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Scaramouche X Aether - cats and dogs

Summary - a day spent lazing in the meadows is interrupted by a certain blonde, but, it's welcomed by the wanderer.

It was a young summer morn, the clouds gently wafted by, as the breeze sent whispers through the forest below. Petals fluttered about the ground, catching light from the sun and capturing a certain imperial gaze. The puppet watched in fascination from his perch within the shade. He who was unwavering, now being pushed along like a leaf in the wind, of Course he allowed such change, he didn't have a choice. Whilst the destination wasn't his to know, in his heart he knew who would get him there, or rather, who he wanted to be there. 

“Hm?”  

pulled from his thoughts, the ravenette peered down to find that a certain creature had come to join him. Pressing its head against him was a small, silvery feline. He cracked an amused smile, lifting his fingers to rub the cat's head. “Where did you come from?” He asked, his question left in silence. The pair of them sat for a while, feeling the breeze against their faces and observing each flurry of nature that went about the meadows. The puppet closed his eyes, his hat dipping to shade his eyes, from the ever-bright sun. 

But this only lasted so long, Scaramouche felt himself smiling as he sensed a familiar presence. “Here comes trouble” He whispered, jokingly warning the cat. As if on command a certain blonde bounded past the corner. He huffed, clearly having run to the tree. 

“Hi” he breathed out, smiling. His amber eyes wide and young, his summery hair long and light.  

“Hello”  

“I see you’ve made a friend” The blonde point his head towards the cat, sitting himself next to the wanderer. 

“He makes for great company”  

“you kind of look like him”  

Scaramouche let out a humorless laugh, his gaze challenging the blonde. “How so?” 

“Hm, you both have a mean glare” 

He peered towards Scaramouche, then to the cat's gimlet gaze. It was true, the puppet had eyes of piercing beauty, enough to plunge and pull at a beating heart. Except, his eyes didn't feel that way, at least not to Aether, they did make his heartbeat faster, but never out of fear. 

“Hm, well if that’s true, then I’d say you look like the dogs in the harbor”  

Aether huffed whilst Scaramouche breathed out a laugh, along with napping beneath trees, teasing the traveler was one of his favorite past times. He enjoyed watching his brows knit together and hearing him stumble over his arguments, it was quite endearing. 

“What are you doing out here anyway?” Aether asked, relaxing his hands into the grass beneath him. 

“Catching a break from you and Paimon” He smirked. “I need some peace once in a while, you know?” 

Aether clicked his tongue, smiling whilst rolling his eyes. “Sure”  

He peered over Scaramouches’ lap towards the cat, its paws tucked into its chest and its face scrunched up in a scowl. “You can pet him; he likes it on his forehead” Aether looked up at Scaramouche. It hard to tell with him, whether he was teasing or truthful. The Puppet only smirked at his cautious gaze. “Go on” 

Aether found himself leaning over the ravenettes lap, reaching out towards the grumpy creature. Scaramouche couldn't stop his wandering gaze. He noticed the small scrapes and scars that tarnished his stomach, even more decorated on his back. Without thought he brought his pale fingers against the traveler's back, tracing a particular scar. 

Aether remained still over his lap; his breath bated whilst Scaramouch tenderly inspected him. 

“Where is this from?”  

“O-oh, that’s from when I battled Childe” The blonde peered over his shoulder, waiting for further questioning, but it never came. 

“And this?” His fingers glided down the soft skin, reaching the center of his waist. 

“La Signora”  

Finally, the puppet's eyes flickered upon finding a particularly long scratch, stretching past the small of his back and further where he couldn't see, he was curious. Gently lifting the waistband of the traveler’s pants, it was only then he stopped as a startled sound came from the blonde. 

“um...” It was a quiet noise. Scaramouche realized and paused, pulling his stare from his back to his face. Painted in rose. The mighty traveler, at the will of his gentle touches. How cute. 

“Sorry, I didn't mean to” He coaxed, distancing his hands to his sides.  

“Don’t worry” 

The tension was heavy, as if they were on the ocean floor. Aether couldn't take it. He wanted to say the lines his heart had prepared, but instead improvised with the flurry of excuses his head shoved him. 

“Oh! I-I almost forgot” He sat up, fiddling with his pockets. The puppet waited patiently. 

“here” 

From his palm out folded a small, scarlet bracelet.  

“What is it?” the ravenette asked, quite unimpressed, yet still curious. 

Aether wish his face didn't heat up from embarrassment, he had a whole plan to give it to him, without all this unnecessary fluster. 

“It's like a charm, I found it in Liyue. I got us matching ones...friendship bracelets I suppose” He fiddled with his own, Scaramouche cooed at the adorable action. 

“How sweet, I’ll treasure it forever” Once again, the traveler could solve so many puzzles yet whether the Wanderer meant his words was a mystery, one he didn't pry at right now. The peered at eachother for a moment, snapping away in embarrassment. Who would have thought, the kind and courageous traveler at the mercy of the once wicked puppet. And the cold-hearted Wanderer, melting beneath his amber gaze.  

What an odd pair. 

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Happy New Year!

Hi everyone! I hope you all have a very happy new year! and I hope you will be able to fulfill all of your resolutions :D I can't wait to continue writing on this account! so thank you to everyone who has accompanied me through my work. I really appreciate all of your love :)

Goodbye, 2022!

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It can work both ways like I think but would better if you watched but if you don’t have time I can just give you the gist because fair the episodes are like an hour long each

I'll start watching it! but I don't want to keep you waiting forever, so if you could give me a rundown of your idea that would be great :D

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I have a question that relates to an idea I have. Have you watched supernatural?

Sadly I have not :( but I would totally watch it! (I have nothing interesting to watch these days) But I'd love to hear your idea! Is it better if I watch the show to know what your idea is about?

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Loid Forger x Yor Forger - Falling for you

Summary - A Christmas special with the Forger family, where Loid finds himself catching feelings for his fake wife. (Merry Christmas you guys! have an awesome Holiday : D)

The streets of Berlint lay coated in sugary snow fresh from the sky, dressing each roof in a brilliant white. It was Christmas time in Ostania, meaning the whole country was buzzing with giddy excitement. The capital especially, decorated in colorful lights and warm smiles. It was a dream. A dream that could take a nightmarish turn if one was not prepared. 

Loid peered down at the letter in his hands, face stoic but heart pounding.  

“Oooh, Anya also wants a bondman figure!” she cheered, cheeks rosey from smiling. Being from an orphanage, she never got the childlike wonder of Christmas, instead having to spend it huddled up next to other children just for warmth. Upon hearing how saddening her experience had been, the spy and assassin hyped up Christmas a lot, getting her excited for the holidays. But also forgetting who would have to fulfill all the fantasies they spewed out. 

“Do you think Santa knows who Mr. Bondman is?” She beamed, her fondant locks bouncy up and down. OfCourse Loid was familiar with Christmas, but never did he have to stress buying the presents for a child. 

“of course he does” he smiled, picking her up into his lap. He’s gonna have to. Anya quirked a brow. But before she could unravel the truth, her mother stepped in. 

“Are you ready to go send your letter to Mr. Santa?” She asked. Loid appreciated her lack of stress, her voice always gentle with Anya. 

“Mhm!”  

She grabbed Yor’s hand, skipping her way out the door. The coal-haired women lent Loid a smile before leaving. Loid felt himself smile on his own, a warm feeling blossoming in his chest. What is this? He paused for moment. Shaking his head. No, this was for the mission. She was for the mission. 

The morning was buried in fresh snow, air crisp and cold, each breath like a puff of smoke. The forger family were getting ready for a busy day, with Anya getting ready for Christmas activities at school and her present ready for the shopping trip of their lives. 

“By now I’m sure your letter has made it to the North Pole” Yor smiled, fixing her daughters coat.  

“Really!?”  

