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mangleschmidt · 3 years

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“Half Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware” but it’s Danganronpa V3 but the AI is Self-Aware AU

An AU I had talked about with @carlitagt on Discord like 8-9 months ago. And now I will share whatever we were talking about.

Short explanation of the au, Gonta breaks the game.

Spoilers for Danganronpa V3 and it gets rambly:

Long explanation. I find it more comical if Gonta is the Dr Coomer of the group, pretty much the self-aware ai and has stupid amounts of power, as if his strength isn’t enough. But his intelligence and personality remains so Shuichi/Kaede would treat Gonta like how Gordon Freeman would treat Tommy.

I also like to imagine Gonta just takes down an exisal with the glock he finds in Maki’s lab and the power of his fists, all in Half-life/tf2 style just to make it look more funnier. Maki just lets him, cuz he’s not Kokichi.

For the others? Not entirely sure but they follow the game script and then goes rogue because Gonta fucked everything up and everyone is alive. The supposedly dead students just do whatever and Rantaro/Kaede sometimes brute forcing their way like they’re a player in a fps game, kinda like Dr. Bubby.

Other than Kaede, Tsumugi, Rantaro and Shuichi having some form of self-awareness due to their status (the most self-aware in the class are the protagonists ofc), Kokichi is also self-aware because that’s canon but doesn’t have the same level.

Kokichi: *something along the lines of nobody likes me bc i cant write kokichi*

Gonta: Dont worry, Ouma-kun, you place 2nd on MyNavi poll and first on the electronic poll of on the gaming magazine Dengeki, so you're the most popular out of all us :)

Shuichi: *tries not to laugh* So where do you placed Gonta-kun?

Gonta: 12th and on the post cards, Gonta is at 14th. On the electronic poll, Gonta is 3rd. Drastic differences but Gonta is not as popular as Ouma-kun

Kokichi: ...

(This is from a real poll held in Japan btw)

More quotes

Shuichi/Kaede with Gonta in this au: Oh dear, oh dear, gorgeous

Shuichi/Kaede with others: You fucking donkey

Gonta, putting the gun at Shuichi: Saihara-kun, Gonta has found a gun

Shuichi: Gonta-kun! Dont point it at me- wait where did you get that?

Gonta: Gonta found it in Maki's lab, it's at her front door

Shuichi: Maki's what?! You shouldn't play with that

Gonta: turns and points the gun at Monokuma Gonta believes this is how you use a gun

Monokuma: H-hey! It's against the rules to fight against the Headmaster

Gonta: turns the safety off It doesn't say about the Exisals

Also, Gonta gets a lot of screentime just because of how chaotic he became. Gonta also tries to connect with Shuichi like he did with Kaede in the first fte, just cuz i feel like it would be really interesting and Shuichi just let’s him.

Gonta, sits on the grass: Saihara-kun, do you know forensics?

Shuichi: Well yeah, but I usually don't solve murder though it can be useful in other cases

Gonta: Gonta also know forensics. Forensics entomology in fact. It can help solve murders. Usually to know when the body starts decaying and also know more about the location of the place. Unless the body has been tampered with, say, stored in a fridge or cold area, you can tell when the person died by the development of the maggots in their body. It's postmorten.

Shuichi: ...

Gonta: Hello Saihara-kun

What happens in Chapter 4, you may ask? Welp. Kokichi doesn’t rely on Gonta in chapter 4 but instead relies on Shuichi. But when they all got in the murder part, Kokichi stops in the middle of his speech and looks to his right. Miu and Shuichi look at their left and Gonta is just fucking standing there. No one knew how he got there but he got there.

Gonta: Saihara-kun, Iruma-san murder is bad ):

Miu: Wh- how- what are you doing here?! Stay back! People outside need me

Gonta: But Iruma-san ):

Kokichi: How the fuck did you got here?

Gonta: Trimping

Kokichi: You’re not even playing Demoknight tf2 wtf

Then everything get a bit dark in that bit. Gonta would just straight up tell Miu that there’s nothing beyond the walls of the school. (Similar when like Dr Coomer flew off out of the mountains, came back and said “there’s nothing there”, indicating that there’s no map beyond what they’re supposed to see. Self-aware ai)

Gonta would off-handedly mentions that he’s supposed to be on Saihara’s place and he’s supposed to see the flashback light and kill Miu. Shuichi is just so surprised but doesn’t know what to comment and Gonta almost never mentions it again. Until he “mentions” it after surviving and Gonta told Shuichi that he doesn’t know what to do after surviving for no reason.

Yeah it did get a bit dark but it got comical afterwards

Gonta: Saihara-kun, Gonta doesn’t know what to do after surviving ):

Shuichi: Just.... do whatever you pal. You saved our butts afterall

Gonta: :D Weee crashes on an exisal and beats it up with a crowbar

Kokichi would still go by the mastermind plan despite it being out of character now since they still gotta go with the actual game script. But fortunately for him, Gonta got even more stronger in Chapter 5.

Chapter 6 is probs gonna be like:

Gonta: *does some trippy shit and kicks ass*

Miu: *joins in kicks some Exisal ass*

Kaito: *joins in* Don’t fuck with the Science teaaammmm!!!!!

Tsumugi: Crying

Everyone would be looking for clues while Gonta just disappeared and comes back with the dead student he wasn’t able to save while messing around.

Someone like Kirumi but I have like two outcomes where he either trimps his way to Ryoma’s room with Shuichi from the pool area since that’s technically not against the rules and caught Kirumi doing the murder plan or in the class trial where he was blamed for the murder of Ryoma he straight up spits with facts

Kirumi: You’re one of the only ones who could possibly do this murder

Gonta, pulls out his own truth glock: Says the culprit

Kokichi: Can you like nerf Gonta?

Monokuma: That’s the problem, I don’t know and I can’t. Well this sucks, now the fun is ruined

Kaede: Good

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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years

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Class is over (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! The beginning of this fic has been written at least a month ago, and has been sitting in the back of my PC ever since (it has a lot of siblings too btw). It's fluff cause we need some happiness in those gloomy times. It's a part of Ever Since I Met You series (an AU in which Ethan and Claire met while she was still in med school).

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23631865

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He could feel at least three pairs of eyes, drilling holes into the back of his head. It didn’t take a genius to know exactly why he had their attention, why they couldn’t stop stealing glances at him, why he felt as though he was sitting on a display, for everyone to see. There was no way they had even the slightest idea why he was there.

After all, what could be the reason for Ethan Ramsey being in the halls of the medical school?

