
And that being the case, Molly tells herself, it’s highly likely that the message in her inbox is real. Given that she’s Rosie’s godmother, she should probably open the email and see what it says.
It’s the least she can do.
Quickly, decisively, Molly clicks on the email before she can change her mind, or stop to wonder why this is making her feel so unsettled. To her surprise, when the mail opens up there’s a link inside which she clicks on, one which takes her directly to Mary’s cloud account and into an mp4 file.
She bites nervously at her lip as she waits for the file to load.
A request for a password to view the file appears, and after a moment’s thought she types in Rosie.
#18 “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” connorxevan :)
RAE YOU KNOW HOW TO PULL AT MY HEART STRINGS YOU SHOULD BE SLEEPING BUT I AM STILL DOING THIS FOR YOU
my my my my my boys!!
Evan fell asleep easily. It took them a month or so of dating to get to the point where they were comfortable enough with each other to cuddle, but the first time they did, Evan fell asleep almost the second he curled up against Connor. Over time Connor came to realize that literally any time that Evan was laying down next to something warm, or with a blanket on top of him, he was in danger of falling asleep. Connor was never annoyed by it, he found it endearing. Evan was constantly anxious in his waking life, but sleeping was one of the few times that he looked completely at peace. Connor cherished these moments.
Evan was a totally still sleeper. Once he was in a comfortable position, he wouldn’t move. Much to Connor’s dismay, he wasn’t much of a sleep talker as well (Connor had hoped for Evan to say something cute or funny). Evan would just lay there until he woke up. Sometimes it would seem like he wasn’t even breathing, scaring Connor half to death.
Evan would always wake up and apologize for falling asleep but Connor would brush off the apologies before pulling Evan closer.
Right now, the sun was warm, and Connor for a split second regretted laying out here. All it took was one look at his (sleeping) boyfriend for the heat from the sun to become irrelevant. Evan’s legs were tangled up with Connor’s which was kind of risky seeing how they were on a hammock.
Evan mumbled under his breath and shifted slightly, letting out a puff of air. Connor now recognized these signs as Evan waking up. Right on cue, Evan groaned, and moved his body, rocking the hammock. He opened his eyes sleepily and looked at Evan.
“What ya lookin’ at?” Evan’s voice was heavy with sleep. His cheeks were a rosy pink, and his hair was a complete mess. Connor smirked at his boyfriend.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Connor said. Evan blinked at him a few times, his sleepy mind still processing the words. He then blushed even more and buried his head in the crook of Connor’s neck. Connor laughed, and rubbed his boyfriend’s back. All of their movement was shaking the hammock that was already small to begin with, so when Evan moved up to kiss Connor, the hammock tipped over.
The two boys laughed when they hit the ground, the now empty hammock swinging above them.
“I love you,” Evan whispered. Connor gazed back at Evan, and knew for sure that he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Congrats on the milestone!!!!! For the headcanon how about where your trying to take care of everything and everyone but it's all starting to become to much and you're on the verge of a mental breakdown and then how your brother's make you feel better. hope that makes sense. again congratulation!!!!
Thank you so much!!! <3
- Everything is coming crashing down.
- Sam is still dealing with the consequences of the trials. He’s still weak, still healing. After all, he almost died.
- Dean has the mark of Cain. It’s twisting him, forcing him to become someone else. Everybody knows it, including him.
- Meanwhile, Castiel’s human, and Kevin’s dead.
- And now you are coming crashing down. Or that’s how it feels like.
- You try to pull yourself together. Pushing your feelings away.
- You’ve always looked out for your brothers, and your friends too for that matter. It’s what you want to do, what you’re good at. Helping people. Or at least that’s what you thought up until now.
- But, you’re determined to get things straight. You are going to fix this.
- So you take care of Sam, even if he insists he can do so himself. And you talk to Dean, even if he pushes you away, trying to keep him from spiraling into his own darkness, because he’s about to.
- But you’re just so tired. Tired of living in constant fear. Tired of feeling useless, because you can’t seem to fix things. And that does things to a person.
- You constantly feel like you’re about to cry, feeling that pressure over your chest and lump in your throat. But you keep pushing it away.
- But then one day, when you accidentally drops a glass and it smashes against the floor of the bunker, you just have to sit down. Your hands shake, your knees feel weak and your just about completely lose it.