A few moments later the bus had arrived in time, sweeping Anya with it. Leaving the Spy and Assassin to discuss their plan.\ 

“Okay, I’ll head to the shops in Carving Lane and you’ll go to Oliver Street?” She recited the schedule back to loid. “And then we’ll meet and the Museum ready with Miss Anya’s gifts!” She grinned. The blonde only nodded, thinking over his own plan. 

She checked her watch. “Well, I guess I should get go-” 

“Actually” 

Actually? Wait, what am I saying? This is the best plan. There is no actually. 

“Yes?” he met her gaze. Ruby eyes twinkling into his own, putting him on the spot. 

“Actually, I think it would be better if we both go at the same time, so we can both pick out what's best” 

What's best? What's best would be if you stopped talking. 

“Thats a great idea!”  

“Really? okay let's do that then” he smiled at her, cheeks tinted slightly rose. 

The two set off in the same direction, with loid trying to justify his change in plans to himself. 

The capital of Ostania was truly stunning in winter, the canvas for thousands of postcards and the setting of the long-awaited Christmas special of Berlint in love, considered by Becky Blackbell to be a national treasure. But anyway, the couple made their way towards the first shop, admiring the well decorated display cases of each store. One in particular caught Yor’s eye. Loid noticed her ruby gaze staring adoringly upon a pink knitted scarf in the window. Loid made a mental note to return here...for the mission ofcourse, He had to keep his fake wife happy so she would stay with him. 

“This is it” He announced. The two were met with a large building, within it in laid a maze of never-ending toys and crowds. 

Jeez, this looks like hell. Loid thought to himself, the energy slowly draining from him. 

“This is going to be a nightmare” The sound of her laughter filled his ears, he turned towards Yor, cracking a smile. At least she felt the same. 

“Let's see what they have” He smiled at her, preparing to shove and or kick any parent within the shop's doors. 

The building was lined in gold, scarlet and wood, boasting a tremendous number of toys and people within its walls. But the pair were unfazed, knowing the floor they had to go to. Floor 5, dedicated to action figures and tv shows. They nodded at each other, making haste pace against the marble floors, shoes clacking along with the hundreds of other parents. 

Together they squished in an elevator, overflowing just like the rest of the building. Due to the amount of bodies, Yor was forced to press her chest against a wall and against her back pinned Loids chest, a compromising position to say the least. The night haired women felt her heart drum against the wall Infront, trying her best to stay normal and still, whenever Loid got too close she couldn't control her fluster. While she struggled beneath him, Loid couldn't help but breathe in the scent of her perfume. He recognized the smell to be Lily of the valley, a pleasant scent to be near to. 

Finally, the elevator had arrived on the fifth floor, relieving the both of them. 

“Now, where might they have Mr. Bondman” Yor puzzled, scanning the store. Loid watched her. Scarlet gaze shimmering about the store. 

“Loid?”  

He was pulled from his thoughts, faced with her gentle looks. He had caught himself daydreaming too often. 

“Sorry, I think that we’ll find him in over there” He coughed, moving towards the action section of the room. He lately found himself growing soft. More open towards his phony wife than any girl he ever dated. She was different, hard to read and quick to react. And despite his confidence to woo any women he was assigned to, Yor often rejected his affections and yet still blushed near him. She was far more Stange than any girl he’d met. 

They managed to gather all of Anya’s gifts before Christmas, all wrapped with pretty paper and charming bows. Bondman figure’s, peanuts, stuffed animals and more. She was going to love it. 

Finally the morning had arrived, outside the window lay a city awash in white and inside a family cozy and warm. The floor was flooded in wrapping paper, even Bond had paper in his fur. Anya was giggling about the Christmas tree, excitedly unraveling each gift brought by Santa. The couple watched their daughter with smiles on their faces, thoughts filled with happiness, ones which Anya enjoyed reading. 

“Look! Santa brought presents for Mama and Papa!” She cheered, brining over the two boxes over to the couch. 

Hm?  

What this? 

As they each held the boxes in their laps, Loid and Yor faced each other. She lent the blonde a smile, rose painting her cheeks. 

“Merry Christmas, Loid-san" 

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Awww that Suga request had me kicking my feet! And it’s fine it turned out really well! You might be getting another request from me soon!

Thank You! and I can't wait to see what you think of next : D

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Ok like hear me out. Suga with an s/o starring as phantom of the opera and he of course dragged everyone he could to see them and during the song the phantom of the opera everybody is just like WOWOWOWOW🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 and the entire time Suga is just 😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰-

Hello! I am so sorry, I've kept you waiting for a while, haven't I? I thank you for your patience and I really loved this request! this is my first Haiykuu fic so I hope I don't disappoint. Thank you again and i hope you have an Awesome day!

Suga x Reader - Break A Leg

The auditorium echoed in the sound of squeaky shoes and boyish yells. The Karasuno volley ball team were practicing, this was evident by the amount of swearing that could be heard. A certain fiery redhead and gimlet gazed king were in heated argument. 

“Kageyama!” Hinata shouted once more, his sets weren't consistent enough to land any good spikes. 

“I'm trying! Maybe if you weren't such a baby you could move for the ball”  

Hinata huffed at this comment, ready to spike the pompous king in his face. But before he could do so, a lovestruck Suga waltzed into the hall. His pale cheeks were tinted rose, his smile warm and inviting. Suga was normally a calm, but never blissful. 

“Suga you’re pretty late” Daichi called, not too focused on the snow haired setter. 

“Mhm” He called back. In his arms he carried a thick stack of papers. He hadn't come to practice volley ball, but instead to pin up said papers. 

“What are you doing Suga?” Hinata shouted, pausing his argument for a moment. Now the whole team was curious, turning their gazes to Suga. Who was currently smoothing down a dark poster against their notice board. 

“Have you heard of the play the drama club is doing?” He asked the group, back still turned to them. 

“Oh yeah! Opera Ghost thingy”  

“Phantom of the Opera, dumbass”  

“Well, guess who’s staring in it!” Suga turned round, eyes splashed in glitter. 

The whole team smiled in knowing. The only person who could ever get Suga this excited was... 

“Y/N?” They said in union. 

“Yes! And its next week so you all better be there!” he pointed at the boys before making an exit. He had to put up all the poster before the morning bell. 

The next week was a busy one for the drama club, their clubroom a menagerie of makeup and costumes. Suga watched his step when walking in. Most members were dashing around, preparing for the dress rehearsal, he could barely make out your figure amongst the mess. 

He knocked his fist against the doorframe, trying to catch anyone’s attention. “Has anyone seen Y/N?” he called.  

“Hi~”  

He flinched as a pair of familiar arms draped around his shoulders. He turned to find you. 

“Nice mask” He joked, fiddling with the end of the iconic half face. He was surprised to say the least upon hearing that you were playing the Phantom. 

“Things seem pretty busy”  

“Yes, everyone's super hyped!” you smiled; he found your excitement to be adorable. 

“Y/N! We need you on stage in 5 minutes!”  

You turned to your boyfriend, lending him an exhausted smile.  

“I better get go-” 

His lips pressed against yours, a quick but sweet goodbye. 

“Break a leg” he smiled, his forehead lingered on your own before he left. 

“Thanks” 

The night had finally arrived, the night of which the whole school had been buzzing about. 

“Guys come on! We might be late!” Suga stressed, his breath like smoke in the cold winter air. The whole karasuno Volley Ball team stood outside the auditorium, freezing their asses off whilst waiting for Hinata to tie his laces. 

“Okay done!” The red head announced and the group pushed inside.  

In a rushed shuffled they all pushed each other to take a seat, they arrived just in time before the start. 

“Good evening, ladies and Gentlemen!” An overly dramatic voice announced, in obvious theater kid fashion. 

“On this cold December night, we welcome you to join us in...” 

“Phantom of the Opera!” 

On command the classic theme song erupted throughout on the room, commencing the beginning of the play. Suga couldn't wait to see what you had been working on for these past months. 

After awhile of flowery dancing and some lady singing with a decapitated head in her hand, finally, and I mean finally the Phantom had arrived. 

The audience had been awaiting this scene, for it was the most compelling. 