As it turned out, they wouldn’t have to wait long to find out. A sound of chairs moving against the floor could be heard, along with the increasing amount of voices, talking as the class ended. Seconds later, the door flew open and a hoard of students started pouring out of the room, dispersing in various directions. He was standing near the side of the room, checking his watch when his body was slammed against the wall, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his neck. If he could have protested, he probably would have, but he suddenly found his lips preoccupied. Ethan’s instincts kicked in, instantly knowing who he had his arms full of, his hands stroking her back softly, falling deeply into their closeness.

“I missed you.” Claire muttered when they separated, her smile getting wider by the second, a familiar shiver running down her spine as he held her securely close to him. He nudged her nose with his, smirk pulling on his lips.

“Likewise, Miss Herondale.”

He had an amused look on his face when she leaned back to take in his appearance. They haven’t seen each other for two weeks due to him attending a conference in Denver. It was the first time they were away from one another for that long since they met and after six days it became apparent that it would be difficult for both of them. The amount of work definitely helped, but every sliver of free time came with an irresistible itch to reach for their phone and communicate somehow.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before one of my teachers decides to pull you in for a lecture.” She teased, pulling on his hand to drag him down the hall an out the building.

It was a bright day. Rays of sunshine hit his back, warming him up, almost as much as the feel of her hand in the back pocket of his pants, the notion putting ideas and images in his head, despite the look on her face with which she tried to seem innocent. His own hand was resting on her shoulder blade, rubbing lazy circles against the fabric of her shirt.

“Since you don’t have any classes for the next three days, I thought we could get out of town. A road trip if you will.” He suggested, nudging her forehead with his nose, a smile she couldn’t see lighting up his face.

“Okay, first of all, I love the idea. But second, and what I love even more, is how much effort you put into finding out when I don’t have classes so you could steal me away from the world.” Claire’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she turned around, pulling him to the side of the sidewalk so they could just stop and stare at each other. She stood on the tips of her toes so her lips could brush against his teasingly. “If you wanted me all to yourself, you could have just asked. I’m more than willing to participate in… whatever activity you have planned.” Her fingers brushed his locks away from his forehead affectionately, pulling on the ends with a playful wink. “Like knitting or baking.”

“What I have in mind requires you to be entirely focused on what you want. And it involves hardly any fabric, so your clothes would be a mere distraction.” Their eyes locked onto one another, a silent battle of who would break the contact first. She always won, claiming that years and years of practice with her brother in that exact discipline made her an unbeatable champion.

“My, my, Dr. Ramsey! I would never take you for a man to talk about such things in public!” her hand made contact with his arm, squeezing his muscles through the thin material of his shirt for a short moment. The warmth of her touch spread a wave of heat down his limb, reaching the very far end of his body, making him come alive.

“I meant swimming, Miss Herondale. Whatever else would be on your mind?” he pretended to be shocked, but they both knew he was just teasing her. It was a game they were both playing, both of them excellent players, worthy opponents for the other. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling their bodies flush against one another, a quiet groan escaping him.

“I know exactly what I want, Dr. Ramsey. And it has nothing to do with swimming.” She muttered, pressing their lips together in a heated, albeit short kiss. His grip on her tightened, lifting off the ground, her feet dangling above the sidewalk by a few inches.

It was in that exact moment that a stranger bumped into them, sending them both onto the nearest wall. He shielded her from the impact, recklessly reaching out towards the wall with his left hand to break their fall. If he was standing nearby and looking at the situation from aside, he would call himself an idiot for doing something so stupid. It was a recipe for a disaster, but in that particular moment he couldn’t possible put himself outside his position long enough to decide what he should do, which led to where they were now.

At the hospital.

He was sitting on the bed, cursing under his breath. Claire was seated in a chair, next to him, running soothing circles on the back of his palm. Every time he got distracted by her touch, long enough to forget about pain and sheer annoyance at the fact that he was a patient when he should be a doctor.

“You’re going to run a hole in your mind if your thoughts keep racing in there like that.” She nudged his knee with hers, smiling sympathetically. She got why he was upset; she would be too. They were the same in that sense. The thought of having her hand immobilized for upcoming weeks would drive her mad. Fortunately for him, he didn’t have to go through this alone.

The door opened quietly, then closed, followed by the sound of the footsteps that approached them. Ethan looked up from Claire’s face, scoffing when he saw who joined them. She turned around in her seat, curious after his reaction.

An older man was standing in the middle of the room, a teasing smile on his lips as he looked between the pair in front of him. Claire had only a faint clue as to who it was, but soon enough, her doubts were diminished.

“It takes a literal accident for you to introduce me to her. I’m disappointed in you, Ethan.” The man chuckled, and from the tone of his speech, she immediately recognized him as Naveen, Ethan’s mentor and what seemed to be his only friend besides Jenner.

“Believe me, I would much rather have you two meet over dinner and wine.” He winced in pain, gritting his teeth together as another sharp tug shot up his arm. Claire stood up, extending her hand towards the older man.

“It’s very nice to meet you…?”

“Naveen, please. You are the first person to get through that thick skull of his, Miss Herondale.” He said, grinning at the younger man on the bed.

“Claire is absolutely fine, Naveen. He talks about you all the time.” They shook their hands firmly, sharing warm smiles.

“That’s funny, I was about to say the same thing about you.”

The two of them laughed, leaving Ethan to observe them. Of course, if he could choose, he would have them meet somewhere that didn’t involve a broken wrist, but the feel he got from them interacting ensured him in what he already knew. Those two would be great friends, teasing him at any given occasion without a doubt too, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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One year later

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The smell of coffee hit his nose as he entered the shop, immediately spotting the two of them in the far corner of the room. Three cups of coffee on the table meant that he didn’t have to make a detour to get one for himself, instead aiming his steps towards his companions and eventually taking a seat next to his wife. His lips touched her forehead in a tender, although not long enough kiss, before nodding towards their mutual friend.

“You two working together must be hell. How many times have you caught yourself wanting to reach out to one another today?” Naveen grinned, taking a sip of his drink. Claire shook her head, claiming that she had enough self-control to keep her hands to herself.

“Unlike Ethan, who’s hand I had to slap away from my waist at least three times today. And here I was, thinking that ethics were his main priority.” She mused, smiling lightly at him, a tender sliver of emotion in her gaze. He laced their fingers together, running his thumb over the skin of her palm.

“You’re my main priority. And don’t you forget it.” he emphasized his point, looking directly at her with a serious expression. She nodded, pulling her hand out of his grasp so she could squeeze the tip of his nose with her two fingers teasingly. Naveen laughed at their playful banter, pride swelling in his chest.

