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One time my little sister tried to teach my cat how to roll over and he sat on her face after she demonstrated how

my brother is teaching his cat how to high five by giving her a treat every time she successfully taps her hand to his hand, which is all well and good, but now she thinks that she is entitled to food every time she high fives someone.  i can’t eat in the same room as her anymore because she’ll just bap my hand rapid fire and then go nyoom straight in for my pizza like no Kelly that’s illegal go finish ur own dinner

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“True Love”

Inspiration: "True Love" by P!nk (aka it’s basically got the lyrics written in sorry Broski’s lmao).

Fluffy Klangst.

Lance sighed heavily as he stared at his feet, only half listening to what Keith was saying.

"Lance! Honestly, pay attention will you?" Keith exclaimed, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed.

Lance looked up and scoffed, "Yeah, sure, whatever, Mullet."

Keith glared, moving closer until they were practically nose to nose. "Shut the Hell up, Lance!" Instead of answering, Lance pushed Keith away, glaring back. "You know, sometimes, I hate every single stupid word you say, Lance!"

"Yeah? And sometimes I wanna slap your face with a chair!" He seemed to lose himself for a moment, before continuing in a much softer tone. "But then again, there's really no one like you, Keith." Lance advanced, gently taking one of Keith's hand into his own. "I mean, I've never met a person who could constantly push my buttons like you do."

"Yeah, I know. And I'm sorry that I'm always getting on your nerves." Keith smiled warmly at Lance, his cheeks tinted pink as he pulled Lance into a hug.

It was safe to say, that without the other, their lives would sincerely suck.

~

Lance hummed happily as he walked up behind Keith, hugging the Red Paladin from behind. "Hey there, Mullet."

Keith grunted in response, "I'm not in the best mood, Lance." He pried himself from Lance's grip and walked down the hall towards his room, Lance not far behind.

"But Keith! What did I do now?"

"Everything!" Keith whirled on Lance, glaring at the boy with angry violet eyes. "You piss me off, and yet I still freaking love you! Always going and flirting with strangers, always poking fun at me, insulting my hair! You know, sometimes I want to hug you, but I also wanna strangle you to death at the same time!"

Lance stared at Keith, processing all that he had just said. "Well, you may be an asshole, but I love you too. You know, sometimes make me really freaking mad."

"Sometimes I ask myself why I'm still here, and ask where else could I go to get away, but... You're the only love I've ever really known, you know?" Keith looked down at his feet, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"You know, sometimes I hate you," Lance replied seriously, hands on his hips. "Sometimes I just really freaking hate you."

Keith laughed, "I guess it must be true love, eh?"

Lance smiled, chuckling softly, "Well, they do say nothing else can break a heart like true love, so I guess it must be that."

"Yeah, no one else can break my heart like you, after all."

~

Lance sat in Keith's room, curled up on the red paladin's bed and staring intensely at the wall.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot!" Lance sat up and yanked at his hair, crying out in frustration. "Why? Why'd you have to..."

Keith stared at Lance, not sure what to say. He just stood there, waiting patiently for Lance to calm down, or to at least confide in him what's wrong.

"Keith! Why'd you do that? Answer me, damn it!"

Keith stared at Lance blankly, "Do what?"

"Push me out of the way!"

"Because I love you."

"Yeah, but you got buried under all that rubble instead! Do you realise how hurtful it was for me, watching and waiting and hoping you'd wake up soon? Did you even stop to consider my feelings on the subject?"

Keith huffed angrily, "And mine freaking don't?"

Lance opened his mouth to reply, but Keith wasn't having it.

"You may think that I didn't consider you're feelings, but I did! But I also considered mine, and neither way looked good, so I took a chance and risked my life for yours!" Keith crossed his arms and hung his head, staring at the ground. "I'd gladly give my life for yours."

Lance didn't speak for a while, and Keith knew he was thinking the same thing.

It wasn't until Lance started giggling that Keith looked up, violet eyes brimming with hurt at the thought of Lance laughing at him.