A honeyed light spilled from the ceiling, casting upon the Phantom and Christine as the two actors glided across the stage. Suga felt his heart race beneath his chest as you brought the actor close to you, your voice like that of a siren. He watched your long midnight cape drag behind your figure, gloved hands gesturing as you sung. Despite the dark and foreboding nature of the Phantom, Suga could still make out the twinkling eyes beneath the ghost-like mask. You were loving this. Each time you came closer to edge of the stage he felt his chest tighten; you were so enchanting to him. And when you disappeared behind the curtains he felt his heart slightly wilt, wishing to see and hear more of you. 

“Thank ladies and Gentlemen! Have a great night!” 

The crowd erupted in cheer, shaking the walls of the hall with screaming and clapping. Even Suga shouted, surprising his team mates. 

Him and the rest of the group waited outside for you as waves of crowds spilled out from the doors, before finally, you came out. 

“Y/N!” He waved, drawing your attention, you still wore your phantom outfit, too preoccupied to return it. 

He pulled you into a hug, grasping onto your figure and holding your head against his shoulder. 

“You were amazing” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You blushed beneath your mask, ducking further into his chest. 

“Thank you” you mumbled, earning a laugh from him. 

And Thus the Volleyball player and his phantom went home for the night, Ready to discuss the entirety of the play. 

“I like the part when the Phantom was there” 

“Pfft” 

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hi can i request keith reacting to his s/o proposing with paper rings

Hi, I'm so sorry I made you wait for so long, I really appreciate your patience. thank you so much for your request and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Keith x reader - Paper Proposal

His back was pressed against the wall, with one leg outstretched across the metallic whilst the other stayed kneed against his chest. You could tell when the red paladin was focused, his raven bangs casting a dark shadow over his gaze, brows furrowed in frustration as he fiddled with the paper between his fingers. 

After Voltron had disbanded, the paladins ventured off into their separate expertise. With Keith, former black and red paladin, leaving to help rebuild the universe. Zarkon had left nothing but entropy in his wake, but with him now defeated the hurt could finally start to wrap their wounds. During this healing process, he met you, Y/N. Now, when he first set eyes upon you of course he thought you were alluring, but his stubborn heart wouldn't budge, not yet at least. 

It took some time, but he soon opened up. Opened up to your soft gaze, opened up to your tender touch, opened himself to you. Something he swore to never do, to never let his guard down. But you dismembered his armor piece by piece and together you set out to make the universe better. 

So, this is where he faced his dilemma. You two had been together for three years now, and those three years have been the happiest ones. And he wanted such happiness to continue to grow and expand. He wanted to be with you till the day his body dropped. And to do so, he could only think of one way, at least the earthly way. He wanted to propose.

"And you're gonna do it with that?" Lance gestured to the paper ring.

"I would buy a real ring but I haven't been back to earth in years" His head fell back upon the titanium wall, his umber gaze directed towards the ceiling.

"Well, why not just wait?-"

"I don't wanna wait anymore!"

The two faced each other with shocked looks as Keith blurted out his statement. The former red paladin buried his head between his arms as the former blue paladin chuckled beside him.

"I see" he smiled, peering down at his ravenette friend.

"I can't be certain I'll ever be back on earth, but I am certain that I am deeply and madly in love" he pressed his palm against his chest.

...

Lance snorted as a smile grew on Keith's face.

"Too much?"

The Cuban nodded, snickering into his hand. in their younger years, the pair would've been at each other throats, but now all grown and just a little bit more mature, they could finally find an understanding in one another.

"But I get it though, you love Y/N and you wanna show it"

Keith smiled at the thought of you, the thought of being with you forever made his heart swoon. Snapped from his lovey thoughts lance stood up.

"You should do it, man, seriously" lance outstretched his hand and hoisted him up.

"I will, thank you" keith nodded, pushing forward to go find you.

lance watched his friend leave, shadowy locks growing ever longer.

"anytime Mullet, anytime"

Keith pressed past the doors of the castle. Outside lay a garden, his eyes scanned amongst all the greenery and flowers. He last visited this place after Allura had passed away. Now her statue lay in a veil of pansies and roses, snake-like vines that hugged her dress, as did the rest of her garden.

The breeze blew gently as he paced about the winding maze, to clear his head he tied his stygian hair back into a small ponytail. you insisted he keep it long.

"Where in the world" he whispered, clenching his jaw and tapping his foot hastily.

"Keith?" A gentle voice called; and there you were, behind a wall of evergreens sat your figure upon a metallic bench. Your hair softly wafted in the breeze along with many blossoms that floated about your smile. His heart picked up the pace.

Y/N, I need to tell you something" His gaze was deep, albeit a bit intense, but deep.

"Okay" you breathed, standing up before him.

he clutched the paper ring in his pocket, heart drumming beneath his chest, fingers slightly trembling. Even after battling the universe's greatest tyrant, no fear would ever amount to what he felt right now. Staring upon the quartz floor, feeling your worried gaze upon his head. God, why was this so hard?

"Y/N"

He knelt before you, pulling the ring from out his pocket, meeting your starry eyes. He gulped down the screaming worry that tormented him and finally spoke the words.

"Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"

Every blossom that was once fluttering about now froze still as everything fell to a halt. Before you, Knelt, a man, his hair dark as night, skin pale as snow, and eyes ignited in passion. A midnight prince shrouded in shadows, presenting you with a promise. A promise to give you his heart forever.

"Yes!"

Your heart swelled beneath its seams, as you took the ring into your hand, not noticing it was even paper.

"of course, I will buy you an actual ring, this is only tempor-"

You stopped him by yanking his collar toward you, pressing your lips against his own. After realizing what was happening, Keith joined in, snaking his arm around your waist, and smiling against your lips.

If Allura could see through the eyes of her statue. She would be beaming.

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Hello !! I love your writing so much !! I was wondering if we could have a part three for Notice me where Allura finds out that your with Keith and she orders you to break up!! Can you please make it a happy ending ?? Thank you !! Stay safe and healthy !! Its okay if you dont want to do this.

Hi, I am deeply sorry, this has been a busy month for me and I thank you for being so patient. I loved this request! I thought I gave Allura a bad rep in my previous stories, so I also wrote a happy ending for her. I also apologize if this isn't what you had in mind, I got a bit carried away. But anyway, thank you so much for requesting and I hope you have an awesome day!

Notice me - Part 3

Opening inspired by this scene from Howls Moving Castle

A shooting star, befallen from the sky. A flurry of warm and colorful light. You took a chance and chased after it, across a moonlit field. Eyes ablaze in a curious wonder, whilst gazing up at the stream of wishes and dreams bulleting across the sky. You were warned not to engage in such childish things, but as you grew closer, as the light shone brighter. Such notions just disappeared. You rushed after it, catching it just before the ground. Now you had, a shooting star befallen from the sky. So warm and bright. Now that I have it, it will forever be mine, you thought to yourself. But be careful dear reader for once you have something so wonderful, so precious, there are those who will wish to destroy it. 

low laughter and shushing rung from the infirmary door, if anyone were to walk past, they’d know exactly who the culprits were. Keith sat upon the counter, his arm tangled in white bandages and face painted rose. You stood below him, gently fiddling with the long stretches of cotton whilst having to hush his and your own laughter. 

“Your terrible at this” He remarked. Bluntly. 

You laughed, struggling to untangled the multitude of knots you made. “J-just wait” 

“Mhm, okay” he smiled, head angled towards the ceiling. These feeling were so new to him, having someone to tease, smile at and adore. It was a fluttering foreign thing, but a thing he’d now welcome. After falling in love beneath that twilit sky, you two had done far more exploring. He offered to teach you how to spar, going for secret joy rides in the red-lion, you taught him of the kingdoms that planets had, the people that lived there. He told you stories of earth, promising to take you there, even then he taught you what a pinky promise was. 

Recalling these memories he directed his gaze back to you, stygian eyes swirling in warmth. “I love you Y/N” He called out, roping you from your task. 