“I can’t wait for you two to break the news in the hospital. That building won’t be able to handle it.” He sipped his coffee, deep in his thoughts for a short moment. A teasing grin broke out on his face, his index finger tapping against his chin. “I won’t mind though; the gossip will be out of this world.”

#ethan ramsey #open heart #ethan x mc #mc x ethan #dr. ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #mc x ethan ramsey #choices #fic #fanfiction #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfiction

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goodtimingz · 4 years

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dreaming you would come true

intro. pt1. pt2. pt3. pt4. pt5.

AN: I’m so sorry for the long wait, I have 2 weeks before midterms are over and I can write all about park jaehyung and day6 (can’t wait).(rn i’m writing bc 4am vibes) HAPPY MYDAY ANNIVERSARY BTW <3

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tags: studentlife, jae day6, fluff, college!au, sexual acts implied.

: the one where you meet jae in your second year of college and it’s basically love at first sight. just little excerpts of what i think a relationship w jae would be like c:

1k words.

As the day passes, my heart grows deeper and deeper for you.

The night before Jae had left to fly home, the two of you had been determined to make it memorable. That obviously meant eating McDonalds at midnight, walking around the town holding hands for hours and cuddling until his alarm sang at 8am. Maybe the two of you were clingy, the honey-moon phase very alive… But it still felt good to be together even if one month wasn’t supposed to be a long time.

Surprisingly it wasn’t so bad. Jae had rang you every day even for just 5 minutes to tell you a bad joke, and between that Wonpil had visited your room about 3 times a day just because he could. The break had felt great, but when Jae knocked on your door at 8pm on a Saturday, you couldn’t refrain from jumping into his arms immediately.

“Feels good to be home.” Jae laughed loudly, his arms tightly wrapped around you. You blushed, placing a kiss on his cheek for good measure. When he placed you down, it took about 20 seconds before you had pushed him onto your bed and joined his side, resting your head in his arms happily. Being with Jae again felt like meeting him for the first time, but feeling so safe at the same time.

Jae placed a kiss on your head before wriggling his arm out from underneath your neck. “I bought you something…” He reached into his bag, pulling out a big bottle of Vodka with a bow on it, but it didn’t stop there. He reached outside your door only to present you with a skateboard. Trust Jae, alcohol and skating was a summary of his favourite hobbies.

“Are you sending me a message here?” You raised an eyebrow before a grin spread across your face. Jae placed the two objects infront of you with a deep and dramatic bow. “For you my queen… and yes.”

Message received loud and clear. Tonight’s plans were skating and drinking until you couldn’t stand up straight. Jae had been wanting to teach you how to skateboard for so long, he wouldn’t stop talking about it. Although you whined in response about breaking your back if you tried, the thought of being able to skate with Jae late at night seemed fun.

“Thank you so much Jae!” You hugged him gleefully. You could feel his smile against your neck, the smile that knew he’d made you happy. “I also bought you something…” You detached yourself from him, reaching into your drawer before sitting on your bed. Jae raised his eyebrows in surprise but sat back quietly. Pulling out a small box with gold letters writing “TO Jae.” on the top. You handed it to Jae, watching as he gently took it from you and opened it.

You’d spent hours searching for something decent, something Jae wouldn’t call cheesy or tease you for (out of love), something he’d actually use. This lead you to a website that made cuff bracelets with personal engraving, and you knew Jae would look too good with one of them. Of course, it had only been one month (officially), so you went for the subtlest engraving you could think of, which was the longitude of your University. Hoping, wishing that the bracelet would be meaningful for a long time to come.

Jae’s big, wide eyes looked up at you from underneath his long hair. He looked so sweet and innocent like that and you couldn’t help but melt. “Thank you, I love it Y/N.”

Suddenly Jae was directly in front of you, his nose nearly touching yours. You had missed this, his breath fanning across your lips and his eyes shutting gently as you leaned in to meet his lips. When you kissed Jae it felt driven, almost every time. His lips moved quickly and then slowly, always first to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, and you weren’t one to deny him. He parted your legs to make space for him, pushing you back so you were lying on your bed with him on top. His hands travelled from your hips up, while you tangled your hands in his hair softly. When you finally pulled back for a breath, Jae scrunched his nose cutely before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I think it’s time you teach me how to skate, don’t you think?” You spoke breathily, pushing yourself to sit up again.

Jae whined, obviously a bit needy (which was beyond cute). Of course that lasted for about a minute before he excitedly picked up your board while you rushed to grab your coat. In the 2 days after you’d cried infront of him, you two had been … busy to say the least. But whenever you asked to stop or didn’t want to, Jae would always respect your decision. He would quickly bounce on to the next topic or activity like it was no big deal, and it wasn’t.

The cold night air felt like a slap the minute the two of you stepped out of your dorm. Jae had been quick to place your hand in his pocket while you carried the skateboard to Jae’s dormitory. There were few people out at this time, but the familiar sound of skateboard wheels on concrete echoed through the quiet streets. “Youngk and Dowoon flew back about 12 today, wanna bet it’s them?” Jae informed you, listening as the sound grew louder. As expected, when the two of you turned the corner you were nearly hit by the pair.

"Jae! Y/N!" Dowoon greeted happily. He went in for a hug while Younghyun's just smiled awkwardly... Weird. Jae almost immediately noticed the fox-like boy's vibe was far off.

You greeted them from Jae's side, obviously noticing Younghyun's demeanour also. After about 2 minutes of making plans to meet later in the week, the boys went on their way.

"What's up with Younghyun?" You asked, gazing up to meet Jae's eyes as soon as the two were out of ear-shot. Jae could only shrug in response with a puzzled expression. "Maybe his crush didn't text him back," is all he could say, but he noticed the worry on your face didn't fade one bit. He really loved that you put so much effort into getting to know his friends and caring about them, but he didn't want this to cloud your thoughts.

"I'm sure he'll tell us in the morning, you know how he is." Jae smiled, kissing you gently on the forehead. You'd finally arrived at his dormitory and he ran inside to get his board. Jae's mind raced as he rushed around his room to grab a scarf and some bandaids incase you fell (or he did). He also couldn't get Younghyun out of his head.

He returned to you with an apologetic smile, taking your hand in his. "Are you ready for this?"

You both placed your boards down and Jae positioned himself infront of you on the flat concrete outside of the dorm. He tried to explain the stance you should take and any precautions because the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. He'd spent hours looking for a decent board for you, altering it for the best control and he was beyond nervous. Jae watched as you had your first attempt, biting his lip nervously before a wide grin spread. You moved slowly, and your body wobbled despite him holding your arm (and you holding onto him with a death grip). However, it was adorable watching his girl taking enough interest in his hobbies like this, and you were trying so hard!