- That’s when your brothers come running into the large hall, expecting you to have been kidnapped or something. But they find you sitting on the floor, hiding your face. “Y/N?”
- Sam hurries over and hugs you close, putting his chin on top of yours, as you snuggle into him. You don’t have to explain, he just knows. Dean’s hesitant, but comes over too.
- “Y/N, we love you for doing so much for us. But you need to start taking care of yourself too. Taking care of yourself takes care of more than yourself.”
- You nodding. Them talking you into resting.
- Sam checking on you, Dean goes off to buy your favorite food for dinner.
- You all taking it easy for a few days. You all need to rest up.
- Them being more affectionate and telling you how much you matter. All to show their love and appreciation for you, while they try to take as much care of you as you’ve done recently for them.
Request:“Cute imagine idea: Tyler playing ukulele for your pet“
(A/N): Simple but effective. I like your thinking, thank you for submitting x (Y/F/N) stands for (Your/Full/Name)
It‘s not an usual thing to come back home from work to your boyfriend sitting on the floor, with his ukulele in his hands and your little kitten across from him, attentively listening to every word that‘s coming out of his mouth. The two of them are on the marble floor even though they‘re surrounded by couches and chairs. It‘s not normal but the again, it‘s not odd. Actually, the situation seems utterly pure. They probably didn‘t hear you entering the house, so neither of them pays attention to your presence. Just when you were about to say set a foot into the living room, Tyler speaks up so you stop in your tracks.
9S stares at the soft, pink ribbon sitting in the palm of his hand. He’s… not sure what to make of it, really. Not sure what to think of the ribbon, or of any of this. Had they really just guided a lost machine back to her home? A lost little girl back to her worried older sister? No, that didn’t make any sense–that machine wasn’t a lost little girl, and it certainly didn’t have a sister. He remembers suddenly the machine he’d been watching so long ago, back at the Abandoned Factory;
“Doesn’t matter how much oil you give him, little guy. You can’t make a machine your brother.”
Now he’s beginning to seriously question that. Machines are… were the enemy. They shouldn’t have been able to form familial bonds. Brothers and sisters… that was a concept machines weren’t supposed to be able to fathom. Just being built in the same factory didn’t make you family, after all. For androids or machines…
… Still. The older sister machine had been so worried, her voice so genuinely laced with panic. “Please,” she’d begged them. “Please bring my little sister back.”
“She’s such a sweet little girl.”
It was obvious that she… really cared about her. Now 9S can hear the little sister machine’s voice so clearly in his head; the pure, childish innocence with which she asked him question after question. “Hey, mister,” she’d said. “How do you make children?” God, that was tough to answer. He still can’t believe 2B left him for dead on that one.
Wait, why had he even humored her by answering in the first place?
Now 2B leans over a little bit, peering over his shoulder at the ribbon he holds in his hand. 9S sighs, feeling a little flustered. He doesn’t know how to deal with all this, and he feels exhausted to say the least after trying to explain the mysteries of the universe to that little girl. “Why’d she give me the ribbon and not you?” he asks finally.
He doesn’t really expect an answer, but 2B’s lips quirk upwards just the slightest bit. “Maybe she thought it’d look better on you,” she says. Then, after a beat, adds, “You should wear it.” Her voice doesn’t change much from its usual flat tone, but 9S does detect just a hint of teasing. He blinks at her through his visor.
“Come on, Nines,” he imagines her saying. “Just try it on.” Suddenly, he feels his ears heat up a bit. He averts his eyes.
“Uh, why would I do that?” There’s no practical use to the bow, after all. In fact, it’d probably just get in the way of combat. And besides, if that was what the little sister machine thought then she was mistaken. Trying hard to cover up his embarrassment, 9S fumbles to come up with some excuse better than just, ‘It’s impractical.’ That was something 2B would say–not him.
“Why don’t you wear it, 2B?” he offers finally. “I think it’d look really cute on you!” Well, he’s not lying. He holds it out to her with a positively beaming smile, but of course it doesn’t work.
She snorts at him, which is about the response he was expecting. “Yeah, no. I’m good.” Crossing her arms over her chest, 2B turns away slightly. “Let’s get back to camp.”
9S chuckles. Of course. 2B always was one to try to end the conversation as soon as it became about her, but he decides not to push her… for now. “Roger that,” he agrees. He’d just been trying to bullshit an excuse when he told the little girl that it was getting late, but now he really is exhausted. Their little quarters back at camp have never seemed so welcoming.