You shyly ducked your head, hair falling around your soft face. 

“I love you too Keith” You whispered, smaller fingers grasping on to his hand, placing a kiss against his knuckles. His breath hitched, meeting your starry gaze. The way you looked at him, adoringly, it made heart drum fast and his blood go warm. 

“Do you need any help?” he asked, his right hand coming over to the bandage. You gave him a nod, copying his actions. You sat in a tender moment, silently wrapping the white around his injured arm. 

“have you spoken to Allura yet?” Then the moment was broken. 

You let out a defeated sigh, still staring at his hand, in thought.  

“I tried...” 

“And?” 

“I asked her what her thoughts on love were” You brought two pieces of the cotton together. “She said it is a foolish thing” You tightly pulled them together, tying a secure knot on Keith's arm. He watched as your brows furrowed, gentle hands grasping at the table. 

“Why must she be this way?” You asked, eyes alight in frustration. 

“Why must who be this way?” A voice snapped, the door hand been pushed open, revealing a hidden pair of aqua eyes. 

Earlier, whilst Keith and Y/N had scurried into the infirmary, Allura had been searching for you. She was the only one who didn't know of your relationship, the rest of the team were told to keep their mouths shut. And for good reason. Allura didn't want distractions. Allura didn't want giddy romance. Allura didn't want there to be love. at least, that’s what everyone was told. 

“Have any of you seen Y/N” she called, drawing the attention of lance.  

“Pretty sure she’s in the infirmary”  

“Why?” She quickly asked, her voice laced in worry. 

“Um, I'm not sure” 

“Okay, thank you” she nodded at him before making her way. Had something happened to you? Were you okay? Her pace quickened. 

Allura knew she presented herself as a cruel mistress towards you, often scolding you and putting you down. But in truth, she was afraid. Afraid of the vast universe now presented to her. Filled with war, filled with pain. In a inky mass so dense with stars she could easily lose you. She couldn't lose you.  

Before all of this, in a much simpler time. When you were both but small children, giggling in a field of endless flowers, smiling and talking for hours. Back when every secret was shared, back when you both cared. Back when you would apologize and make up, back when tears could be dried and it would be okay if you cried. Back when she was your big sister. 

“Allura!” You gasped, releasing your touch on Keith’s arm. 

“What are doing?” she asked, voice low, filled with a sinking rage. 

“I-I, I'm just...” You looked towards Keith, his coal eyes reflecting back your own worried ones. You swallowed down the trembling inside you, deciding this couldn't go on. 

“I'm helping my boyfriend with his arm” You replied, standing but only a little taller. “Is there a problem” your voice was cold. “Cause if there is you can tell me" You held nothing back, not any more. 

“Why...” She whispered. 

“Why? Why because I love him!-” 

“Why didn't you tell me?” her voice wobbled; hand placed against the door frame. You and Keith turned to each other; eyes wide with confusion. 

“Why would I?” You asked, softening your tone whilst approaching your older sister. 

“Because you always do!” She cried. “Y/N, you're not little anymore, I know, I know you want things that I don’t, I know you love him!” 

You were confused. Allura was confusing. She didn't want this for you yet she wanted you to tell her about it? 

“Y/N” she drew you and Keith's attention. 

“I didn't want you to leave me behind” This truth sunk into you, just as you sunk your arms around her. 

“I'm not going to” you hugged her closer. Tears staining your shoulder as you told her this. Despite the rage you both festered inside for one another, you could put it aside for this moment. You would discuss her methods of keeping you from Keith later. 

Her eyes fluttered open, scarlet in tears, and she peered towards your love. They looked at each other for once with an understanding. An agreement that no matter anything Keith would take care of you. This was the only thing they managed to agree on. But for now, that’s good enough. 

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Hi again! Can I ask for morning fluff with Keith and his s/o? Keith just being really soft with reader and all that?

Hi! this request was so adorable! thank you for sending it in. I hope you enjoy it and please remember to have a wonderful day :)

Keith x Reader - Tired Mornings

The abyss outside lay veiled beneath blanket of moons and stars, each sparkling from some place far away. They provided a dim, milky glow that poured past the window, illuminating the ill-lit room. But despite this darkness it was in fact morning, thus you lay awake, admiring the figure before you. His pale skin aglow beneath the starlight, raven locks soft in the early-morn air. Your face was painted in warmth, heart swelling beneath your chest as you looked lovingly upon the paladin.  

You shuffled closer, almost nose to nose. You listened to the soft puffs of air and watched his gentle breathing, inspecting him like a cat. Eyes wide with an adorable curiosity. You hadn't a clue how your fondness could continue to expand, your heart was bursting at its seams. Your romantic journey was a slow burn, a slow growing blossom waiting to bloom. Now it lay in a display of fresh petals, continuing to travel upwards and your process of love continued to expand. You thought about of far you’ve two come from sending but only small glances to sharing a bed.  

Keith stretched his neck slightly, his dreams swimming back into thoughts. You smiled at him, eyes wide and starry. He gazed upon you, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly open. This didn't last long as he too smiled, pushing himself even closer. 

“What time is it?” he murmured, pressing his forehead against your own. 

“Morning...I think” You tilted your head, sighing out a small laugh. From this he guessed it was soon time to get up. What a shame. 

“Really? We better get going then” he huffed, sitting up. He let out a tired groan, arms stretching towards the sky, giving you a pleasant view of his muscles tight against the stretch of his shirt. He noticed, bringing his hands down to rest upon his knees. He cocked his head to the side, sending you a laughing gaze and proud smirk. Your cheeks began swimming through pools of scarlet.

“I don’t wanna get up” You sighed, curling further into the sheets. 

“Whys that?”  

You looked at him, climbing up from the comfort of your bed just to sit before him. 

“Because”  

You placed soft, cold palms against his cheeks. 

“I want to stay here with you” Your starlit gaze swirled with a tired pleading. One that pulled him back into bed with you, a look, despite his merciless training, stole every ounce of fight from him. 

“Yeah?” 

“mhmm” you nodded, hands moving towards his neck, fingers threading through the inky mullet. 

He let out a small laugh, head outstretched to the ceiling. What was he going to do with you? 

His arms gathered in your waist, pulling you near as you both fell back against the bed.  

“I don’t wanna get up either” 

You crossed your arms against his chest, resting your head. 

“Good” 

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Yoo !! Can I request Pidge with a fem!s/o who’s all over her? Like if Pidge would to leave the room for something, her s/o would whine about missing her already.(bonus points if reader has attachment issues and is like super girly)

Hi, I am incredibly sorry this took me so long (Exam week) but I loved this request! it's so cute! and I hope you enjoy it too. And remember to have a fabulous day :)

Pidge x Clingy, Girly S/O - Pink Pajamas

It was early, very early. Too early to be awake yet there you laid, eyes open. You were on your stomach, legs gently kicking behind you as your arms cuddled into the large plush. Your nose smushed into the soft fabric, eyes observing the person Infront. Your stare glued onto your girlfriend as she worked at the keys, glaring into endless strips of code as if it were a good read. Her biscuit hair was ruffled from the pillows, the skin around her eyes smoky. How you adored Pidge, blissfully unaware of her charm as she sat absorbed in her programming, her cute face so serious. But as much as you loved gazing upon her, you got rather bored. 

“Pidge”  

“Hmm?” 

“I'm bored...” 

She continued typing away, ignoring your sighs. You let out huff before rolling of the sheets, pulling yourself and your cotton pajamas to the desk. 

“What's this?” your lips pressed against her head; arms draped around her shoulders. 

“I'm installing some new functions for Rover” She replied. You slumped your chin against her head, your eyes reflecting back waves of electric blue. You couldn't sleep last night, so you dragged yourself towards Pidge’s room, clutching a tubby plushie, almost as big as yourself. 

“Missed a spot” You mumbled, hand pointing towards a strip of code. The brunette followed your pink nail towards the missed gap, puffing whilst you giggled. 