Jae could watch the grin that spread across your face when you passed each milestone on replay. The way you laughed every time you fell, and the way you poked fun at him whenever he fell was all too much like the dreams he'd had. You, Him, a freezing cold night, skating. His heart was full.

Skating represented Jae well. Whenever you stood on the board it felt so unstable, but when you kicked off it felt safer each time. That's kinda how you felt with Jae. At first he seemed too chill, too much like he didn't really mind life passing by for your taste. However, as time went by you learnt that he did care, he was surprisingly organised (spreadsheets for days) and his main goal was to make you feel happy, loved and safe.

Just like the feeling of your cheeks going numb from the cold and the laughter that came with it, Jae's love felt like that. Like a cold night that didn't matter, because you had each other.

Jae had fallen off about 3 times already, although he successfully performed an ollie after 10 attempts ("I swear I've done this 100s of times before!"), and you had laughed so hard that your voice grew hoarse. Which meant one thing, and one thing only. Time for a good old macca's run and some alcohol. Exactly how 2 college students should spend a saturday night.

"Y/N, I think you're making me an alcoholic." Jae laughed, pinching your cheeks in a teasing motion. The two of you sat once again on your rooms floor, listening to 88rising and making comments every so often. "Jae, we both know you're the bad influence here! Look!" You giggled, reaching out to point at the small plaster on his knee as an excuse to steal another fry from his McDonald's bag. Jae looked as if he was about to protest, before quickly diving in to steal a nugget from you.

And for the rest of the night you caught up on everything and anything, stole a lot of food from each other and drank a bit too much. (Which of course meant you spent 20 minutes just laughing at each other hard out because Jae tried to imitate a spider).

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krasierisawesome · 6 years

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Voltron Christmas Fanfiction (with a lot of klance)

Hey, everyone! That ending was...rough, to say the least. But it’s almost Christmas, so I wrote a fanfic that isn’t quite an AU, but takes place after a different ending.

Allura is alive, Keith and Lance are together, and they defeated the galra a few years ago. Those are the major details you should probably note.

Btw, I’m not super into writing romance, so this is really unusual for me, but I love Keith and Lance so much.

I hope you enjoy! Please Reblog if you do!

There was a careful knock on Keith’s door. He sat up on his couch, where he’d been lying for what felt like hours. Who could be at his apartment on a Sunday?

“Who’s there?” he called.

There was a muffled reply.

Keith stood up and peered through the peephole in his door.

Lance.

He swung the door open. Lance stumbled in, carrying three overflowing boxes, which he promptly dropped onto the floor.

“What are you doing here?” Keith asked.

Lance looked up, slightly out of breath. A smile spread across his face as he panted. “I’m helping you set up everything.”

“Everything? For what?”

He pulled one of the boxes open, and piles of tinsel flew out onto the floor.

“For Christmas,” Lance said. “We’re inviting the others.”

“The….others?”

“Pidge, Matt, Shiro, Hunk, Allura, Coran….” he trailed off. “You know. The others.”

“But we haven’t spoken in like….” Keith paused for a moment to recall. “More than a year.”

“Exactly,” Lance said. “We meet up with the others every year to keep in touch. But we haven’t met up yet this year.” He opened another box and took out a ceramic statue of santa. “So I invited everyone to a Christmas party.”

“In my apartment?”

“Well, we can’t have it in mine,” Lance said. “Too small. Too gloomy.”

Keith fumbled for words. “Where did you get all this stuff?!”

“Thrift store. Now,” he stood up and nudged Keith’s shoulder. “Help me set it up.”

“But….I don’t….. Lance, I’m not throwing a Christmas party.”

“Of course not.” Lance tossed him a ball of tinsel. “We’re throwing a Christmas party.”

“Can’t we just do something small? You know, like we did last year?”

“Last year it was just you and me on Christmas,” Lance reminded him. “This year, we need to make room for everybody.”

“Didn’t they all have plans? Pidge always spends Christmas with her family.”

“Pidge took some persuading,” Lance said. “I told her that she and Matt could bring their parents too.”

“What?!” Keith grabbed Lance’s arm to keep him from setting any other decorations up. “Lance! There isn’t enough room in my apartment for so many people!”

“Come on, man,” Lance said. “Please?”

“I’m not having a Christmas party,” Keith insisted. “That’s final.”

Lance pouted.

“Besides,” Keith continued. “Aren’t you doing some sort of Christmas thing with your family?”

“Not until the 28th,” Lance said. “My brother has bronchitis, and it’ll take some time for that to clear up. On Christmas, I’ll just be in my tiny apartment….alone…..watching Die Hard and eating microwave popcorn.”

“Shut up,” Keith said. “You’ll find something to do.”

Lance shook his head. “Well, I guess I’ll return all of this junk, then.” He picked up a box, not bothering to close it. “Bye.”

He slowly made his way towards the door.

“Wait,” Keith said. His voice had betrayed him again. He spoke through gritted teeth, as if trying to prevent himself from speaking. “I guess…..” he sighed. “We’re throwing a Christmas party.”

Lance’s face lit up. He dropped the box and hugged Keith. “Thank you so much! I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Already do,” Keith said. “This is likely the worst decision I’ve ever made.”

“Not even in the top ten,” Lance said quickly. “I’m going to get some more boxes, okay?”

“Okay,” Keith muttered.

“I love you!”

That made Keith smile, though he made a conscious effort to hide it. His boyfriend was like an excited golden retriever around the holidays.

But it didn’t matter. The party would eventually be done, and if Lance was happy, Keith would be happy too.

Lance poked his head back into the apartment. “By the way, they’re coming for dinner on Christmas eve, and I told Pidge that she could bring her dog!”

Before Keith could react, Lance bolted back down the hall.

“Okay,” Keith said, zipping up his jacket. “We’re going to need a Christmas dinner, and we’re going to need it to be big. What are you thinking?”

Lance followed after him, running up and down the sidewalk excitedly. “We could do a turkey….. And maybe some ham, too. And of course we’ll need some side dishes.”

“Like….stuffing?”

“What? No. Come on, Keith. It isn’t Thanksgiving.”

“Okay. Well, what were you thinking?”

Lance scanned the signs on the outside of every store. “We could make some damn good lasagna. And I know how to make a dutch apple pie.”

“What about a blueberry pie?”

Lance scoffed. “Who do I look like, Gordon Ramsay?”

The confused expression on Keith’s face made Lance chuckle to himself.

