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shadowdianne · 5 years

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Hello there! I just want to say thanks for writing swanqueen they are my otp besides xena and gabby. Just 2 things, i hope that you love japanese cause theres a show called Miss sherlock!! Plz go and give it a try! First time where sherlock and watson are female!!! Its AMAZING!! And lastly a prompt if you can. Drill Sargent regina and recruit emma swan! Almost like officer and a gentleman. PLZ PLZ PLZ!!! Or rival news reporters! THANK YOU AGAIN FOR WRITING IN THIS FANDOM!! Sooooo APPRICIATED 😊

Hey there ;) I’veheard of the show, but I haven’t watched it. Thanks for the rec! I’m notexactly buoyant on free time these days but I’ll try to find a page that allowsme to watch it or something Xd As for your prompts… I decided to do a small nodto a story I eventually took down and do the rival news reporters version of itall Xd I hope you like it and thanks for the prompt

The small caféwas bathed in tranquil murmurs, the vague sounds of people speaking quietlyover coffee mugs a barely-there whisper that didn’t disturb Emma as she kept onstealing glances at her watch, a satisfied smirk on her lips and her notebookin front of her in where haphazardly taken notes stared back at her in a messyhandwriting that very few people could truly understand.

She hadbeen told more often than not that she shouldn’t try to make notes via paper; theblue ink against thin white a problem if she didn’t put them on a screen thesecond she was able to, but the blonde refused to let go of the paper and ink,the aesthetic of it all pleasant to her.

Takinganother sip of her drink as she stole yet another glance at her watch and thehectic whirlwind that waited for her outside of the small café she almostsighed at the office building that rose just in front of the smallestablishment. Humming, Emma rose her brow in anticipation as the door of thecafé swung open, a brunette impeccably dressed walking in with nothing but fireon her eyes.

Emma had purposelypicked the table she knew would be the one new eyes would zero in the secondthey entered into the café but she still feigned surprise as she kept on takingher coffee -the amount of sugar she had previously put there for it to bedrinkable a detail she wasn’t willing to share- while her free hand drummed atuneless staccato at the table’s surface, next to the notebook in where the blueink felt much more vibrant than before.

“Miss Swan.”

The fewpatrons that were seated around glanced up at the icy tone, filled with barelycontained anger despite Regina’s intents of keeping it at bay but they didn’tdo more than that. Many of them were already familiar to the two women meetingsin that same place and knew that there was nothing they could truly do as the newcomerapproached the table, hands into fists and her high-heeled cladded feetmirroring the staccato the blonde was drumming on the table, satisfied smirkwidening just enough for the standing woman to growl at.

From thecorner of her eyes Emma saw Ruby sighing deeply; the waitress that had turnedinto her friend over the last year she had spent working on the Daily Mirrorrising a brow of her own and mouthing a question she couldn’t but chuckle at.

“What did you do?”

ReginaMills, reporter extraordinaire and Emma’s superior in every shape of form if itwasn’t by the fact that any possibility of being promoted was thin at best dueto the harsh times the newspaper was fairing, stopped an inch away from theedge of the table, brown eyes smoldering and murderous.

Rising her cupa little bit higher and giving the brunette a lopsided smile as she tilted herhead a little to the left, Emma hummed, as if she hadn’t known the woman would walkinto the place at that hour.

“Hi Regina.”Free hand finally stilling over the notebook, obvious enough that the brunette’seyes lowered enough to address it, the blonde hummed as she took a sip of heralmost empty mug, quickly placing it next to the scribbled words. “Is your lunchhour already? Funny how time works.”

At anyother time, the brunette would probably have answered to that, a scathinganswer that would have made Emma reply with one of her own as Ruby groanedbehind the counter, the words “just fuckalready” coming out in not so quiet whispers that both reporters wouldfeign total deafness to. But this time was different: Emma knew it, Regina knewit and so the brunette shook her head eliciting her brown locks to shudderbefore falling back into place as she pursed her red lips, the colorcomplimenting the blouse she wore in a way Emma refused to think about. Noteven when, she noted after a quick glance, the usual three top buttons were unmade.Which was, she suspected, the only detail the always proper woman standing infront of her, allowed herself as a way to break the code the even sterner CoraMills had first used when she had opened the newspaper.