“Sometimes I forget you can actually code” She remarked. Many did, due to your love for everything cute and pastel, most assumed you didn't take things seriously. 

“Whaaaat? But I'm your girlfriend” You whined, pressing your cheek further into her locks, chest smushed against her neck. Pidge blushed from the contact; heat painted against her cheeks. She had to escape before she would combust. 

“I'm gonna go grab some water” She announced, pushing her wheeled chair from the desk. Your once sleep drunk eyes now flashed in surprise, it was far too cozy for her to leave. You watched in yearning as she made her way for the door, instinct swiftly kicking in. 

You leapt towards her, arms securing her waist, face pressed against her upper back. 

“Please don’t go” you whispered, ducking your head into her neck, soft breath against her cold, night air skin. Yous stayed like that for a tender moment, waiting for her to drag the two of you to the kitchen. But instead, you heard the sound of the automatic door slide close. 

“Okay,” She murmured, rubbing gentle circles upon your arm. Your soft touches and pink pajamas left her in a cuddly mood, how could she resist? 

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okay so omg, you’re like my fav writer rn and i trust you with this idea!! imagine allura’s best friend or just someone who kinda swore to protect her, being there with coran when allura dies, and she kind of starts to build a relationship with lance since theyre both mourning the loss of someone they loved, and then they end up falling for each other, but reader is self conscious of the fact that she’s basically the closest thing lance get to allura and during argument about this he accidentally calls her allura? maybe hurt/comfort :,D

Hi, I am so sorry that this took me forever, thank you for your patience. I love your ideas, this was so amazing to write! thank you for putting in such a good request, an opportunity to practice less flowery scenarios. As always I hope you have an awesome day, thank you! ♡

Lance x Reader - Wounds

Left with pale, glittering ashes pouring from your palms, Allura faded past, leaving but only blurry lavender in her wake. Your once beating heart paused forever, drowned by an all-consuming numbness. This plain, this place, it couldn't be real, could it? This was just a haunting dream, plaguing your sleep but surely, you’d awaken soon. You said goodbye, but yet it didn't feel like the words came out your mouth. You weren't here, this wasn't happening. A hand weighed on your shoulder, grasping tightly, pulling you back. Coran faced you, eyes streaming with tears. Very real tears. 

The weeks following her passing were but a blur. A haze of hurt and loss, pure and utter despair. Many nights spent soaked in tears, curling in towards the giant hole that lay inside you, a vital piece removed. Allura’s death devastated the whole team, cutting deeper than any blade they had faced. But even so, a wound must heal and after months passed by, season after season, they pushed forward. Allura would want them to. She would want you to. But all her dreams, all her plans, her smile. She wouldn't be there! You clutched the fabric of your shirt, trying to pull your heart out. Hot tears Buring down your face, body folded in misery. In the dark of your room lay someone crying, their breaths quick and choked, their face sticky in tears and snot. Her brave warrior, now weeping. 

Light cut through the dusk, piercing through the stygian of your room. Illuminating your wide, glossy eyes, crimson face and messy hair. The blue paladin gazed to you, mouth crinkling into a trembling frown. It seems you were not the only one. 

Your arms hung from a railing; face pointed towards the window before you. By now the Garrison had become familiar. You made somewhat of an effort to talk to people, being taught the ways of earth. So many things you would’ve loved for Allura to see. As her first knight you often brought her flowers from meadows, she’d marvel at each one, expressing how much she’d want to be a knight like yourself. The memory was bittersweet, just one of the many reminders your mind plagued you with. 

“Morning” A voice spoke. Stood behind you was Lance, clad in his tangerine uniform with two coffee mugs. 

He stood beside you and peered at the barren land outside. “Got any jobs to do today?” he asked, gaze still facing the window. You focused on the warm mug in your hands, your face reflecting back from the mahogany drink. 

“Just training with a pilot...James Griffon, I think it was” You replied quietly, blowing at the steam. 

“Boo, he’s the worst” His face scrunched into a displeased look, causing you to laugh. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, total jerk” He shook his head, smiling.  

Despite becoming quite comfortable on earth, your duties often called to Altea. Your hair was threaded by the winds, eyes peering up towards the statue of your princess. The day was bright, birds humming in spring, blossoms fluttering all around. After many seasons flew by you felt yourself start to heal, clutching your chest whilst gazing in pure admiration. She was a warrior, a leader, being her guard was most honorable, but being her closet Ally was even more so. 

“You seem in a good mood today” Lance padded towards you; hands dipped in his pockets. 

“I can’t be sad on such a nice day” You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. A flurry of petals blew past, dancing around your warm face. Lance felt his heart swell. A feeling he had ripped away from him. It was surprising, he tried to push such emotions down but being near you felt like this place, now, decorated in spring and sun. You were warm. And he had been cold for so long time. 

Ink was poured into the sky, devouring every last slither of light until all that lay was an open darkness. A void filled by countless glittering stars, small wishes far, far away. You had become familiar with earths only moon, her pearly face watching over you. Being trained to withstand late operations, your inner clock had become accustomed to the night, but now you hadn't a reason to stay awake. Instead of patrolling you sat posed outside, admiring the twilight like a painting.  

“Thats the little dipper over their” His finger pointed towards a cluster of stars.  

“You humans are so strange, giving names to the stars” You laughed, wrapping yourself further into the blanket. 

“You think so?” He cocked his head, lending you a gentle smile.  

“It's kind of cute...” you murmured, raising your head towards the moon. 

It had been two years since her passing, since then much has changed. As the paladins ventured of to their own endeavors you chose to stick by Lance, visiting his farm from time to time and helping with tours of Altea. You had grown to be good friends, good friends when close to each other felt their hearts race and cheeks warm, good friends that would often make flirty comments (Mainly Lance), good friends that shared a passionate kiss. 

“Y/N...” 

“Yes?” 

“I love you.” 

He pressed his lips against your own, pressing his palm atop your hand. You pushed towards him, heart drumming beneath your chest. He had fallen for the Princess’s guard, heart once again swept up by someone so different. 

Since that moonlit night, you and lance were official. Sharing even more kisses and hugs. You were delighted, you adored him and all he was. Someone so bright lighting up your once dim world. But despite this, despite this burning passion. His eyes. They gazed into yours with immense fondness, just as they gazed into hers. You remember sitting in Allura's room, braiding her mane of lavender, listening to all her stories and woes. 

“Y/N, I have something to tell you” She spun round, delicate hand placed upon your own. Her cheeks were painted crimson, eyes shimmering like ocean waves. “Lance and I...” 

“I know”  

She looked up in surprise, faced with your warm smile.  

Since then, she would always gush to you about everything he said, despite not having the same reaction in front of him. 

“Oh Y/N, he said my eyes looked like the stars” 

“Lance told me my hair was very soft” 

“He said he’s so lucky to be my boyfriend” 

You were so happy for her, seeing the once straight and stressed princess now turned to a little girl blushing and giggling over the smallest things. You thought about this whilst sitting in your bed alone, heart swelled with fluttery love only to sink as your best friend wasn't there to hear it. But it didn't matter anyway, she probably had heard all of these things before. He told you your eyes were like stars, your hair was silky and smooth and how lucky he was to have you as his girlfriend, a smart and powerful girl, with the added bonus of being beautiful. Just like Allura. His starstruck gaze was the same he faced Allura with. She was first. She was the young newfound romance; you were the record the replayed the story. The closest thing to the original, but still not Allura. 

“We have to go back to the earth! My family is waiting!” Lance reasoned. Each trip to Altea you found you yearning to stay, feeling so at home in this new world. 

“We’re always on earth! Can't your farm wait for just a couple more days?” You begged. You loved the simple farm life of earth but were always bound to the stars. 

“No, we can’t” he crossed his arms, eyes darkening. 

“don't you miss exploring space? Seeing the universe” 

“If you wanted to go space exploring then you should’ve gone off with Keith!”  

“Lance, these are my people, the need me!”  

“Allura, I need you!” 

Silence befell the room, consuming all previous shouting, only leaving waves of regret in its wake.  