“Let’s just go to the nearest supermarket,” Keith decided. “We’ll probably find what we need inside.”

They walked on together in silence. Cars passed by, leaving trails of exhaust. Pedestrians came and went everywhere. Keith usually didn’t leave his apartment on Sundays. There were always too many people out and about.

Lance looked at Keith and smiled.

“What?” Keith asked.

“I love you so much,” Lance said.

That took Keith by surprise, but he responded on instinct. “I love you too.”

Lance grabbed Keith’s hand and continued walking down the street.

Keith laughed. “You’re such a dork.”

When they reached the supermarket, it was even more crowded than the streets. It seemed that they weren’t the only ones doing last minute Christmas shopping.

“This is great,” Keith said sarcastically.

“It’ll be okay,” Lance promised. “I go to the store on Sunday all the time. We just have to go in, get what we need, and get through the checkout as quickly as possible.

“But we don’t know what we need,” Keith reminded him. “And the lines will be a mile long. Maybe we should just-”

“Nope.” Lance hooked their arms together and pulled Keith into the store. “We’re going.”

It was just as terrible as Keith had feared. People were fighting over Christmas presents, arguing about sales, and throwing things at each other. Keith had to duck to avoid a flying bunch of carrots.

“Who the hell throws carrots?!”

Lance laughed.

“Shut up,” Keith told him. “Let’s just get a turkey.”

“Whatever you say.”

They tried to run towards the poultry section, but they were surrounded by a crowd.

“Split up?” Lance said, a hint of adventure in his voice.

Keith groaned miserably. “Yeah. Split up.”

“I’ll get some frozen lasagna.” Lance turned and bolted towards the frozen food section.

Keith slowly forced his way towards the turkeys and grabbed the first one he could get his hands on.

“Okay,” he said to himself. “That’s taken care of. Now, I just need to find some….” He looked around, not sure where to go next. There were too many people to see where anything was. A little kid raced past, nearly tripping him.

“Pies,” he decided. “I’ll get some pies.”

He made his way towards the sign that read, “Bakery.” He was suddenly wishing he’d remembered to grab a cart, though it would have been impossible to move it around the crowded place anyway.

A basket, he thought. I should have grabbed a basket.

He looked around for Lance, who was probably somewhere at the other end of the store. Finally, he made his way to the pies and grabbed the ones that were left.

“Come on, Keith,” he scolded himself. “You’ve fought aliens and machines, you can get through some last-minute Christmas shopping.”

It must have taken hours for him to gather up everything and find Lance again, and it probably took at least another hour to get through the checkout.

“Your total comes to $247.28,” the cashier said.

Keith’s jaw almost dropped.

“Do we get a discount if we used to be paladins of voltron?” Lance asked.

The cashier raised her eyebrows.

“Okay,” Lance said. “I’ll take that as a no.”

…

“Okay,” Keith said, out of breath. “We made it. We got the turkey, the ham, the frozen lasagna, and the pies.” He spread his arms, thankful to be back in his semi-quiet apartment. “And I’ll be in debt for the rest of my life. Did you know that the turkey alone costs over thirty dollars?”

“You didn’t have to buy pies from the bakery,” Lance complained, ignoring Keith’s question. “I would have made some.”

“Trust me, I know you would have. But we have enough work to do, okay?” He checked the clock. “It’s late. Let’s put this stuff in the fridge and go to sleep.”

That wasn’t going to happen, of course. They put the food in the fridge, and Lance left to go back to his own apartment, but Keith didn’t sleep. Keith rarely ever slept when he was supposed to.

He tossed and turned, and he tried to sleep, but he couldn’t.

Sometimes, the only way he could fall asleep was in the middle of the afternoon, curled up on his couch, watching a movie. But even then, he usually wouldn’t sleep long enough.

He decided to stand up and start pacing. Pacing would clear his head.

But it didn’t. So he continued to pace until his legs grew tired, and he sat back down on his bed.

He reached for his phone. Almost immediately, a text popped up from Lance.

Dude, why aren’t you asleep?

He raised his eyebrows at the text, giving his eyes a chance to adjust to the brightness of the phone screen.

How do you know I’m not asleep?

….Because….I can feel your energy from here. It’s very unpleasant.

Come on, Lance.

Fine. You know that dude who lives in the room under you? He called me and said, “Your boyfriend is stomping around in his room, and it’s keeping me awake.”

I wasn’t stomping.

Well, regardless, you need to go to bed. Otherwise, that guy will call me again, and I’ll never get to sleep either.

Keith hesitated before responding. He was almost tempted to ask Lance to come back to his room, but he didn’t.

Okay. Goodnight.

Love you.

Keith’s heart pounded.

Love you too.

...

There was a familiar knock on Keith’s door. He forced himself to get out of bed, and went to let Lance in.

“Dude,” Lance said. “Your mullet is a mess again.”

“I just got up.”

“Did you sleep at all?”

Keith shook his head.

“Well,” Lance sighed. “First things first, you have to take a shower.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m going to be honest with you. You just got out of bed, and you smell like crap.”

Keith scoffed, then almost shut the door. Lance stuck his shoe in to keep it open.

“It’s alright,” Lance said. “Just get in the shower. I’ll start cooking the turkey.”

“You don’t know how to cook a turkey,”

“Are you kidding me right now? I’m Cuban, Keith. I can cook a turkey better than you can cook anything.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” Lance forced his way in. “Really. Now, get in the shower before the dude downstairs complains about the smell.”

Keith took a pillow off of the couch and threw it at Lance.

Lance grunted. “Hey!”

Keith bolted into the bathroom before his boyfriend could return the blow.

“I’ll get you for that!” Lance shouted.

So, Keith did what he was told. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, and even combed his hair. It was Christmas eve, which meant that the others would be arriving in the evening for dinner. Shiro wouldn’t want to see his little brother looking like a mess.

But what if Shiro was different now? What if everyone was different? After all, they hadn’t spoken in over a year. The only reason they were seeing each other again was because of Lance.

Splitting up had always been difficult. Pidge and Matt had gone back home to their parents. Shiro had stayed at the garrison to train new recruits. Allura and Coran had stayed in North Dakota to build new lives. For some reason, neither of them had wanted to return to space. Allura insisted that earth was the best place to start over. Hunk had gone back to his family, and Shay had even joined him. And, of course, Keith and Lance had gone together to live in the city. Almost everyone had gone their separate ways. What if everyone was different now?

Keith had to remind himself that he had once been gone with Krolia for two years on a mission. Sure, it hadn’t felt that long to the others, but it had still been quite a lot of time, and they’d gotten through it just fine.