Her thoughtswere derailed as the brunette, not even glancing around to any of the patronsor Ruby for that matter, put both of her hands at the table’s surface,shoulders square and fixed as she bared her teeth, grinding her words andinfusing her voice with the anger that burnt on her pupils.

“How.” She began,and Emma felt her smile widening, her own pride shinning through in thedeliberate way she rose her chin, exposing her neck and not missing for amoment the way Regina’s eyes fell to it for a moment, a second that had herclutching the mug’s handle. A detail that, thankfully, Regina seemed to miss asshe glanced back, lips curling. “I’ve tried to get Spencer talk to me for thepast month.” She threw an accusatory finger at Emma’s notebook and, for amoment, the blonde was almost surprised Regina’s incinerating tone didn’t setit on fire. “How did you do it?”

And thereit was. Notebook intact and Spencer’s name on her lips Regina rose to her fullheight -and then some thanks to the high-heels- and let her arms fall at bothsides of her torso, hands still twitching, not quite curled but not relaxedeither. She looked even more riled up that Emma had expected her to be and, forthat, she chuckled and made a sign to Ruby, the one she knew would make thelanky woman sigh deeply before readying Regina’s usual as the patrons kept on eavesdropping.Some of them even with interest going beyond the usual fight, the surnameRegina had so carelessly dropped a powerful one after all.

Noteveryday one got to have a private interview with the corrupt lawyer that hadbeen discovered to be working with Rupert Gold, the two men one of the mostpowerful in the entire town and certainly the direct culprits of huge sums ofmoney always ending up in the hands of the smaller mafia bosses Gold allowed toexist around his own empire. Not everyday one got to make a deal with the devileither, but Emma had been ready for both. Which was something she wasn’t goingto disclose in the middle of the café, the fact that she was enjoying all ofthis a little too much not clouding her mind to that degree.

Preciselybecause of that and waiting until Ruby approached them with a glare on her own eyes, the blonde smiled andnodded as the waitress put Regina’s own coffee in front of the older woman, thelook that granted her enough to turn everyone into ashes.

Which wassomething that Ruby almost did as she bite down on her bottom lip, shaking herhead and turning, pointedly glancing at Emma before backing away once more.

One ofthese days the waitress was going to kill Emma for her antics. But not today.

Feigning nonchalanceand picking the notebook before fanning herself with it, the blonde kept on lookingat Regina, at the untouched coffee and the brunette’s ire.

“I have myways.”

And shedid, she truly did. For every epithet Regina kept using with her every timethey were seated in front of each other, trying to come up with ways of writingnews in this small town, the brunette knew by then that she had ways, that shehad resources, and she planned on showing them all to the brunette. (If the womanallowed her that, not like Emma would ever admit that Ruby’s pleas regardingthat them both needed to bang had any real base)

Jawtightening, the brunette in question growled, the ring she always had danglingfrom her neck catching the light and winking as she ran a hand through herhair.

“Miss Swan,I’m not joking.”

Emma pursedher lips and put the notebook back in the table, placing it closer to thebrunette.

She had herways and was too stubborn, just like Regina was too proud but despite her needto gloat she was also fair. And she knew that Regina needed the exclusive morethan she did after Emma had managed to snatch the coveted interview with ReulGhorm a few weeks ago in retaliation for Regina managing to be the first whotalked with Sheriff Nolan after the first rumors regarding Spencer and Gold’spartnership had made to the public.

Eyesnarrowing and refusing to acknowledge the surprised look on Regina’s eyes, theblonde stood and picked up her red leather jacket with one swift move. She wasn’tgoing to stay and give answers she wasn’t ready to answer.

“Enjoy thereading.” She called just as she rushed past the older woman. “Every squigglyline that will look like an “m” is an “s”, just so you know.”

Yes, Reginawas going to ask for her head, she thought as she heard her surname beingcalled again, every patron gaping at her as she opened and closed the door ofthe café, but she didn’t mind it. Not too much. Not when she knew Regina wouldprobably do something equally big in order to make her be the one who enteredinto the café with anger and surprise and she truly lived for those moments.

Perhaps,she wondered as she crossed the street, she should truly think on Ruby’s ideas.But not today.

#swan queen #SwanQueen #prompt #yes this is a one shot #darkqueenswan

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tumultuoustuna · 6 years

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shiro x allura celebrity and fan?

Shallura ain’t my otp by any standards, but I still think I went insane with this one. Enjoy, dear anon.

