i'm going to hurt you of course but first i'll go after all of your friends and--
i don't have any of those
you don't.. have those. not even one
and you aren't like.. lying. for your own/their sake
no i genuinely just don't have any and i wanted to save you the trouble of having to start the process of looking into it only to find nothing to work with, so
oh. ah. wow. that's.. polite. of you. i guess
this is like.. seriously bumming me out right now. are you.. busy tonight? oh. fuck. obviously you aren't. sorry. i'm sorry. wasn't trying to be insensitive. god. anyway. we're.. going to go to the movies, okay? i'm not getting any satisfaction out of.. that conversation. any joy just.. whoosh. right out the window. that whole exchange just truly ruined my current state emotionally and i'm.. getting you out of the house. asap
Waking up in Baz’s bed is too soft to describe. Technically, I’m sure his bed is no softer
than my own, but now there’s another level of soft, one that goes beyond a
physical body-soft. Soft like my entire
soul is encased in cotton fluff.
He doesn’t open
his eyes, just smiles a little, and his sleepy smile has my heart
hearing him say my name, and in a
voice still heavy with sleep, is enough to have me swooning a little.
you still love me?”
pulls me closer and when he speaks his lips brush my forehead. “Today, tomorrow, every day after that.”
shirt is my new favourite smell and I bury my nose in it. “It’s funny, if you think about it?”
both told the truth yesterday,” I muse. “We
pranked each other every day except April Fool’s Day.”
chuckles deep within his throat. “We
really are pathetic.”
that makes us both April Fools, huh?”
for yourself, love,” he laughs, and I’m so gone.
“So,” Simon murmurs after a few more moments of silent
heaven, “is the game over?”
shrug with one shoulder. “Who won?”
I raise an eyebrow. “How?”
got you wrapped in my wings, Baz, it doesn’t get much better than this.”
dunno,” I grin, “I think I definitely won.”
scoffs. “As if.”
wrapped in your wings.”
I finally get to touch your hair.”
can make you blush without even trying.”
can shut you up by kissing you.”
yeah?” I pull back far enough to meet his eye.
“Care to demonstrate?”
laughing as he obliges me, kissing me gently like his lips are still sore from
the seemingly endless kissing last night.
I don’t remember having the strength to pull away long enough to climb
back inside the room, or to change into our nightclothes, but at some point it
must have happened. Between toothpaste
kisses and disbelieving grins. I’d been
a little afraid to suggest sharing a bed (I thought it might scare him away),
but he’d climbed in beside me like he fit there, like the spot had been meant
for him all along. I don’t think we ever
stopped kissing, just fell into place
and stayed there until the dizziness turned into dreams.
I mumble against his lips, soft like rose petals.
giggles. “What, Baz?”
“Do you still love me?”
eyes are a different blue every time I look at them, like the sky. Right now they’re the horizon just after the
orange leaks out of the sunrise.
kisses my forehead. “Today…”
my nose. “Tomorrow…”
my mouth, deep and long. “Every day
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Perfect. This was the impression Lance always had when he saw Keith.
He didn’t want to admit it, he wasn’t even sure of it himself. But
whenever he saw him at the Garrison, when he saw how he kept his good
grades so effortlessly, he couldn’t help but admiring him.
Whenever he heard his fellow classmates talking about him, saying how
amazing he was, he couldn’t help but being jealous of him.
Whenever he was compared to him, he couldn’t help but hate him.
He was better in everything. No matter what he did, he always made it
look so easy. While Lance spend a lot of his nights studying, worried
if he might pass the next exam, Keith kept his cool demeanor. He
never looked like he had any problems. In Lances eyes, he looked
arrogant and distant. It made him want to just push him off his high
He didn’t want to admit that whenever he saw him, he saw a person he
wanted to be. To him, Keith was perfection.
But that wasn’t true.
It was shortly after the paladins had been separated after escaping
from Zarkons main fleet. Everybody was scattered across the universe
with no idea how to get back. Those who could drifted around space,
trying to find the others. Those who couldn’t were left no choice but
to wait where they had crashed. Keith was one of them. His lion was
severely damaged after the fight with Zarkon and it would probably
take a long time until he would be able to take flight again.
Lance found it weird that he was thinking of him now. He wasn’t the
only one he hadn’t found yet after all. Actually, he didn’t find
anyone. He was just flying from galaxy to galaxy, only landing
somewhere when he needed to rest, always hoping the sensor build in
his lion picked up a signal of his friends.
Where was he? Was he save? Was he hurt? Did he eat enough?
The blue paladins thoughts spiraled between questions like these.
Knowing Keith, he was probably alright. After all, he lived a year in
a desert. He’d be able to survive on his own.
On an unknown planet. In the middle of a war. Somewhere in the
endless space of the universe. Where it might take them weeks,
months, years to find him.
If he was even alive.
The boy shook his head trying to get rid of that thought. He would
definitely be alive. He had to. He had to. He had to.
Repeating those words like a mantra, Lance kept flying aimlessly
until he heard an alarm ringing through the cockpit. The sudden noise
startled him and he quickly turned his lion around to search for its
source, until he finally realized the alarm came from his lion
itself. Realizing that, he opened the screen of his radar and kept
staring at it.
Red. His lion picked up Reds signal.
Unconsciously the corners of his mouth moved up and he let himself
sink into his seat with the most relieved sigh he had in ages. Only
then did he realize his heart was beating fast at finally finding one
of his team alive. Or at least the whereabouts of one of the lions.