"Wow, way to be romantic." Lance chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye.

Keith's eyebrows shot up, "What?"

Lance rolled his eyes, "You know, romance? Repeat after me, R-O-M-A-N-C-E." Lance smiled brightly, "You can do it, babe."

Keith laughed, "I know what romance is, Lance. And I can spell it just fine. I was just confused, I guess."

Lance smirked, "Well then, I guess the teacher needs to teach the student a new lesson~" He stood up and walked over to Keith, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck.

"U-uhm, what do you m-mean?" Keith internally cursed himself for stuttering.

"Let me show you~" Lance purred, smirking up at Keith before pulling him into a wild, passionate kiss.

When Shiro found the two naked boys curled up together underneath the sheets the next morning, he didn't have the heart to wake them up, choosing to instead leave them as they were.

~

It was a couple years later, when the Paladins were back on Earth.

Shiro and Allura were happily engaged and were living in the castle, which was now safely hidden away in a beautiful forest where military people apparently couldn't find them. Coran lived there as well, and was always bugging the two with his laughable nonsense, but they didn't care.

Slav, on the other hand, also refused to leave the castle, which meant Shiro had to deal with him until the end of his days. Or Slav's days, if Shiro gets his way. (Don't tell Allura!)

Pidge and Hunk were sharing an apartment in the city, but still constantly visiting their friends. Pidge managed to land a job as a professional hacker for the government, and Hunk opened his own restaurant.

Lance and Keith lived in Keith's old little shack at first, but, due to Lance's constant complaints about how hideous it was and the lack of space and WiFi, Keith finally agreed to move to the city.

They moved into an apartment a couple doors down from Pidge and Hunk, so they were constantly having sleepovers and goofing around and hanging out.

It was paradise.

But then it all changed.

Keith started getting distant, and was constantly nervous around Lance.

Lance didn't know how to figure out what was going on, so he just sat and watched as the love of his life slowly broke their bond, bit by bit.

If only he knew what was causing Keith to break down.

Keith knew Lance was the one he wanted to spend eternity with when they first slept together. He had never felt more loved and cherished than in that very moment.

He went to Shiro for advice, and he realised what he had to do.

He went and bought a set of rings, and hoped to the gods above that Lance would say yes.

It's been a month, and Keith knew that if he procrastinated any longer, it would all fall apart before it even began.

So he set everything up.

A romantic candle lit dinner at Hunk's restaurant (because they all knew that the two would rather eat a good hamburger than something overly expensive and unnecessarily fancy), a friendly moonlit walk along a nearby beach, and finally...

"Hey, Lance?"

Lance snapped his head up to look at Keith, a somewhat dreamy smile on his face. "Yes, babe?"

Keith sighed, before letting go of Lance's hand and stepping away, "I have something important to say."

When Keith looked up at Lance, he could see something akin to fear upon his face, the boy looking ready to bolt.

"Nothing bad, I swear!" Keith rushed out, suddenly internally panicking because what if Lance doesn't want me anymore and says no?

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly when he noticed Lance visibly relax. "It's just... You've always been there for me, even before we were friends. And you never judged me for my past, you didn't judge me for being half Galra, you didn't... You stood by me.

"I don't know if you feel the same after me being all distant and nervous and all, but I know for a fact that I love you, and I don't want to live without you."

He took another deep breath, "Lance McClain, you are one of the most beautiful, most talented, and most charming men I have every met in my life. I love absolutely everything about you. The way you laugh until your stomach hurts, the way you smile constantly, even when your suffering.

"I love the way you wrinkle your nose when you find something rude or cruel or distasteful, and how you always seem to know how to fix problems..."

Keith looked away, getting down on one knee and pulling out a small, purple velvet box.

He looked up at Lance and saw that he was on the verge of tears, a quivering hand covering his mouth.

"I love you more than anything else in this world, and I'd like it if you could be mine forevermore." He looked directly into Lance's eyes and held his gaze as he opened the box, revealing a simple silver band with a single, purple diamond adorning it. "Will you marry me?"