Local gems are hard to come by sometimes in the consumerist world we live in today. Sure, Starbucks is a good substitute for a neighborhood coffee shop or tea house. But when it came to Garrison’s very own mustached connoisseur and his brews at Nectar of the Gods, Starbucks had nothing. Allura couldn’t agree more. And sure, she was a big actress now, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t sneak out of her house in Daibazaal every so often to visit Garrison and its resident master barista, and the neighboring city of Altea, her home sweet home.

Even if her “best” possible disguise could get her caught easily.

“Allura, I can still tell it’s you,” Coran whispered across the counter, smiling as he cupped his hand around his mouth to keep the words from going too far. “I’m pretty sure anyone with a brain in their skull and good eyes can, too.”

“The sun hat covers my hair, I’m good,” she protested, adjusting said hat.

“A wig is much more effective, Princess.”

“They never work, Coran; my hair’s too poofy.” She sighed and put a hand on her chin to think. “So what’s on the menu? Any seasonal drinks?”

“Indeed; peppermint bark and caramel gingerbread.”

“Those sound amazing.”

“They are indeed; two of my employees came up with them. Amazing, really,” Coran said, smiling with pride and twirling his mustache.

“Truly. I think I’ll try both?”

“Macchiato?”

“You know me too well.” Coran got to work on the first one as Allura continued the conversation. “Are you the only one on staff today?”

“Well, seeing that it’s only, uh, 6:38 am, and Pidge and Shiro don’t come into work till 6:55, 7ish, no. I am not the only one.” Coran poured the coffee into a cup. “And seeing as you like to get up at the crack of dawn like a farmer, I feel like I should be asking you to work here instead.”

Allura shrugged. Her body merely forces her out of bed in the morning now. Her hectic schedule through the years had trained her fast that being up at five in the morning was a healthy thing. And maybe it was; it forced her to bed pretty early too, save she didn’t have a busy night ahead of her. “I guess it’s just instinct?”

“Ah, yes. Instinct. Seeing as most people's’ instinct is to sleep in like a sloth on Sunday, you can see why I ask.”

“Have a job and I love it; I’m good.”

“A job indeed; one you’ve been cultivating from birth.”

Allura chuckled. “My father would agree. He was always impressed with what I could get away with. When I tried, that is.”

Coran handed her the coffee and smiled. “He would always wonder and ask how to deal with you. I distinctly remember him asking how to raise a hell-raiser.”

“Sounds like my dad.”

Coran jumped at the new voice. Behind him was a young woman with short, puffy hair and amber eyes. Round, Harry Potter-like glasses were perched on her nose.

“Pidge, where the quiznak did you come from?!”

“Backdoor. Decided to park in the alley.”

“How did I not hear that?” Coran muttered to himself.

“Maybe because you were too busy talking to notice.”

He chuckled nervously. “Possibly.”

“So, who’s this?”

“Oh! I am glad you asked. Pidge, this is the daughter of an old friend of mine- do you mind if I tell?” Allura shook her head. “This is Ms. Allura; who is my adopted niece and now daughter.”

Pidge’s brow raised. “She can’t be both your niece and daughter, Coran.”

“Well, I was his niece before I was his daughter; he just calls me both,” Allura clarified.

“Okay Pidge, time to get to it!” Coran clapped his hands in vigor. “There’s a caramel gingerbread macchiato to be made.”

“I’ve been waiting to concoct this one,” Pidge said enthusiastically as she rubbed her hands together and cracked her knuckles. After washing her hands and tying the burnt orange apron around her waist, she got to work.

“Does she not recognize me?” Allura whispered to Coran as she took a sip of the peppermint and chocolate flavored coffee. It was hot, but she enjoyed its strong taste.

“Pidge is more of a cult movie addict; she hasn’t watched any of your new ones… or anything from this past decade. Hmm.” Coran scratched his head. “I’ll have to recommend a few newer classics to her, now that I think about.”

“Not mine, please? She seems so cool,” Allura asked, taking another sip of her drink.

“Was thinking more Iron Man.”

“Not a bad choice.” She tapped at her fake glasses.

“‘Tis not. Pidge, how’s it looking?”

“Pretty good; Shiro’s recipe is amazing. It smells spectacular.”

