So here is a fic that nobody asked for but I’ve been wanting to write for months on end. Huge thanks to my wife, my love, my whole world aka @ananbeth for being such an awesome beta. Could not have finished this without you, my guy.
All of the section headers are quotes from this poem by Miles Hodges
Hi! For a Klance prompt, Lance or Keith (your pick) gets infected by some alien thing that makes them tell the truth so they admit their feelings for the other person, but after being 'cured' they don't remember doing it? thanks!
For sure! Hope you like it :D
what are you doing – get away from that!”
Keith grabbed the back of Lance’s armor and hauled him backward as the flower
exploded a white puff in his face, making Lance sneeze violently. He rubbed the
residue off his face, inspecting the white smear it left on his glove.
pollen,” he shrugged. Keith glared at him.
know how many people are allergic to Earth
pollen? Who knows what alien pollen
might do to you?” Lance rolled his eyes.
being dramatic. Look, I’m fine. I
feel better than ever.” Keith narrowed his eyes.
keep moving,” he said, shifting his grip on his bayard. “We can probably find a
cave in those cliffs up there, hole up there for the night, try and contact the
team again in the morning.” Lance nodded.
you,” he said, gesturing grandly. Keith just rolled his eyes and set off,
hacking a particularly thorny branch away with his sword.
it to a shallow, unoccupied cave in the cliff face with about an hour to spare
before sunset and managed to build a fire before it got too dark to see. They
negotiated guard duty and Keith got first watch, leaving Lance to stretch out
and go to sleep beside the fire. Except, in typical Lance fashion, he started
to talk instead.
built a fire before. I never thought I would have to,” he said. Keith groaned
we’ve got a long night ahead of us. You should really try to get some sleep.”
went camping as a kid. My family didn’t have the money to make a trip like that.”
tell me about it later. If you absolutely must,” he added under his breath.
“Just please be quiet.”
it was fancy when they managed to take us out to dinner and a movie. That was a big day. There were four of us plus my
parents, and that’s a lot of kids to pay for, so we couldn’t do it very often.
But camping was never an option. My sister really wanted to do it. She begged
my parents for months. But they wouldn’t let her. It was pretty awful to watch
how crushed she was, but to tell the truth, I thought she was being selfish.”
Keith asked. There was something off about Lance’s voice. It sounded too flat
and monotone, as if he wasn’t actually hearing what he was saying. Lance
continued as if he hadn’t heard Keith.
they couldn’t afford to take all of us, so either she wanted to get special
treatment and go without us, or she was just being a whiny brat and harassing
my parents because she got fed up with having no money all the time. I got fed
up too, we all did. She could have sucked it up like the rest of us.”
“Lance.” There was definitely something
wrong. Lance never talked about his
family like this. Certainly not to Keith, at any rate. He sprung to his feet
and walked over to where Lance was flat on his back, eyes glassy and unfocused,
staring at the ceiling.
I still love her but God did she get
on my nerves when we were kids sometimes. But I don’t really think about that
these days because I’m so homesick. I just think about all the perfect times we
had together. You don’t understand it, you know. I don’t think anyone else on
the ship understands how close I am to my family and how much I hate being here
sometimes. At least Pidge is trying to get her family back. Voltron just keeps
me further away. But you especially don’t understand because you don’t have any
family.” Keith slapped Lance hard across the face.
of it!” he growled. “What the hell is…?” He bent closer. Something was glowing
faintly white on the edges of Lance’s nostrils. The flower. It had infected him
or something, and now he was talking without any kind of filter. “I told you that alien pollen was bad
news,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. Lance’s eyes were still just as glassy
as before. He barely seemed to register the fact that he had been slapped.
me miserable how much you hate me,” he said. Keith, in the middle of searching
for some kind of leaf or cloth or anything he could use to try and scrape the
gunk off Lance’s nose, paused.
I hate you?” he asked.
Lance said. He started at receiving a direct answer and slowly turned back to
“Why do you
think I hate you?”
you’re so much better than me, and I annoy you by trying to compete with you.
You know you can win so it’s a waste of your time.” Keith sat down heavily.