Don’t worry about it, he told himself. Seeing everyone again will be great.

He opened the door to leave the bathroom, and immediately he was hit in the face with a pillow.

“Dude!”

“I told you I’d get you for that,” Lance said proudly.

Keith tackled him, knocking him to the ground. Lance grabbed another pillow to defend himself, but Keith grabbed his shoulder and they rolled across the floor.

Finally, Lance pinned Keith to the ground. With a cry of victory, he shoved a pillow into his boyfriend’s face. Keith tangled their legs together and pushed Lance off, struggling to stand up again.

“You’ll regret that!” Lance said.

They continued wrestling for several minutes, until Lance finally surrendered when Keith pinned him to the ground. Both of them were laughing.

“Were you waiting outside of the bathroom the whole time?!” Keith asked.

“Yeah,” Lance wheezed, nearly choking on his own laughter. “Pretty much.”

Keith looked up towards the oven. “Is the turkey cooking?”

Lance pushed Keith off of him and sat up, his face slowly turning serious. “About that,” he began.

“Ha! You can’t cook after all, can you?”

Lance scoffed. “Of course I can cook. I can cook just fine. It’s just…. Well, your oven is confusing.”

Keith stood up and walked to the kitchen. “It’s really not. It’s just a standard oven.” He turned one of the dials to heat up the oven. “See?”

Lance pointed to a red light next to one of the dials that was flashing. “What’s that for?”

Keith’s smile faded. “Something’s wrong.” He opened the oven, and a stream of smoke flew out.

Lance coughed. “I’m pretty sure a standard oven isn’t supposed to do that.”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Keith shouted, reaching for a towel. “What’s wrong with it?!”

Smoke also started coming from the stove. Lance grabbed a glass of water and flung it at the source, causing an eruption of flames.

“Why is there more fire?!” Lance screamed.

Keith hit the fire with the towel, but that only spread the fire to the counter, then the cupboards, then the ceiling.

Lance ran out into the hall and grabbed a fire extinguisher. He then proceeded to spray it at everything in Keith’s apartment.

Finally, the flames died.

Both of them were out of breath. Lance looked up at the ceiling, where there were many visible charred spots.

“Man,” Lance said. “This building’s fire alarm is really useless, isn’t it?”

As if to answer his question, the fire alarm went off.

“What?! But we just put the fire out!” Lance shouted.

Keith put his head in his hands and started to make his way towards the door.

Lance coughed. “This is probably a terrible time to mention this, but I told Veronica, Acxa, and Romelle that they could come too.”

“What?!”

…

“This is a disaster,” Keith exclaimed, dropping onto his couch. It had taken nearly all day to clear up everything, and the room still smelled like smoke. “We have no way to cook dinner, I didn’t have time to buy anyone gifts, and my apartment isn’t going to fit everyone!”

“Calm down,” Lance said. “We’ll work this out.”

“No, we won’t! We should just cancel, okay?”

Lance didn’t respond. He walked over and sat down next to Keith.

“Just go away,” Keith told him. “I need space right now.”

Lance looked hurt, but he obeyed. He closed the apartment door softly behind him.

Keith huffed and threw his head back onto his pillow. What had he been thinking? Of course nothing would work out. Nothing ever seemed to work out. Why had they even bothered making plans?

He lay there a few more moments, trying to keep the answer out of his mind. He knew why. He knew the reason they had tried so hard to make things work.

Because he did want to see the others again, and he wanted to make Lance happy. Since Krolia had returned to the blade of marmora, the other paladins had been his family. He ached to see them again at least once a year.

But not on Christmas eve. Not at his apartment. It was too small and too messy. And he wasn’t a very good party planner.

He looked at the clock again. It was getting later. Soon, it would be almost time for dinner. The others would be almost arriving, but Lance would have to call and give them the bad news.

The turkey was gone too. It had been destroyed partly by the fire, and completely by the extinguisher.

He stood up and started angrily pacing. He wondered from time to time what would have happened if he’d stayed with the blade. He could be doing something useful, something with meaning. He could be with his mom and Kolivan, going on adventures and saving planets. Sure, there weren’t as many enemies to fight now that the galra were defeated, but the blade always had missions.

Why had he settled back on earth?

…

There was a knock on his door - again.

“Go away,” Keith muttered.

There was another knock, this time more persistent.

“I told you to go away.”

He heard Shiro’s voice on the other side. “Keith?”

Keith jumped up and swung the door open. Sure enough, Shiro was standing right in front of him, looking the same way he had more than a year ago.

Keith hugged him, and Shiro laughed.

“Lance sent me to come get you,” Shiro said.

“What? Why? I told him to cancel.” He gestured inside. “My oven started a fire, the turkey’s ruined, and…” He noticed the expression on Shiro’s face. “What?”

Shiro shrugged. “Lance told me he had a surprise for you. Come on.”

Keith was skeptical, but he knew he owed Lance an apology anyway, so he followed Shiro out the door.

“Why are we going to Lance’s apartment?” Keith asked when they entered the apartment building that Lance lived in.

“We’re not. You’ll see.”

Instead of going to the tiny room on the bottom floor where Lance lived, Shiro led Keith up the stairs to the top floor.

“Shiro,” Keith said. “This is where the nice rooms are.”

Shiro raised an eyebrow before opening one of the doors.

Inside, everyone was gathered around the living room, talking and laughing. Allura had taken a special interest in Pidge’s dog, and was currently feeding him sugar cookies.

Lance’s face brightened up when he saw Keith, and he waved him over.

“What’s going on?” Keith asked, looking around. “Did you break into one of the nice apartments?”

“No,” Lance said. “This is my apartment now.”

“But… You told me you couldn’t afford anything like this.”

“I’ve been saving up for it,” Lance confessed. “Besides, there is a reason, but that’s for later.”

“But-”

Lance held up his hand. “Let me finish. You were right. I never should have forced you into throwing a party. You’re just not that type of person.”

“Lance-”

“But I know everyone wanted to see each other for Christmas, and I owe you an apology for breaking your oven.”

“You didn’t break the oven,” Keith said. “It’s just a crappy oven.”

Lance laughed. “Well, I thought it would help if I saved the party, so…” he gestured towards the kitchen. I made dinner. And I made some pies, too.”

“But- I mean-.....How?”

“I told you, Keith. I’m Cuban. I can pull anything off.”

Keith didn’t know how to respond to that, so he just hugged his boyfriend. “Thank you. I’m sorry I overreacted.”

Lance chuckled. “Can I say I told you so?”

Keith sighed. “Don’t ruin the moment, Lance.”