Lance shakily removed his hand from his mouth and held out his left hand for Keith to slip the ring onto, "Idiot. Of course I will."

Keith smiled brightly and jumped to his feet, slipping the ring onto Lance's ring finger and pulling him into a kiss.

"True love came through after all, eh?" Keith mumbled against the others lips, smiling softly.

Lance chuckled, "Yeah, maybe true love does exist. I still hate you, though."

"I hate you too, Lance."

{La Fin}

~Prince Of Shadows

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“When The Butterflies Die Out”

Harry Potter hadn't left his dorm since the beginning of the school year, relying on his close friends Ron Weasly, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, and Blaise Zabini to bring him his meals.

When asked what was wrong, he never answered, merely avoided their gazes and walked away or went back to whatever he was doing, whether it be reading, studying, or sleeping.

His friends were immensely worried, but one person in particular was just tipped off.

She knew what was happening. She had noticed it weeks ago, when Harry had first started avoiding her. She was many things, but a fool? Absolutely not.

Ginny Weasly didn't know what she did wrong, but she knew she did something, because why else would her Harry lock himself away to avoid her? Today was the last straw. She had come up to the shared quarters of the Eighth Years to retrieve her forgotten Potions book, only to find Harry sitting in a red armchair, Neville sat in the blue one on the other side of the chess table.

Both boys seemed invested in the game, but snapped their heads in her direction when she threw her bag to the ground in a fit of rage. Neville seemed transfixed, staring at her unblinking, his face pale and gleaming with sweat. Harry just looked downright horrified.

Good, Ginny thought angrily, glaring at her supposed boyfriend. He very well should be afraid of me.

"Neville Longbottom! Luna has been worried sick, asking everybody in our Potions class if they have seen you! Is playing chess against Potter really that much more important than your worried girlfriend?" Ginny demanded, hands on her hips as she turned her cold, brown eyed glare onto her friend.

"I'm actually sick, Ginny," Neville mumbled in return, shifting his body so he could look at her without hurting his neck. "I have a fever and everything. I just didn't feel like bothering Madame Pomfrey..."

"Oh," Ginny replied, staring at her friend dumbly. "I'll tell Luna, then."

"Yes, thank you."

Ginny looked back to Harry, who was curled in on himself and looking anywhere but at her.

"Ah, Neville?"

"Yes, Ginny?"

"Mind going and getting a pepper up potion, after all? Madame Pomfrey won't mind at all." Ginny smiled at Neville, and the boy nodded vigoriously, not wanting to have to deal with Ginny's possible rage if he denied.

As soon as he was gone, Ginny turned back around only to find Harry tiptoeing towards the stairs, obviously about to head up to his dorm.

"Nope," she mumbled, casting a quick spell to turn the stairs into a slide. Harry slid all the way to the bottom, staring up at Ginny through crooked glasses.

"Explain."

He honestly looked like a confused child for a few moments, obviously racking his brain for the meaning of her question, before realization finally dawned on him.

"I'm sorry."

Ginny raised an eyebrow, "For what? Avoiding me and making me feel like absolute crud?"

"For allowing the butterflies to die Out," Harry replied, lowering his gaze to the ground as he began fidgeting with the hem of his blue T-shirt.

Ginny stared at him in shock, obviously taken aback. "Excuse me? Could you explain that statement, perhaps?"

Harry sighed heavily, reaching up to right his glasses before meeting Ginny's gaze. "I've been avoiding you because I don't feel anything for you anymore."

If Ginny were to say she wasn't hurt by those words, she'd be lying through her teeth. "And you didn't think it would be a good idea to tell me?"

Harry looked away, once again staring at the ground. "I was too afraid to say anything," he whispered, looking immensely ashamed of himself. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"And so you avoid me and hurt me anyways," Ginny stated simply, crossing her arms.

"I'm sorry."