His eyes flicker down to the pink ribbon one more time, though, and he grasps it firmly as a desert wind threatens to blow it away.
Well… There’s no harm in holding onto it.
Machines were the enemy, but… now 9S isn’t so sure. There’s no reason to fight if they’re not hostile, right? He imagines the little sister machine before they found her; cowering, scared, alone. There’s an odd feeling tugging at his chest–something that 9S can’t quite place. Frowning, he wraps up the ribbon and tucks it safely into his knapsack.
The next time they visit Pascal’s village, though, it’s fixed firmly to the top of his head.
that driving/walking to school when its freezing prompt w evan/connor! evan's the driver and connor is super stubborn and refuses to get in the car but evan finally bribes him to. when connor gets in, evan starts driving and he's literally the slowest, most careful driver ever and connors like jfc dude stop driving 25 in a 30. at least fucking go 40! (bc connor drives like double the speed limit at all times). feel free to pick and choose what you want from this idea!
Full prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU
Hmmm should we call this fic “the time that evan drives just like em”? Nah haha
And i changed the prompt slightly, they are going home from school :)))))))))))
(side note i have a thing for connor cursing all of the time like every thought has a curse in it and im so sorry for this)
It was fucking cold. Connor pulled his hoodie around himself tighter. It wasn’t providing much warmth. Walking the two miles home from school was usually a treacherous walk, but in the dead of winter it felt nearly impossible. It wasn’t snowing at the moment, but there was still grey slush that was currently seeping into Connor’s shoes. Fuck. It was cold. Connor could practically imagine Zoe driving in her car, warm and having fun. Fuck her. No, not really, but Connor would hold this grudge for hopefully the rest of his life.
Zoe deemed it more necessary to drive her girlfriend around and make out with her in some parking lot than to drive her own brother home. In the snow. Family was real important in the Murphy family.
A car that was way too close to the curb drove by, making even more slush spray all over Connor. How fucking perfect.
In short, this has not been a good day.
A car honked next to him, startling Connor out of his thoughts. A old Mazda sedan, the ugliest shade of green he had ever seen was pulling over. Connor gripped the sleeves of his hoodie tighter. Is this some rapist coming to kill me? Is this it?
The window rolled down, revealing the driver. Connor let out a sigh of relief- he wasn’t going to get raped and killed. It was Evan Hansen.
Evan leaned across his seat.
“You need a ride?” That was a dumb question. Here Connor was, soaked with slush, and freezing his ass off, and Evan comes and asks him if he needs a ride?
“Hell no.” Evan frowned, obviously not expecting that answer. Connor almost laughed at the comical look on Evan’s face.
“Why not? You look miserable out there.” Evan finally said, his voice sounding uncertain.
“That is very true, my friend.” Connor was angry at the world, and he was taking it out on Evan. The boy didn’t seem to have realized this yet.
“So-” Evan made the word much longer than it needed to be. “Why don’t you just get into the car? It’s much warmer in here.”
“Cause I don’t want too. Plus, you probably have crap music in there.” Connor did in fact want to get into the car, but he was stubborn. Part of him wanted Evan to force him into the car, because then Evan would have to get out of the car, and Evan had a cute butt.
So what? Connor thought that Evan was cute. Really cute.
Evan squinted his eyes at the taller boy, and it was then that Connor realized that he was inching closer and closer to the car, and he was standing right outside of the door at this point.
“What type of music do you like?” Connor had lost track of the conversation when he was thinking about Evan’s butt.
“What?” He responded stupidly.
“What type of music do you like? I might have some CD or something in here.” Evan leaned across the center console and opened up the compartment in front of the passenger seat. Connor wasn’t that surprised when nothing fell out- everything about the car was neat and tidy. Evan pulled out a CD carrier and held it out. “If you see something you like in there, get in the car.” Connor thought about it for a few moments. Evan’s arm shook from holding the heavy case with one hand. After a few painful seconds, Connor took the case.
Connor flipped through it, surprised by what he found. Alanis Morissette, Weezer, Nirvana, pretty much a bunch of 90s rock music. Exactly what he didn’t expect from Evan. Connor located one of his favorite Green Day albums and got in the car. Evan smiled at Connor while Connor put his seatbelt on, and grabbed the CD carrier back.
“Who did you choose?”