The door to the building opened, setting off a soft chime that Allura had heard when she entered. In walked… well, Allura could only describe the young man as perfect. Even in a loose black sweater, you could tell he had the body of a demigod. A horizontal scar ran across his nose but did nothing to mask his beauty.

And quiznak, if Allura wasn’t having a good morning already, she was now.

“Speak of the devil; hey, nerd! Your caramel gingerbread thing smells great. What did you do to come up with this thing, witchcraft?”

“No, Pidge,” Shiro smiled. He quietly lifted the counter piece and placed it back down. “I signed a deal with the devil.”

“And in only the finest of inks I had,” Coran said, casually twirling his mustache.

“I knew you were Satan,” Pidge hooted. Shiro rolled his eyes and swept Pidge into a hug. “Hey! Watch it, I don’t wanna start over!”

“Yeah, yeah. Coran, who’s this young lady?” Allura jumped when he looked at her. His grey eyes were soft.

“Shiro, this is my niece/daughter, Allura,” Coran introduced.

A strange metamorphosis happened in the span of two seconds; Shiro’s expression shifted from neutral to confused to complete elation and the smile on his face widened almost comically.

“Wait, Allura Alten? The Allura Alten?!” Shiro freaks. The two other people in the seating area of the shop glance over at Shiro before going back to their business.

Pidge looks at him strangely. “Wait, what?

Coran sighed. “I knew it was a bad idea to tell you.”

“No, it wasn’t! Um, hi! Hello!” Shiro’s cool demeanor fell even more as he fidgeted with his own apron. “It’s an honor to meet you!”

Allura had dealt with many fanboys in the past. But, compared to them, Shiro’s innocent, fanboying nature was so refreshing. She couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s going on? Why are you freaking out?” Pidge asked again, placing the coffee on the counter. Her face was the epitome of confused.

“It’s nothing, really,” Allura tittered, grabbing the cup.

“Nothing!? It’s not; where do I start, you’re amazing! Your acting is mind-blowing; you can play the damsel in distress as well as you can play the hardened badass soldier!” The theatrics he put into his hands as he talked almost hit Pidge as she attempted to back away, eyes still wide. “Spider was a brilliant movie! You were made to play Coleen! Eh,” Shiro stuck out his hand, revealing its mechanical appearance. “My name is Takashi, but call me Shiro.”

Allura placed one cup down to take his hand. “Nice to meet you, Shiro. And thank you; Spider is my favorite so far, too.” (Which wasn’t a lie, but the new production she was starting held so much potential and she couldn’t talk about it anytime soon).

“Wait, she’s an actress? Is she that one you kept gushing about junior year?”

Coran nodded for Shiro as he ignored her question.

“Gosh, it’s so amazing to see you in real life; you look so different with your hair hidden I didn’t recognize you!” Shiro babbled on. “I’ve been following your work since high school and you’ve inspired me so much in my college career!”

Allura’s interest piqued. “What do you major in?”

“Game design! Well, game concept art and such, so technically conceptual artwork, not game design.”

The actresses’ eyes widened. “Really? That’s so cool! I love concept art; it’s usually so much detailed and thought out than the final product.”

“Right!? Like, when Fallout 4’s art book came out, did you see that was in there?”

“Mama Murphy and her wheelchair looked so amazing!”

This went on for… a while. Coran finally shooed Shiro out to go geek out with Allura over gaming once more people started showing up. Pidge wanted too as well but decided it was a good thing to be a responsible employee rather than a crazed fanboy. Coran agreed.

Shiro got back to work soon, much to Pidge’s nagging requests. At their lunch break though, the two sat with Allura and Coran to talk nerd as well.

“Okay, so the Overwatch art book; opinion?” Pidge asked.

“Overwatch has an art book?” Coran whispered to her.

“Yes; I’ll bring it in one day.”

“It’s pretty quiznacking cool; the Mercy one is my fav just because of how different she was before. Like, Mercy as a dude? Yes please,” Allura gushed.

“Mercy was a guy?” Coran asked Pidge again.

“Yep.”

“Right?” Shiro blurted. “Or how about Hanzo?”

“I laugh every time I see it.”

“Why?” Pidge asked.

“It’s just hilarious? I don’t know. The thought of having Hanzo having been that overpowered and crazy is just… Eh? As a Mercy main it would’ve been ten times scarier.”

“Gotta protect your healer though.”

“Tell that to the casual noobs.”

“Who hasn’t?” Shiro sighed.