The paladin quickly cut off his thoughts before they trailed off
somewhere he definitely didn’t want them to be and headed into the
direction the radar was showing him.
The planet wasn’t that far away, it was still in the same solar
system as Lance. He entered the planets atmosphere and lowered the
speed of his lion so that he could scan the surface for any traces of
the red lion. The planet was completely covered in sand and rocks.
There didn’t seem to be any water around. Or any sign of life. The
boy swallowed at the thought of how someone could survive in a place
like this. Just as he wanted to speed up his eyes caught a glimpse of
shining metal. He quickly turned around to take a closer look and let
out a breathy laugh when he saw a red metallic paw stick out behind
one of the many mountains. Without hesitation, he flew into its
direction and landed right in front of the red lion. It was stretched
out like a sleeping cat instead of sitting upright with a barrier
around it like the lions are supposed to be, but it didn’t seem too
damaged. It’s mouth was open, which must have meant that Keith was at
least able to get out.
Once his lions paws touched the ground, Lance practically jumped out
and started to call Keith’s name. But nothing came back. The paladin
went closer to the lion, checking it’s mouth and calling his name
again. No answer. He started to worry that he might have left his
Lance waited a few more seconds before he decided to go around the
lion to see if the red paladin was hiding somewhere in the shadow of
the mountain. Several meters and a few more calls later, he saw a
figure leaning against a rock with his legs hold closely to his
chest, face buried between them, right next to the robots hind leg.
He recognized him right away thanks to the white uniform sticking out
from the shadows. It was Keith. With a big smile on his face he ran towards him, throwing his helmet
away and calling out to him again. Upon hearing his name, Keith
pulled his legs closer to him. This wasn’t the reaction Lance hoped
to see. He realized that something was off and his smile and the
enthusiasm in his voice turned into genuine worry.
“Keith? Hey, what’s wrong? Not happy to see me?”
He tried to crack a small joke, but it didn’t work. His steps became
slower until he was standing right in front of his fellow paladin.
His voice was muffled, but Lance could hear the tremble in his voice.
He ignored his words and crouched in front of him.
“What? Keith, are you okay?”
“I said go away!”
Just as he wanted to reach out to him, Keith slapped his hand away
with enough force to make Lance tumble backwards. The blue paladin
was ready to yell at him, but his words were stuck in his throat when
he saw his friends exposed face.
The first thing he noticed were his eyes. Gleaming yellow and wide
with fear. They were swollen and he could see small tears running
down purple cheeks.
Then the ears. Trembling wolf-like ears where small human ears were
supposed to be.
And there were fangs. Almost adorably tiny, but still sharp.
The creature in front of him was not a human anymore, it was a galra.
Several seconds went by in which the paladin had to take another
look, just to be sure the heat wasn’t playing tricks on him.
It definitely was Keith. Besides the inhuman features, he still had
the same face. The same small nose, the same almond-shaped eyes, the
same stupid mullet that looked good only on him. Seeing him curled up
like this, trying to hide himself from the world made Lances gut
twist and there was only one question on his mind now. What in the
world has happened to him?
The paladin slowly went back on his knees and moved his hand forward
to touch him, to make sure that what he saw was real. But before he
could even reach his cheek, Keith slapped his hand away and tried to
yell at him.
“Don’t! Just…go away, leave me!” It was a pathetic excuse of a
shout. His voice was cracking and barely recognizable from his
usually confident voice. Never has he seen his sworn rival in a state
like this. So vulnerable, so fragile, so weak. His heart pounded in
his chest painfully and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He
moved his hand forward again and expected another defensive move, but
he was too weak to resist Lance anymore. His hand cupped the red
paladins gently and he felt soft fur on the edges of his jawline,
just below his ears. Without giving it a second thought, he pulled
his friend closer to him, earning him a surprised gasp from his
friend, and wrapped his arms around him tightly. It took a few
seconds until Keith finally returned the hug and cried into the crook
of Lance’s neck.
“Look at what I have become.” he said between his sobs. “I’m a
The blue paladin shook his head in response.
“That’s not true, Keith. That’s not true. Look at me.”
He pulled away from their embrace and held his face with both of his
hands close to him, forcing the paladin to look at him. He tried to
keep his voice gentle and steady.
“You’re still Keith. No matter what you are. You’re still a
valuable part of this team. You’re still the pilot of the red lion.
You’re still my rival. I don’t care if you’re human, galra or
He pressed his forehead against Keith’s and lowered his voice,
speaking in a tone he never thought he would use for his rival.
“You’re still a precious friend to me.”
A few more seconds passed in which Keith realized that, despite of
what he was now, Lance would always be there for him and his sobs
became louder, his tears streaming down his cheeks again. The blue
paladin wrapped his arms around the others neck and pulled him back
into a tight hug. They stayed like this until Keith’s voice became
That’s right. He was still the same.
Whenever he saw how gracefully he was able to pilot his lion, he
couldn’t help but admire him.
Whenever he saw him fighting off enemies, protecting his allies
without regards to his own health, he couldn’t help but wanting to be
Whenever he saw his bright smile, his fluid movements, him, he
couldn’t help but seeing someone perfect.
He knew he wasn’t. Nobody was perfect, Keith was no exception. The
person he has always looked up to was now in his arms, crying his
heart out, broken and weak.
And yet, despite – or maybe because of – these flaws, Lance
couldn’t help but see Keith as someone perfect.