“Y/N I-” 

“Lance she’s gone!” tears spilled form your eyes. “And no matter how badly you miss her I’ll never be her!” you cried. 

“I’ll never be Allura!” 

“I know that...” his voice trembled, face staring at the ground. “I know...” his fists were clenched and his form was quivering. You couldn't stand it.  

That once healed scar now lay as an open wound, bleeding out, blood painting the floors scarlet. Vulnerable to infections and disease. It had been so long since you felt like this. As if an organ were removed from your body. In lay a spear. One which lance had thrown. 

"No, you don't"

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Hiiii Can u do A Takashi Shirogane X Reader Hcs or a Fic plsss Tumblr Lacks Vld X Reader content TBH and most Blogs aren't Rlly active so-

Sorry to bother ya' take care Darlin'

U don't have to if ya Don't wanna

—Idiot Anon

Hiiii Can u do A Takashi Shirogane X Reader Hcs or a Fic plsss Tumblr Lacks Vld X Reader content TBH and most Blogs aren't Rlly active so-

Hiiii Can u do A Takashi Shirogane X Reader Hcs or a Fic plsss Tumblr Lacks Vld X Reader content TBH and most Blogs aren't Rlly active so-

Hi! I am so sorry! I've been pretty busy lately so I apologize that this took me so long. This piece was different and I had a lot of fun experimenting with this new character! thank you so much for requesting and remember to have a wonderful day : )

Shiro x Reader - Rule Follower

♡Summary - Shiro is bright and rigid but for you, he might bend.

Drifting through the vast cold, a dark plain decorated in polar glitter. A boundless place illuminated only by wishes and dreams. A gorgeous yet common sight for the Paladins of Voltron. But despite this, there was always one who never missed his glance at the far reaches of violet hues. Shiro, like always, had risen before the suns and the rest of his team, roaming the barren halls all alone. He followed routine, unwavering structure and order, often praised for his dedication and participation in whatever he does. Shiro lead and raised people to greater heights, a positive and inspiring individual who many looked up to. But in the hands of a certain someone, the once brawny anchor felt himself crumble. 

As per usual, the white paladin paraded his way through the early morn. Dim eyes scanning the world around him, he was observant, like German shepherd tasked with a police report. Bright and awake, searching for clues. Little did he know of the quiet cat who prayed behind him.  

“Boo!”  

The feline had found the unassuming target, pouncing upon him. 

“Y/N!” He gasped, peering behind to meet your gaze. Your warm arms wrapping around his shoulders, eyes filled with laughter. 

“Morning” You cocked your head, lending him a smile. Shiro let out a deep sigh, taking note of your soft night hair, cotton pajamas and your lazy slump against his back. 

“You're not dressed yet?” he raised a brow. Once again you were back to playing this fluttery game of tug and war, constantly battling with little comments and glances and despite these things being so small, this was a tiresome fight that had gone on for oh so long. 

“It's too early” you released him, moseying away. “Let's go make some breakfast” You let out a big stretch, hands pointing to the sky. So, like his order following nature, he surrendered himself to your sweet calling. Letting out a sigh and smile watching your figure disappear around the hall. 

Truth be told, you often did this. Lead the poor paladin astray, being of similar age he couldn't order you like he did the others but instead lay on equal grounds. It felt somewhat strange to have someone who though mischievous couldn't be bound by rules, someone just as wise and mature as him yet always constantly teasing.  

“I can feel your eyes on me~” You sang, not turning around. Shiro tensed, once again he got lost in thoughts of you, at any moment you could make or break him and he knew this. 

“You flatter yourself too much” he let out an airy laugh, causing you to spin round. Causing his heart to leap as he finally saw your face. 

“Yeah?” your deep gaze boring into his own, playful eyes and devious smirk challenging his furrowed brows and straight cut jaw. 

“Yeah” he stood before you, well above your stature yet still feeling somewhat small. “Someone should really teach you a lesson” he spoke, tone dark yet still teasing and snarky. Your eyes twinkled slightly, lips curling ever upwards. 

“we’ll see” You snickered, flashing a pearly grin before taking your leave. Shiro watched as you sauntered away, a smile still playing his lips. 

“You're getting better Shiro!” You waved, this caused an eruption of flurry in his chest, something he forgot he could feel. 

“But you’ll never be as good as me” Leaving him with a wink. 

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hii can i request pidge and keith with an s/o that’s short and feisty like 4’11 and can hand someone’s ass to them

Hi! I am deeply sorry this took so long, I enjoyed making this! I've yet to get a chance to write about Pidge. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy this. Don't forget to have an awesome day. ♡

Keith and Pidge x Short and fiery S/O (Separate)

Keith – He’s always been considered the hot head of the team, clad in annoyance with a gimlet gaze. Just his posture alone is intimidating and hard to approach. You, on the other hand, boasting a very small physique, didn't exactly induce fear upon first glance. You went upon your days normally, completing necessary tasks in a calm and timely manner. However, despite this level of patience and responsibility, there was a limit and once pushed, the hand of Hades would break through. Keith hadn't once seen this boundary be pushed, his small someone and a long shadow of rage looming behind them, just waiting to come out. 

The morning sun bled hot rays through the window panes, warming a once desolate plane. However, before the sun had even awoken, the employees of the garrison were already busy at work, diving straight into their expertise like bees in a hive. However, there were a few members of the team who struggled to get back into the swing of things. Being back on earth was quite the struggle for the paladins, feeling like an alien on your own planet. They needed to once again find their footing. 

“I'm gonna go help out with the cooking, maybe they need a hand?” Hunk chimed, scratching the back of his head. The rest of the paladins had at least found something to do, the only one left was Keith. 

“Sounds good Hunk!” Shiro then turned to the ravenette beside him, seeing his spirits sink. “Hey, why don’t you ask the pilots if they need any help? Maybe training recruits?” A hand was placed upon Keith’s shoulder, though trying to be, the red paladin didn't find this advice very comforting, after all he did drop out from being a pilot. 

“Fine...” 

Upon entering the training facility, Keith was met with many stares. Every step he took whispers and glances ensued many along the lines of. 

“Hey, isn't that the guy who dropped out?” 

“Why was he picked for Voltron?” 

“What a weirdo...but he’s kinda cute” 

He tried to ignore it as best as he could, struggling beneath the pressure of many eyes. But of course, to the public he wore a scowl and heavy gaze, a kind of bad-boy archetype that left him untouchable. But there would always be one who dared to approach him. 

“What are you doing here?”  

The midnight prince was stopped in his royal tracks, and by none other than a lowly peasant. James Griffon, certified pilot and bully. 

“I came here to help” he tried his best to sound friendly, even softening his sharp eyes. But James was having none of it, only lending the paladin a fiery glare. 

“And why would we want help from a dropout like you?” by now an audience had gathered, eagerly watching the scene unfold before them. “Just go home, Keith, you’ve already been replaced” And as if being back wasn't hard enough. Keith felt his heart crumple, a deep pain striking his chest. He was back where he started, an unliked recruit always getting shouted at, aways hated, always unwanted. The room rippled in shocked gasps, gawking at the scene before them, boring into the coal-haired paladin. 

“Oh...” He murmured, for once Keith didn't feel like getting angry, instead internally accepting this comment has true and giving in to the notion that he was and would ways be unwanted. 

“And what an awful replacement that is”  

James quipped round, his scowl landing on a rather small opponent. “Please, he can't do anything! Not even complete his-” 

“Shut up!” You screamed, a scarlet passion roaring in your eyes, you stormed across the room, heels echoing with each step. Keith watched as your small figure approached James, your hands balled into tight fists. You latched your hand upon the man's neck, roping him down. 

“Huh! -” 

“You listen here, Keith is an amazing pilot and you should be happy to have him help” For a moment he appeared in a state of shock, caught in headlights. But this was soon interrupted. 

“...HA! oh really? I'm guessing this is your guard dog?” he turned his attention to the red paladin. 