“Green Day. Dookie.”
Evan silently put in the CD and started the car up again. They sat in silence while Evan pulled out of the side of the road. It took approximately ten seconds for Connor to get annoyed again.
“You drive like a old man.” He commented. Evan quickly looked at Connor, but then back at the road.
“What do you mean?”
“Evan, the speed limit is 30. You are going 15. Please, for the love of god, go faster.” Connor said, starting to bop his head to the music.
“How fast would you go in a situation like this?”
“Probably 45.” Connor responded confidently, enjoying the look of shock on Evan’s face.
“That is triple what I am going!” Evan cried out, slowing down even more. Thank god no one was behind them.
“You are right, my grandfather drives faster than you.” Evan glared at him.
“I am giving you a ride, but I am not afraid to shove you to the curve again.”
“That wouldn’t be necessary, Evan.” Connor said, grinning. “This is my house.” Evan stopped suddenly, jerking the car. Connor unbuckled his seat belt, leaned across the center console, and gave Evan a kiss on the cheek. “See you tomorrow at the end of school! Keep the CD in there!”
Connor jumped out of the car, laughing to himself as he saw Evan blush and fluster. As he walked towards his house, he heard Evan start to drive away at what seemed to be the slowest speed possible. Connor turned around and waved one last time before going into his house.
This is dedicated to @connorxxmurphy and her wonderful cake! This is for you!
Evan hummed to himself as he stirred the cake batter. Soft instrumental music played in the background as the oven beeped, signifying that it was preheated.
Evan was making a cake for his boyfriend. Ever since he was little, Evan has always enjoyed baking, but now he had a reason to make a birthday cake for someone!
“How are you doing, Hon?” Heidi poked her head into the kitchen. Evan smiled warmly at her, and started to pour the batter into the pan.
“Good, Mom. It should be ready around 6, and Con and I are having a date here at 7.” He said. Heidi beamed.
“I will get out of the house by then, in that case, don’t want to ruin a special birthday date!” Heidi walked over to her son and rubbed his arms. “Do you have anything else planned for tonight?”
“Yup. Ordering pizza, and I have his favorite movie. For a gift, I got him a new hoodie, and the cake.”
“Aw, Evan, you are the sweetest boyfriend. Connor is going to love it.” Heidi gave Evan a small kiss on the cheek, one last arm squeeze, and walked out of the kitchen. Evan put the pan full of cake batter in the oven, and set the timer.
As he started to make the frosting, Evan let his thoughts travel. Connor and Evan had been dating for about five months now, every day better than the last, but this was the first birthday they had spent together. Evan wanted it to be perfect, and the one thing he knew for sure that he could make perfectly was cake. He hoped that Connor liked his new hoodie as well. Evan has been guilty of stealing a few (or more) of his boyfriend’s hoodies, but he couldn’t help it! All of his hoodies were constantly warm and smelled like Connor.
Evan finished the frosting (It was a regular green frosting with a hint of a mint taste) and set it to the side. The cake still have 10 minutes to bake, so texting Connor seemed like the most attractive idea right now.
Evan: hey connor!
Evan: how does it feel to be an old man now? youre officially 18!!
Connor: i kinda want to take a nap
Evan: con… its 5:30 in the evening, plus we have our special birthday date at 7… pls dont sleep
Connor: bah humbug
Evan: babe…. Thats christmas
Connor: what are you up to?
Evan: stuff hbu
Connor: very specific
Evan: shut up
Connor: im gonna take a shower i will text you when im on my way to your house
Evan: okie dokie!! See you soon!!
Evan put down his phone. There was a few more minutes on the cake, so Evan pulled out the rest of his supplies. He would need to wait for the cake to cool before frosting, but Evan was always impatient when it came to baking.
A mint bar, some sprinkles and more green food dye. Connor liked mint, so Evan couldn’t help but go all out for his boyfriend.
An hour later, everything was set up. The cake was frosted, and was sitting in the fridge (to hide from Connor). Evan had ordered the pizza, and it should arrive around the same time that Connor comes over. Evan’s phone buzzed.
Connor: i know im early but is it cool if i come over now
Evan: of course
Connor: see you in ten?
Almost exactly eight minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
“Coming!” Evan said, shoving the cake haphazardly into the fridge. Heidi came downstairs as Evan reached the door. He opened the door with great flourish. “Happy birthday Connor!” He shouted as his boyfriend came into view.