“My friend Hunk, that’s who.”

“Who does he main?”

“Usually Rein, D.va, or Mercy. Occasionally Lucio.”

“Waaaait. Is his username HunkyMonk? Or something like that?” Pidge chirped in question.

“Yeah! Have you played him before?”

“Yes, he was so sweet; the entire time in-game he apologized if he killed us, but was ruthless to those who were assholes on my team. We traded info and now co-op with another guy; LegglyLance I think?”

Allura sputtered. “Lance plays?”

Pidge shrugged. “I guess so?”

“That little liar,” Allura muttered, tone turning snide.

Coran’s phone buzzed and he frowned. “Ah, I’m afraid we’re back on the clock in two. Sorry, Allura.”

“Oh, it’s no problem! I love hanging out with you three.”

“Care to come back tomorrow?” Shiro asked.

Allura beamed and nodded.

With laptop in hand and coffee soon after, Allura continued coming to the Nectar of the Gods for the next two days, managing to avoid being caught by any fans and her manager (who had called her fifty times already). Shiro had become her new best friend in a matter of days; they would talk for the entirety of his lunch break about art, games, science, you name it. Pidge and Coran, of course, would join in too, commenting on their own knowledge on gaming (although Coran’s was limited to mostly Animal Crossing, Pokemon, and DOOM).

Shiro’s fanboy nature had calmed down to his usual self, but Allura still couldn’t help but love the goofy side of him. It would pop-up whenever they talked and Allura loved to be around that enthusiasm.

Now the question was, did this carry over into actual affection? I mean, anyone who had eyes and a brain could confirm he definitely was attractive and he had a personality to boot. But Allura had noticed how close he was to Pidge (who she found out was actually named Katie) and their bond was very strong. If she didn’t know any better she’d think they were dating. That still didn’t stop Allura’s own potential feelings though, now did it?

But not to digress, the third day was pretty much the same (save for the introduction of weekday worker and fellow gamer, Keith Kogane). Keith joined into the discussions at lunch and, surprisingly, was very observant the entire time. Allura found this out when he pulled her aside later.

“You like Shiro, don’t you?” He asked nonchalantly. He even had the audacity to cross his arms and raise his brows in expectation. The sly bastard.

“What? Why would you think that?” Allura started. She could feel her cheeks flaring with heat.

“The entire time we were talking, you had your attention focused on him.”

“Because we were talking strategy!”

Keith gave a look of disbelief but shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

After that, it got Allura thinking more. More about if this was an actual crush. She hoped it wasn’t; she had too much on her plate as it was (at least it felt like it).

She came back the next day, laptop still in hand and mission on the brain. You see, the other reason to come to Garrison was to finish writing a biography about her father, Alfor Alten. It had been a struggle though. Between the amount of information and accomplishments Alfor had gained over the years to Allura’s schedule, she hadn’t had to really write. His friend and colleague, Zarkon, was working on another part of the biography that dealt with their relationship and work. Allura soon hoped to talk with him again about finalizing it.

She was still receiving panicked messages from her manager (“It’s okay, I’m with Coran. No need to worry.” “That doesn’t help, Allura. For Pete’s sake you can’t just up and disappear; everything’s gone pear-shaped!”), but other than that, Allura’s morning had been peaceful. She strolled casually up to the register, sunhat long forgotten in favor of doing her hair into two buns. Glasses still adorned her face and colored contacts hid her unusual blue eyes.

“Anything different today?” Keith asked when Allura came up.

“Why not, Keith; any suggestions?”

Keith smirked. “Our mock unicorn frappuccino.”

“No!”

“Yeah; Coran managed to snag the recipe and lo and behold, it’s ten times better than Starbucks. And-” He looked left and right before peering behind Allura. “-It’s going to become a permanent item on the menu.”

“I am so going to have to drag Lance here.”

Keith rang the order up and Coran started up on it when Pidge and Shiro walked in together. Pidge’s tiny helmet was tucked beneath her arms as she talked non-stop to Shiro, who also held his helmet in a similar manner.

“-but he totally cheated, no doubt. He hacked his Junkrat’s skills and now I’m pissed.”

Shiro shrugged. “That’s Matt for ya.”

“I grew up with the butthead. I know.”

“Good morning you two,” Allura greeted. “What’s this I hear about cheating?”

“My brother has a habit of hacking things he doesn’t need to.”