Ginny sighed, Harry looked absolutely pathetic as he sat there, wallowing in self-pity and shame. "Tell me, Harry, what made you realize you didn't have any feelings for me anymore?"

"When you last kissed me."

Ginny closed her eyes and huffed. Yes, she remembers that moment. It was right after they had reunited at Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, as soon as they had sat down in one of the few empty compartments on the train.

She had noticed something was off when he didn't kiss back, but she just brushed it off as shock due to how they hadn't kissed since before he left in the summer to fix up Grimmauld Place (which he had inherited upon Sirius' death) so it was more lively.

"I should have known..." Ginny mumbled to herself, opening her eyes to find that Harry had climbed to his feet and was currently adjusting his clothing.

"I'm so sorry, Ginny..." Harry whispered, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"It's alright, Harry," Ginny replied softly, eyes downcast as she turned to leave, "Just... Give me time. I'm sure we can get back to being just friends in no time."

Harry nodded, though she couldn't see it, "Yeah, I'm sure we can."

"Goodbye, Harry," Ginny said, before exiting the Eight Year common room and heading back to her class.

"Ooh, who's the love potion for?" Luna asked breathlessly, her signature serene smile plastered upon her face as she stood in the doorway of the near-empty classroom.

Ginny gave a small smile in return as she motioned for her friend to enter. "The object of my affections." She quickly poured the potion into a dozen small vials, closing them off and shoving them into the pockets of her robes.

She then pulled out her wand and pointed it at Luna, "Obliviate."

"Oh, hello Ginny. I don't seem to recall how I got here..." Luna said airily, before exiting the room.

"And you never will," Ginny mumbled, before making her way down to the kitchens, politely asking the House Elves for a container of Treacle Tarts.

When asked why, Ginny simply replied with, "Well, me and Harry had a bit of a falling out and I wanted to give him a peace offering to show I bear him no ill will."

{La Fin} ~Prince Of Shadows

((ps: there is no sequel, and you can try and come up with your own version of how this’ll turn out!))

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“Like The Cool Kids”

((Can be perceived as slash[Valdangelo]))

Nico di Angelo stared at his friends. They were laughing and smiling as they sat out on the beach, Nico merely sitting on the sidelines.

His sister- Hazel Levesque- was talking with Frank and Leo, both of whom were listening to her words intently and giving quick responses.

Percy Jackson stood next to Jason Grace, the two debating whether or not they should practice using their elemental powers together.

Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, and Reyna Avira Ramirez-Arellano were talking about battle tactics and how having a daughter of Aphrodite helping with planning could potentially heighten the success of future battle, Piper seemed distressed when Annabeth brought up how Piper would be able to use her powers over fashion and persuasion to help with undercover missions.

And here he was, sitting all alone with his dog, Mrs. O'Leary, and contemplating leaving.

Nico knew he wasn't ever really wanted when it came to others. He was always in the background, always neglected or feared.

It wasn't pleasant.

The dinner horn sounded, and he watched as his friends all walked away towards the dining pavilion, walking in a seemingly perfect straight line, ignoring all the rocks and patches of weeds that got in their way, stepping over or through them.

Nico, himself, preferred to go around. Much easier, less painful.

He got up slowly and, after patting the Hellhounds head lovingly, walked off towards the nearest shadows, walking into them and exiting next to the Hades table. He sat down and stared as his friends all took their respective seats at their respective tables. Frank sat with Clarisse, Hazel on his other side. Nico could spot Reyna sitting next to Annabeth. Jason was seated at the Zeus' table, like usual.

Yeah, they may all have the same heartbeats, but Nico feels like his is falling behind.

In his mind, they were perfect. Hazel had Frank, Leo was always happy, Annabeth was smart (and she had Percy, too), Percy was welcomed as a hero in both camps, Jason has a wonderful girlfriend, Reyna and Frank were Praetors of New Rome, and Piper was strong and immensely beautiful, able to break the stereotypes of her parentage.