“Well, you should try some pie. It’s much better than any of those bakery pies.”

Keith laughed.

…

“Hey, Keith!” Lance said, finishing his slice of pie. “I bet your senses aren’t as sharp as they used to be.”

Keith raised his eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lance set his plate down. “Back when we were in space, you could fight someone with your eyes closed. You could tell where everyone was and what they were doing without even looking.”

“So? I can still do that.”

“Sure,” Lance said with a sly smile.

“Absolutely.”

Lance held up a dish rag. “Prove it, then. This is a blindfold.”

“That’s a towel.”

“It’s a blindfold,” Lance insisted. “And you have to put it on and tell me where everyone is and what they’re doing.”

“Fine,” Keith said. “Everyone, move around the room and do something different. I guarantee I can figure it out.”

Lance tied the towel around Keith’s head, blocking his vision. “Alright, you ready?”

Before Keith could respond, Lance spun him around several times, then walked away.

“Okay,” Keith regained his balance. He took a deep breath, listening closely to everything around him.

“Any time, now, Samurai,” Lance said.

“Pidge and Matt are next to each other. Allura is in the corner, laughing,” Keith said. “Veronica is finishing pie. She’s still sitting on the couch. Shiro just gasped.” He turned his head to find Lance’s voice. “And you’re sitting on the floor in front of me.”

“Not sitting,” Lance said, his tone still had a hint of humor.

Keith paused. “Why is everyone so quiet all of a sudden?”

He heard Romelle nearly fall out of her chair. Shiro came up behind him and took off the blindfold.

In front of him, Lance was down on one knee, holding up a little box with a ring in it. The diamond was the shape of a star.

“You’re-” Keith’s voice failed him.

“Keith,” Lance grinned, trying to prevent himself from shaking. “I love you.”

“Lance-”

Lance held up his hand. “Let me finish.”

Pidge was smiling ear to ear, elbowing Matt in the ribcage. Everyone seemed to hold their breath.

“I love everything about you,” Lance continued. “I love your edgy emo moments. I love your smile. I love you stupid mullet and your stupid dreamy eyes.”

Keith held his hand to his face to keep himself from crying.

“I love every moment of every day that I get to spend with you.” Lance kept talking, as if he had rehearsed it. “I love coming to your apartment and eating chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. I love running around the city with you, trying to avoid the crowds. I love cuddling with you on the couch and falling asleep while watching Love Simon for the 80th time because it’s just so damn good.”

Keith couldn’t stop it. He was crying.

“We’ve been dating for two years, and it’s been the best time of my life. Keith, I love you more than there are stars in the sky. And that sounds cheesy as hell, but trust me, I’ve seen all the stars up there, and there are a lot.” Lance took a deep breath, letting out something between a laugh and a sob before continuing. “There’s a reason I chose to get this apartment. I was hoping you would like it enough to stay. You’re my favorite person in the whole world. I love kissing you, hugging you, laughing with you…. I love doing everything with you. So, what do you say? Keith Kogane, will you marry me?”

Keith wanted to look away so that Lance wouldn’t see what an emotional mess he was.

Veronica sat up, fully aware of what was about to happen. No one said anything, but the silence was slowly killing them. They waited for Keith to say something- anything. Yes? No? Was he about to break down crying?

Keith knelt down slowly, grabbing Lance’s face in his hands. “You’re such a dork,” he whispered.

Lance grinned. “Is that a yes?”

Keith planted a kiss on Lance’s lips, wiping the tears from both of their faces. “Yes,” he managed.

Everyone stopped holding their breath. Pidge and Hunk cheered. Shiro hugged Matt, who winced in pain. Acxa high-fived Veronica. Allura laughed and gave Pidge’s dog another cookie.

Lance couldn’t stop smiling. He took the ring out of the box and slipped it on Keith’s finger. Keith kissed him again, and neither one of them was eager to stand back up.

Nothing had gone as planned, but everyone would always remember it in a positive light. Keith and Lance were engaged, and no kind of broken oven or scheduling conflict could interfere with that.

Then, Lance reached for a pillow and stuffed it in Keith’s face. Keith reacted quickly, grabbing Lance by the waist and pulling him down to the ground.

Everyone else cheered while the boys wrestled and laughed. It ended the same way it had before, with Keith pinning Lance to the ground. But this time, Lance pulled Keith’s face down and kissed him.

“Aww,” Romelle said. Allura nudged her in the side.

Lance then grabbed the pillow back and hit Keith in the head with it. Keith fell to the side, surprised, but he recovered quickly.

He was so going to marry this man.