That’s not… that’s not…”
I realized recently that the real reason I want to compete with you is because
I want you to notice me,” he continued, “because I’ve had an awful crush on you
since the Garrison. I thought I just wanted people to think I could be as good
as you, but the real issue is that I like you a lot and I’m terrified of you
finding out because I know you’ll just laugh at me.” Keith covered his ears.
want to hear this,” he moaned. “Lance, please, stop talking.”
you’re the most talented and beautiful person I’ve ever met and I started
fantasizing about kissing you about two months ago. I even love the mullet even
though I still think it’s ridiculous that you have it. I keep flirting with
aliens to distract myself but I only do it because I know I won’t have any
success. I don’t want to actually date anyone but you.” Keith’s head was
between his knees. He wasn’t supposed to be hearing this. It wasn’t fair the way
Lance’s confession made his heart speed up in his chest, made him think of the
times they’d both caught each other staring lately, made him remember Lance
saving his life on their most recent mission and brushing it off like it was
nothing. It wasn’t fair to Lance. “I think I might love you, Keith, and I’ve
cried twice about the fact that you could never love me back.” Lance’s speech
ceased abruptly, leaving a few seconds of silence. “I’m tired. I’m going to
sleep now,” he announced, and closed his eyes. Keith heaved a sigh of relief,
coming over with a leaf to rub away the white residue on his nose. He dropped a
hand on Lance’s shoulder.
that, Lance,” he said. “You do that.”
up to morning light groggy and with the worst crick in his neck he’d ever had.
He sat up, yawned, and noticed Keith sitting at the edge of the cave, staring
off into the woods. He frowned.
didn’t you wake me up for guard duty?” he asked. “Have you been sitting there
awake all night?” Keith jumped at the sound of Lance voice, turned to look at
him, and scrambled to his feet.
said. “Are you… You seem normal?” Lance blinked.
why wouldn’t I be?” Keith hovered uncertainly, unsure whether or not to move
“Do… do you
not… do you remember last night?”
planned for guard duty, you said you’d wake me up in a few hours, and then you
just never did! Come on, man, let people help you sometimes, you’re going to be
exhausted now.” Keith bit his lip.
nothing else?” Lance stared.
Keith said hurriedly. His cheeks were slightly red for some reason. “I… I tried
to wake you up but I couldn’t. You were too sound asleep. So yeah, I’ve been
awake all night, asshole.” The insult was only half-hearted and didn’t really
seem to land. Lance blinked.
said. “Well, we probably better see if we can’t find a way to signal the
castle. It looked like there were settlements further up the cliff, let’s see
if we can find some alien friends.” Keith nodded in agreement, heading to stamp
out the fire. As Lance gathered his Paladin armor, he kept glancing sideways at
his rival and his friend, wondering what had really happened last night – and
why Keith was lying.
[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]
<b><p></b> <b>Sakura:</b> Mama, Papa, Sasuke-kun and I have something very important to discuss with you<p/><b>Kizashi:</b> your pregnant aren't you?<p/><b>Mebuki:</b> I knew this would happen one day😭<p/><b>Sakura:</b> WHAT! NO!!!<p/><b>Sasuke:</b> ( ignoring their comment) Sakura and I have decided to get married, I came here to ask for your permission.<p/><b></b> ...........................<p/><b>Both parents:</b> EEEEHHHHHHH!!!<p/><b>Sakura:</b> I know this may come as a shock to you. But I love Sasuke-kun and I know he loves me too!! So-<p/><b>Kizashi:</b> (ignoring sakura and looking at sasuke) Ya sure you want to marry my daughter?My tomboyish daughter who can't even cook if her life depends on it?<p/><b>Mebuki:</b> The same daughter who AlWAYS forget to put the shoes on the rack? Who forgets to do the dishes even when I remind her a 1000 times!!<p/><b>Kizashi:</b> Kid there's plenty of fish in the sea!! And your such a handsome boy!! Just like I was when I was your age. I tell you I had soo many admires!! Girls used to-<p/><b>Mebuki:</b> ( waving her hand to silence kizashi) yes yes whatever but seriously honey you can tell me did she blackmail you or something? Cause I know some very charming and ladylike girls you can settle with😄!!<p/><b>Sakura:</b> ( red faced) What kind of parents are you??? Stop setting up my fiance with someone else when I'm sitting right here! SHANNARO!!<p/><b>Both parents:</b> ( starts laughing 😂) We were just kidding!!<p/><b>Sakura:</b> IT WASN'T FUNNY!! God you guys are-<p/><b>Sasuke:</b> ( smiles slightly while watching the haruno's bicker loudly with each other) there all so annoying.<p/></p><p/></p>
It was day four of being
medicated to treat a nasty case of bronchitis. While the z-pack of antibiotics
hadn’t yielded any side effects, the codeine cough syrup certainly had. For
some reason, that particular medicine was causing your sleep time to become,
you guessed, what an acid trip felt like.