“She’s not my-” 

“AHH!” Your nails punctured through his skin, clawing deep into his breath. You dragged your thumb nail towards his lip, stabbing it deep into the flesh. “Yeah... and I might bite” He didn't dare meet your gaze, struggling to breathe beneath your grasp. 

Little did you know, while the room watched horror and infatuation. Keith couldn't be filled with more adoration, seeing you like this, protecting him. For someone so small you induced a large amount of fear in those who crossed you, it was somewhat amusing but also kinda cool... 

Pidge – She’s quite petite herself, so in that regard you two were kindred spirits, relating with the struggles of being so small. Pidge has always been regarded the brains of the group, often shaming others for not knowing an answer, but you were an exception to that, anything you didn't know she’d take the time to explain. With the group you were known has the small couple, adorably complementing each other, as much as she would hate to admit it, Pidge got quite giddy at the thought of you being her adorable partner. However, as much as this warmed her heart, she hadn't expected these roaring flames to be festering inside you, but, she didn't mind. 

The mission had been going smoothly so far, no hiccups nor trips. All that was left was too de-activate the barrier, located in the east quarters of the ship. 

“Pidge, Y/N, once you reach the end of this hallway take another left and you should be at the security room” The princess instructed through the intercom.  

“Thanks, Allura, we’re almost there” Upon taking the left a steel volt lay just near the ends of the hallway. The lights were a deep indigo, painting the long winding hallways in shadows. Pidge felt confident in herself, however the moment you set foot in this place something lay amiss. An ever-looming specter of doubt plagued your mind, cautioning your every step. Something wasn't right and you could feel it. 

“Alrighty, let me decode this pad and we’ll be outta here!” She beamed, pushing up her glasses. You watched as her fingers got to work, dashing along her key pads and gadgets, many of which she treasured. You then turned your attention to the far corridor before you, swallowed in the black jaws of shade, anything could lay beyond those shadows, awaiting its chance to pounce. 

“How much longer?” you pried, tapping your foot. 

“Not long, we’re at 78%” 

“Okay, just checking” 

“Why? Are you scared?” She snickered. You sent her a disapproving glare. 

“This place gives me the creeps Pidge, the sooner we leave the better” you huffed, gesturing to the unhurried tablet. 

“Calm down its almost done” 

“I am calm!” 

“Really? Could have sworn other-” 

“Shh!” you cupped your ear, listening out towards the empty hall. Your heart began drumming beneath your chest, hammering into your brain. Beyond the darkness a pair of footsteps echoed across the floor, approaching quickly. You carefully grasped your sword, standing reading to attack. 

“Pidge, go into the security room” 

From within the moonless realm out came a guard. “RUN!” You shouted, gripping upon the hilt of your blade. They were far greater than you, towering above you figure like a lamppost. But even so, this never stopped Y/N before and it certainly wouldn't stop you now. 

You fought incredibly, each move timed with precision, executed in fury. Pidge watched from behind, admiring each slash your dragged with you heavy sword, landing hit upon hit on the soldier until they lay in nothing but beaten pile. You panted and yelled, sweat glossy on your face. Finally, once they were defeat you leaned across your blade, propped against the metal. Pidge felt her cheeks warm as she watched you heave, brows tightly knit, lips turned into a deep scowl. 

“told you something was up!” you barked. 

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hihi! i’m so glad there’s someone who writes for the vld fandom that’s still active omg your writing is so lovely, you know that episode where they finally make it back to earth? after keith was stuck in the time loop thing and all of that stuff, could you write something about that where like the reader sees him jump out of the car and like bolts towards him like they’ve just missed him sm 👉👈

Hi! thank you so much! this request made my heart swoon~ it's so sweet! I hope you enjoy this and remember to have an awesome day.

Keith x Reader - There you are

The clouds gently passed upon the dull, ashen sky. Swallowing the land in a veil of fog and sending forth the brisk autumn gale. You watched the forest of apricot trees, leaves dripping from their branches before being swept by the wind. As time carried on, the sight of such tangerine shades grew scarce. The flora dispersing into few far and between. The land became barren, acres of forests, dissipating into a mire. 

“We’re almost there now” Coughed a hoarse voice. Beside you sat Allan, a head of sparse silver hairs, a full beard and a crabby face. Despite his ill-temper he treated you with nothing but kindness, as if you were his own. 

“Oh my gosh, I'm so excited” You giggled quietly, peering out upon the icy world. “But nervous to...” You hadn't seen your raven-haired prince in quite some time, the last time being when dropped him off at the Garrison. From then only entropy ensued as he was taken half way across the universe, far, far away. You hadn't heard from him, sharing the worries with the rest of the families that missed their paladins dearly as they fought for their lives in the far reaches of space. Your days were filled with thoughts of him, you worried he wouldn't feel the same. 

“we’re here...” Allan croaked, pulling into the parking lot. Security insisted you waited here, at least until everyone got clearance to go outside. “They said he should be out soon” he reassured, whilst also pushing his seat back and getting comfortable. You flipped open the overhead mirror, inspecting your face. You made sure to fixup your hair, but yet you still pried at a few loose strands. Gazing into the mirror you were met back with a pair of troubled eyes, wide in worry and distress. 

“Allan?”  

“Yes?” 

“What if...what if Keith’s changed” You gazed at the elder beside you, seeking assurance. 

“Probably has” he responded, cap covering his crinkled eyes. “Afterall he’s been travelling through the stars, that ought to change anyone” 

“Yes, but what if he doesn't feel the same way about me anymore” You pleaded, anything to prove your worries. “I mean, we haven't seen each other in so long... what if he doesn't think of me anymore” Your head hung low, spirits sinking deep into a pool of doubt. Going so far in as to think, what if Keith met someone else.  

“Y/N” You were pulled from your pond. “Keith wouldn't be fighting for clearance this soon if he didn't want to see you” Your gaze landed upon the old man. “Infact, they weren't supposed to be out for at least a week but the boy couldn't wait that long” This was true, your concerns couldn't deny such a potent fact. 

“I guess so...” 

About twenty minutes ticked by, you watched the outside eagerly, bouncing your leg in excitement. Suddenly, the main entrance opened up, the metallic doors sliding open.  

“Is that him?” You searched around from your window, trying to get a better view of who it was. From out the large building paraded two guards, shouldering between them a familiar face. “Thats him! That’s him!” You gushed, hand gripping the door handle. Security pointed towards your car, an old scarlet pickup, rugged and beaten compared to the fleet of sleek garrison cars. 

Keith recognized it instantly, something so familiar an unchanging, he felt his heart swell. You clambered out the car, quickly stepping towards him. 

“Keith!” You yelled, waving your hand. His distant figure raised his hand back. 

“Y/N!”  

Your legs moved on their own, pushing into a jog to then a full sprint. Wind rushed past your face as you drew near to each other. Every bit of power was placed in each step, before they could take you away from him. You dashed upon the concrete, launching yourself into his crashing arms. He wrapping himself around you, arms snug upon your waist, swinging you in circles. You let out a summery laugh. 

“Keith” You panted, staring down at him as he held you up.  “Hi” he met your gaze, shadowy eyes filled with adoration. 

“It's been a while” you smiled, as he gently set you down. Your arms still hung around his neck, cupping the ends of his midnight locks. 

“I’ve missed you...so much” He breathed, voice trembling. Before you could respond, he pressed his head into your neck, pulling your figure close. His grip was tight, as if he was never going to see you again, but no. This was hug he didn't get to give you, when he was swept away. This was what he wanted you to know every day he spent protecting the stars, defending the universe. This was what he would never lose again. 

“I know” your fingers threaded through his hair, drawing him near. 

From the other side of the parking lot sat Allan, watching the scene unfold before him. A smile played his lips as he shook his head. Keith was finally home. 

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notice me was so good!! will there be a part 2? :)

Hi! I'm sorry this took so long, but I'm so glad you wanted another part of this because I really enjoyed writing it! like that last piece hope you enjoy this one, the final part to notice me.