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Into The Wild - Chapter 26

Chapter 26 “I’m impressed,” commented Devon as he pushed away his tray. “That wasn’t bad.” “No meat. I really wanted that steak. Otherwise, I’d have to agree. Wonder if we can get seconds,” laughed Mat. “At least they feed their prisoners well.” “Do you think they’re all druids?” asked Devon. “Doubt it. I think this is that Lok guys own private town.” They both heard rustling in the trees above their cell. Looking up, Devon observed, “Is that Darth? He’s not very stealthy.” “He’s staying hidden. He just rattled a branch to let me know he was responding to my summons. Get some rest if you can, this might take a while,” answered Mat as he closed his eyes. Devon knew he was communicating with his pet bat. He watched for a while and could tell his friend was really concentrating by the way he chewed the inside corner of his mouth. Devon had seen his friend work with his minion several times, but this seemed more intense. “Master, what is your command?” asked Darth as he flew low over the canopy with his Master watching through his eyes. “We need to get you as big as we can,” answered Mat noticing how much better his minion’s mental capabilities had grown. “I will need to feed then, Master.” “I know. If I recall, you will need to feed extensively.” “Correct Master. Livestock is abundant a short distance away, shall I feed there?” “No need. If we are going to increase your size, we might as well work on your abilities at the same time. For that, we will need souls. Fortunately, there’s an abundance around us right now that I’m not too fond of. Hunt down the guards and use them. Don’t take any unnecessary risks. If multiples are patrolling together, try to lure one away. If you can’t, ignore them and move on.” “Yes, Master. Do I have a limit?” “No, take what you need. I need you huge,” explained Mat. The souls weren’t necessary for size. They were more for cognitive and magical abilities. Mat wanted his minion not only huge and fast but powerful as well. “Yes, Master.” This was one of the first times Mat had used his skill to see through Darth’s eyes for any length of time. Devon, being a druid, could do it with any animal, Mat could only see through his minion’s eyes. Mat marveled at how Darth flew over the trees. From this height, he didn’t think the bat would be able to see anything, but he was quickly proven wrong. As he banked to the right Mat saw a faint glow obscured by the branches. “What is that?” “That is a guard, Master.” “They glow?” “My vision lets me see the warmth of their bodies as well as their life.” “It’s alone?” “Yes, Master,” answered the minion. Boy, these guys were smug thought Mat. He smirked as he felt joy surge through the minion’s mind as it dropped out of the sky in a steep dive. Mat had to put a hand on the ground to steady himself, vertigo sucked. The guard never realized his doom. His shock was visible when the bat slammed into his chest and ripped his throat out with his teeth. Not a sound, perfect. “That was good.” “Thank you, Master,” thought Darth as the elf fell backwards still alive. The minion placed his mouth against his prey’s and lapped up the fine mist which rose past his lips. Mat could sense the ecstasy. That must’ve been the guy's soul. It didn’t take long for him to realize the downside to eavesdropping through Darth’s eyes. He watched as the bat, with one effortless fluid motion, sliced the guy’s head off with a talon. Mat felt his stomach lurch as the bat drug the head a few feet to a rock and used it to crack the skull. He felt a shiver of excitement travel through Darth as he began devouring the guard’s brain. Mat’s stomach did another summersault, and he tasted dinner in the back of his throat. “It’s clear you’ve got this. Just keep going till morning and remember to space the kills out, not all in one spot. I want the compound to get paranoid. Take what you need and then hunker down before sunrise. Repeat this tomorrow night as well. I’ll contact you then and we’ll see what progress you’ve made.” “What is the size do you wish me to be Master?” asked Darth. Mat realized the minion was becoming way more intelligent. He was now interested in intent and not just following blindly. “You're going to be taking someone for a trip.” “I will need to be large enough to be ridden?” “I’ll explain when I have the plan more flushed out.” “Yes, Master.” Mat broke the link and went over to take a piss. So far, no stink from the little toilet. He stayed up a few more hours in the dimness of their prison and worked on his revenge. He had to correct himself several times, not revenge, escape. He couldn’t make the mistake of calling it revenge in front of Devon; he’d freak. He yawned and walked to the bars and studied the sleeping compound. This world was amazing at night. Off to his right, he found what he was looking for and smiled. That was plan number two. Just as he started to turn, he noticed hidden beside a nearby tree, someone watching. They had a guard. He faked a yawn, stripped off his clothes and laid down on the ground in front of the bars in clear view of their overseer. Rolling his neck on its axis to relax, he took a deep breath as his hand found his cock. If the fucker wanted to watch, he might as well give them a show. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed, as he always had, the feel of his attentions lavished upon himself. When he brought himself to climax, he was sure to kick his hooves and let out several loud grunts as he covered his stomach with a generous load. Hearing grumbling, he turned to see Devon rolling over but not awake. He smirked. When Mat finally rolled over for the night, he made a mental note to remember how hard he’d cum. He tried to remember if being watched during sex was a kink back in his old life, but sleep took him first. When Mat awoke the next morning, he found Devon standing over him, looking out the door. Reaching up, he ran a finger over his friend’s bulge. “You want to move or sit down? It won't take long to get the ol boy up,” he said as he looked down. Morning wood. “Never mind, he’s already up.” Mat heard screaming and crying. “You might want to get dressed somethings happening in the camp.” As Mat was pulling on his tights, he heard yelling from outside their cell. “What’s going on?” “No idea,” answered Devon shaking his head. “Hey, you guys over there, what has everyone in an uproar,” yelled Talvar from the other cage. “No idea,” answered Devon again. “It’s clear somethings going on, and it appears to be bad. Oh wait, here comes Lok, oh shit, he doesn’t look happy.” “How can you tell? Move, I’ve never seen a pissed off cow,” added Mat shouldering Devon out of the way. Privately he knew what was about to happen and didn’t want his friend screwing it up. “Greetings, oh mighty hoofness. What’s all the hubbub about?” “Where is that creature of yours?” barked Lok before he even made it to their cage. “Creature?” “The giant bat.” “I have no idea. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re being unjustly imprisoned. And I know you know that because you had guards watching us all night.” “So you admit, it is your creature?” “I’ll admit it’s a tag along. We feed him scraps, and he follows us, why?” Asked Mat as he watched Lok look back at the guards he’d brought with him. “You have no control over it?” “Rouge, remember. I can’t control animals; you guys are the animal lovers.” “What about him,” barked Lok pointing past Mat to Devon. “Hey, don’t get me involved in this. You’re a fucking druid, does that look like the kind of creatures we could control?” “Hey, you’re a druid too right, why are…” added Mat. “He knows we can influence, not control. He’s trying to see if I know that. What has the thing done to cause such an uproar?” asked Devon. It was now his turn to shoulder past Mat, who let him. “It spent the night killing guards?” “Here!” barked Devon, just barely stopping himself from turning to look at Mat accusingly. “Over a dozen,” answered Lok as Devon finally gave in and turned with a confused look on his face. “Have you ever known that thing to do this?” “No, in all the time it has traveled with us, it has never attacked anyone. I’ve seen him hunt small prey for food but never people…,” answered Mat before stopping himself, “…do I refer to you cow guys as people? Is that racial profiling?” “So you had nothing to do with it, on your honor?” “And you want us to believe you think our honor means something,” answered Mat. “It probably doesn’t see us as part of its colony. That’s the best guess I’ve got,” added Devon as Lok turned and marched off cursing. Mat watched as the leader disappeared back into the compound. When he returned his attention to his friend, he found Devon staring at him with “that” look. “What is Darth doing?” “Your responses were perfect, btw, which is why I’m not telling you what Darth’s up too. You need to look as confused as you did just then.” “He is killing people.” “Yes, he is, and he’s not finished. You were warned.” “I know, but still. How do you know those he’s attacking aren’t innocents? I reluctantly agreed to keep my mouth shut if you attacked Lok, but these are just guards.” “One of the things you’re going to have to learn at some point is that capitulation is the same as acceptance. There are no innocents here as far as I’m concerned.” “But…” “No, no buts. The innocents are the ones getting sucked into this bullshit, and we’re going to stop that. Do you want to make a difference? Do you want to leave a positive mark? Well, getting rid of people and groups who openly victimize travelers and anyone else they can find not living up to their arbitrary standards. So just sit there and look confused. It’s going to get worse before it gets better.” Mat watched as Devon slumped down against the back wall of the cell, “At least they don’t think we have any control over him. What happens if they capture and kill him? What will do you then, oh Mat, with all the answers?” “In the short term, go to plan two. As for Darth, I’ll just make a new one.” Read the full article

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