“Ah.”

Shiro chuckled. “Well, seeing as he’s still really good at Overwatch and just chooses to hack is just ironic.”

“Is Junkrat his main?”

“Him and Genji.”

“You nerds,” Keith laughed. He was handed the drink and topped off the frappuccino with whipped cream and sprinkles.

“You main Genji and Hanzo, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“I’m just a casual; and a pretty good one at that.”

“How does that not make you a nerd?” Coran asked, taking the frappe back before Keith used it as a projectile (he’d done it before; the customer deserved it, granted, since he was messing with Pidge, but still).

Allura was handed the drink and sat down in her spot before she could really get into the conversation. A new email from her manager popped up instantly. It read since he knew she was in Garrison now, he was coming for her. I’m so scared. Her father’s biography was more important at the moment.

There was so much material he covered in his years up to his death. It was getting harder to sort things out the more she delved in. She texted Zarkon a few times, hoping to send her half to him for some advice. He answered soon, saying he would after a meeting. Allura groaned.

“Having trouble?” Shiro asked from behind the counter.

Allura’s arms removed themselves from her face. “Exuberant amounts.”

“I feel ya. The last assignment I had wasn’t even for my midterms and I’m more than certain my professor counted it for half our grade anyway.”

“That much? Must have been important,” Allura smirked.

Shiro shrugged, face neutral. “Professor Slav is… obnoxious, with this sort of stuff. Like yeah, I was very proud of it, but at the same time I’m very done with everything by the end.”

“Same; certain productions or parts of them just drag on and on, until I can feel my soul leaving my body.”

“Poetic.”

“Thank you.”

Her phone chimed. A familiar name popped up.

You’re at Nectar right?

Allura sighed. Yes.

A few seconds passed before the door opened again, the little bell chiming, and Allura regretted looking up.

“Found you, bitch.”

In the doorway was her manager, Alejandro “Lance” McClain; and, judging from his expression, he was pissed. “I… can explain.”

“You better.” He strolled in casually, but his stance was stiff with anger. “You’ve been gone for three days too many, barely texted me, and you came to Coran’s without me!”

“I did.”

“The last thing was just personal. For the record, I am offended.”

Keith snorted.

“Well, would you forgive me if I got you a unicorn frap?”

“… maybe.”

With Lance sedated, Allura explained her reasoning was one of relaxation before the craziness of the new movie set in. “If you had just told me, we could’ve avoided all of this, Allura. Do you have any idea how worried Hunk was?” Lance asked, hands waving in agitation.

“I can guess,” she shrugged. “But last time I told you where I was going, you sent Hunk with me. I love him, truly I do, but I did not appreciate the gesture as much as you think I did.”

“I figured and I didn’t care.” He sighed, looking out the window in thought. “Allura, I care about you so much. You’re my best friend and now that your name is such a staple in the world of acting, I don’t know what I’d do if something bad were to happen to you.”

“Lance,” she started as she took his hands in hers. “I know. But you have to remember: I’m not some helpless little girl anymore. I can fight for myself.”

“You can, and that’s the problem. You still act like you’re unrecognizable to most of the public. Spoiler, you’re in two major films that have broken records with the last two years.” He inhaled deeply. “You aren’t nobody anymore.”

“I was never nobody.”

“You know what I mean.”

Allura smirked. “I do. So, hey, while we’re here, do you want to just hang out? The employees here are fantastic people. Great conversationalists.” She paused. “Save for Keith.”

“Hey!” Protested said bad conversationalist.

Lance nodded yes. The day moved on, with Pidge and Shiro right on time as usual. Shiro’s warm smile greeted her and she flushed red. At their lunch breaks, the five gathered to chat. Revelations were made; mostly Overwatch focused ones that prompted Lance to video call Hunk and explain how he’d found Gun-N’-Son and KnifeToMeetYou. In the same place, no less. Hunk was thrilled at all this, suggesting they create a team.

“We’re so calling it Voltron,” Hunk suggested giddily.

“Ah, Voltron! Yes, I remember watching that as a child. The sub was much better than the dub though,” Coran added on, muttering to Pidge, who smiled and nodded.

“I second that!” Lance agreed. “Both statements, actually.”

“Don’t see why not,” Keith shrugged. “Pidgeon?”

“Oh hell yes! I’ll text Matt; knowing him he’s not doing anything important. His user is He-He-Helium, by the way.”