The first night you’d found
yourself dream-working in an underground department store, where sharks and
fishes shopped as though they were humans, and paid in seashells.
A nap had yielded a very vivid
experience of being a horse-back jumping champion, where you were apparently
Russian, and almost disqualified from the Olympics for using a certain type of
hand lotion which was banned.
The second night brought you the
vision of going for a midnight snack in your house, only to open the fridge to
the pickles putting on a cabaret-type show. Dream-you had applauded them and
closed the fridge as their curtain call.
After that, you’d taken a break
from the medicine. While the dreams had been funny to recall, you didn’t like
waking up feeling confused and still as sick as before.
I know I talked about galaxies a lot.
galaxies are distant
You were none of those things.
You were the hometown girl
who lived down the road
who smelt like home
who made the summer out of winter
dawn out of dusk.
You were the sun
we spent years orbiting each other just to accept the collision course.
I think my poetry got in the way
made us into these heroes and gods and unworldly infinities
when we were really just two reckless kids looking for love after heartache.
I tend to make monsters out of Mondays and
death out of a burnt tongue.
But us ending
that was something else.
Janus cried while shutting the door on our future,
having to open the one you walked out of that last Tuesday before flying away.
He told me in a letter,
he told me a lot of things in letters,
something I wish you would have done more of.
But the past is past
and dust will be dust
and we will die
just not in the same glorious ways I wrote about.
Z.M. “I Start So Many Letters Without Ever Knowing How to Finish Them”
→ Inspired by a scene in one of my favourite movies, L-DK. Yo I spent all night writing this shit because I really have no life. And hey I tried out a new writing style (ish) so I hope it sounds good.(+ catch the GMW ref!)
WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT, UNCENSORED SWEARING
“Goddamnit who knew that baking a simple cake would be this fucking hard?”
December 21st on a cold Friday night and here you were in a sweatshirt, Adidas sweatpants and slippers, your hair up in a messy ponytail with an embarrassing frilly pink apron tied around your body. If that wasn’t weird enough, you were also baking a cake in a baby blue bunny embroidered bowl, stirring the rainbow-sprinkled batter with a pink spoon covered in multicoloured hearts. Batter occasionally flew out of the bowl, splattering your cheeks, hair and apron but you were too concentrated on making sure it was the perfect consistency to care.
No way in Hell would you have ever thought you would end up in a situation like this, but then Kim Jiwon was born and suddenly you were willing to go to drastic measures to make the little bunny happy.
“Now that’s not nice to say to your two oldest friends.”
Bucky walked down the steps, a smirk on his stupidly attractive face. No… not
stupidly attractive. Just his stupid smug face that made you want to punch him
over and over and over again. “Are you really not going to hug me? I’m hurt,
(Y/N). You’re still not going to speak to me after all these years?”
“I’m too tired to deal with this bullshit. I have a car to
unpack and an apartment to fill. Go away James.” Storming past Bucky, you
stomped up the steps to your new apartment
Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle, a big smile crossing his face.
“Missed you too, doll but no can do. I have officially been asked by our number
one best friend Steve here to help with the furniture and honestly, you
couldn’t pay me to leave.”
The look you shot Steve could have killed a man. If only.