Connor was wearing his standard black hoodie and jeans. His hair was pulled back into a bun, and he was smiling.
“Thank you! How are you doing, babe?” Connor stepped into the house, giving Evan a quick kiss on the lips. Heidi walked in, and hugged Connor.
“Happy birthday!” Heidi said. Connor smiled. “Now, I will get out of your hair. Have fun you two!” In a flash, Heidi was gone.
“Ready to watch the movie?” Evan asked, grabbing Connor’s hand. Connor beamed at him, and let his boyfriend lead the way.
A few hours and a pizza later, Evan had decided that it was time for gifts.
“Babe, you really didn’t need to get me anythi-” Connor tried to protest as Evan ran out of the room to get his gift.
“Shush!” Evan called back, grabbing the hoodie. He didn’t bother wrapping it. “Happy birthday, Connor!” Evan wasn’t going to lie, he almost felt jealous about the look of pure joy that Connor had on his face when he saw the jacket.
“Evan!” Connor had simply exclaimed before slipping the jacket on. It was a good fit, amid the sleeves that went a little past Connor’s hands. “Thank you so much!” Evan kissed Connor before standing up again.
“I got one more thing for you,” He said before going into the kitchen. This time, Connor didn’t protest, only watched him go with wide eyes.
Evan brought out the cake with obvious pride. Connor’s jaw dropped as Evan placed the cake on the table in front of him.
“Ev…” Connor said in a breathy voice. Evan lit one of the candles that was placed in the center and sat down next to Connor.
“Happy birthday to you,” He started to sing softly. Evan was by no means a talented singer, but this was a special occasion. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Connor, happy birthday to you!” Evan kissed Connor’s cheek and rested his chin on Connor’s shoulder. “Make a wish babe.”
Connor started to lean towards the cake but instead turned to Evan and kissed him deeply. It was only when Connor pulled away that Evan realized that Connor was crying. He quickly blew out the candle and hugged Evan tightly burying his face in Evan’s shirt.
“Hey. what is wrong?” Evan asked softly, feeling panicked. Did he not like the cake? Instead of responding, Connor just shook his head. After a few moments, Connor inhaled a shuddering breath and pulled out of the hug. Evan was quick to wipe away Connor’s tears. “Is it the cake? Is it too much?”
Connor laughed a watery laugh. “No, it’s not the cake. It is just, no one has ever done this much for my birthday, like ever. It means a lot to me.” Evan smiled, and moved close to his boyfriend.
“Alway, Connor. If I could, I would get the moon for you.” At Evan’s words, Connor smiled brightly, and kissed him. “Now, let’s get some cake, okay?”
Howdy, kiddos! So @imageneralweeeee has had a kinda bad day today, and because this was a lil fic idea she gave me a while back, I figured today is the perfect day for it. I hope this brightens your night even just a lil, Charleigh, and know that even tho you’re an ocean away, I’m sending you lots of love and I hope tomorrow is a much, much better day for you! <333
Prompt: Washington supporting Alex, Laf, John, and Herc at their first Pride Festival. Washington gets a little… intense… about his show of support.
Alexander was in the back of the Washington’s car, squashed between Lafayette and Hercules, who were making googly eyes at each other over the top of the smaller boy’s head.
“Why didn’t you two just sit next to each other?” he muttered, arms crossed.
“Mon ami, you are keeping us, how you say, civil, in the company of others,” Laf said.
“Oh my god, Laf, TMI!” John said, turning around from the passenger’s seat. He shot Alex an apologetic look. “Sorry, babe,” he said with a wink.
Alex grumbled something incoherent and lightly banged his head against the headrest. Laf pulled his adoptive brother into his chest.
“Ahh, mon ami, shhh, Hercules and I will, how you say, stop.”
“Oh my god you know how to stay ‘stop,’ Laf!” Alexander groaned. He could feel Laf smiling. Despite his squabble with Laf, Alex was content with resting his head against his adoptive brother’s chest until the car came to a halt.
“Okay, boys, we’re here!” George exclaimed.
“Mmm?” Alex mumbled. He’d half fallen asleep for the last leg of the ride.
Lafayette laughed. “Come on, mon ami, up! Your John is awaiting you.”
Alexander looked up and sure enough, John had the car door open and his hand outstretched, waiting for Alex’s to fill it.