Shiro looked amused at his friends. After fiddling with his hands for a moment he looked to Allura. “I feel like we should join in. It would be nice to finally have a Mercy on the team.”

“Well, I have been trying to get into Symmetra lately. I really like her abilities,” Allura babbled. “B-but yes, definitely. What’s your info?”

And so, they traded info.

Two Weeks Later

“Cut!”

Allura lowered her arms and stretched. Lance ran to her and handed her a towel.

“Nice! That was impeccable,” he complimented. “Although I’m more than positive that last part was improvised, wasn’t it?”

“Very; when Liza mentioned the portals I blanked.”

Lance laughed.

Filming was done for the day, the last scene an absolute success. It had been two weeks, but things had gone by fast (thankfully). A few things had helped with the process though.

“Princess is back online,” Allura said into her headset.

“You so need a better name,” Lance replied. “The Legs are back as well.”

“And you think she needs a better name,” came Keith’s voice. “I’m online.”

“I’m in.”

“Pidge, no.”

Shiro laughed. “It was cute, it doesn’t hurt.”

“Do not encourage her!”

Allura laughed now. “She’s our Sombra though; it only makes sense.”

“Wait, what did I miss?” Hunk’s voice said from across the trailer and in the headsets.

“Hacker Pidge,” Matt informed.

“Ah, so not much?”

“No, no. Alright, time to moderate and kick ass!” Coran cried.

The match started. Shiro’s Genji stuck close to Allura’s Mercy, defending the healer to the death (three times at the least).

“Allura! Help!” Pidge called out.

“Coming, hold on! Shiro, is it clear?”

Shiro hummed in concentration (Lance screeched in the background before Keith’s Hanzo shot the enemy down). “Yeee-es, now it is.”

The two characters raced across the screen, finding Pidge’s Sombra quickly.

“No dying,” Shiro said once Pidge was healed.

“No promises!”

The match ended with Team Voltron in victory and its members went off to play separate matches. Allura stuck with Shiro (much to Coran and Keith’s amusement) and went for three for rounds. After that, hours and hours of talking.

“How’s production going?” Shiro asked a while in.

“Fairly decent; all I can say so far is Spider will not be the peak of my career.” She paused and frowned. “Which sounds really conceded now that I say that out loud.”

The young man laughed. “Not really; if it’s something to be proud of, it’s something to be proud of.”

“It is, but I hate sounding like a stereotype, you know?”

“The Kardashian type?”

“Eh, yeah.”

“If it helps, you’re nothing like them, ever.”

“Thank God.”

There was a pause before Allura sighed. “How’s life?”

“Slow; I’m pretty sure Keith is dating someone, but I don’t know who. They seem sweet though.”

“Odd, I’m pretty sure Lance has too…”

“You don’t-”

“We’re calling it now.”

“We treat ourselves if we’re right.”

“Hell yes!”

Shiro giggled. “You’re so much fun, you know that?”

“I’ve been told,” Allura laughed, blushing mad.

Shiro logged off, having to get up for classes the next day. Allura played another round as Symmetra then logged off herself. She dragged her hands down her face, sighing long and hard. With every interaction, Allura could feel her heart falling more and more for Shiro. Did she mind? Of course not, Shiro was amazing. Truly a magnificent human. And just, ya know, hot.

Lance and Hunk even noticed it finally (or Keith blabbed to them). They often would give her subtle advice in and out of chat. But the flirting tips were never needed. Conversation just came so… naturally.

So would that mean her little crush was not so much of a crush as it was her actually taking a liking to Shiro, right?

Yes, a voice in her head said, as if it was obvious. The actress sighed again. Looks like her efforts in wooing were going to have to improve then.

Hope you enjoyed!