Keith x reader - Notice me Part Two

Being born into perpetual darkness means you’ve never been exposed to the light of day, the sun’s rays can only flash in the dark of your dreams. Many have been shrouded into said darkness, bound to roam their midnight world. But let this be known, it only takes a spark to light a flame, and once lit, it's only a matter of determination to keep it alive. 

“What were you thinking? The paladins can't afford to lose focus!” she shrieked; wide eyes boring into your own. You had been arguing for the past hour, as you sat upon the bed and watched your sister paced about the room. “Do you want to jeopardize this mission?” 

“No, I just- it just happened...” You reasoned. You watched as Allura tucked a strand of hair back into her lavender mane, sucking in a deep breath. 

“Well don’t let it happen again” Her words sliced upon your fluttering heart, sinking deep into your once excited feelings. “I expect better of you Y/N” and with that she left, airy gown wafting pass, leaving misery in her wake.  

The following days, you decided it was best to avoid Keith, after all, he saw how enraged Allura had gotten. But never the less your mind was still plagued with thoughts of the ravenette, a moment so electrifying cannot simply be forgotten. And it wasn't, for the Red Paladin wanted nothing more than to see you. 

You sat cozied upon your bed, haloed in the fluorescent light of your room. You had yet to fall asleep, head swarming with too many thoughts. You recalled the argument you had with Allura, your spirits sunk as you could only be a mere distraction to the Paladins, never could you aid them but instead just had to get out of their way. It wasn't fair, you too were a Princess to, but treated like the ghost of the castle. 

Knock, Knock, Knock 

It was late, you suspected everyone to be asleep. Who could come knocking on your door? And better yet why? Well to cease such questions you approached the metallic door, allowing it to slide open. Standing behind, painted in the stygian darkness of the empty hall, stood Keith.  

“Keith?” You quietly called. You wore your pajamas and socks, appearing mellow and soft compared to the shadowy figure who stood in front of you. 

“Hey” he drew closer, pushing his head in towards the light.  

“Why...Why are you here?” You murmured. 

“Uh, could you put your shoes on? I'd like to show you something” You quirked a brow, but then let out a laugh. 

“...Okay?”  You giggled reaching out for the polar boots. Unlike your unbending, unyielding and uncompromising sister, you were quite lenient and open. Something that pleasantly surprised Keith. “But wait” You paused. “What about Allura?” 

“What about Allura?” he repeated back, stepping further into your room. 

“We shouldn't be doing this” Your eyes sunk to the floor, gazing upon your shoes. Once again you let yourself get carried away, too starstruck to pay attention.  

“You're acting like we’re about to rob someone” he laughed, mischief coloring his eyes. “Y/N, what you decide to do isn't up to Allura” Your gaze travelled up towards his own, eyes dripping in starlight, gazing in a newfound wonder. Your head kept hammering down the same grating concerns, but you had long left it in the safety of your room as your heart joined the midnight prince and his plans. 

The two of quietly crept through the darkened castle, making your way to a discreet exit point. Huddling close to one another, making out smiles through the stygian night. You tried to quite your excited giggles, but your heart drummed beneath your chest, your eyes looked adoringly upon the locks of stygian hair in front of you, as if this all was just a dream. Finally, an exit point had been reached and you both stepped into the world outside.  

It was a violet wasteland, filled with rolling winds that gathered glittering dust from the ground, it stretched out for infinity, an ocean of lavender plains. Unlike the ill-lit castle, this place was illuminated by millions of stars and two big, pearly moons. However, these stars were quite unique, they appeared in all the colors, as if millions of dreams were cast in the far reaches of space, filling this hollowed relm with color and light, much like sprinkles on a cake. 

“Wow...” you whispered, wide eyes reflecting splashes of color and glitter. 

“Pidge said that the stars look this way because of something in the planet's atmosphere, changing them to look all colorful” he too gazed upon it. You stayed in a tender silence, eyes roaming about the sky. The wind raked past, tugging gently upon the fabric of your clothes and strands of your hair, you turned to face the paladin.

“Keith?...” 

“Yeah?” 

“Why did you take me out here?” you shyly called. 

He drew close, standing before your smaller stature. He brought his hand towards your face, palm cold against your cheek as he glided it towards your head, pushing away your hair. 

“You can be really dense sometimes” 

He planted a kiss on your forehead. Causing your chest to erupt in a swarm of butterflies and your face to glow in a fiery scarlet. The paladin lent you a cocked smile. If Allura didn't want him to lose focus, he definitely lost it now, gazing upon your adorable fluster. It was never imagined that the hothead of the team and the quiet ghost of the castle would be together under a starry sky, despite this it was a good pairing and not even Allura could deny that. 

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Hiya I love your blog and your fics sm they are so adorable can I please have hcs for Keith with an s/o who is taller than him? Thank you have a nice day and please stay safe, also eat + drink properly! (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ

(!! If this makes you feel uncomfortable in any way please do ignore/delete !!)

Hi, thank you so much for requesting! I really enjoyed making this (Please forgive me, this is my first time making HCs) and I hope you have a wonderful day because you are too sweet!

Keith x Taller S/O - Headcanons

. Between you and Keith, you were definitely the more collected of the pair. Being the one to introduce both of you to new people. Even in minor instances, like when Keith couldn't reach the desired item, it sparked a few flames. But you’d always be there to assist, often finding amusement in his rage.  

. Being taller than him, you’d often find yourself holding. However, in the beginning, Keith was closed off to the thought of being held. As time passed, you reassured safety in him, your warmth would become something he’d often crave.  

. You’d find delight in teasing him, patting his head, and holding something high up so he couldn't reach. This would annoy him until he heard your laugh. You were quite wise and stoic in your ways, often seeming aloof, so it came as a surprise to Keith that you could be so cute.

. One of your favorite actions was wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your chin upon his head. You'd press further into his locks often commenting on how soft his hair was, this would earn you some scarlet cheeks.  

. Despite his height being the but of many of your jokes, Keith held a different position on the battlefield. After training with the Blade of Malmora, he’d grown strong. Probably the strongest fighter on the team. Nonetheless, you still fought as a pair, but, sometimes when he’d outdo you others would’ve expected you to be the more powerful one. Because, of course, the bigger person has to be the better fighter. You wouldn't share these thoughts with Keith, you wanted to be a person to lean on, a person who could listen. But you just couldn't bear such a feeble weakness. 

. “You know Keith, you should make an effort to get along with people, because if nobody befriends you, then who should save you if you fall?” You commented while wrapping a final layer of band-aids around his leg. You knew he was capable on his own, he didn't require help. “You, I hope...” Your gaze flickered upwards in shock, meeting his shadowy eyes. “You’re strong Y/N” he cupped your cheek as you kneeled below him, thumb rubbing circles upon your smooth skin. You leaned further into his touch, "Your right, that was silly of me, I'll always save you"

. During training, you’d often give helpful tips, sometimes forgetting how pretentious it could sound. Your height difference gave you an advantage, but this just wouldn't do for Keith. “It's better to loosen your grip” You'd instruct, a quell smile adorning your face. “Yeah...” he would tackle you down, shoving your back against the cold metallic floor. “Keith!” you’d yell, now huffing beneath him. “You think you're so good, don’t you?” You’d ponder for a moment, his hands pressing your wrist further towards the floor. “No, I know I'm good” You’d respond lending him a laughing gaze. He’d let out a laugh, then face you with an inky, shrouded look. “Do you..., well, I think it's high time someone put you in your place” 

. In truth, before you realized your love for each other. Keith was somewhat envious of your height, it allowed you to take on a more intimidating form, which you’d often use to scare opposing forces. But he’d soon realize you are just a softie, nothing about you warranted any fear. He found this to be quite adorable on you, but would never admit that he likes your soft sides.

. Finally, when getting stuff for him had become a teasing point, Keith turned this around and would often start asking you to get lots and lots of high-up items. “What do you even need this for?” you ask, reaching up for something. “I don’t know, might come in handy though...” he would flash you a smirk.