Zack didn’t know what time it was when he finally rolled over to his side as he scrolled through his playlist. After picking a song he brought the blankets to his chest and closed his eyes. Then he opened them. He just couldn’t sleep. Rolling over again he noticed he had gotten a text. Oh, it was from one of his classmates, Dal-Sung. “Oh damn, I left my book behind.” He rubbed his eyes suddenly feeling tired at the thought of school, and responded. Just as he closed his phone the RFA notification lit up. Well…what the hey, what’s one more hour of no sleep?
He felt himself automatically smile. It was Seven.
L- longest relationship? 0 as I’ve never had one. One guy wanted to go on a date 3 times in one week and he was invading my free time. That is the most I’ve ever done… Apparently it takes a lot for me to commit time to other people.
O- one wish? To always be able to draw. What I draw will always change, but I want to never stop doing it.
V- violent moment? My younger brother whipped me with an arrow once when we were kids and I swear to god if I had been able to catch him I would have murdered him. I’ve never seen him run so fast.
E- easiest person to talk to? Okay, I’ve had my younger brother and the internet so the third would be… there are a couple internet friends I am pretty honest with, more so than others. Talking to them is often calming.
U- 3 biggest wishes? Since I started with drawing in the other one:
To be able to create what I see in my head
To be able to make things that make other people happy
There are the unfinished stories lying in my room, they were our stories. Old pages just dying there, red ink seeping off the faded parchment, words, memories, history. Just disappearing. We were lost. Some stories never written, it was too hard. It hurt too much. Things I never got to say, written down. Letters I never sent. Answers I would never get. We fade with time, from words from forgotten memories we’d rather forget than keep. Those words I could never forget scared into my memory, ‘I would write about you, about us’. Somehow I forgot, we were lost in decaying pages. In the years to come I would remember us, how we were in the books I would write. The tragedy that we were. The tale that would become us.
I always knew I would write our story, but I never thought it would be so difficult to write down, the memories we had, the kisses we shared, the love we had. The lies we told, the promises we could never keep. The hearts that would soon be broke and the one that would never beat again. Our story was never an easy one; it was rushed, messy and too painful. I put myself through hell for you. I wrote the story I think we could have had, if our timing was different. Maybe in another universe, we end up together. Maybe in another life we were not just stories written among pages of lost love and tragic ends.
I wrote the story of how we died; did Shakespeare take you first just to spite me? There was no heaven or earth just the myth of fate. I know I will write about us, the way we met, the long full looks, the playful smiles, the forbidden kisses, our tragic downfall. The letter I wrote of our ever dying love, the reply that never came. Our fate wasn’t kind; we both knew that, we knew it would be difficult. We were against two different worlds, against our selves. We were against the gods, the prophecy. As kids we were told our love could overcome anything. Our history would be repeated, it would be for centuries. We will be remembered as the lovers who overcame fate but at the cost of themselves.
Tell her I’m sorry for all the things I could not do, for all the things I never said.
but i guess somethings are better left unsaid, but you were everything to me then.//t.c
Dean caught Cas’ eye from across the room and smirked. Sam and Charlie, sitting at the cafeteria table with Cas, would have no idea what hit them. He ran over what they had planned in his head, then strode toward their table.
“Hey babe.” He planted a kiss on Cas’ cheek before dropping into the seat next to him. Charlie and Sam’s heads whipped up, looking between the two of them with expressions so comical that Dean had to press his lips together to keep from laughing.
“What did you just call him?” Charlie demanded, her eyes narrowing.
“Oh,” Cas said, pretending to look abashed. “I suppose now is a good time as any to tell you.” He laid his hand over Dean’s on the table. “Dean and I have been secretly dating for the last month.”
Charlie and Sam were stunned into silence. Then Sam made a sound that was something of a snort and Charlie’s face spread into a huge, delighted grin.
“I knew it!” she exclaimed.
“I – what?” Dean said. That was not the reaction he had expected.
“I knew that those meaningful gazes and lingering touches meant something! At first I thought it was just a fuckton of unresolved sexual tension, but I knew it had to be something more!”
Dean felt his face grow hot. “Uh, Charlie—”
Sam clapped Dean on the shoulder. “Congrats, you two, I’m really happy for you. Especially that you finally got the courage to tell us about it.”
Dean moved his hand away from Cas’ to cover his face. “Oh my god, you guys, we were kidding.”