#voltron #voltron ledgendary defender #vld #shallura #shiro x allura #allura x shiro #fanfiction #voltron fanfic #tuna writes #this was surprisingly nice to write #also forgive mylack of knowledge on video games i'm more into the lore

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castielscarma · 5 years

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Peace of mind

This is my first drabble for the Destiel 30 Day OTP challenge. Prompt was A selfie together. Dean looked out over the sprawling lake; the wind had calmed leaving the waters serene. A few birds chirped in the trees but the rest of the woods were still, almost eerily so. Dean shook off the feeling. It would probably be some time before he could truly relax and believe it was all over. People like him didn't get time off, didn't rest, didn't have the luxury to call it quits. You do now, that small part of him whispered. Dean smiled and rubbed a hand through his hair. The relative peace was disturbed by a sudden noise, feet on gravel only to subside after a while. A few seconds passed, then an arm snaked around his waist, bringing him in close. Dean closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself to feel Cas and his presence around him. His hand went to Cas', Dean's thumb stroked gently over skin that he had longed to feel for so many years. “Beautiful isn't it? God surely isn't perfect, but nature is one of his most magnificent creations.” Cas spoke low and his voice made Dean sigh with contentment. He wondered when the feeling of amazement would stop. Things like these simply never stayed true. “Sure is. Mary picked a nice spot, I would have just walked by. Hell, I would've never thought about woods in the first place. Never was the outdoorsy type, I left that to Sam. I'm sure if we didn't have the life we did he would've been an A-plus boy scout, claiming every badge you'd think of.” There was humor in Cas' voice. “I'm sure that's true. Although I'm certain you'd earn a badge for some skills. You excel in tying knots for example.” Dean laughed. “I don't know much about the boy scouts, but I don't think they had those knots in mind.” Cas gently pulled him down; together they sat on the ground covered in roots and scattered pine. It was a pleasant day, with the sun shining warm and no obligations besides just being. Dean turned to look at Cas, but the other man had his face turned upwards, eyes closed. The sunlight painted him in soft colors; his dark lashes cast shadows over his cheeks. He looked stunning and content at the same time. Dean licked his lips, then went in for a kiss. Cas' slightly chaffed lips tasted of the sun itself and... coffee. Dean's hands cupped Cas' cheeks as Cas slowly opened his eyes, a grin on his face. “You had coffee without me?” Cas laughed. “You can kiss me some more. I'm sure there is some residue of coffee left.”

Dean used his hand to push Cas' face away. “Asshole,” he muttered but there was a smile in his voice. “I was perfectly fine having a good morning without you reminding me I forgot my coffee.”

“You could have woken me.” Scoffing, Dean scooted in closer to Cas and put a hand on his leg. “I'm a grown ass man, I don't need you to make me coffee every day Cas. I'll make some when we eat breakfast, no big deal.” “One second, Dean.” Cas wiggled somewhat and reached back over his head to grab something from his hoodie. Cas placed the small thermal mug on the forest floor and looked up at Dean, a satisfied smile on his face. “Don't tell me you did – “ “Try it.” Dean shook his head and grabbed the purple mug. He slowly brought it to his lips and sighed when he felt the taste of the hot liquid. “Now I feel like a person again. Fuck, I thought I was doing OK, but this coffee...” Dean took another sip. “Thanks, Cas.” After a few minutes in silence, Dean started fidgeting. He looked back over his shoulder. The house was nestled in next to some huge pine trees, creating comfortable shade during the peak hours of the day, when the heat from the sun was almost unbearable. The lake was good for canoeing and if you walked half an hour or so north of the house there was a small forest lake where Dean and Cas had already skinny-dipped, even though this was only their third day there. The nearest big road that led to a small drive-by-town was over one hour away with a gas station, a small convenience store and a few houses scattered here and there. “Everything alright, Dean?” There was so much care and comfort in Cas' voice and that small part of him that was berating and scolding reared its head back up. You could have had this sooner. “Yeah, I'm good. Eh, the wards, sigils, Devil's trap are still there right?” Cas nodded. “I checked yesterday. They are, even though I would have a hard time thinking they'd show up deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains. This is a vast area after all.” “It's just hard shaking off this feeling of the next monster around the corners. When you've done this your whole life – my body is telling me to stay alert, not let the guard down. There is always another monster, Cas. And, I wish we could have had this sooner.” He gestured between the two of them. “There will be monsters Dean, but you don't, we don't have to deal with them alone anymore. There are others. They have a part in this too.” “Yeah, I guess.” “Look at me.” Dean turned to face Cas. “While I've only been a human for close to six months, I do know everything about the feeling of regret. Don't let us be something dark and painful. We've been through that. You have me. I have you, let's enjoy that. You done with your coffee?” “Yeah.” Cas took out his phone. “ Now let's enjoy us. Look into the camera and smile. A first selfie for our vacation.” Dean smiled. This was his comfort, his peace. Link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18314831/chapters/43352342

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