Unlike Nico. He's always gloomy and depressed, and when he smiles he can tell it creeps people out. He reeks of death, and doesn't have anybody who's there for him like Frank for Hazel, or Piper for Jason, or Percy for Annabeth and the other way around.

He was a nobody. Just sitting, alone, in the background like the pathetic loner he was.

Nico was staring down at his half eaten pomegranate dejectedly, "I wish I could be like them. The cool kids, is what they are. Damn it, they fit in here, and I fit in a graveyard. I just..." He teared up, ducking his head so his hair blocked his tear filled, obsidian eyes from view. "I wish I was like them."

Leo frowned as he walked behind his friends, all of which were smiling brightly and laughing.

He wanted to hate them for living their life, for having one that was seemingly filled with more happiness than fear and pain... But they honestly don't have a clue what he's going through, not a clue as to what he's feeling, so he can't push himself to speak harshly towards them.

He remembered how after he had returned, he was dragged into a hangout session with his friends (after having about a dozen people smack him across the face, mainly Piper and his siblings, as Calypso silently stood to the side, watching her boyfriend being pummelled to death), and how everybody were talking about what their lives were like before this quest and after.

They all had it better in the end. He was still suffering. They had family, he didn't.

They spoke of college, Annabeth was the only one who knew what she wanted.

Leo knew what he wanted, but he couldn't reach it with what was happening now. He and Calypso were to leave with Apollo on a quest in a few days, even if he didn't want to. He knew Calypso sure as Hades didn't.

Leo just wished he were like his friends, they would know what to do. He wasn't a fighter, just a lowly mechanic.

He didn't know how to handle a god who was in a mortal body, didn't know how to handle a goddess turned mortal who dearly missed her powers and fought with him constantly.

He wished he was like the others.

It wasn't until he was sat at the Hephaestus' table for dinner that he noticed Nico suddenly appearing at the Hades table, seemingly deep in thought.

He swiftly got up and headed over, drawing the attention of his fellow half-bloods, but he payed them no mind as he sat down across from Nico, who looked up at him.

They locked eyes, and Leo understood.

He knew they felt the same.

"I wish I could be like the others, the so called 'Cool Kids' of the Mythological world, the ones who're popular and always treated with respect."

They didn't say it, it was left unspoken, but they both knew what the other meant.

Leo couldn't help but hum a small tune, only to have Nico silently sing along.

"I wish that I could, be like the cool kids..." Nico's voice was dark and rich, and Leo couldn't help but want to hear more. He gave a small sound of happiness when Nico continued. "'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in..."

"I wish that I could, be like the cool kids, the cool kids!" Leo added, much louder than the son of Hades, causing heads to turn their way.

By this point, the two boys didn't care. Nico stood up, surprising everybody (including himself) when he climbed up onto the table and pulled Leo up with him, and began to sing that very song from the very beginning.

Leo quickly joined in, pulling a small ukulele from his tool belt and strumming along to their conjoined voices.

The two began making broad gestures to their friends and the world around them as they got more and more into the song, their voices positively dripping with sadness, loneliness and pain as they continued on.

They finished singing, both of them now sitting on the table, back to back and panting heavily as they had began to practically scream the lyrics, the rest of the members of the Prophecy of Seven quickly getting up to move towards them.

Nico wasn't having any of it.

He grabbed hold of Leo, who was still tiredly strumming out the final chords to the song, and shadow travelled them to Bunker Nine.

"I can't believe we actually...." Leo mumbled, helping an exhausted Nico over to the makeshift bed in the far corner.

"Yeah, neither can I," Nico replied, shoulders shaking softly as he finally became to tired to contain his tears. "That was emotionally exhausting, and I never..."

Leo hugged him, and Nico could tell the shorter boy was crying as well, but they both didn't seem to care as they sat there in silence, merely hugging each other, trying to be comforting for the other.

"Let's sleep, okay? We'll feel better in the morning."

Nico nodded and lied down, Leo doing the same.

They fell asleep to the sound of each others broken, yet slowly healing, hearts.

{La Fin}

~Prince Of Shadows

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