medal-of-valour

elysium

mostly gen, slight sheith, pg13, 5.4k.
they return to a quieter earth. it is exactly what keith wants.

They all receive top military honours. Lance jokingly protests that a medal of valour and an internationally publicised ceremony during which they get to shake hands with a dozen heads of state is thoroughly underwhelming in exchange for having saved the entire universe, but the truth is that nobody on Earth is able to comprehend the full scale of what has happened. That is because nobody on Earth can comprehend the full scale of the universe as the five of them have experienced it, simply because so much of what has transpired over the last ten years has taken place outside of the limited scope of outer space as it is understood by Earth’s scientists.

In essence, they are rewarded for having survived.

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anonymous asked:

New recruit meeting with Gabriel reyes and Jack morrison for the first time and accidentally blurted how attractive they are.

You know that terrible feeling while riding a roller coaster? The one where you stutter all the way to the top of the track, get a brief glance of the punishing drop below, and suddenly want to break into tears and peels of laughter simultaneously? The drop steals the air from your lungs, all you can do is scream as the wind cuts into yours eyes, your knuckles white around the rail as you bump around corners, skid to a screeching stop back at the beginning, and you actually want to go again?

Yeah, that feeling. That’s what you’ve got going on as your own your way to meet your superiors. You’ve heard Gabriel Reyes is an absolutely terrifying taskmaster, and Jack Morrison has a stick shoved so far up his ass that jokes deflect off his many medals of valour and honour. What everyone forgot to tell you was that they were total babes.

“Welcome to the team, (Y/N).” Jack Morrison says cordially, a small smile on his face.

“Th-thank you, sir.” You stutter in response, Gabriel Reyes smirks.

“Don’t worry, we’ll break you in gently and responsibily.” The hooded man drawls, giving Jack a wink and the blond only rolls his eyes.

“Any questions before training begins?”

“How are you so fucking attractive?”

ABORT. ABORT. DANGER, WILL ROBINSON. RUN FOR THE HILLS, MISSION FAILED. GAME OVER, MAN, GAME OVER. YOU DEAD, SON. YOU’RE ROYAL FUCKING DEAD.  IT WAS NICE KNOWING YOU ALL. BURY ME IN SATIN, LAY ME DOWN ON A BED OF ROSE, SINK IN ME IN THE NEAREST GOD DAMN RIVER.

“…I just said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yes, yes, you did.” Morrison confirms with a sigh.

“And we aren’t going to let you live it down, Cadet.”

Alternative Ending
“Don’t worry, we’ll break you in gently and responsibily.”

“I’d rather you both crush me now.”

I’M DONE, I’M FUCKING DONE.  WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS MY LIFE? CROSSED A LINE, MISSY, CROSSED A REAL FUCKING LINE. LEAVE THAT TUMBLR SHIT ON TUMBLR, THAT STUFF DON’T WORK IN REAL LIFE. LORD, KINKSHAME  ME IN HELL BECAUSE I DESERVE IT.

“…at least take me out on a date first.”

“…Reyes, don’t encourage them.”