Alexander grinned and climbed over Laf to get out. Laf grumbled a bit, but he mostly chuckled.
Soon Alex’s hand was in John’s, right where it belonged, and Laf’s was in Herc’s and Alexander was no longer between the two of them, thank god.
Washington led them toward the festival, first ushering them over to a booth selling various flags. “Okay, boys, I want each of you to pick one out,” he said way too seriously for someone who was just buying flags.
But Laf just shrugged in response, a grin on his face, as he chose the pan flag. Herc did the same. Alexander grabbed a tiny bi flag right away, and Laurens a gay one. Washington beamed at them all as he held up a flag of his own. It read: Proud Parent of a LGBTQ Youth!
Alex blushed and Laf laughed, Herc joining his boyfriend in a round of laughter that was so intense, neither of them could talk for a few minutes. Laurens shook his head in amazement. Alex reached out and gave his hand a squeeze as the cashier rung the flags up. Alex was slightly worried that maybe this brought back unpleasant memories, or made John jealous, but his boyfriend’s face revealed no signs of that. He just seemed content.
Washington set the boys loose to explore the festival. Alex raced toward the cotton candy booth, John in tow, while Laf dragged Herc to the slushies one. Once they’d all gotten their respective treats, they walked up and down the lane of vendors together, checking out each booth on their way.
“I wanna get a tattoo,” Herc said, pointing to a booth that had various LGTBQ+ tattoo designs on display.
“Your parents would, how you say, murder you,” Laf deadpanned.
Herc stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend. “I’ll get it someday. Maybe after college.”
Even though it was the summer before they left for college, it still seemed so far away. But it was creeping closer and closer, making Alex enjoy and appreciate their time together even more than he had before. He never wanted it to end.
There was only ten minutes til the live music was to start, so the boys set off to find George again, just to check-in. They were shocked by the state they found him in.
There was George Washington, the usually reserved, cool, and collected state senator, with rainbow suspenders, a rainbow bow-tie, and three flags painted on his face–– the pan one on one cheek, bi on the other, gay on his forehead. He was walking down the rows of booths proudly waving the flag he’d purchased before.
“Oh my god,” Laf said, covering his mouth with his hands.
“Dear lord,” Alex murmured, secretly impressed and grateful.
Herc was full-on grinning, pumping his fist in the air. “Ya-hoo, Senator Washington!” he shouted.
Laurens was crying. Alex turned to him quickly. “Babe, you okay?” He pressed his forehead up against his boyfriend’s.
“Your dad is so… so amazing,” he said with a sniffle. “I love him.”
“And he loves you,” Alex said, pulling John in for a hug. “And so do I.”
John’s eyes widened. This was the first time love had come up between them.
“John Laurens, I love you.” Alex said firmly.
“Alexander Hamilton, I love you,” John whispered back.
They kissed in the middle of the sidewalk, Laf and Herc cheering, George clapping and dancing around in a way that would’ve been so embarrassing had it not also been so supportive and wonderful and unexpected from the man.
When the boys pulled away, the first singer had just taken the stage. They turned their attention his way as his opening line echoed throughout the festival: “Let’s fill the world with music, love, and pride!”
When Keith told them, Lance wanted to be surprised. Everyone else seemed shocked; Allura in particular looked distraught. Shiro had a hand placed firmly on Keith’s shoulder, as if he was trying to send Keith all his courage. Keith himself looked exhausted. He’d come out of his lion looking like he’d fought in a war and Lance knew that he was practically dead on his feet.
Lance wanted to please Allura, to join her in her vendetta against Keith, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t possible. Keith had been off since their encounter with Ulaz. He’d been more withdrawn and irritable in the time leading up to their visit to the Blade of Mamora. Whereas Keith was usually quick to rise to the bait, he’d recently seemed swallowed in his thoughts when he was alone. Their bickering was half-hearted and more biting on his worst days.
Keith was off. He’d been suffering quietly before he found out he was Galra, and as he confessed to the truth to them, the weight shifted from an exhausted lack of knowledge to guilt instead.
He wanted to be surprised, but a part of Lance had always thought of Keith as otherworldly. His hair, skills, personality; he was amazing. No amount of jealous competition could change those facts. And Lance had always paid extra attention to Keith. His hand opening Galra doors, Keith’s anxiety after their discovery of the Blade of Mamora… Lance wasn’t surprised. He wasn’t even afraid. Keith was exactly the same as before.
It hadn’t changed anything for Lance.
And though Allura was angry (from what he could see) he was surprised to find that it meant strangely nothing to him. It should mean more, he knew. Princess Allura was graceful and adoring in every way, but this hatred towards Keith was pointless. He was the red paladin. He was their friend. No Galra blood could change Keith’s determination, his desire to protect, or the warmth of his hands.
Lance ran a hand through his hair, sighed and shrugged.
He cut through the silence with, “okay.”
All of the team’s eyes were on him, each with different emotions accompanying them.
“Okay?” repeated Shiro.
“Okay,” said Lance again. He looked at Keith. “And you learned it because you transformed the knife?”
“He awoke the blade,” Kolivan affirmed.
“That’s not fair.” Lance turned to look at Hunk and Pidge. “I’ve always wanted a cool ass transforming knife.”
It took a beat before Hunk turned more thoughtful. “Technically, it’s more of a dagger,” he said.
Shiro and Keith shared a look.
“Yeah, daggers and knives are different. Plus, since it technically turns into a sword, I guess it could considered retractable now.” Pidge adjusted her glasses and glanced over at Keith. “I wonder if it’s sentient.”
Meanwhile, Allura was still fuming, her feeling masked until a thin veil of galactic grace. “We’re not going to talk about this?”
“What’s there to talk about?” said Lance. “All this means is that Keith has a sick backstory. My backstory, in comparison, is more awesome, but his is a close second.” He shrugged again, hoping it emphasized how much the knowledge wasn’t affecting him. “So what’s the plan?”
“Plan?” Allura asked tightly.
“Plan? You know, the plan to defeat Zarkon? We’ve got all these great minds; I’m sure that you guys have a plan, right?”
“While we discuss the plan, I think we should put Keith in a healing pod,” said Shiro. “Thank you for your focus, Lance.
Lance puffed up his chest with theatrical pride but he could sense the underlying appreciation at the topic change. Allura looked on the brink of saying something, but melted under the touch of Coran’s hand on her shoulder and a firm shake of his head.
“You’re right, Lance,” said Coran. Keith said nothing but was staring in awe, as if he couldn’t believe that Lance had tried to divert attention to help him. Man, for someone so clever, Keith was pretty dense. “Thank you for getting us back on task.”
Super good ASL bro or Luffy raised by Whitebeard or both fics
The Greatest Treasure -
Life is a troublesome thing. It can send you miracles like baby brothers and bringing brothers back to life. It can also send you disasters like having Gol. D Roger as a father. Nothing however could have prepared Ace for this. Let’s hope the Moby Dick survives the ASL brothers. AU. ASL brothers on the Moby Dick. Possible Pairings
Diving into the Sea -
Legends tell of the renowned D clan, supposedly decimated centuries ago. Strong and nearly impossible to defeat, the clan was made up almost entirely of people with wings. When Donflamingo finds that not all Ds left are wingless like the Tenryūbito claim, he sets his eyes on exotic new pets. His brother Corazon will do all he can to stop him and save the four Ds that he found.
Somewhere to Belong -
Garp and Whitebeard strike a deal and Luffy, Ace, and Sabo are sent to live with the Whitebeard Pirates for six months. The trio and crew alike do not know how to handle the situation but eventually they figure each other out and the brothers find somewhere they feel like they belong.
The Beginnings of a Future Pirate King -
What would happen if Luffy was never given to Garp but to Whitebeard to raise Instead? Follow Luffy as he grows up with a famous crew causing trouble, happiness, laughter and belonging in a great family all while still aiming to becoming the King of the pirates.
ASL in Red series -
In an alternate universe, forces conspired to put Ace, Sabo, and Luffy in the care of the Red Hair pirates as children. The Grand Line would never know what hit it. Series of connected oneshots.
ASL Together! -
Sabo almost died and he decided he never wanted to be seperated from his brothers again. They decided to set out together to sail the seas. When they get capture by the Whitebeard Pirates they have to decide stay and join or leave. Follow the ASL as they have adventures and fun with the Whitebeard pirates.
Adopted by Default -
Moby Dick is anything but peaceful on a regular day. The crew is just well used to their special brand of crazy, however. So when an unexpected guest arrives, it throws everyone into disorder. Really, where the hell is this cheeky brat’s crew? Someone needs to tell Ace that his ship-brothers are NOT babysitters!